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

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

War veteran.

Chin up, lad. Take pride.

You're a smart unit.

Credit to the village and a credit to the cadets.

Well done, lad.

Order! Arms!

Dundas! Stand!

Stand! Easy. Well, as you know, we're all very grateful to Major Littlewood

sparing the time to come and inspect the rehearsal for the VE Day Parade.

You're a very lucky bunch to have a real war hero take such an interest.

Three cheers for the Major.

Hip hip. Hooray!

Hip hip.

Hooray! Hip hip. Hooray!

No, he won't. He's a screw loose.

Leave now.

Don't leave no trouble.

Oh, I'm scared.

I apologise for the hour.

Oh, it's not loaded, man.

Where are the other two?

It was self -defence.

I mean, an Englishman's home, still his castle, and I'm completely out of date.

Is this yours, Mr Littlewood?

It was in there under lock and key.

Sarge.

Single shots of heart.

Army training.

Oh, he's quite the war hero, is he, Mr Littlewood?

It doesn't look to have been a struggle.

He's Billy Travis, a local lad. Lived on the estate.

Doctor on his way?

Yeah.

Joseph Littlewood, I must ask you to accompany me to the invitation for

inquiries.

Cap can't defend his own property now.

I think he'll find that's why we fought the ruddy Germans, Constable. You could

be facing a charge of murder, Mr Littlewood.

What are you doing? You don't do that. What's mine is mine, so take your hands

off, David. There's a good life.

Please, will you just let go?

I have paid for a pound of petrol and half of it is still in this tube.

Oh, don't be daft. Well, what's that then? Scotch mist?

Well, that's what I call petroleum spirit.

Very entertaining. Well done. Forgive me.

Harry S. Taylor, friends.

Passionate about petrol.

Do you want it filling?

No, no, no. I don't buy petrol, sir. I sell it.

Am I addressing the owner?

No. Fine.

Actually, I'll nearly give my petrol away. Now, I can see your instinct for

business, but do you have the heart for an adventure?

What sort?

I have a dream.

Sorry, I didn't get your name.

Peggy Armstrong.

I have a dream, Peggy.

And in it, every man, woman and child in this great nation of ours will have the

opportunity to buy the finest fuel products in surroundings which are

the age of jet travel.

I see you might need a little bit of convincing.

Here we are.

Bournemouth. Brighton.

Bristol. You're getting the idea.

I call them rocket stations.

Well, Mr Scripps isn't going to like that. Mr Scripps?

Bernie Scripps.

He's an elderly relative.

He thinks he's in charge.

Bless him.

Well, it's worth remembering that my finance package has turned round many a

failing garage.

Oh, what's wrong with this one?

The peeling paintwork, the elderly equipment.

Believe me, I know the science.

Oh, you can't say that.

Peggy, tell him.

Well, actually, I was on my way to Whitby.

Yeah, maybe this is more of a Whitby kind of an idea. No, no, no, wait. Now,

now, don't rush to judgment.

OK, then maybe I can stay here for a while in... Aidensfield.

Aidensfield? With an A.

Puts you on page one.

We'd like to change it Wednesday, Vera. Thank you. Try and keep it dry, OK?

You look like you lost a quid and found a tanner.

Well, I'd say it looks like the garage is in trouble.

What now?

One of the sinks.

Well, what kind of trouble?

David!

David!

How late was this friend, then, Vicky?

Late?

That's not me.

I'm not up the duff.

Has she got a steady boyfriend?

They're engaged and everything.

They love each other.

It wasn't just... She's not like that.

She just wants to know what to do next.

Vicky, I'm afraid you've got to persuade your friend to come and see me

yourself.

Looking for something, Rosemary?

A customer account.

Just checking when we did the last service.

Bernie!

Why didn't you tell me we were in a mess?

What mess would that be, Bray?

There's hundreds of pounds worth of fuel bills here. Not paid. Going back

months. Bills coming in.

Nothing paid out.

Well, it's all under control.

You must have forgotten.

Now to worry your pretty little head about.

You can't go on like this, Bernie. You'll be bankrupt.

No more.

There's an end to it. We won't discuss it any further.

Vicky!

Vicky!

Vicky!

Vicky!

talking to you through a door.

Look, I'm not getting angry with you.

I'm just worried about you, that's all.

I'm all right.

You're locked in your room all day.

You don't eat enough to keep a sparrow alive. You're out of the house all

heaven knows where.

You used to be so happy.

I'm not a kid anymore.

There's a lad in picture, I suppose, eh?

I know we've never found it easy to talk about.

I never guessed that your mum wouldn't be here, I suppose.

Dad, don't.

Go on.

I'll meet him.

You can bring him home. How about that, eh?

Why ever not? You've got a lovely home.

Give up, Dad.

I've tried to meet you halfway.

You'll not leave the house till I get some sense from you. Clear?

Okay. I mean it, Vicky. I'm serious.

Fine.

If what Littlewood says is true, he could be facing a charge of

Then in the meantime, we'll look at this as a murder inquiry.

Are you with us, Walker?

Yes, Sarge.

Whatever it is, won't run away.

Sorry, Sarge.

CID are leading us to put statements together and get a file for the DPP.

If we can't verify Littlewood's story, he's looking at a very lengthy spell in

prison. I can't see that happening, though, Sarge.

Respected figure of the community, faith with an armed intruder, shoots in self

-defense. He'll have it reduced to manslaughter, won't he?

Sounds straightforward enough. Let's hope so, for a sec.

Now, you might think it wrong for a war hero to be prosecuted merely for

defending himself and his property, but it's the law.

You should get back to the station.

Yes, sir.

Right now, what is it?

Look, Sarge.

Two people arrive.

And then one leaves.

Quite straightforward to be first thought, eh?

Her name's Joan, Sarge. There is no Mr. Travis, as far as I can gather.

Mrs. Travis, this is Sergeant Miller. I'm PC Walker.

I'll make this from next door.

There's nobody else.

You best come in.

There's teammates.

Boys? Uh, no, thank you.

Mrs. Travis?

John, this is Sergeant Miller.

My deepest sympathies, Mrs Travis.

Is he locked up?

We have a man in custody, yes.

Well, block up the windows and block up the doors.

Let him spend the rest of his life in darkness.

I know this can't be easy for you, but we'd like to ask you a few questions.

May we sit down?

Did Billy have any special friends?

There was a gang.

They used to get him into trouble.

But he wouldn't have anything to do with them anymore.

He liked his sport.

That's what he wanted to do.

But you don't get much of a chance around here.

And the boy with him?

It's Chris, my youngest.

Felt the world of our belly.

There's only a couple of years between them.

Where was Chris last night between midnight and 2am?

He was here.

Does he have his own bedroom?

So he could have been out, you wouldn't have known.

I'm his mother.

I'm telling you.

Where is he now, Mrs Travis?

We'll need to talk to him.

He's 16 years of age, but looks younger.

Approximately 5 foot 2 inches tall, fair hair, apparently has a small birthmark

above his right eyebrow.

Out.

I stopped here when I heard the second noise of something being knocked over.

Where was the gun?

Carry on.

A boy is dead.

Mr Littlewood? A burglar is dead. If you wouldn't mind, we need to get this

clear.

I switched the light on.

I called out, I've got a gun and I'll use it if I have to.

He knew you were armed then.

I just said.

Carry on.

I came downstairs.

Show us, please.

The door opened.

He had my knife. Well, you saw how he forced the cabinet.

How was he holding it?

Like this.

Like this?

Did he say anything?

I said, put the knife down and leave. Well, he was going to jump me. Going to?

Well, it's crouching slightly. You can tell.

Bam! It was a knife.

I was trained to make those decisions.

It's second nature.

There were two shots fired.

Finished with a shot to the head.

As I say, training.

Second nature.

Bang!

He fell.

I missed.

There you go.

Thank you.

So, is your room OK for you? It's fine, actually. It's very good for what it is,

really.

Holiday, is it?

Been at business, I think.

Hello, Harry.

Hello again.

Not with her, I hope.

Thank you, Gina.

I will have a cup with the gentleman.

That will be all.

Why Aidensfield?

May I be Frank, Mrs Armstrong?

Peggy.

Well, I have a dream to bring my vision of Rocket Station's petrol products

to... Harry, never kid a kidder.

This is on a tourist route from Leeds and Bradford to the coast, and there

another garage around for 20 miles. A rocket station here would make a blind

fortune, believe me. Oh, I do.

There's an obstacle in your way, though, one Bernie Scripps.

I thought you said that he was insane.

Absolutely.

So you'd better just leave him to me. Let me deliver him into your sticky

You can do that? Oh, this blind fortune. You get this Bernie fellow to agree,

and then you and I may discuss a finder's fee.

I'm sorry for barging around like this.

That's OK.

It's my daughter, Vicky. She's driving me round Bend.

I brought her up myself from her being a nipper and...

I'm well used to long faces and temper tantrums, but this, I don't know where

turn.

I thought you might come round and see her.

What do you think's the matter?

She's making herself ill.

I think there's a lad involved and I'm not sure how much she knows about that

side of things.

And you don't think you can talk to her?

No, no, it's a woman that she needs.

I'm sorry, Mr... Camish.

Why don't you get her to pop by here this afternoon for a chat, eh?

Yeah, yeah, that sounds perfect, yeah.

Kids, who'd have them?

I think you might find that enlightening.

Memoirs of a fighting man.

Major Joseph Littlewood, dear sir.

Friend of yours, friend of yours?

I'd like to think so. He's certainly a man I know and admire.

Now, I'm on the V -Day committee, and Joseph was supposed to be taking the

salute. He has killed someone.

It's ironic, isn't it?

He nearly dies defending our lives and our liberty, and now we lock him up for

defending his own. Come on, Oscar.

Let's take a look at this section.

He risked his life carrying his wounded sergeant 20 miles through enemy lines.

And you're telling me this is a man who doesn't know the value of human life?

I've made an appointment for you with Nurse Cassidy, love, for this afternoon.

She's a good listener.

Someone to talk things over with. It wasn't me, eh?

Yeah, I'm not going.

Well, stay here, then.

I'll do what I can.

It was this sergeant who got injured.

Littlewood carried him back through enemy lines to his unit.

That's why he got the Distinguished Service Order, then. For gallantry.

So he's more likely to save a life than take a life. Yeah, maybe not. Listen to

this. On the way back, they had to pass a farmhouse.

Inside was a young German soldier with nothing left to fight with but a knife.

Littlewood shot him. No, that's different circumstances, Rob. You can't

Even so brutal.

It's a brutal time, Rob.

Boss, want to throw up any surprises?

Actually, yes.

This was found in Billy Travis's shirt pocket.

Littlewood told us there was nothing missing.

Finder wants a control.

Over.

Go ahead, Phil.

That shoplifting report.

Seems it's our boy.

Chris Travis.

Sergeant's listening, Phil. He nicked a tin of sardines and a bottle of

dandelion and burdock.

He's been into Aidensfield, then.

Any idea as to his whereabouts? Over.

Right off.

Direction Moor Road. Over.

You said there was nothing missing from the house, Mr Littlewood.

Do you recognise this?

Take a good look, please.

Was taken from Billy Travis' body during the post -mortem.

I've never seen it before.

You sure?

Perhaps mine wasn't his first break -in that night. It was obviously a

thoroughly bad lot.

He didn't get much of a start, did he?

When I was his age, I was fighting a war.

A lot of good men gave their lives so that boys like Billy Travis could have a

decent chance.

I'm talking to you now, Bernard, as a fellow stalwart of the Aidensfield

business community.

Actually, Peggy, I'm a bit pressed for time. You and me both, so I'm not beat

about the bush. There's a bloke in town sprouting money.

What's the catch? He invests in garages.

That's his job.

This garage is fine.

Yeah, but wouldn't it be better with a bit of cash spent on it, especially

somebody else's?

What's in it for you?

Nothing.

That'll be the day.

We could both be rolling in fivers, Bernie, but I can't do it without you.

Then you can't do it at all.

I've no need of investment from any money -sprouting bandit.

Or any rolling in fivers with you, thanks all the same.

Earlier, in the pub.

Yeah, what about it? I got the impression that your mind wasn't exactly

the Littlewood case.

That's a fairly serious accusation. Not an accusation, Rob.

I just think you should have a more rounded picture.

Well, I've read his book.

The execution, behind the lines.

He was also awarded the DSO for bravery when he rescued his sergeant, do you

remember?

Well, I know where he is.

The sergeant.

It's not material, Oscar.

He wasn't at the scene. He didn't see what happened. Rob, this case is all

character, and the character you've got in your head is of a cold -hearted

killer. And what I'm telling you is there's more to Joseph Littlewood than

With all due respect, that's for the jury to decide. A good man is facing

in prison.

Surely you want to make certain that justice is done. Justice? What about

Travis?

Justice for all.

That's what your job's all about.

Isn't it?

Jack, a brew.

That's good.

It's this, Sergeant.

Look.

The ball's on his left hand.

Well, the scenes of Crown Report say that the prints on the knife were from

right hand.

Bellamy!

Drop this back to Mrs. Travis, will you? Find out if Billy was left -handed.

Right, guys.

Good work.

I want this traced.

Start with stolen property lists over the last couple of years.

Yes, Sergeant.

We start with that brew first, eh?

Yes, Sergeant.

We've been on a move for three months.

Since D -Day.

And then it all ground to a halt.

Radios weren't working.

We had hardly any ammo left.

You were in Major Littlewood's company?

Aye. What was left of it.

We were in advance party, miles from the main column.

And the retreat was every man for himself. It had to be. We had nothing

fight with.

But you were injured.

Aye.

Badly.

And we were 20 miles from our lines.

That's a long way.

And Littlewood carried me every step.

But there's an incident he describes in his book, The Farmhouse. Could you tell

us more about that?

He left me outside.

I heard a shot.

Littlewood performed an execution in cold blood.

What do you know, Art?

He had no choice, Rob.

A German soldier on the loose would have been a threat to any one of our lads.

If he'd escaped and got word back to the enemy, the whole company would have

been in danger. If he'd let him go, it would have been a dereliction of duty.

What he did took good judgment and a lot of guts.

Weren't we supposed to take prisoners?

How, huh?

He was carrying me.

I was 13 stone in those days.

How many men would do that, would you?

What about the other men?

None of them made it back.

Little Wood and I were the lucky ones.

What are you doing with that?

I've been reading it, seeing if it casts some light.

And? Did it?

Well, on you, plenty.

No mention of your men, though.

The 30 who didn't make it back to HQ, in spite of your heroic execution of that

German soldier. It was every man for himself. Just what are you implying?

I'm just wondering what else you haven't told us.

If that's all.

Hey, you've got a visitor, little one.

Thanks.

Oscar, Major.

I've, uh...

Just come from a meeting of the VE Day committee.

And they don't want me to take the salute after all.

No, I did what I could, I'm sorry.

Well, I hope I have a worthy successor.

Well, it's me, I'm afraid.

I can only apologise.

Well, it's not about us.

It's about those that weren't so lucky.

Poor lads.

They won't be forgotten.

No.

Neither will you.

It was a war, Oscar.

A man did what he had to do, and that's what I did, what I had to do.

And there's an end to it.

Right, I'm off early, Rosemary.

Don't be in tomorrow.

Got to go to York.

York? Tomorrow?

Yes, just make sure I've got a garage to come back to.

Billy Travis bought it from Frost Jewellers in the market square about

weeks ago.

The woman in there recognised him from the photo in the newspaper.

He paid cash for it. Sounds like he was serious about someone then. What was he

doing taking an engagement ring with him on a burglary?

Yeah, Billy Travis was left out of his search.

So he wasn't armed at all.

Little has been lying all along.

Bang goes his self -defence plea.

So he must have planted the knife after the event.

His entire account could be false for all we know.

Damn it.

I want Billy Travis's brother.

He's our only other witness.

I want him here and I want him now.

Hey, easy!

So that's all they do then? Well, the official receiver receives money owing

a bankrupt person and then shares it out between the people he or she owes money

to. Why are you asking?

Bernie's had a letter.

We're all going to lose our jobs, aren't we? The garage isn't that much money

trouble. Are you sure?

As good as certain.

Have you tried talking to Bernie about it? Quicker to get blood out of a stone.

Oh, don't tell me you're going to solve all our problems.

Look, love, I know we've had our differences in the past, but if Bernie's

his paddle, we're all up the creek.

So I suggest you at least hear me out.

Vicky!

Vicky, get back here!

Vicky, come here now!

You're entitled to a solicitor, Mr Littlewood. If you haven't got one, I

arrange for the duty solicitor to attend. I've told you everything I know.

Oh, you've done more than that.

You've shown us how Billy was preparing to attack you with a knife he stole.

Remember?

We don't think so.

We think you shot Billy Travis, then forced open your own cabinet and took

knife. But his fingerprints were on it, you said yourself.

You wrapped the dead boy's hand around the hilt. That's nonsense.

His right hand, as it happens.

But you guessed wrong.

He was left -handed.

How about that solicitor, eh?

Can I check your oil and water?

Well, when you say it, mean it.

Have a nice day.

Give me some sobers.

Have a nice day?

David?

David! What? Come here.

Come here.

Hey, slip into this, lovey.

You'll look a treat.

I don't know what to do.

What about the father? From what you've said, he's... He's gone.

To join the army, he's not coming back.

Oh, I'm sorry, love.

Vicky, it would be tough to have this baby on your own.

But you're not on your own.

You've got your dad.

Your dad loves you.

He knows something's wrong and he desperately wants to help.

You need to tell him.

I can't.

If the baby's father's not around, your dad's all you've got.

But... Isn't there some other way?

A termination.

That's a very big decision, Vicky.

And I'm not sure it's one you should be making on your own.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control. Over. Go ahead, Rob.

Over. It's Chris Travis, Alf.

It looks like he's got the makings of a firebomb.

I guess he's headed to Littlewood's place. Over.

Are you on your way?

Over. If he's legged it across the moor, he's going to beat me to it. Get the

fire brigade over there and back up. Out.

She came to see you.

Hello, Mr. Camish.

Have you been waiting out here? Did you get anywhere?

I can't tell you what we talked about.

I'm afraid you'll have to ask her yourself.

I'm beyond nice, it is, love.

You talked to her.

Now what's she told you?

If Vicky has something to say to you, I'm sure she will.

It's really not my place. Something to say, eh?

Mr. Camish... That's it, isn't it?

Here's me, then. Bring the lad home, I'll meet him.

He's gone and got her into trouble, hasn't he?

I should have known it.

Stupid, stupid girl.

Back up and fire tender to Westfield House and Scarborough Road. Over.

What's going on, Rob? Over.

Chris Travers is in custody, but he set fire to the wrong house.

Out.

There's little girls in there.

Wait there.

We've got you, bitch.

That page would be the hero's, not you.

It was well alight, Sergeant, and I sent the hero's to the wrong house. You

should be dead like old Billy.

What the hell?

We were all right till you came along.

He'd never have done anything wrong for you.

It's your fault he's dead. It isn't my fault.

It's not.

You weren't there.

I tried to explain, but you wouldn't listen.

You came to my house to tell me my own brother's dead.

With his blood still on you.

What did you expect me to think?

All right, that's enough.

Bellamy, take him to the station.

Then go and pick up Mrs. Travis.

I'm sure she'd be delighted to know that we've found her son and that we're

about to charge him with arson.

You were there the night Billy died?

We were just messing about.

We weren't even going to take anything.

Then that army man shot him.

I watched it.

Gordy. You can't let the grass grow under your feet, Rosemary.

The description's gone, I hate this.

Okay, first point is, Peggy is correct. This is not Gordy, this is arresting.

And you need that if you're going to stay in business.

Second, we're not doing this for Bernie. We're not doing this for ourselves.

We're not even doing it for Avon's worth. Avon's field.

Yeah, we're doing this for people, for petrol, for fuel, for the future.

Probably finish him off.

Rob, it's Oscar.

It just struck me what's been nagging me about Spence's story.

Oh, yeah?

I heard the shot.

That's what he said, right?

Right. Well, no -one's ever carried out an operation like that and only fired

one shot.

Well, maybe one was enough.

He wouldn't know. You always make sure.

I mean, two, three shots maybe, but never one.

He said it himself.

always finish off with one to the head.

You described hearing a single shot, Mr Spence. Did that strike you as odd at

the time?

Why should it?

Well, Littlewood said himself that you were trained to fire a second shot at

least. I don't know what you're suggesting.

What we're suggesting is that Major Littlewood didn't kill that German

at all. You see, in wartime, a single shot is usually fired as a warning.

We think he let that soldier go free, then stuck to this execution story when

heard what happened to his men, in case he got blamed for revealing their

position. Isn't that what really happened? He was my commanding officer.

He saved my life.

Is this how you think I'd repay him?

By calling him a coward?

So what you're saying is Major Littlewood is a liar.

I was here.

This is where I saw it.

How was he holding the gun? Can you remember?

Like this.

Straight out in front of him.

He just walked downstairs.

He was as close as you are to me now.

And he shot Billy through the heart.

You can't see the living room door from here, Sarge.

We found Billy's body in the living room, baby.

I saw it.

And you were shot in the heart, didn't I?

I think I know how.

We've been puzzling over why Billy would take an engagement ring with him on a

burglary.

But he didn't, did he?

You went back and left it because you were in love with him and you were

engaged. Vicky.

He's this baby.

So you didn't actually witness the shooting of Billy Travis?

No.

He's over there.

That man shot him, though. I know he did, just because I didn't see it. If

that's all, Sergeant, Vicky and I, we've some sorting out to do, yeah?

The rest settles out.

No witnesses.

One, Littlewood, who is now a proven liar.

I believe Vicky about one thing.

She saw Littlewood coming down the stairs with a gun. She described exactly

he was holding it.

And through that window, she could only see as far as here.

But Littlewood said he fired the first shot from there.

Yeah, and if he had, Vicky would have seen him.

So he's lying again.

Has he told her the truth about anything?

He definitely fired a shot from here.

But you couldn't miss from there.

You could if you wanted to.

Bang!

There's a warning shot.

How could you know?

He's got history, Sarge. He can't kill in cold blood.

So he fired the second shot, which killed Billy, according to the

from the staircase?

Yeah, so what, he fired a warning shot from the doorway and then backed up the

stairs to make the kill from further away.

That didn't add up.

Let me have another go at Littlewood, Sarge. There's something else going on

here.

Have you any idea what you look like?

Now, now, now, now, don't be hasty, Bernie.

Just listen to what Harry here can do for you.

I don't need Harry to do anything for me. I don't know why on earth you

I did.

We were only trying to help.

Look, I know where you've been, and I know why.

I've been owed this for years.

God bless the official receiver.

So, so, Bernie, are you ready to pick up the banner and march with me into a

golden future of petrol retailing?

And turn my garage into the magic roundabout?

No, I don't think so. Now take all this down and clear up before you go.

You know, if you stick to your version of events, you'll spend a long time in

prison. I'm prepared for that.

You'll even lie for it.

I've told you what happened.

Just like you lied about that so -called execution during the war.

That is ridiculous.

You knew you were putting those men in danger.

30 men.

Your men.

But still you couldn't kill that soldier in cold blood. So you lied about it.

It's nonsense.

And you couldn't kill Billy Travers. So you lied about that too.

Just what do you take me for?

I don't think you're a war hero.

But I don't think you're a murderer either.

I tried to scare him off by firing over his head.

Then I tripped on the stairs as I backed away and the gun went off.

And that was the shot that killed Billy.

An accident.

The war hero you wrote about in your book was just fiction.

All those soldiers.

The lie took root, and in the end, I almost believed it myself.

You're a very good policeman, I'm sorry to say.

You'll have to give me a fresh statement.

The truth about what happened to Billy Travis.

Poor nerd.

I can't tell you how sorry I feel.

But you didn't mean to kill him. I didn't.

But I can't admit it. I can't admit to being a coward.

And you'll never prove it.

So you'd go to prison for a murder you didn't commit?

I killed Billy Travis.

That's the truth.

That's my story and I'm sticky to it. So you'd go to prison for pride?

It's all I have.

If ever this came out in court, it would destroy me. What about truth?

Justice? You fought a war for it.

We can clear your name if you'll let us.

A long time ago, I failed in my duty and 30 men died because of it.

Justice has been a long time coming.

It was wartime.

Those deaths may have had nothing to do with you.

No more lying.

You and I know the truth.

I want you to let me serve my sentence so that I can hold my head up again.

Let me take my punishment.

Like a god.

Allow me that.

Please.

I should like to pay my respects.

Mrs. Travis, you don't know me, but I'm very, very sorry about what's happened.

Thank you.

I didn't know Billy, but he was very friendly with me daughter.

This is Vicky.

There are some things that, well, Vicky would like to tell you about.

Can we come in?

What's this?

It probably needed a lick of paint.

And you promise to pay those petrol bills now?

They've already been paid.

Not according to the book. In advance.

I bought in bulk.

They said it was the modern way to take the amount they deliver of what you've

already paid for.

How much did you buy?

A little tax.

I bet you're doing all right, though. When did the price of petrol ever go

Can't last.

You'll never get above five bob a gallon.

I'll get a brush.

We're organising a demo against the beauty contest and we'll do everything

can within the law to stop it taking place. What happened tonight?

Give me a date.

She's jealous.

She hates me. You're throwing your life away.

It's my life.

What was that?