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

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

The woods must a man walk down Before you call him a man

How many fees must the white dove save

Before she sleeps in the sand Yes, and how

many deaths will it take Till you know that too many people

have died

The answer, my friend, is blowing.

The answer is blowing.

Luis?

the answer my friend is blowing in the wind

the answer is blowing in the wind

The vicar, the Reverend Foy, came home about six.

Found his wife, Louise, who'd been stabbed.

Looks like she disturbs a burglar.

Have you got the murder weapon?

Probably a knife. There's one missing from a set in the kitchen.

We haven't found it yet.

Do you know them?

Jake has been the vicar here in Elton for years.

Louise did charity work behind jumble bells, that sort of thing.

Pillars with a community.

Let's take a look.

It's not a very pleasant sight.

This calls for a drink.

Ooh. Why's that, then?

Well, you know, that hotel in Scarborough, they were going to buy all

turkeys that we don't talk about.

Well, I sold them 200 trout instead.

Ah.

What trout?

The ones we're going to catch.

200? Well, they would have bought more, but we don't want to be greedy.

Chill.

Are you up to answering a couple of questions?

It would help us.

You got home about six, you said?

Five past.

Where had you been?

With Terry Thorne.

He's the organist.

He lives up the road.

And how long were you there for?

All afternoon.

Then I came back here directly.

Do you have any photos of your wife?

No.

From the parish magazine or anything? She didn't like photographs.

Everything all right there?

Yeah, I've just lost his wife.

So?

It takes more than a couple of hours to get over, you know.

I didn't mean...

I'll check with the neighbours or anything.

Don't do it, David. Be careful with that. You'd better let go.

You could have killed us.

Well, you don't go throwing jelly night around like that.

Jelly night?

Where have you got that from?

A nice man at the quarry gave it to me, and that's our little secret, all right?

No, it's not all right. What have you got that for?

Well, do you remember your great -uncle Eric?

He were in the trenches in the Great War, and he used to tell us about

the shells dropping into the River Thom and all the fish being blown up into the

air. Oh, hang on. I am not blowing fishes up in the air. David, it's quite

as long as you know what you're doing.

Yeah, but you don't.

I'm having nothing to do with it.

What time did Reverend Twig get here?

Half past three on the dot. He's always very punctual.

Are you expecting him?

Yes. We meet every week to go through the hymns and anthems on Sunday.

And what time did he stay?

Six.

We have a sherry at 5 .30 and he leaves at six. That's our routine.

Did he strike you as being agitated at all?

He's not really that sort.

I suppose not.

Have you noticed anyone suspicious near the vicarage today?

Well, there are people coming there all the time.

Vagrants and so forth.

Louise was always ready with a cup of tea and a handout.

Have you seen anyone today?

This morning, yes.

And he was on a good look at the vicarage. Can you describe him?

Well, he wasn't that close, but he looked like a tramp.

I think he was wearing an old army greatcoat.

Thank you, Mr Thorne. You've been very useful.

Have

we

been here before?

Not in this life.

Morning, ladies. What can I do for you?

We'd like our twin room.

Away from the road and near the bathroom.

Yes, well, that's Gina's department.

Just the one night, is it?

Well, that depends.

Well, if you could let me know.

I see blue.

Is it a man in blue? A policeman, maybe.

Must be you, Oscar.

Yes, it's close to me. I fell, my husband.

And I have a letter.

Someone else very close to your heart.

A B?

Or could it be a D?

No. Are you sure?

Maybe someone who passed over not so long ago.

Daniel? Daniel, yes.

He says you're not to worry.

He's happy now.

That's enough.

I don't know what you're playing at.

Don't want any more of that nonsense. I'm sorry, dear. Are you psychic? I just

drive the car, but Rosa is.

That's why we're here.

How's it going?

We've got every available bobby out. Volunteers from the village, too.

Your mysterious tramps vanished in thin air.

But some other people in the village have reported seeing him.

Well, while we're looking for him, I'd like to know a bit more about our

Reverend Swate.

He has an alibi.

Time of death was at four at the earliest. We know he was with Thorne,

If Thorne's telling the truth.

Why wouldn't he be?

We have no reason for suspecting Thwaite.

I don't think there's something odd about him.

Like what?

His whole attitude.

He should be falling over himself to help us, but he's not.

I want to know why.

Give us another operable.

As I'm a drunken guitar, oh, yeah.

All right, lovely.

You all right, mate?

Hey, you all right?

A bit early in the day, isn't it?

Well, where were you going?

Where do you live?

There's an old mill by the stream Where we used to sit and

drink Look, look, look, I'll tell you what.

Why don't I take you to the station, yeah? And you can sober up a bit. Have a

nice little relax, eh?

Big congregation.

Must be a popular vicar.

I imagine there's quite a few wanting to pay their respects.

Word gets around quickly in these parts.

Are we too late for the Sunday service?

Sorry, you've missed it. Are you friends with the family?

No.

Rosa here wants to help you. In what way? To find the murderer.

As soon as I heard about it, I knew her spirit would make contact. Thanks, but

no thanks.

That's him, isn't it?

You don't know me.

My name's Ivy Green.

What do you want?

Rosa has a message for you from Louise.

Louise is dead.

She's passed over, but she's still very close.

This is not the time or the place.

We've taken a room in the pub. You can see us for a consultation now. Would you

leave now, please?

Or you could come to a seance at the village hall this evening at seven o

'clock.

I'm sorry about that. Probably after some cheap publicity.

I would think so.

If they give you any trouble, let me know.

Just what we need.

A load of old crystal balls.

I don't live here. All right now.

I know you.

Charlie Phillips.

Have you come for the rent?

I will do.

Sorry about that, Sarge, I thought for his own safety he'd better sleep it off

in one of the cells.

Put him in the interview room.

I'll handle this.

Sure, Sarge.

Right. Come on, then. This way.

See you later, Charlie.

Younger.

Your father's in the interview room.

What's he want?

He's drunk.

So?

I'll turn a blind eye to this if you get him out of here fast.

Yes, Arden. And I mean fast.

We have a murder inquiry on our hands.

Dad?

We've come for a rant.

Come on.

I'll take you home.

I know you.

Charlie Phillips.

No, Daddy.

It's me.

It's Jeff.

I've got a brother called Jeff.

Big strapping lad he is.

Not like you.

You wouldn't want to pick a fight without Jeff.

Whoever you are.

I was going to hear... There.

Took that in the lake for it.

Well, how's that going to work? It's on a detonator thingy. No, it's got no air

in it. David, it's set for five seconds.

Told you!

Now, I would imagine that somebody might have heard that.

Well,

don't just lie there!

Pick them up!

I have a message from a... A seafaring man passed over

during the war.

And I'm getting the letter J.

J, yes.

It's John.

No, I'm sorry, dear. It's Jack.

Jack.

What are you doing here?

Just keeping an eye.

Some of the things she says are really scary.

I take it with a pinch of salt.

She knows things about people that she couldn't possibly guess. In red. Does

that make sense to you?

And he misses you too.

But you'll be together one day.

Who's that?

Oh, I have a young woman with blonde hair. Louise?

Is that you?

Me.

It hurts so much.

There was so much blood.

The pain's over now.

He took my knife.

My kitchen knife. It's under the signpost down the road.

Who did?

I can't believe we're doing this.

Well, you could call it information received.

What's that?

Looks like we may have found our murder weapon.

Let's see what forensics say.

Or have we just been had?

David? Peggy?

What are you two doing here?

Ah, well, we was a bit worried, you see, because we thought we heard a bomb go

off and we wondered if we might be able to help somebody.

What did you say, anyone?

No.

David, are you all right?

Ah, he needs a little boy's room.

It's these cold nights.

Right, well, you'd, you know, better just get on with it.

Right.

Off you sit.

I am not having fish down my trousers anymore.

Baby.

Who's that?

That's effective in the morning.

Life goes on day after day.

Heart's turning.

Hey, Aunt Mum.

Aren't you supposed to be at work?

Oh, I am.

I was just passing and I wanted to see how Dad is.

I was out this morning and I'm a bit of a liar.

Can you tell him something, Father?

Those bottles of whiskey in the cupboard.

I pulled them down the sink.

Those are your father's.

I know.

I'm sorry, but after yesterday, I had to do something.

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

You're embarrassed of your own father?

That's nice. No, I didn't mean that.

There's a murderer on the loose.

What are you doing, picking on a decent man who's worked hard all his life?

It wasn't me.

Look, you know how it can get. I don't think this conversation's getting us

far, do you?

I'm sure you've got plenty to do.

David.

Come with me, quick.

What did Mr Bellamy want?

Oh, he's got it into his head that we had so much to do with that explosion

night. So we need to get these fish delivered before he puts two and two

together.

And then we need to get rid of the rest of that gelignite. What did you do with

it?

Well, I haven't got it.

Oh, we must have left it down by the lake.

Oh, we'll have to go and find it.

What? Well, we don't... I caught it falling into the wrong hands.

Everything all right?

Oh, I'll do that.

I knocked it over. It was an accident.

Let me pay for the damage.

Don't worry.

It was only an old thing.

Mr. Thwaite wanted to arrange a private session with Rosa. He'll be back this

afternoon. He will not.

I wouldn't have anything to do with this superstitious claptrap. Louise would

want you to come, wouldn't she, Rosa?

She does have things to tell you.

Here. That's far too much. Apparently, I can afford it.

I wish he hadn't broken the mirror.

It's never good.

Ha -ha!

Have you found it?

It's a wingnut.

I've been looking for one of those everywhere.

Never mind wingnuts.

Hey, sometimes I think you've got to screw loose.

What about the gelignite?

Oh, I haven't found that.

Well, you'd better find it.

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

Shut the door, please.

Now, I know it's none of my business, but have you got a problem at home?

I haven't.

Yesterday was a one -off, was it?

Yes, Sergeant.

I've done some asking around.

I understand your father lost his job early this year and that he likes a

or two.

Well, that's up to him.

But it could put you in an awkward position if he causes more trouble.

Yes, Sergeant.

You just need to bear that in mind.

I don't know what was going on, but it sounds like the visuals threatened them.

There's nothing I can do unless they make a complaint.

Yeah, I did tell her that.

How's the investigation going? You found that tramp yet?

No. It's as if he's vanished into thin air.

That keeps happening since they've been here.

Maybe we've got a ghost.

Maybe you should get your wiring checked.

We were expecting you.

Then you'll be ready to tell me why you've been snooping around and asking

questions about the murder.

Is it against the law?

Well, it is if you're trying to take advantage of a man whose wife's just

killed. Oh, we'd never do that, dear.

All right.

Then what happened this morning?

With Jacob.

It was just a misunderstanding.

What is it about Louise's murder?

Why are you obsessed with it? I didn't choose Louise, dear. She chose me.

She's here now.

Here in the room.

Find the letter.

The letter?

Jacob wrote a letter.

I had to hide it.

Where?

the kitchen cupboard under the lining paper.

Jacob, he... He did what he said.

Very impressive.

Sounded just like Louise.

Oh, it was her.

She talks to me all the time.

How do you recognise her? It's her voice.

Well, how can you be sure?

She's got that Liverpool accent.

Did Louise come from Liverpool?

Yes, it was in the paper. No, it wasn't.

Did you two know, Louise Thwaite? No.

Are you going to look for that letter?

Yeah, I suppose so.

But just to let you know, conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, including

fabricating evidence, is a serious offence with a heavy sentence.

Someone's been doing their homework for his exam.

You're the ones that have been doing your homework.

I'm not impressed.

You've had your last warning.

Bobby? Hey, it's him off the wrestling.

Nick McManus.

Look, no, Bobby.

Was that you that I saw up in the middle of Ashford East Trout Lake last night?

Sure as you're flying, dropped it. Go on, I'll tell you.

Look, I'm not talking about flipping wrestling.

Did you find anything while you were up there?

Like what?

Er... Joe Ignite.

Oh, no.

You can't even point it in there. Run!

Run!

Do

you

recognise this letter?

No.

There's some mistake.

For that?

Your handwriting and your signature?

Yes.

But that can't be right.

It's to Louise.

And you're clearly very angry.

You say you're scared that one day you'll lose all control and kill her.

This is outrageous.

Is that what happened the other night?

You killed Louise?

Would you like to speak to your solicitor before you answer that?

How do you explain the letter?

It's years old. You can see it's got an old address on it.

How old?

Twelve years.

I checked Crockford.

You left that parish ten years ago.

Your wife must have been very young.

She was.

It was a terrible, cruel mistake, putting my feelings down on paper like

I have to ask again.

Did you kill your wife?

No.

No, I didn't kill her.

That's all I know, all I can tell you.

Did Rosa Briars and Ivy Green know Louise?

No. They know a lot about her.

What she looked like, how she talked, where she hid letters. Unless, of

they're the ones who hid the letter.

Are they blackmailing you? No.

They keep telling us where to find this so -called evidence.

You were overheard threatening them.

And they clearly believe you murdered your wife. I don't know what they're

doing. No idea at all. None.

Well, that's a shame.

You're free to go, Mr Thwaite.

I'm sure you are.

I can find my own way.

You... Something very cold about him.

He's used to being in control, and for once he's not.

Doesn't make him a murderer.

Well, maybe not, but he's one of at least three people who know more about

murder than they're telling us.

So what do we do about it?

Let's go back over everything we've got so far.

No. This isn't a good idea.

What? Bobby's got the gelignite. What if he blows himself up? Will that be a

good idea?

Not if they find out where it came from.

Well, we're going to tell Mr Bellamy the truth. No.

Leave this to me.

Here's a surprise.

Now, look, nobody likes a tittle -tattle, but I feel it is my solemn

good citizen, to grass up a juvenile delinquent for his own good.

Meaning? Bobby Smithson.

He's the lad that blew up the lake, and he needs locking up.

Right, I'm off, Oscar.

You're going to be all right driving back on your own? I'll be fine. The

who killed the vicar's wife is still out there somewhere, so you be careful.

Good night.

Night.

What was that?

I told PC Walker the vicar was at my house from half past three until six.

It's the same every week.

Were you with him the whole time?

Yeah. I mean, nearly.

I went to collect some music.

So he would have had time to go back to his house without you knowing?

I'd just nip out and murder the wife. Is that what you mean?

Most murders are committed by close family members.

Jacob Thwaite is a good man and a good Christian.

Not like these wishy -washy, anything -goes type of vicars you get nowadays.

He's a rock.

Of course.

And he's got an alibi from you, hasn't he?

Let me get this straight.

You're here to report a murder.

I don't know if it's happened yet.

And you don't know who the victim is, whether it's happened, whether it's

to happen?

It's too soon to say.

So what exactly is it that you're trying to tell me?

I saw it in a dream.

Someone was beating... Eaten to death. I've never been so sure of anything in

life. That's why I'm here.

Because of a dream.

You've got to do something.

Oh, I promise you, we will take the appropriate action.

Thank you so much.

Oi.

Bobby. Not you again.

Look, I've come to warn you.

The police know you've got that gelignite. What are you talking about?

Boy, if you don't hand it over, you're going to be in dead trouble.

I'm not scared of the police.

Bobby, if you don't do it, I'm going to tell your dad.

You don't know him.

No, but I know somebody who does.

And I know where you live, honey boy Zimba.

That's for the police.

What?

Decided to take the day off, have we?

No, hold on.

Sir, it's Geoff.

Said it's urgent.

Hello?

I'm sorry I'm late in.

I don't know what to do.

You wait there.

I'll be right over.

Did you get the message?

I spotted him, that tramp you're after.

Where was this?

walking on a railway track about a mile from the station heading for Whitby.

You sure it was him? Oh, pretty much.

Thanks, Bernie.

We want a word with you.

I think you know what it's about, don't you?

Now, Bobby.

You're not in trouble.

I just need to find that gelignite.

I haven't got it.

Okay. Who has?

That bloke that drives the taxi.

David? Yeah, I heard him with his Armstrong talking.

She told him to hide it in their shed.

She wasn't very polite about you, neither.

Said you were that daft, you'd never think to look there.

Right. He's never done anything like that before.

If you could just talk to him.

Sounds as though it's gone beyond that.

Mrs Younger?

Oh, for God's sake.

Geoff phoned. He was worried about you.

There's no need.

Can you tell us what happened?

It was just an accident.

No, Mum, it wasn't.

I heard Dad shouting. You don't know what you're talking about.

Go and see if the ambulance has arrived.

I don't like interfering in domestic matters, but if there's anything you

to tell me... It's like I said.

It was an accident. I dropped the pan.

I see.

I don't know what Geoff's been saying, but I don't think it's very fair if he's

been... He was worried about you and Mr Younger.

Understandably, I'd say.

It's here.

Mum? You'd best go with her.

I'll tell your husband.

Leave me.

Mr Younger?

How are you?

Take a seat and have a brew.

Your wife's been taken to hospital.

I understand there was a fight.

Where?

I think you'd better come with me.

I'm not going anywhere.

Break your lock!

His name's Arthur Budd. He only got out of army three weeks ago.

He's been living rough ever since. And he's got form for burglary in GBH.

How come we missed him?

He's been commuting, living in Whitby, doing burglaries along the railway line.

We found all this stolen property from the vicarage on him.

And... this knife.

So you won't be surprised to hear the knife we found by the road had no traces

of blood on it.

But anyone's got to save himself.

Where did you get this from?

I can't remember.

We found a knife like this at the vicarage.

There were fingerprints there, too.

We'll check to see if yours match.

There's no shortage of evidence.

Tell us what happened, Arthur.

I hadn't had any food.

For two days.

All I wanted was something to eat.

I didn't know anyone was there.

But she was.

Did you kill Louise Thwaite?

Louise? Was that her name?

Nice name, Louise.

She started screaming.

I had to do something.

What did you do?

Killed her.

I didn't hear that.

I killed her.

Mum, why didn't you tell Sergeant Miller that he threw that pan at you?

He didn't.

He never laid a finger on me.

Look at you.

I mean, you didn't throw a pan over your own head, did you?

Well, you left it me.

You've done no harm as it is.

I'm never going to be able to walk down that street with my head held high

again.

I'll make sure you get the credit for cracking this one.

I have to watch my back when you get those sergeant stripes.

I'm not counting any chickens.

How was the exam?

Oh, um... Put it this way. A lot of what I revised the night before came up on

the paper, so... You are such a teacher's pet.

Right.

Let's see if you can answer this one.

These are the post -mortem results.

No surprises there, except for one thing.

They estimate Louise's age as 30.

Sounds about right.

Can't be.

Thwaite told us they'd been together 15 years.

So, got a copy of her birth certificate, which tells us Louise Thwaite was 46.

So that must mean the woman who was murdered wasn't Louise.

She can't have been.

I think we should go and see the Reverend Jacob Thwaite.

Now, woman, don't you feel sad when you see...

That's Ivy's car.

I just can't keep away.

You don't mind if I have a look around, do you?

What for?

Explosives. There's no explosives here.

And I suppose I'd be too daft to find any if there were.

Oh, he's going to see the fish. No, no, no, they're all gone.

Hotel gave me a case of whisky for them.

Well, it saves on all that bookkeeping palaver.

Get back.

Get back behind the wall. What are you talking about?

That gel ignited.

Sweating. Anything could steady off. David, go and get my whiskey. There's a

lot. David, don't you dare. Nobody goes near that shed except the bomb disposal

unit. Get back behind the wall. Find a water control. Over.

When did you last see Ivy?

At least since last night.

I can't believe she's dead, Rob.

Hello, dear.

I've got some bad news, I'm afraid.

Ivy's dead.

Yes.

I'm afraid she is.

I tried to persuade her not to go over there, but she wouldn't listen.

We'll need you to identify her.

Look, Ivy's not her real name, is it?

No.

It's Louise.

Louise Thwaite.

They've taken my dad to the hospital.

Not the general, the psychiatric one.

I don't know.

The doctor said he's probably suffering from some sort of alcoholic dementia.

He was quite blunt about it.

He won't get better, apparently.

The worst thing is, his memory's all but gone.

Unless it's something that happened years ago.

I always hoped he'd be proud of me one day.

Now he doesn't even know who I am.

I'm sure the hospital will do everything they can for him.

Can I put him for some leave? I know it's short notice.

Take all the time you need.

Oh, it's just this afternoon.

Only I've got to go and tell my mum.

I'm not sure what to say to her.

Do you want me to come with you?

Pardon? I'll give you a lift.

Bomb squad will be here in half an hour.

Where's Peggy?

I told her not to go.

No, but I still dropped me flame in whiskey.

Peggy Armstrong, you are under arrest.

What for?

We found this in Ivy's bag, her marriage certificate.

It confirms that her name was Louise and that she was married to Jacob Thwaite.

Yes.

The woman who was living with Jacob, who was she?

Her real name was Jane.

Jane Smith.

She was in the choir at his last church.

Ivy found out that Jacob had been sleeping with her and walked out on him.

Did you know Ivy when all this happened?

No, I met her some years later.

I needed help driving around and organising myself and she needed a

job, a home, everything really.

Was it Ivy's idea to find Jacob again?

Well, she didn't need to, dear. I mean, we've been coming here for years.

There was plenty of work for me, and Ivy always liked to keep an eye on Jacob.

He never knew, of course.

Why would she do that, keep an eye on him?

Well, she never got over it, dear.

Him wanting somebody else more than her.

Well, what could she do?

Anyway, this time he came back and everything was different. Poor Jane had

murdered.

We're looking for the vicar.

I'll show you.

Did he tell you what happened?

I have the full confession.

Thou shalt not kill, neither shalt thou commit adultery.

How many times have we heard that?

And then, of course, there's thou shalt not bear false witness.

Ever since he set foot in this parish, his whole life's been a lie.

Louise was never his wife.

Why did he pretend she was?

People around here don't want their vicar to be living in sin.

He's inside.

I said I'd leave in a few minutes before I phoned you.

I needed a moment.

I've worked in prisons.

I know what they're like.

Did you kill Ivy?

The woman who called herself Ivy?

My real wife.

Till death us two part.

Yes, I did.

Was she blackmailing you?

No.

No, it wasn't blackmail.

She was mad.

You know, our marriage was a terrible mistake in the first place.

It was obvious almost at once that she was fragile mentally.

I tried to get her help, and she ran away several times, and finally she

didn't come back.

Is that when you moved here?

Yes.

I was offered this parish, and it seemed like a godsend.

No one knew us here.

So poor Jane pretended she was my wife.

Pretended she was Louise.

Why did Ivy come here today?

What did she want?

She thought with Jane dead, I'd have her back.

She said she was tired of living hand to mouth.

She wanted a nice home, some sort of security for her, for that awful second

-rate old woman.

I'm not sure she understood.

Give it time.

Yeah.

I suppose so.

I'm not sure I'm up to this.

You are.

For the same reason that you make a good copper.

You stick at a job until it's done and don't expect to be thanked for it.

It's not a fashionable quality nowadays.

But I've never doubted that you've got it.

You can do it.

Already?

Yes, thank you, dear.

Can I ask you something?

Well, everyone always does.

But I'll tell you the truth.

Sometimes I fake it. I have done for years.

But suddenly, the spirits have started talking to me again.

You can rarely talk to dead people.

Well, they're with us all the time.

But you know that, don't you, dear?

There you go.

Oh, I need this for the day I've had.

First I see me profits go west, and then I have Sergeant Miller treating me like

I'm some kind of criminal.

Yeah, well, possession of explosives is against the law.

Only if they can prove that I knew they were there, which I didn't.

Wait till I get my hands on that Bobby Smith and... And what are you so

about?

It's just that magic lantern.

I keep telling you, you should chuck it out.

Yeah, well, I was going to.

Only now this bloke in Ashfordly has just given me five quid for it.

It's a good job I found that wingnut fitted perfectly.

Cheers.

Hi, Rob.

Ah, what'll it be then, ladies?

spirits, or perhaps a medium, Sherry.

You did very funny. Or you could trust my psychic powers.

You read my mind.

Cheers.

They'll come for us before midnight!

Count on it!

If he comes again, don't say anything.

How's that?

Okay. Then on the moon. I don't know what that's got to do with the process.

At least one copper's going to die tonight.

Now, whatever happens, know your rights.

And that's an order.