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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 saw her today.

I saw her face. It was a face I loved.

And I knew I had to run away.

And get down on my knees and pray that they'd go away and build a new kingdom.

Hi, Rosie. Hi, Jeff.

We're just coming over to talk to you. All right.

That way.

I still told her. She might be a junior, but I'm not to give it. She didn't like

it. She said she's going to report me. She's not got a good mind to pack it in

there. What do you think?

What?

I knew she'd go off in that.

How should I know?

Not much you don't. You've been that busy making eyes at her. You've not even

listened to a word of sex. I'm not going to be the only one who hasn't.

And what's that supposed to mean? It means put your brain into gear and give

your mouth a rest.

What's going on here?

She's doing it anyway, without feeling it.

Wild thing.

You made my heart sing.

You made...

Wild thing, I think I love you.

But I gotta know for sure.

Come on in. Hold me tight.

Oh, you move me.

Rob's arrived back from the scene of the hit and run.

Oh, right. I'll come in.

Morning.

What have you got for us?

No more than a new last night, Sergeant.

Any visible road markings?

No. Witnesses? None that have come forward. What about the girl?

The hospital says she can answer questions later this morning.

How is she?

Lucky, I'd say.

Cuts, bruises and a broken arm.

Are we keeping you awake, younger?

Sorry, Sergeant.

You played host to a drunk last night. If you could stay yourself sufficiently,

you can chuck him out.

Yes, Sergeant.

Also, two shop windows were smashed. You can deal with those as well. Right,

Sergeant. Also, last night, a car was stolen outside the Ashfordly dance hall

belonging to an Alan Seddon.

Roy Seddon's lad?

Roy Seddon, yes. Better known to us as Councillor Seddon of the Police

Committee. I want you to handle this soonest.

I was going to the hospital to see the girl who pulled off the scooter.

Better me. You can do that, will you?

Right, Sarge.

And take care with Seddon.

Our clear -up rate hasn't been too wonderful of late, so he might use this

theft as a chance to lean on us.

Kid gloves, eh?

All right, everyone, to it.

Oh, and, Younger, if our malodorous guest has left any mess in the cells,

know where to find them off and book it.

They're to pick up at the station in five minutes.

That train's always late. Yeah, and after that, you've got to run Mrs.

the hospital. Come on, shake her leg.

I'm going, I'm going.

Not without my shopping list, I hope.

Shopping? I thought I'd maybe come back here and chop in that wood.

Exactly. So shift, or you'll never get done.

Nice, Andrea.

PC Bellamy.

Ashfordly police.

How are you?

All right.

She's lucky to be alive.

Do you feel well enough to tell me what happened?

Just take your time, love.

I were riding scooter back from my night class in Ashfordly.

Just after Parker's Corner, there are some hilly bits. Do you know what I

Yeah.

I could see headlights coming towards me, but it weren't until last moment

I heard another car behind me.

All three of us came together at narrowest point in road.

A car on my side of the road swerved away from an oncoming car and hit me.

Where did you see the make?

From face down in a hedgerow.

I'd just heard it stop before starting off again.

It stopped?

For a second or two.

So whoever it was knew what happened?

Well, obviously.

I've called him everything from a dog to a duck. Now it's your turn, Constable.

Funny. I only bought a car two months ago for his birthday.

If I could just ask Alan a few questions, Mr Seddon.

Of course.

Fire away.

See how hard it is to get a word in?

Button it.

So you phoned this station about 5 to 11 last night?

No, he phoned me and I called the station.

Who else?

Sorry.

Tell me what happened, Alan.

I'd gone to the dance at the assembly rooms.

About what time was that?

About 8 .30ish. I left the car parked across the road.

With the keys in the dash, would you believe?

You left the car in Russell Street?

Yes.

With the keys in the ignition?

When did you discover it had gone?

When I left the dance with my mate, Paul Eyre.

Where's the car?

My car! The car's gone!

I just kept staring at the empty space.

Couldn't believe my eyes.

Between 8 .30 and 10 .45, you didn't go out and check on the car?

No. Nor on his keys.

Hiya, David.

Hello, Mr Turner.

How are you doing?

Um, not so bad.

There you go.

See you next time.

You don't sound too sure. What's up?

Oh, nothing really. Well, just this and that.

Ah, you see, that's the beauty of this job.

If I'm feeling down, all I need is a ladder.

Really? Oh, yeah. Once off the ground, I just leave all my troubles behind. You,

on the other hand, you sat stuck in that taxi.

Result?

Piles? No.

Depression. If you don't believe me, try it.

What? This.

My regular helps just left me last week and I'm short of an hand. How are you

fixed?

No, thanks, but I've already got enough work on as it is.

Anyway, I'm not so good with heights.

I'm talking shop windows, David, not skyscrapers.

Think about it.

I'll make it worth your while.

I was there, at the dance.

Oh, I didn't see.

Well, I was home by the time the car was reported stolen.

Besides, I asked Sergeant Miller if I could clock off early to make hospital

visit. Oh.

He went dancing instead.

Well, if you get there late, all the nice girls have been spoken for.

Well, you best say something before it comes out.

Yeah.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Where is it?

What colour?

Yes, madam.

We are interested.

Delta Alpha 240 Control, over.

Go ahead, Ralph.

Alf, it is Sedan's car, and it looks like it's been in a collision.

And the paint scratches definitely matched the colour of the girl's

I'd put money on it.

Is anybody watching the car now?

Jeff. But it seems the crime say they'll be there in the next hour.

Should we tell Alan Seddon that we found his car?

Yes, but don't tell him about the accident until you've had a chance to

him again about his movements last night.

Understood? Yes, Sergeant.

My dad's out.

What about your mum?

Upstairs. Would you like to give her a call?

She's in the bath.

What's this about, anyway?

We found your car.

You found it?

Great. Where?

Near the field.

Between Ashford Lee and Aidensfield.

Is that OK?

We think so, yes.

Can I go and get it?

Not until scenes of crime officers are finished with it.

Right. Yeah.

If they find fingerprints, then they may need to question some of your friends.

You think one of my mates stole it?

There's certainly a possibility, yes.

Well, most of them will have their fingerprints on it. All right.

Why's that?

Because I give them this all the time.

And some of them have driven it round my dad's yard at work.

Anyway, none of my mates would take it like that. Well, we like to look at all

the possibilities.

To impress my dad?

No.

It's because it's what we do.

When I came before, you said you were at the dance between half eight and 10

.45. Yeah.

You had no reason to leave in between those times.

I left when I left.

Like I said.

And can anyone confirm that?

I suppose so.

Well, like who?

Paul there?

Yeah, Paul and others.

Well, if they're a girlfriend, anyone special who can verify your movements.

What's all this got to do with my car?

We have reason to believe your Mini was involved in an accident last night.

What sort of accident? A young woman was injured.

Your car could be with scenes of crime for quite some time.

Hi.

Hey, do you want to make a start?

Sorry I'm late.

The surgery went on and on.

And I called in to see Sandra Proctor on the way back.

Oh, she'd been discharged.

That's good news.

Yeah, she's going to miss her secretarial exams, though. Oh.

Any luck finding the driver?

No, but we've got the car. It was stolen and abandoned in the field. A Mini

Cooper belonging to Roy Seddon's son.

Oh, the lad that drives through the village like a lunatic. That's the one.

And he claims it was stolen at the time of the accident. While he was at a dam.

It's convenient.

Come on. Nothing to say. Don't know. Nearly done.

Stop it.

You got anything to do with the heir family?

On Valley Road?

Yes, a little.

Do they remember him? They were a decent family?

Yeah, I think so.

Why do you ask?

Paul has a close friend, as Alan said.

He reckons Paul corroborates his story.

Who? Well, I reckon Seddon's the sort that could get his mates to say anything

he wants.

Oh, just the man.

Find the old service for me, will you, David?

I thought we were going to move these boxes.

Look, you can't get in the front door.

Right, keep your head on.

Soon as I get a spare moment, I'll see to it.

Where's my tea?

Into the bag, I hope.

Where have you been anyway, I've given you?

I've been working.

I've been pretty busy myself, Wilbur.

Where's the macaroon?

Well, they didn't have any.

I said, if they didn't have macaroons, you were to buy Gary Boldy's. Can't you

do the simplest thing?

Yes, I can, but I've got everything else to flippin' well do.

What?

I've got to pick me fares up, I'm running here, there and everywhere for

and I've got to do your shopping.

My shopping?

Don't you eat here?

Well, yeah, I only want to make it myself.

What? I'm fed up.

I only asked you to tune the wireless, David.

Yeah, well, from now on, you can tune in yourself, because I am resigning.

Resigning? Yes.

Well, from what?

You work for yourself.

Yeah, well, from now on, I'm going to be working for Mr Turner.

Topsy Turner?

Yeah, he's already asked me. You are going to give up running your own taxi

business to become a window cleaner's mate?

I've never heard the like.

Right.

If you think it's so great driving a taxi, have a go yourself.

Paul? Rob Walker.

Hello. I think the last time we spoke you were about that high. Aye, I

Your formative is okay to have a quick word.

Right. We're trying to find out who took Alan Seddon's car.

He says that you were with him when he found it was gone. Yeah.

About what time was that?

About quarter to eleven.

I understand he gave you a lift to the dance.

Yeah, me and his girlfriend.

From the time that you arrived to when he found the car missing, was Alan at

dance? Yeah.

You're certain about that?

Yeah, but it were a dance.

We weren't glued together like.

But you couldn't swear he was there all the time?

I suppose not.

What about his girlfriend?

Was she with him?

You'd have to ask her.

The Hayley Felton.

Is she his steady?

More or less.

Bit of money. Fast guy. Must be pretty popular with the girls.

Anyway, let's let you get on. Give my regards to your folk.

What's this, then?

Oh, just bring... Thank you, Mr Turner.

I'd like to take you up on your offer.

If you still want me.

Well, well.

Put it there.

Change of heart, eh?

Well, you'll not regret it, I'll tell you that, David. Winter cleaning's not

just a job, you know.

Oh, no, no, it's a vocation.

Bringing light into people's lives, I call it.

Let me look at your boots.

No, no, no, no, they're too smooth.

I'll get you some safety boots with a proper tread.

Meanwhile, you work the small ladder and I'll go upstairs.

You have the advantage over me, Mr Seddon. My officers haven't reported

yet. Well, I'm telling you. They came to interrogate him without his mother or

me being present.

I'm sure their main aim was to inform your son that the car had been

Rubbish. From the slant of their questions, it's obvious they thought

something to do with the accident of that girl.

Many others will be questioned over the incident.

A hit and run is a very serious matter.

All the more reason to use some nous.

Good morning.

Possibly. Why, what's up?

Roy Seddon's in with the boss.

I don't think he liked you pushing his lad on his arm.

Yes, sir.

Can I help?

My name's Proctor.

My daughter was injured in a hit -and -run accident.

Here, you found the car.

It's OK, Geoff.

I've done working on this case.

Mr Proctor.

That's Roy Seddon's lad, isn't it?

We're waiting for scenes of crime to report before we can be sure of any

details. We all know who it belongs to.

Yes. Well, the owner says his car was stolen the night of the accident.

Yeah.

Is that what he says?

Walker?

It's Mr Proctor, Sarge. Sandra Proctor's father.

The girl his son ran off the road.

Steady on, Mr Proctor. We've only just started the investigation.

I can already smell a cover of... I don't mind what I said if I were you. My

had nothing to do with the accident.

Oh, well.

Case closed.

Councillor Sveden has spoken. I appreciate your upset.

You can stop your sympathy.

Ever since you bought him that lethal weapon, that lad's been a menace.

Everyone knew it, and this lad did nothing.

This isn't helping.

You know what? His lad should be locked up for what he's done to my daughter.

I think you've said enough.

Tony, the truth is this.

Walk, uh, show Mr. Proctor to the interview room, would you?

No, you lot can cover this up all your life unless you lot sort this lad out.

I will. This way, please, sir.

Sorry about that.

Yes.

We'll be in touch.

Kid gloves, I said.

Sorry, Sarge, but when we called, his mum was upstairs in the bath. Then you

should have waited.

Has your witness been able to corroborate Seddon's story?

Paul was at the dance, but they weren't together all evening.

So he could have gone missing for half an hour. Yeah. Well, Seddon's girlfriend

might be able to fill in the gaps.

Well, when you've talked to her, report back. I don't want this to go cold. Same

applies to you, younger. Find out who was at that dance.

Somebody must have seen something.

Right.

Sergeant Miller?

Yes.

I'll get on with it.

Hello.

How was your day?

It was great.

What can I smell?

Fish supper.

I got it from Chippy's, especially.

Will it do you?

Oh, not half.

But fur and a pair of keys.

You're not having one.

Perhaps just a little drop as a nightcap.

Nightcap?

It's only half past six. I know, but I'm ready for bed.

I'm too tired to eat, I think.

If you can manage mine as well, just help yourself.

Right, then.

Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before Alan Seddon did some serious

harm. Isn't he supposed to be innocent until he's proven guilty?

Nothing innocent about that lad, believe me.

David, over here.

What can I get you?

Oh, a bitter, please, Mr Turner.

A pint of your best, Gina, love. OK.

Thank you.

You look a bit down again.

What's up?

Oh, it's something.

Peggy.

It would be.

She's trying to keep the taxi business running on her own, but I just don't

think she's up to it.

David, you're a good lad to keep thinking about other people, but

you've got to put yourself first.

She was dog -tired tonight.

And how are you?

I'm fine.

Exactly. A full day's work, and I bet you enjoyed it, didn't you? Like I said,

it's a sweet life on them ladders, eh? And it doesn't end there.

There's perks.

There you go.

So what's the latest, then?

Oh, forget it. He's like a clam.

You know I can't talk about ongoing inquiries, Oscar.

I've told him information is a matter of give and take.

Hi, Rosie.

You're waking late. Yeah, done now, though.

I'll have a heart, please, Gina.

You should have a word with Rosie. She was at the dance.

What was it?

Yeah, Rosie making inquiries about the hit -and -run involving Alan Sedner's

car. He claims...

It was nicked from outside the dance.

Is that right?

Did you see him at the dance? Yeah.

Too obnoxious to miss.

I mean, she's gawking at him. What should I know? You're not much, you

You've been that busy making eye contact. You don't even listen to a word

death. You must be the only one who hasn't.

And what's that supposed to mean? It means put your brain into gear, Hayley,

give your mouth a rest.

What was this row about?

The usual, I think. Another girl. Someone stood near the stage.

Would you recognise her if you saw her again?

I don't know. I'm too busy enjoying myself.

But Jeff might.

Jeff? Jeff Younger.

He was there.

Why didn't he tell you?

I saw nothing, Sergeant.

You saw nothing?

Nothing that might help.

Were you intoxicated?

No.

Weren't you supposed to be going to see your granny in hospital?

Well, she got better.

Unexpectedly.

Did you know anyone at the dance?

Only Rosie Cartwright, really.

Where were you when they discovered the car was missing?

Well, I must have been on my way home.

Are you sure about that? Because judging by your powers of observation, you

could have been sat on the bonnet.

I'm sorry, Sergeant. I've been racking my brains, but nothing of note happened.

To a born copper, Younger, something is always happening.

I did hear a fellow throwing up in the gents.

Really? They were foreign.

French, I think.

How very interesting.

Well, he did ask.

Alan said and called for you in his mini to take you to the dance.

Yeah. What time did you arrive?

About half eight, and we made a detour to pick up Paulette.

And you and Alan were together all the time?

How do you mean?

Well, it's a simple question, Hayley.

A witness claims you and Alan had a row, and you stormed off.

Right, so it's obviously no secret.

What was it about?

I think that's my business.

This is a serious matter, Hayley. We need to know what happened that evening.

So you can't be sure that Alan didn't leave the dance at some time during the

evening. I saw him at the beginning and at the end, but I didn't see him for

about an hour in between.

Then you've no idea where he was?

No.

Oh, hello, Mr Scripps. Is Rosie about?

Rosemary, he's the younger for you.

Five minutes.

Thank you.

Hiya, what's up?

I'm just collecting information about the dance the other night.

What sort of information?

Well, names, incidents, anything that might help us find out who Nick Tallent

said in his car.

Now, you told Rob he had a row with his girlfriend.

Yeah, he ran up another girl. He was stood right there, didn't you see?

No.

No, I must... I must have been looking somewhere else.

Do you know her name?

Denise somebody.

Denise. And did you see her and Seven together?

No, they had a dance, I think.

But to tell you the truth, I was too busy enjoying myself, and by the sounds

it, so were you two.

Yes, yes, I was, yeah.

You said you didn't leave the dance.

That's what I said.

We have a statement from a person close to you who said that you went missing

for up to an hour.

Hayley Felton?

I finished with her. That's why she said that.

Can you account for your movements around that time and who you were with?

I think Alan had better come down to the station and perhaps you'd like to

contact a solicitor.

David, you've missed a wind around the back.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Is he getting in them corners?

Oh, I'm making sure of that.

He seems to be enjoying himself.

Oh, early days. Wait till the novelty wears off.

So you're managing to keep the taxi running? Well, for the present.

I only hope I haven't expired before he sees sense.

Auntie? Oh, somebody's eating healthy.

Oh, yeah, I got these from the greengrocers.

They're on the house on account of how we do his windows.

It's what Mr Turner calls a perk.

Perk? Yeah. I told him the only thing he's getting off me is that water.

Come on, David.

I'll show you what I'm talking about.

OK.

Oh, hello.

Sorry.

Can I help you, miss?

Is Alan Seddon here?

And why would you want to know?

I've heard he's in trouble.

And you are?

Denise Bailey.

If I said what happened, can it stay private?

How did you know Alan was here?

You phoned me just before you brought him in.

Why did you do that?

He knew I'd get to know and wanted me to keep away.

He's scared my boyfriend will find out about me and Alan at the dance.

Your boyfriend?

The guitarist in the band.

I see.

But as we understood it, you and Alan went missing halfway through the

Did he take you for a spin in the mini?

No. No?

Isn't that how he impresses the young girls?

I don't know.

But you did leave the dance.

Only as far as the back staircase.

This way.

She could be covering for him.

True, but I believed her.

Hmm.

What about the boyfriend?

Could he have stolen the car out of revenge?

Not if he was on stage at the critical time.

Check it out.

Right. And go and see Alan Seddon, tell him that she's been, and tell him to

stop wasting our time.

Let him go?

Yeah.

Back to square one.

Any progress?

Possibly. Of course. It won't be any good for you, no room.

You take things too much to heart, Dad.

The youngest one in the duty room always gets the mucky end of the mop.

It's a tradition.

It's not just that, Alf.

Truth is, I'm not sure I'm up to the job.

Ah, we've all thought the same, Jeff.

And none of us ever really know until we get right up against it.

But from what I see, you'll do well enough.

Do you really think so?

Yes, I do.

Oh, Sarge, Mr Proctor phoned to see if we'd charged Seven.

You'd better let him know the latest.

Something to report, Younger?

Yes, Sergeant.

A bit of a breakthrough on the girl Seven was chatting up at the dance.

Oh? Yeah, her name's Denise.

As soon as I've got her surname, you'll be informed.

I think I might be able to help you out there, Jeff.

You should really be in bed.

Oh, no.

I'm best down here for now.

What's happened?

Your aunt laid up with a bad back, David.

How did that happen?

I picked up a fare at the station and she had more cases than Jar Jar Gabba

always had husbands.

And now I can't move a muscle.

But you've got someone to help you.

Oh, no.

No, not now. I'm on my own.

Well, for now, all I can recommend is bed rest and paracetamol. If it's not

better at the weekend, give me a room.

Thank you, Doctor.

Yeah, go on.

I'm sorry about this, David.

Oh, it can't be helped.

I'm going to have to have a word with Mr Turner, though.

Oh, now, don't you go on doing anything earthy.

I can't carry on if you can't move.

Oh, it is a problem. I agree.

Anyway,

how was your day?

Awful.

Something stuck on me shammy.

How do you mean?

Well, it was grease or something. I smeared it all over the pub windows and

to wash them over and over again.

Oh, dear.

Yeah, I'm done in now.

Still, I'd better get us some tea, aren't I? Oh, no, no, don't go to any

for me.

There's a pie in the larder. That'll do fine.

What about my car?

Still with scenes of crime officers.

So how do I go?

Well, you could always take the bus.

You recognise him now?

Yeah.

Pierre?

Are you alright?

Pierre?

Charcoal. It's a miracle we haven't all gone up in flames.

I'm really sorry.

I must have fallen asleep.

Hang on, you're on your feet.

So I am.

Hello again, Mr Proctor. You might remember me, PC Bellamy, and this is PC

Younger.

What do you want?

We're investigating an assault.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, the victim was Alan Seddon.

And you remember what you threatened at the station?

What of it?

Well, could you tell me where you were at 6 .30 this evening?

Yeah.

I was at the British Legion, playing snooker, with Oscar Blaketon.

Mr Proctor has a cast -iron alibi.

Then he paid someone else to do it.

We're excluding nothing.

But perhaps Alan can think of someone else who might bear him a grudge.

No?

You'd better up it.

Yeah.

Thanks for looking in on him.

See you.

Excuse me, Sarge.

Paul?

Who beat him up?

Denise Bailey's boyfriend?

Look, Alan doesn't want any more trouble.

Do you do everything he asks?

Denise, did you keep it quiet about her and Alan? We didn't tell anyone.

So who did?

Hayley?

I've got to go.

Did Alan ever let Hayley drive his Mini?

Yeah. Off -road. Why?

Just wondered.

Thanks.

Was it you who told Denise's boyfriend about her and Alan?

You knew what he'd do to Alan. So?

It's over between you two then.

Well, I reckon you're better off without him.

And what would you know?

Alan, Paul, me and Lynn have been getting on great for months.

Who's Lynn?

Well, that's Paul's girlfriend.

If she'd have been there, none of this would have happened.

Why is that?

Because Alan listens to her.

Lynn patches up all our hours.

But she wasn't there?

No. She had to swap for an exam.

When the row got out of hand, I asked Paul to phone and see if she'd come down

for the dance.

And did he?

Yeah. And he said she'd come.

She never turned up.

He told us that Alan went missing from the dance for about an hour. Did that

mean you were there all night?

Yeah. Why?

Just want to be clear.

What did Amy Felton have to say?

Plenty. She made Denise Bailey's boyfriend thump seven.

Woman scorned, Jeff.

Listen and learn.

I have, and I've been thinking about this French fella I told you about.

well, forget about foreigners. We think Hayley Felton took the car. No, no, you

think she took the car. Oh, come on. She was livid with Seddon for going off

with another girl. She needed a shoulder to cry on. She turned to her best

friend, Lynn, Paul Eyre's girlfriend.

Where was she?

At home.

Paul phoned on Hayley's behalf, and Lynn agreed to join them at the dance.

Oh, right.

Well, you have to ask yourself.

How did she get there?

Bus? Too infrequent.

Taxi? Too expensive, surely.

Well, a lift, then.

Exactly. And while Thedden was off snogging, Hayley took his car and went

fetch Lynn.

Only to knock Sandra Proctor off a lambaretta.

Yes? It's possible.

Oh, come on. She was out of her mind with jealousy.

I was just saying about this bloke called Pierre. Look, could any of the

that you spoke to confirm that Hayley Felton never left the dance that night?

I don't know, I didn't ask, but I could just face on it.

Well, go on, then.

It was when I was in the Gents.

Yes, some bloke was puking, you've told us.

Give him a chance.

Alan Seven came in and he knocked on the cubicle door and he said, Pierre, are

you all right?

Now, I didn't think much about it at the time, but it's just suddenly hit me.

Stand back.

Pierre, that's not his name.

It's his nickname.

Nickname for who?

Paul Eyre.

P. Eyre.

You get it?

You little beauty, Jeff. You might have just cracked it.

Well, how?

Because Paul Eyre had some dodgy dinner.

No, not because he had a dodgy dinner, Phil. Because, well, he was sick with

worry. I'd best go and see him.

Well, shouldn't you have a word with his girlfriend first?

I thought Jeff could do that.

Oh, good idea.

Right. Call me as soon as you've got her version of events, yeah?

We'll get on with it.

I've come to apologise, David.

If at times I haven't shown you enough appreciation, I am truly sorry.

There, I've said it.

Right.

Better get on, eh?

For pity's sake, do you want me on my knees?

Well, I've made my decision, Aunt Peg, and can you just leave us alone?

Talk to your girlfriend, Lynn.

She confirmed you phoned her the night of the dance.

I'm always phoning her.

But it was more for Hayley Felton's sake, wasn't it?

You told Lynn that you'd organised a lift to the dance floor.

Can't remember.

She got changed, she waited, but nobody turned up.

She said she was expecting Alan. Did he go to pick her up?

No. Then who did?

Trust me, Paul.

It's better if it comes from you.

Alan?

What?

Can we go and fetch Lynn?

I thought she couldn't come.

Change of mind.

Listen, mate, I'm busy.

You should go and get her otherwise.

This can't wait, you know.

Yeah, take these.

Pulled up about 50 yards down the road.

Panicked and I drove off.

Left car in a field and ran back to dance.

Pierre?

Are you alright?

Pierre?

Come on.

I'll call my dad.

Tell him the car's been stolen.

Where's the car?

My car! The car's gone!

You want to get your things?

Are you still here?

Help. What?

Help.

You want help?

Don't start it out.

I'm stuck.

What do you mean?

I've just gone all dizzy and I can't move.

Oh, flipping heck.

I'll call the brigade.

I don't want everybody finding out.

Oh, all right.

It's all right. You hold on.

I'm coming.

All right, little bit.

I'm going to put this foot on the next rung. I won't let you fall. That's it.

Here again, Mrs Armstrong.

Just passing.

Not holding him up, I hope.

No, Mrs Turner, she's not.

Well, why are you still here, David?

It's only windows we're cleaning, you know. We're not doing brickwork as well.

Mrs Turner, I can't work for you anymore.

What? I don't understand.

I can't explain it.

I just can't.

Is this your doing?

Not me.

He decided all by himself.

For personal reasons.

I'm sorry to hear it, David.

Yeah.

I'm sorry and all.

It's just that I think it's best that I stick to what I know.

And those who I know best.

What charges are we looking at, Sergeant?

Paul Eyre will be charged with driving without a licence and insurance and

failing to stop after an accident.

Your son was aiding and abetting him.

But that small beer alongside their attempt to pervert the course of justice

claiming that the car had been stolen.

However, they're both young and I've no doubt that will be taken into

consideration.

Can I see Alan now?

Constable Walker will take you to the interview room.

Oh, Mr Seddon, one more thing.

You can rest assured that your son's assailant will be charged.

Younger, Walker tells me that your alertness helped wrap this case up.

Oh, well, it was nothing, really.

Oh, well, never mind.

Or so it seemed, until I realised its importance.

Right, then.

Good work. Well done.

Keep it up.

Yes, I do.

Oh, and Younger, remember, it's still two sugars in my tea.

Yes, Sergeant.

It's all very quiet.

Just a drunk in the cell. Certainly not from last night.

What's going on, Debbie?

Your dead husband is standing outside.

It wasn't an accident.

It's called cause and effect.

Prison van and escort coming through our patch today.

You got me on the wrong day, pal.

Shoot me!