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

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

It's about time.

Neither of us have been abroad before, so we thought we'd say, well, go

somewhere really special.

Mrs Ventress and I, we went to Skagness.

Brained every day.

I don't know, honeymoon abroad, setting up house? Hold on, miss. Well, out of my

reach.

I don't see how I'll ever get married. You'll have to find yourself a woman

first, though.

Ta.

Incident out on the moor. A young woman's been found unconscious on the

with a head wound and Bernie Scripps' breakdown van is parked nearby.

It's not Rosie, is it?

The pulse is weak. Where's this ambulance, Alf? Over. On its way, Sarge.

Is it Benevy?

Out. She's barely conscious. We need to get her to the hospital.

Sarge, over here.

I'd say he's been dead for a bit.

Checked his ID.

A Peter Barton.

Aye, chap who called the breakdown truck out. Given him, Barton. No obvious

signs of any assault.

Right, better inform CID.

Get Sleazer Cramps to check the area.

Better inform the coroner as well.

Oh, yeah, it was a real character, yours, Dan.

Do you remember?

when he tried to sell Lord Ashfordly some salmon that he'd poached from his

river.

His lordship was going to have this big dinner party, and he hadn't caught

anything for days.

He was desperate for fresh salmon. And my son almost got away with selling them

his own fish.

But he argued so long about price, the gamekeeper came by and spotted him.

He had cheek.

I will miss him. Ah, well, they say the best goalist goes first.

But he's left you with some rich memories, Hilda.

Aye, but not much else.

Apart from a shed full of headaches.

Blimey!

He just turned up with them early December.

I suppose he was looking to the Christmas market.

They look a bit peaky. I can't afford to feed them.

I'm going to my daughter's in Wakefield.

I don't know what to do.

Any chance you could take them off me hands?

Thanks, Alf.

Alf.

Scene of crime may have found the piece of wood Rosie was hit with.

Anything from Alf?

Yeah, it seems the dead man's an ex -copper. Now private detective.

Really?

Let's find out what he was working on.

May give us a lead.

You drive carefully, Peggy. Don't fret, Hilda.

Perhaps you should have got a van. It'll be cold up the back of me.

It'll stay. It'll be fine.

Following your request, headquarters has obtained a list of cases that Peter

Barton was working on as a private detective.

There was a young woman gone missing from home and a divorce case.

He was telling a businessman and his supposed mistress.

Well, this will all need checking out.

I'll let you get on with it, then.

Barton died on PC Walker's patch. Can't he follow these up?

Isn't that CID's job? My priority is to talk with Rosie Cartwright.

It would help if I could borrow an officer.

Is that all right with you, Walker?

Yes, Sarge.

See you later. All right.

How's Rosie?

She's slightly concussed, but no fracture or real damage.

Has she said anything about the incident yet?

No.

We won't get the post -mortem results till tomorrow. If she witnessed

it could be vital at this stage. You need to ask the doctor first before you

on in there.

OK, great. Thank you.

Check that Casey Barton was onside.

The man in the divorced one is in New York on business.

What about his fancy one?

Discrete inquired in the case that she went with him.

In the other case, Barton was asked to trace a missing girl, a Julia Walcott.

He found out that she'd joined some religious cult.

If he found the girl, why was he still working on the case? I don't know.

Her father, Henry Walcott, hired him. He's a businessman in Elsonby.

Shall I go and see him?

Shouldn't D .S. Dawson be doing that? She's still at the hospital.

Won't take me long to pop over, though.

All right.

Don't take all day.

All I remember is going into the woods, seeing a man on the ground, and then the

next thing I knew I was in here.

Was the man already dead?

I think so, yeah.

We believe someone hit you with a piece of wood.

Did you see them?

You don't remember seeing or hearing anyone else at the scene?

No, I'm sorry.

All right.

We'll talk later.

My husband isn't here.

You'd better come in.

Julia was always such a bright, lively girl.

Played hockey for the county.

Then she met this young man, rather a weird type called Jez.

She fell under his spell.

Before you know it, she'd joined this so -called cult.

Her character seemed to change completely.

She became moody, withdrawn. We rowed constantly.

Then she ran away from home.

Henry, my husband, hired Mr Barton to trace her.

He found out she was living in a large house belonging to this cult.

Did you try and make contact with her? Of course.

We wrote to Julia, phoned her, everything.

When Henry finally did manage to speak to her, she told him to go away.

Insisted she wanted to stay where she was.

Her rejection affected him badly.

Henry's had a sort of breakdown. He's in a nursing home at the moment.

The whole business has been quite ghastly.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What exactly is this cult?

They call themselves the Temple of Enlightened Science.

Talk a lot of mumbo -jumbo.

The cult leader, a man called Flambard, has them all under his spell.

Henry said it was as though Julia had been brainwashed.

He feared she was being held against her will.

Why would they want to hold her against her will?

The disciples in there sign over all their money to the leader.

Julia's 21 in three days' time.

She comes into a substantial inheritance on her birthday.

Peter Barton was trying to unravel the financial set -up of a cult in their

sinister house.

He phoned yesterday, said he may be getting somewhere.

Now he's been found dead.

I've asked if we can talk to the cult leader. They're not been very

so far.

You're wasting your time.

He's a very busy man.

It's the time of day that he writes.

What's he writing?

His latest reflections on the renewal of the human spirit.

Perhaps you should read his work before passing judgment.

Gregory Flambard has followers all over the world. We're not passing judgment.

We have an inquiry to carry out.

Gregory's agreed to see them.

Why?

He doesn't have to.

They need a warrant to enter.

Here's the decision, Jez.

Ah, for your Jez.

You persuaded Julia Walcott to join the cult.

I persuaded no one to do anything.

Julia's a free spirit.

The police, Gregory.

You may leave me for now.

You too, Sarah.

There's two of them.

Don't you think it advisable we have a witness to this conversation?

No need.

I have nothing to fear from the police.

They were froze to death up there, me and these poor things.

We don't need them here for too long.

What we need to do is fatten them up quick and sell them on.

Restaurants, hotels, butchers, they all want birds at the right price.

I'll test the market.

There's good eating in a turkey.

You met Peter Barton then?

He was hired by Julia Walcott's father.

He came here to attempt to persuade her to leave.

He failed.

What is it exactly you do here?

I lead my disciples in a quest to free their spirit, to realise their potential

as their past lives re -emerge.

We're more interested in present lives, Mr Flambard.

Juliet's father thinks you're planning to steal her inheritance. I thought I'd

made it clear. We've rejected material wealth.

This is the big house.

Must have cost a lot to buy and to maintain. The temple was gifted to us.

lead an austere lifestyle.

We have no need of Julia's tainted fortune.

You know, looking at you, Miss Dawson, I sense a strong, breathless

inner spirit.

As yet, unfulfilled.

Can we talk to Julia and the others?

Of course.

Julia. These police officers have asked to see you.

I'm Detective Sergeant Rachel Dawson and this is PC Walker.

I've already told my father I'm not leaving.

We only want to talk.

You have nothing to fear.

The purity of your spirit will overcome any negativity they might bring.

We'd like to know if any of you here know anything about an incident that

place this morning.

Speak freely.

Our mission here is to cleanse the planet, to open everyone's eyes to the

Who knows?

Maybe even our attractive policewoman may be helped to see the light.

Call yourself a butcher, you should be jumping at the chance of the offer of

cheap turkeys.

Yeah, I know him.

He came here trying to persuade Julia to leave the temple.

We should have sent him packing. Your father showed more wisdom, Jez, in

granting him permission to see her.

He could be for himself a strong commitment to her. Gregory Flambard is

father? Yeah, but it makes no difference.

He's a father and a leader to us all.

How did this man Barton die?

We're not sure yet. Not that you can die.

No one ever really died.

Well, he looked pretty dead to me.

Does everyone here give money to your father?

Money. That's all you cynics ever think about.

My father's a spiritual leader.

Commerce fears him because he rejects greed. That's why their lackeys in the

press attack him all the time. Julia's parents believe your father exploits

people for their money.

Nonsense.

We willingly serve and give to the temple.

No one's exploited here.

Dad can't bear it that my eyes have been opened.

All he cares about is money. He obviously cares about you as well.

This whole business has made him ill.

He's had a breakdown.

Your mother's pretty distraught, too.

Look, if the temple believe in spiritual purity and love, then you shouldn't

turn your back on the family that love you. No.

It's not like that.

I don't love my family, but... Please, I don't want to talk about this here.

What are you saying to her?

Can't you see she's upset?

We were just talking.

You're causing her distress.

Just... Just leave us.

What happened with Julia?

Her father's illness clearly upset her.

I think we should talk to her again away from the others.

Look at that. Triumph 650.

Expensive bike, that.

They don't renounce all material possessions, then.

Turkeys? Why would we want nine turkeys at this time of the year? Not all of

them. Just a couple. Nobody here can accept a Christmas.

So we'll totally give you the bird and ruffle your feathers, but we won't be

gobbling up your offer.

Oh, very funny.

If Oscar Blaketon were a turkey, I could wring his neck there.

Hi, Bernie.

How's Rosie?

Still poorly. They're keeping her in for observation.

Not quite a shocker, this.

Poor girl.

We get the results of the post -mortem this morning.

I'm pretty sure that whatever happened, it's connected with Barton's

investigation of the cult.

What makes you think that?

Going through Barton's notes, he seemed close to uncovering something about its

financial background.

The boss wants the place under surveillance.

Can you second me an officer, temporarily?

I'd feel happier if you had a more positive lead, or that you had actual

evidence of the cult's involvement with Barton's death, or the assault on Miss

Cartwright.

Since he's been working on it, you'd better have Walker.

I'll call him.

But I can't spare him long, man.

I have my own priorities.

Right, a reminder of recent unsolved misdemeanours in the area.

You need to clear them up.

Study, digest and act upon them, please.

These are from Geoff Younger.

I've seen fresher looking grief, but never mind, it's the thought that

eh?

The flowers are lovely.

Oh, these are from everyone at the pub and these are from everyone at the

station.

I know they need to know what happened, but it's all just days.

Will you stop worrying?

Just get yourself better and don't go eating too many of them dodgy grapes.

How are you feeling?

Oh, Bernie, more great.

Just what I wanted.

How's Rosie?

She said I'll keep her in for another day or two.

And she'll need time off work to recover.

She's not happy about it.

If I had a bang on my head, I'd take all the time off that was going.

Yeah. I don't seem to have any for a private life these days. I know what you

mean. I've been a bit caught up recently. What with the exam and

Why don't we go for a meal out tonight?

Something cheap and cheerful.

Why not?

All right.

How about the new curry place in Ashfordly?

Sounds great. You're on.

See you later.

Derek, you're going to let Trevor have some of that food.

Get stuck in there, you big chicken.

Don't get scared off. Trevor, come on.

A turkey called Trevor. What do you want to go giving them names for?

They're all so different.

Anyway, they like it when I talk to them. Yeah, well, I would like it if I

find some buyers.

I've been over to Whitby, I've got nowhere.

Oh, the stink of them. We're going to have to shove them in the shed till we

shift them. Oh, no, no, it's freezing out there, Aunt Peggy. I'll clean all

up later on.

Anyway, I'm going to take some of the boys out for a bit of a ride with me,

know, in the cab of the truck.

You what?

There'll be company for me. And I've got to go into town anyway.

You'd like to come for a bit of a ride, wouldn't you, Graham, eh?

Cheeky monkey.

Oh, this has just come from the pathologist.

No evidence of a third party being involved.

Barton died from a heart attack.

Are you sure?

Well, when I worked with him when he was on the force, he had a heart condition,

as I recall.

And he left the force for health reasons.

Did you know him well?

No. But Oscar Blaketon's a good pal.

Which leaves the question, who attacked Rosie?

And why?

I still believe someone from the cult was involved in all this.

Milliphone said I was seconded to playing clothes for a day or two.

It may be longer.

I want round -the -clock surveillance on the cult.

Night. Starting tonight.

Log all arrivals, departures, speak to Julia Wolcott again if possible.

I need to know if Flambard's persuaded to forgive her inheritance of the cult.

And anything else she might know.

I'm following up on Barton's case notes and Rosie Cartwright.

Radio the station if anything comes up.

Oh,

I'm going to have to pull out of here tonight.

Oh. Miller's become the meat of playing clothes for a couple of nights.

Miller has, has he?

Yeah. Funny.

Quite different in a skirt.

The beach was the place to go.

Nice flowers?

They're from you lot down at the station.

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

We're still struggling to find out who attacked you.

If you even caught a glimpse, it would help.

All the blur, really.

I saw the body, and then before I knew it, I'd been hit from behind.

You didn't see the attacker at all?

No.

But I have remembered something.

As I lay on the ground, I heard a motorbike start up.

I just caught a glimpse of it as he left. Notified.

Did you see the number plate?

No.

But from what I did see, I think it may have been like a triumph or something

like that.

We saw a Triumph 650 at the house.

Common enough bike.

Without a number plate, it means nothing.

Oh, come on. Rosie was attacked by someone on a motorbike. We find the same

of bike belongs to the cult that Barton was investigating.

They have to be suspects.

For what?

Barton died of natural causes.

He died of a heart attack whilst investigating financial aspects of the

Further study of his notes now shows they've set up an offshore account.

Some sort of tax dodge.

Or maybe something more sinister.

Barton was working with an accountant to unravel it.

He only mentions his first name. If I can trace him, I'll learn a lot more.

You've no actual evidence that a crime has been committed.

Rosie Cartwright was a victim of an assault. There's nothing to suggest that

cult was involved there.

Look, I'm sorry, but I cannot justify my men on 24 -hour surveillance there.

I'll run my case as I see fit.

Not where my officers are concerned.

I'll answer to division on that, and I am not happy about it.

I'll review the position in the morning.

Julian!

You frightened me.

I'm sorry.

I thought you might like to talk with nobody else around.

No, why should I?

Look, I was sorry to hear about my dad, so I've written a letter to my parents.

They're worried that you're going to hand over your inheritance to the temple

your birthday. Oh, what if I do?

There's nothing wrong with that, is there? Gregory Flambard says that the

you lead here is austere.

If that's the case, why do they need you to sign over such a large amount of

money?

Because I'll be purer without it. Why does Flambard want it? Won't that make

impure too?

Well, no.

Well, well.

You again.

Sneaking back out of uniform this time.

Was I annoying you, Julia?

Do you mind? We're trying to have a private conversation.

You don't want to talk to the police, do you, Julia?

If you bother her again, I'll complain to the authorities about police

harassment.

Yes, he had a weak ticker, did Peter.

It's a shame. He was a good cop.

I think he was trying to uncover a financial fraud.

Would he have been up to that?

Well, he worked on fraud cases before, but he would have needed expert help.

There was an accountant mentioned.

Oliver somebody.

I think Flambard's siphoning off money that's been given to the cult into his

own offshore account.

But I need more evidence.

Of course, yes.

Oliver Henshaw.

An accountant in Leeds.

Peter worked with him some years ago. I believe they became good mates.

Thanks, Oscar.

I owe you one.

Has it been nice having a night off while others are working out in the

I've been here on business, Carol.

And I'll be working till very late.

And the other one.

Right, go on.

And you, Keith. Down you go.

Right, time for a walk. Go on.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Well, it's just, you know, me and the boys are going out for a bit of a walk.

Work off some of that food.

Got a feeling that Derek is getting a little bit tubby, aren't you?

Give me strength.

I want them tubby. That's the general idea for wanting a nice plump bird on

table. They're not dogs.

You don't take turkeys for walks.

P .P. Walker is the Aidensfield bobby.

He is needed there.

He should not be up half the night on fruitless surveillance based on a whim.

It wasn't fruitless. He's confirmed that the bike there is registered to Jez

Flambard, the cult leader's son.

Proves nothing.

Rosie Cartwright could not identify a number plate at the scene. I'd have just

been to see the accountant Barton consulted.

He's come up with some interesting stuff on Gregory Flambard's finances.

The offshore account Temple recently set up?

Seems some money's been transferred into it.

So, you think that a member of the cult followed Barton, tried to persuade him

to drop the investigation. Barton had a heart attack, they panicked, hit Rosie

Cartwright over the head and then rode away on Jez Flambard's motorbike.

I know it's hard to prove, but Walker spoke to Julia last night.

He thinks with a bit of persuasion she may talk further. I'm sorry, but I can't

spare one of my men on something so speculative.

I'm going to ask a division to let Walker resume his normal duties.

Oh, yes, to be clean, dressed and ready for the table.

We shall be there, don't worry.

Thank you.

Are we going out for dinner, then?

No. Wait, she said you had to be all cleaned and dressed and ready for the

table. Not us, you clot.

Them.

The Swan Hotel Scarborough's buying the lot.

Some for now and the rest in the freezer for Rotary Club dinners and the like.

You're going to put Berwick and Trevor in the freezer?

Well, either that or straight in the oven.

No, Aunt Peg.

They're not ready.

They need building up some more.

Maybe next Christmas.

Oh, don't be so...

Delta Alpha 2 -4, come in, over.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving, over. Sergeant Miller here, Walker.

You're to return to your normal duties.

Over.

Yes, Sarge.

Out.

It's time we got back to some proper police work.

Our clear -up rate is way down this month.

Jimmy.

What are you frightened of?

If this place is so free and pure, why can't you talk openly with me? No.

Not now, please. Call me on this number when you get a chance.

Ah, Julia.

It's your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?

Well, we shall have to take special care of you.

Well, well.

Looks like he's found himself another favourite.

No, not Julia.

She isn't for him.

She is if you select her.

Your father can have anyone he likes.

Evening. Ah, Jeff.

Caught any villains or made any arrests today?

Er, the Sarge reckons we're slipping, not catching enough criminals.

Well, actually, I did merely issue a parking ticket yesterday.

All right.

What held you back, Tiger?

Since you ask, a cab full of turkeys. You what?

David Stockwell's lorry was parked a bit dodgily.

I went to have a look in the cab, but I couldn't see who were driving it for all

these turkeys that were in there.

And they drove off before I could have a word.

And did you perhaps wonder why David Stockwell's cab was full of turkeys?

If you'd read the crime memo that I gave you yesterday, you would know that

turkeys were stolen a short while ago from a farm.

Not five miles away!

Nine to be slaughtered, plucked, gutted and cleaned by tomorrow. So we'll have

to get cracking.

Now, the best way to kill a turkey is to wring its neck.

Just like that. Only takes a second.

I can't do that.

I want to Trevor and Derek.

Well, it's either that or...

My father's asked you to come here to his room, hasn't he?

No, no, he hasn't.

You don't have to do what he asks if you don't want to, Julian.

No, it's just the only phones in there.

I was hoping to phone my parents for my birthday tomorrow. They'll try and get

you to leave the temple.

Don't worry, I won't.

You know how I feel about you.

I can't bear the thought of my father.

Make your call.

And then come to my room.

I can't believe Miller's been so obstructive, having you taken off the

Is there anything you need to fill me in on?

Ainsfield Police House?

Yes, of course.

It's Julia Walker. I saw her earlier.

I was shocked when I heard that that private detective was dead.

I'm also very upset about the news with my dad.

Julia, I'm going to hand you over to DS Rachel Dawson.

She's the officer in charge of the case, OK?

Hello, Julia.

I'd like to come and talk to you, if I may.

We've got evidence that Gregory Flambard set up a secret offshore account.

OK.

I'll meet you by the tower in the grounds.

Julia? What are you doing here?

I... So destructive, and yet

so beautifully made.

Purity of design.

Stark simplicity.

Why have you got a gun? I don't understand.

There are many things that you don't understand yet, Julia.

Well, I see...

You couldn't resist coming into my inner sanctum.

I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be here. No, no, no, no.

Stay.

I think that we should begin celebrating your coming of age.

Is the accountant's right that Julia's money will be transferred offshore

tomorrow? I'll come with you as backup.

Remember what happened to Rosie?

Miller's had you taken off the case. I'm not risking a bust up at HQ.

Don't worry.

I'm a big girl now.

I think

I ought to go now.

Relax.

Have a drink.

You'll be of age in a couple of hours.

That's a big moment in a young woman's life.

A toast.

Let yourself enjoy the experience.

Right. The quicker the better.

Stay.

Who's that at this hour?

Evening. We're here on a matter of stolen turkeys.

Stolen turkeys? I know nothing about stolen turkeys.

These turkeys were stolen from a farm not far from here two weeks before

Christmas. Well, there must be another lot.

I took them from Ilda Skinner out of the goodness of me heart.

And we've really cared for them, haven't we, David?

But why were they stuffed into the cab of your lorry yesterday? We're not

stuffed in.

They enjoyed the trip out.

Especially Derek. And how did Hilda Skinner come by these turkeys?

I've no idea. Perhaps her late husband Stan might have been able to enlighten

us. He had form for this sort of thing.

Now, these birds are ringed. The farmer is on his way.

Handling stolen goods is a criminal offence, Mrs Armstrong. Yeah, well, I...

know they were stolen.

Rainy tree, you're after my money.

Of course it earned money.

Didn't like the thought of you being here alone.

That's fine, Julia.

What are you doing here? Where's Julia? You know right to just walk in here like

this is police harassment.

Where is she? In my father's bed by now.

He asked her to his room and she went.

He's trying to steal her money, isn't he?

What are you talking about?

My father wants her flesh, her spirit, not her fortune.

Well, somebody here wants it.

Maybe it's you.

No, please, I don't want you to.

Well, why else did you come here then?

No, please, no!

Leave her alone, Mr Flambard.

Well, well, well.

It's our glamorous police sergeant. Do you have a warrant to come bursting in

here? I'm here to meet Julia.

I have some things you should see.

You've set up an offshore account to siphon off money, including Julia's

forthcoming inheritance.

What are you talking about?

Offshore account?

This has got nothing to do with me.

Devious little cow.

Sorry?

He means me.

Sarah does all the accounts.

I can't believe she'd steal from us.

Where is she now?

In her room, I suppose.

My first role when I arrived was in here.

In his bed.

Until younger, prettier disciple took my place.

Sarah, be very careful with that gun.

It's very dangerous. Now he just sees me as some mousy bookkeeper who handles

the bills.

Sarah, put the gun down.

No.

When the banks open for business tomorrow morning, Julia's inheritance

into the cult's account and then immediately out again into the offshore

account, to which only I'll have access.

Why do you need money?

I mean, you've got everything you need right here. What, listening to your

inanities?

Watching you lust after every female that walks through the door?

Sarah, you treacherous little bitch!

This is her room.

Who has a gun here?

My father.

Bang, bang.

I used to shoot you down.

This is crazy, Sarah.

Put the gun down.

I'm holding you here till Julie of Money comes through.

You can't keep us here all night. You'll bleed to death.

It's only a earthly shell that's damaged.

His spirit will live on in another life.

Won't it, Gregory?

If he dies, he'll be charged with murder.

You'll get a life.

Then I suppose I might as well kill you two as well.

Don't leave me!

There's another officer in the building.

You're lying.

No, she's not.

You okay?

I'll get an ambulance.

Thank you for bringing our daughter back to us.

Her father's been very heartened by the news.

Seeing you is the best birthday present I could wish for.

She's not the only one leaving the cult.

Looks like they've found some real enlightenment at last.

Sarah, I've met she used Flambard's bike to go and meet Barton and try and throw

him off the trail.

She was there when he collapsed and died.

She was the one who attacked Rosie.

Miller will probably give you a bad time about tonight.

We both bent the rules a bit going in there.

I was off duty.

In my own time. I just decided to follow.

Thank God you did.

Sorry.

Delayed shock, I expect.

It's not every day you look down the barrel of a gun.

Hey, you're shivering.

Come here.

I think I'd better be going, Constable.

Keep an eye on Trevor because he gets a bit travel sick. Is that all the thanks

we get?

Don't push it.

It's cost me sacks and sacks of bird feed and pounds down.

If you hear a noise, it'll be my heart breaking.

Working late?

I had a premature baby to deliver on a farm out on the moors.

Um, I was just off for a drink.

Oh, right.

Do you fancy joining me?

Yeah, why not?

I think I've got my taste back for that. I might have another.

No, you don't. I'll get you a tonic water, Rosemary.

Spoiled sport.

Ah, Rob.

I understand you could be in line for a commendation.

Dia Stawson's been telling me all about the Peter Barton case and she's been

singing your praises.

Hiya. You off?

Yeah, got a fair bit of paperwork to complete.

See you.

What happened tonight with you two?

Sorry? I had to sing your praises.

Oh, just did my job, you know, that's all. There's no reward for doing folk a

favour these days.

Well, at least it means that Derek and all the others aren't going to end up in

a freezer tomorrow morning.

Anyone fancy a butty?

The opposing dog team have cried off.

All right, at least it's not a finote.

Fancy, it is lovely.

The turkey, David.

The freezer's been full since Christmas.

We've got loads of it.

Do you want another?

Younger? Your father's in the interview room.

He's drunk.

It's a bit embarrassing for me, Mum, down at the station.

You're embarrassed of your father?

Have we been here before?

Not in this life.

Are you psychic?

Someone else is going to die!

There's enough there to blow up half of Aidensfield.

Don't!