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

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

I'd like to make a withdrawal, please.

Everything you have in the till.

Nice work, babe.

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge. There's been an armed robbery at the provincial bank.

Well, she had an accomplice.

Made her getaway on the back of his motorbike.

With over 1 ,500 quid, by the looks of it.

She wasn't local.

Cashier says she had a posh southern accent.

Posh women robbing banks with guns.

Whatever's happening to the world.

Four o 'clock sharp, pick up Mrs Proctor.

Two o 'clock, collect Mr Elwyn Davies off the train.

Four o 'clock, pick up Mr Terry and Mr Snell from Golf Club Bar.

Phil, taxi up with Petrel.

Does Bernie Scripps always do that when he goes away?

Do what?

Well, writes down every single job you've got to do.

Oh, that's just to help me remember.

Yeah, but he didn't do that for Rosie.

Just leaves her in charge of the garage and that's that. Yeah, well, Rosie's

good, though, isn't she? You're good yourself, David.

Bernie should trust you, give you a bit more responsibility.

End of day.

Check tyre pressure, oil and water.

Go home, put your pyjamas on, brush your teeth and go to bed.

I like this one.

Colourful, vigorous, full of energy.

Yeah? I see what you mean.

What do you call this art?

Looks to me as if somebody's just taken a can of paint and chucked it over a

canvas. Well, he might well have done. Jackson Pollock's. You can say that

again. Very funny, Oscar. You have heard of Jackson Pollock?

No, and I've no desire to.

His action painting broke the ice.

He simply put the canvases on the studio floor and hurled paint on them.

Yeah, and charges a small portion to the idiots that bought them, no doubt.

Look, everything in art has to be figurative, you know, Oscar.

Ooh, how could you?

Figurative. You've come a long way, Gina.

No, I'm sorry, I like my paintings to be lifelike. You can admire artists like

Constable, Turner and George Stubbs.

Well, I admire all three, actually.

You don't paint like them, though, do you? You duck out of doing what I call

real painting.

It's not ducking out.

The painting doesn't have to look like a photograph.

That's rubbish.

You so -called modern artist, you can't paint.

All right, Oscar.

Put your money where your mouth is.

Commission me to paint you a landscape.

I'll do you one for a teller.

Go on.

If it's not a good likeness, you don't have to pay anything.

All right.

You're on.

This is beautiful.

Yeah, it certainly is.

Let's hope Picasso here can do it justice.

I've been painting landscapes all my life, but knowing you, Oscar, you'll

some fault with it, just to avoid paying up. Well, don't you worry, Jack. Our

Pinterest knows his place like the back of his hand.

I'll get him to judge it. If he reckons you've done a good job, I'll buy it.

Well, that sounds fair enough.

Everyone behaves themselves. No one gets hurt. Get away from the counter.

Build it.

Every note you have.

You, get your hands up.

Right then, come on.

Stay inside until we're well gone.

I hope you don't mind me just popping round.

Well, I am on duty.

Of course I am.

I've got some news for you.

Oh?

Oh.

Aidensfield Police House.

I'll be right over.

There's been another armed robbery.

Sorry, I've got to go.

So what did they take? Pension money.

Any money anywhere else?

Only change in till.

Right. Walker!

Excuse me.

What's the situation?

The girl was shot in the leg, but they managed to get away on the motorbike.

Anyone get the number?

No. Take a look.

With a bullet wound, she need medical attention.

Alert local hospitals.

Doctors.

Are you managing all right?

Oh, aye, nothing major.

Two or three cars for service, a breakdown to pick up.

Have you plenty of paperwork for Bernie to catch up on when he gets back?

No, I do all that as I go along.

I deal with all his posters well.

Do you?

I can see what she's

up to. Hello.

How do you be? Yes, this is Grips's garage.

Well, Bernie's not going to be around that much longer.

She's planning to take over the garage.

I don't think so. And you should do the same with the taxes and the burial

business. OK.

A funeral.

Oh, I'm afraid Mr Scripps is away at the moment.

Hey, hang on a minute.

Let David deal with that.

He drives the earth, not you.

I'll just pass you over to David.

I'm not capable of dealing with the funeral business. Thank you very much.

Oh.

Oh, so soon?

No, I don't think so.

We've got a funeral booked for next week, but they want to bring it forth

day after tomorrow.

This one's got to fly back to Canada.

Bernie's away. We can't do that.

Oh, yes, we can.

Here, give me that here.

Hello there.

Yeah.

Mr. Scripps will not be able to associate in person, but Mr.

Stockwell is his extremely experienced deputy.

Yes, I can assure you he's learnt everything he knows from... Phil, I

can't find it.

It's better.

All right, listen up. You all know D .I. Shiner. I'd like you to assist my C .I

.D. officers with a bit of legwork. This pair must be staying somewhere in the

area. It's hotels, B &Bs, car -down sites, likely spots where there could be

sleeping roof.

They're armed, and with a girl injured, they could be desperate.

It's essential we find them.

Sir.

Oh, you're the doctor. My wife's gone into labour.

We're up here on holiday.

She's not due for a month, but she said the baby's coming now.

Help me, please.

Where is she? Oh, we're staying just up the road.

I've no idea how to deliver a baby.

Don't panic.

Hang on, I'll have to leave a note.

Where's your car your car we need your car

Who

are

you

What do you want? Keep your mouth shut.

Don't try anything, you won't get hurt.

Oh, thank goodness.

All right, calm down.

I brought her to help you.

I want you to look at her leg.

I'm Dr Trent. Who are you?

Never mind who she is.

This looks like a bullet wound.

Just clean it up.

Stitch it, whatever you need to do.

How did this happen?

Doesn't matter. Just do your job. In order to do my job, I need to know how

happened. An accident.

Now deal with it.

That would hardly help her, would it?

Out on a cold back light.

Sorry to miss you.

I'd better be off. I've got another long day at the easel tomorrow.

Yeah, it must be hard work doing proper painting, not just chucking paint on

willy -nilly, chatting up the female students.

Good night, Oscar.

Good night, female student.

Good night, Jack.

Well, I think my ten quid's safe enough.

I need sterilized water.

You'll have to boil some.

We get water from the stream. We haven't got a kettle.

There's a pot over there.

You could put it on the fire.

If we don't sterilize the wound, it'll become gangrenous.

You're being very brave.

Could you at least tell me your first name?

I'm not supposed to.

It's not easy to treat a patient with no name.

All right.

I'm Lucy.

I'm Helen.

You look like a Lucy.

Actually, your face seems familiar.

Have we met before?

No, of course not.

It's a very nasty wound.

This chap, is he your boyfriend?

None of your business.

It's just the people.

You two seem like chalk and cheese.

Right. I'm a nice middle -class girl and he's an Irish thug. Is that what you

mean? No.

But anyone in there is a gun.

I'm doing the best I can.

She should be in hospital.

She could lose her leg. Listen.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Just do what you can.

I can't start anything until you've boiled that water.

Ah, Rob.

Sorry to go around this early.

Reports of a motorbike. Heard late last night in Abbotswood.

Miller wants us to go and check it out.

No worries. I'll just give Helen the bell. Make sure she got back all right.

What, this time?

You can't call now. You'll wake her up.

I've just got a right mouthful of Debbie for Miller calling.

No, you're right.

Always thinking, you see.

Come on.

What's for breakfast, then?

Full English, all the works?

That's chance.

Look, Lucy, I know that you held up that bank and the post office.

So? I'm surprised that you're getting involved in something like that.

You seem like you're from a decent family.

How would your parents feel if they knew what you were doing?

My father cares more about his precious money than he does about me. He's made

that very clear.

Young people often fall out with their parents and rebel. I know I did.

My first boyfriend was an East End rocker. My mother wouldn't let him in

house.

But getting involved in armed robbery, that's something else.

I can afford it.

It's still wrong.

You don't seem to me like you're a criminal at heart.

I think you got seduced into it for other reasons.

You're wrong.

Rick and I are in this together.

And we've got much bigger things planned.

I've done the best I can.

But I insist that you get the tetanus injection and some antibiotics.

Do you?

Yes, Rick, I do.

I told you not to use my name. I'm sorry, babe, I'm sorry.

It changes everything.

It's not easy, I bet, shitting everything around for a funeral.

Oh, no to it. Organisation, that's all it takes.

Well, if it won't be police.

Elizabeth booked him for next week.

You leave him to me.

These men are God just like a bit of butter in hope.

Good morning, Mrs Armstrong.

Can I help you at all?

Yes.

I'm sorry it's short notice, Your Grace.

What is? The Wilson funeral. We need to have it tomorrow now.

Tomorrow? Why?

One of the family have to fly back to Canada unexpectedly, Your Grace.

I'm not your grace, actually, merely a reverend.

Let me think. It'll be tomorrow afternoon, and there's a christening at

What about tomorrow morning, your reverend?

It's such short notice. I've the gravediggers to consider.

Well, our David's a highly experienced gravedigger.

Oh, well, if you think you can organise everything else, I think 11 o 'clock's

available.

I'll telephone the organist.

Do come inside.

Oh, we'd be most grateful.

You're holy now.

If you won't let me take her to hospital, at least let me go and fetch

penicillin.

I can't risk that.

I promise I won't say anything to anyone.

If she doesn't get some treatment soon, she's going to get really sick.

She won't be able to move from here at all. Then what will you do?

I need her back on her feet by tomorrow.

Can you do that?

By tomorrow?

Never you mind. Can you do it?

Not unless I get her some penicillin.

Okay.

Put this back on.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to feed Peter.

I can see that.

What's he doing here?

Debbie Bellamy dropped him off. She'll be back soon.

This is a police station, not a kiddie's nursery.

She's only gone for a few minutes.

Oh, Rob radioed in that motorbike up in the woods. It's not the robbers. It's a

family of travellers.

Come on, love a bit.

But you don't try and force feed him.

I'm sorry, Sarge.

I'm a bit of an amateur at this. Let me have him.

Here. There we go.

Oh, let's have a look. Let's have a look. Come here.

You want some of this ice cream? No, no. You don't want... He doesn't want any.

There we go.

Oh, those tears. Come on.

What are you doing here? We're not open yet.

Oh, they want to make a book an Oscar.

It's a bit of an emergency.

We've a funeral and to be brought forward to tomorrow.

And the old that was booked can't do the new day.

Is Bernie coming back early then? No, me and our David's handling it.

You two?

Don't be silly.

Yeah, well, I'm helping to dig the grave.

Peggy reckons I'm a highly capable young man.

Yeah, highly capable of cocking things up.

Anyway, we thought we'd put a bit of business your way.

Whose funeral is it? Jack Wilson.

You know him. He's a big tubby man.

Well, he was.

They're a large family, them Wilsons.

In every sense.

Big eaters.

It'll be quite a do.

Business is business, Oscar.

I'll see you back there, yeah? OK.

No Dr. Trent?

No.

Let me have a look.

Evan?

Her car's not here, so she's probably on an emergency call. Why don't you come

back later?

You'll know your way from here.

As quick as you can.

Not a word to anyone.

Most of all, the police.

I'll be here when you get back.

You'll trust me to return, then?

I need her to be able to walk.

It's important to my plans.

But I can't carry passengers.

If you can't fix her up, she's no good to me.

And I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, tell the police. They'll rescue her. And you'll be able

patch her up anyway.

That won't work.

If you don't come back and get her walking, or if I get any sniff of the

I'll have no choice but to kill her.

She thinks you're in love with her.

If you don't come back, she's a goner.

And her death will be down to you.

Are you sure, Ralph?

Nothing at all?

Hold on, I think that's her.

Helen?

Where have you been?

What is it?

You see, left to you, Rosie, the Wilsons would have been disappointed.

But thanks to me and our David, they'll get their funeral tomorrow.

Everything's organised, is it? Yeah, just the pallbearers to sort out, and

got David dealing with that. And then he's going to dig the grave.

The vicar, the organist and the church are all booked, and the funeral tea's

sorted out.

We can't make it!

Sorry?

Pallbearers! There's only one available, and we're now four out of two of the

usual lot can't make it tomorrow.

We'll get somebody else, then.

I've phoned everyone on Mr Scripps' list and they can't come.

Oh, heaven, a woman's stupid.

He could be bluffing. No.

I honestly believe he'll kill her.

He's ruthless.

Then I won't let you go back.

If he's willing to shoot his own girlfriend, where does that leave you?

You think he might have something big planned for tomorrow?

It sounds like it, but I've no idea what.

I don't know where they're hiding, either. He blindfolded me.

You say his name's Rick. Any idea who the girl is?

She said her name was Lucy.

There's something familiar about her. I'm sure I've seen her face somewhere

before. Oh?

Recently, I think.

I can't put my finger on it.

Maybe in a newspaper or something?

I can't be sure.

Bob, I have to go. He threatened to kill her.

I'll call CID.

We'll make him when he meets you. No.

He's armed.

If he gets even one sniff of the police... Helen, I've got to report

have to keep the girl alive.

All right.

I won't make it official yet, but you're not going on your own?

Rob... Absolutely not.

Got everything you need?

Wait here.

Get on the bike.

Aren't we taking my car?

Now.

Do you know where I can get hold of two strapping lads?

Two? Spent half your life searching for one.

No, for ball bearing.

We're a couple of bearers short tomorrow.

Oh, why don't you ask Big Eddie over there? He might help you out. He does a

of jobs from time to time. Oh, I can't have a word with him.

Oh, Jack reckons he might finish the landscape today.

You'd better get off then. Just over here tonight.

Oh, aye. Well, Alf won't be taken in by a load of old squiggles, I'm telling you

that. Thank you. You're welcome. Very much.

Big Eddie's agreed to be a bearer tomorrow.

And he says he'll bring his brother along to make up the numbers.

Oh, good.

So that's that, then. I'll have another one of them to calibrate.

You should have alerted Sergeant Miller the moment the information came your

way. It was a delicate situation, sir.

Dr Trent was very reluctant to risk involving the police at all.

So now, thanks to you, both she and the girl are being held by a gunman.

And we haven't a clue as to where they are.

No, but I think I might have identified them, Sergeant.

Dr Trent thought that the girl Lucy looked familiar. She said she might have

appeared in the paper recently, so I checked with missing persons and the

library and dug this out.

Lucy Bellman, a city banker's daughter.

Bellman case?

Yes, turned out she wasn't really kidnapped. Her boyfriend put her up to

screw money out of her wealthy dad.

But he wouldn't pay up.

That's the one, sir.

Dr Trent's description of the pair that she's with exactly matches these two

from the kidnap case.

So having failed to get money out of her parents, they decided to go on a crime

spree. I think it must be them.

A derelict property, she said.

About half an hour's drive from here.

Well, that could give us an area of 20, 30 miles to search.

He didn't blindfold me on the way back.

My life's in danger. So is yours. Don't be silly.

Cut the chat.

I was telling her that I need to change her dressing.

Then get on with it.

I need more boiled water.

I need you to trust me, Lucy.

You're in love with him. It's preventing you from seeing what he really is.

What's that?

A ruthless criminal.

He doesn't care for you at all, Lucy.

It's not true.

He loves me. He'd drop you like that.

He told me with the job he has on, he couldn't carry passengers.

I'm not a passenger.

I set this whole job up. Lucy, he said if I didn't come back and put you on

feet again, he'd kill you.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Yes, there is.

She said you'd kill me.

Tell her that's a lie.

It's a filthy lie.

Now stop playing games and sort out her leg.

We'll resume at 30 in the morning.

I'll have more men drafted in from division.

Chin up, Dad. You'll find her.

You're right, you know, Rob.

It's getting too dark now.

There must be something I can do.

Well, if you want, I'll stay on and we can search together, eh?

No, thanks.

You get off home.

If she manages to phone anywhere, it'll be the police having her.

I'd best get back there.

I've done the best I can.

As long as she can walk.

How does it feel? Very sore.

But I'll be okay.

Yeah, that's the way, babe.

So still?

A couple of guys Rick knows.

Tomorrow's the big one.

If you've got any sense, you'll stop all this right now, Lucy.

Any problem?

Nah, we like clockwork.

He should have gone straight to Miller.

Maybe, but he blames himself for letting her go back.

They've looked everywhere.

Needles and eyes.

She's a sensible woman. I'm sure she'll be fine.

Keep it to yourself for the moment, Oscar.

Ready to do a bit of judging, Alf?

Oh, aye.

Right. OK, everyone.

As you know, Oscar here is a big admirer of the landscape paintings of John

Constable. Right.

That's hardly surprising, given he's an ex -copper.

Anyway, I hope you'll all agree, and Alf Ventress as judge agrees, that I've

painted a reasonable landscape.

Yes, well, it's not bad, I suppose.

Well, I think it's very good. I know that view well, and it's spot on. Taken

few liberties, though. I haven't. That tree there shouldn't be there. It should

be down here.

Nothing has changed.

And you put smoke coming out of the chimney of that cottage and no one's

in there for years.

Come on, Oscar, give us the money.

Yes, don't be picky. Pay the man.

What was it? A fiver?

Oh, I couldn't sleep.

Mrs Ventress was snoring.

And then it hit me. I think I know where Helen is.

Hold on.

The smoke coming out of the chimney.

The cottage is meant to be empty.

Come on.

No sign of his motorbike.

The smoke coming from the chimney.

I'm going in.

Well, they were here.

They must have moved on, taken Alan with them.

Wait, listen.

All right.

Well, we're extremely grateful for the information Dr Trent has given us and

relieved that she survived her ordeal.

Hear, hear.

It's been confirmed that the couple were involved in the phony Bellman kidnap

case. The man has been identified as Richard Connell O'Driscoll. Pass these

around, would you?

The last known address was Kilburn, North London.

We are still waiting for the details of the girl, Lucy Bellman, to be sent

through. Sergeant Miller will coordinate things here.

We believe their target is a large country house.

So I want us all out, checking on likely places across the area.

Let's go.

Oh, Younger, I want you to stay local.

I want you to watch the roads. You're looking for a van and a motorcycle

travelling together.

Right, Sergeant.

Doctor?

You've got his coffin on board. Well done, David.

My, what a commanding figure you strike in that suit.

Born to the profession, I should say.

He's standing poor there, isn't he?

That's not Big Eddie's brother.

Well, perhaps it's only his half -brother. Yes, I can see that. It's only

his size.

Well, we'll have to sort yours out a bit, can't we, Peg?

I mean, otherwise the coffin's going to be all wonky. I do know that, thank you

very much.

Now, hurry up, we're going to be late.

Come on.

You mentioned that Lucy had made some plans of the house she intended to rob.

Yes, that's right.

Then perhaps it was a house she was familiar with and she drew the plans

memory.

In which case, her parents might be able to help us identify it.

Yes.

Get on to the Met, would you? See if we can find a number for Mr and Mrs

Bellman. Right -o, Sarge.

My leg's still really hurting, Rick.

You sure you'll be able to find the safe once we get in there? I know it's on

the first floor.

I'm sure I'll remember when I see it.

The cars have arrived.

The wedding's in Cheshire.

They'll be gone the whole day.

Just leaving a couple of staff in there.

They won't be a problem.

Oh, you can't get dead. We have a timetable to keep up.

Put your foot down the bed.

Faster.

Come on. Help, Joe.

All right?

Help me, though.

Look, the three of you had better crouch down on the bed.

Into the church. Come on.

I'm rather pressed.

Not long till the pistol.

You all right, David?

Yeah, he's not right heavy for a tubby block.

Stop!

What? Sorry, Your Grace.

About turn.

Back to the earth, quick mark.

What's wrong, I beg?

You loaded up the wrong cup in your death, David. Even the jar coat with the

brass handle.

Not the light choke with silver handle.

Now you stay here.

David, I'll drive.

What in heaven's name are you doing? Just a slight technical issue.

We won't be long.

Oh, lovely.

Yes, thank you. This could be of great help to us.

And, of course, we will do everything we can to avoid any harm coming to your

daughter.

Yes, thank you.

Brassington House.

Owned by the Milton family, old friends of Bellman's.

Lucy will certainly know the layout.

It's about 15 miles out on the Scarborough Road. It's supposedly full

valuable antiques, paintings and silverware and the like.

Mr Bellman also said that there was a family wedding today.

They'll be away.

That has to be our target.

Right. Inform D .I. Shiner and put out a general alert.

Right.

Shall I come with you?

Do you not have patients to treat?

I don't want you at risk again.

The man is armed.

This is no place for a woman.

For goodness sake, don't be so patronising.

I'm a doctor and I know this pair.

I could be useful.

You load the antiques.

I need you to come upstairs with me. But Rick, my legs are still really hurting.

Never mind.

I'm in pain.

You can do without passengers.

I need you to find this thing.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

Target identified.

Grassington House on the Scarborough Road.

Delta Alpha 2 -4, on my way.

Right.

Where have you been? I'm sorry about that. All set now, Your Eminence.

Dignity, gentlemen.

Dignity.

Where are the other two? They must be in the house.

He's off.

He's off. Get off me.

Don't get touched.

Don't go in there.

There's no use of this school. You can't get away.

She's back, I said!

I said the gun was just for show. You're shooting at the police.

I'll shoot at anyone who gets in my way.

Let's get out of here.

If you love Lucy, let her go.

You, you cow.

I should have finished you off back at the cottage.

All right, don't be stupid. One more move, you're a dead man.

I'm going out the back.

Now, seriously.

Go and start the bike.

I don't think I can, Rick.

My leg.

Rick, we can't go on running forever.

Lucy, go and start the bike before I put a bullet in you, you stupid upper

-class bitch.

I can't do it, Rick.

Right. I'll review until you move.

She gets it.

There you are, Constable Walker.

Lucy's going to be OK.

Oh, thanks to you, Dr Trent.

Actually, it doesn't have to be Dr Trent anymore.

That's what I was going to tell you.

The divorce is through.

Really?

That's great.

I must say, that all went off rather well in the end.

Yes. Me and my nephew might set up in the trade on our own one day, mightn't

David? I think I'd rather let Mr Scripps take care of things, to be honest.

I'd like a word with you, madam, about speeding in a hearse. In a hearse?

Don't talk daft. I saw you, Mrs Armstrong, three times.

Well... We had a problem. I didn't want to disappoint the family.

I'm sure we all agree, Constable, that as far as speeding's concerned, it's

better to be late in this world than early in the next.

Quite. I'm sure Mrs Armstrong will keep that in mind in the future.

Of course I will, young man.

Have a potted meat sandwich.

Thank you.

Oh, you're smiling, Oscar.

So you like the painting?

Oh, do you? Yeah, I'm smiling because I've just sold it.

You too?

One of the relations is going back to Canada. He's bought it. He said it

him of Yorkshire. Just given me 20 quid for it.

It's a nice little profit.

Thanks, Jack.

In my experience, they're worse than useless, these country coppers. So

touching, though, Richard. Your faith in your fellow human beings.

I can't see how eavesdropping on police broadcasts are going to make anybody

sport you. That's because you aren't blessed with my imagination.