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Heartbeats, why do you miss when my favorite kiss is made?

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

How about Wednesday?

No, I can't do Wednesday.

How about Friday?

Not sure.

You could sound a little keener, Nigel.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Friday might be OK.

I'll make it worth your while.

Bernie says no cash, no petrol. Yeah, but we are on account, customers.

He's put a block on it, on account of you never settling up.

Where is it?

Hiding, under a car.

What's the idea, Bernie?

Go away, I'm in a meeting.

You can't go away, we haven't got any petrol.

Same old story, ain't it?

Oh, go on, give them half a tank.

You said I wasn't to let you. Half a tank. Otherwise they'll stay here all

arguing. We're busy even if they're not.

Exactly. All we need is one good payday and then we'll be off to settle up.

Hey, Colonel Hudson's looking for removal transport if you're interested.

Well, to do what?

We're having the big auction this week. We need extra help moving stuff from the

district into the sale room.

Hey, well, lifting and shifting, that sounds right up our street, that. I

they'd pay well.

We'll bring his car in for a service later.

I could have a word if you want. No, just you squirt some juice in the

and we'll find him ourselves.

Ashford Lake Police Station.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Rob, you still on till tonight?

Oh, yeah. I wanted a word with you about that. Oh, I see. Yeah, sure.

What's up?

I suppose you can find someone to take my place.

You're joking, aren't you? This has been fixed for days. You and Gina said I was

just making up numbers anyway.

Exactly. A foursome.

No pressure, you said.

And, look, besides, I've got a whole heap of book work to get through.

Don't tell me. Your sergeant's exam. The all -purpose excuse for the stay -at

-home copper.

It's time you opened the shutters, mate. Yeah, well... One evening. Good food,

good company.

Won't kill you. You put seven, all right? Er, Sarge, the headteacher from

Daleside Primary just called.

The lollipop lady has just got a stomach book.

Can we provide cover?

Do the honours, would you, Younger?

Isn't that more Rob's pouch, Sergeant?

What's the matter? Afraid your crowd control isn't up to coping with tiny

tearaways? No, it's just... Give me the boy and I'll show you the man, Younger.

This isn't a chore.

It's your chance to influence impressionable young minds.

I'll give you a lift and you can make a start.

You do it here, Doctor.

I'd like a lift.

All right, but I have to call up the garage on the way.

If you're in a rush, the bus might be quicker.

I'll wait.

I'm sorry, a list.

Needless to say, we're expected to take great care of things in transit.

Oh, I have no fear, Colonel, sir.

We will be conscientiousness itself.

Well, we had to, please.

Hey, your fiancé's coming at the weekend.

You're very well informed.

You'll be announcing the big day, then?

Well, you never know.

Is there a problem at the school?

Nothing unusual. I'm in and out all the time.

I'll go before they let me.

Cheerio. Have a good weekend.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong?

Is it about the school?

Everyone feels nervous starting a new school.

I did. Your stepbrother did.

Guy hated it. Isn't that what he said?

Dad, you know he hated it. Guy exaggerates. I don't want to go away.

I want to go to the local school.

Your mother and I want you to have the best chance possible.

Is that why she wants to send me away?

Of course.

Now cheer up.

Steady, lads, drop.

Come on, don't you want to go home?

What's up, coach?

Those lads want to fight me.

All of them?

I see.

You know, I used to be bullied when I was at school.

It's not very nice, is it?

Anyway, what do you want to be when you grow up?

A policeman.

Do you?

Hmm.

See what you'd look like, then.

I should go up home before he butts you.

Do all cars have the same sort of steering? Yeah.

At least most of the ones we've seen here.

Sports cars as well?

Yeah.

You interested in motor?

Guy, my stepbrother, says knowing how to keep a vehicle running is a key

survival skill.

You're probably right.

He's in the army.

I gathered.

Think that's fixed it, Mr Hudson?

What are you doing, Ed? Where's the party?

No party. We're going for a meal. Me, Phil, Rob and Paula.

You know Paula White, me hairdresser? Oh, yeah, of course.

It's about time Rob got out and about.

Yeah, well, that's what we thought.

There you go.

Have a good time.

We will.

Get in. Watch your head. You know the routine.

The meat is in splendid form.

It is. Looking very fit.

You're a lucky man, Gerald.

No question.

Well, watch out for our friend Nigel, the speedy Gonzales of the North Riding.

Yes, well.

Any more thoughts about our big auction?

Oh, you know me more a buyer than a seller, but yes, I did think of making a

of room.

And when you've decided, give me a call, and I'll add you to the list for

collection.

What did your dad say?

Over my dead body.

But I married him anyway, actually.

And did Dad know it?

No. He swore like a trooper and then he's dumped up for a wonderful wedding.

Yeah, and within a year, my beloved had racked up a man's and a death.

Taking all the money out of my business and skedaddling.

Young and frilly, I was then.

Joined the gang.

Now your story.

No, no.

I'm a good listener.

I'm sure you are, but why spoil a good evening?

Yeah.

Here, for that and so many more.

Cheers. Cheers.

Well,

excuse me, I'm going to nick the ladies.

Me too.

So, are you glad you came?

Sure.

I think it's good company.

Your type.

I spent one evening with her. How would I know?

You want to find some more?

Give it a rest.

Gina will ask for it if you want, you know. She'll have a word with her.

You need to lighten up a bit, I think, Rob.

Bye, Nigel. Take care.

Good evening.

Had a really good night tonight?

I wish that were true.

Sorry. I didn't mean to put a damper on things.

When you walked into the restaurant, you looked like the condemned man.

No offence intended.

No, none taken.

Besides, I really did have a good time.

Oh, good.

And the condemned man survived.

True. Gina and Phil meant well, you know. Yeah, I know.

Everyone should have friends like them.

Agreed. Look, a big part of me did want to enjoy this evening.

Not just for their sake, but for Helen's as well.

But it just didn't feel right.

Well, there's nothing unusual in that.

You're not over her.

I don't think I want to be over her. I know one thing, you should.

But you have to learn to live with the love.

How come you know everything?

Oh, it's the job.

When customers come into the salon, they expect their crimper to hear their

confessions and act as their agony aunt.

How much do you charge?

Not enough.

Hey, but when you're ready, look in.

Short back insides might become a speciality of mine.

Night, Paula.

Night.

Oh, thanks for the lift.

And thanks.

Take care.

Isn't that what's best for you, Duncan?

Best for you, more like. You just want me out of the way. What?

I know you're feeling nervous. Why can't I stay here? Duncan, it's a very fine

school. I don't care. I don't want to go.

Can't have a walk in it, dear Gerald.

Go to your room, Duncan.

I'm making inquiries about Mr Nigel Parker.

Why? I believe he's a friend of the family's. Yeah.

Mr Parker was injured in a car accident last night.

How about injured?

Well, the hospital said it's touching go to whether he'll pull through.

I'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news.

You know, I quite like this.

Now, there's a surprise.

You've wanted everything we've collected so far.

Yeah, I like old things.

Let me tell you something, David.

There's stuff in our attic that's equal to anything on the back of this lorry.

We're extremely upset.

I'm sure you are, too.

I've got to go into work.

But your mother's going to the hospital to see Nigel.

Perhaps your own problems could take a back seat for the time being.

And so the night went well?

I think so, yeah.

Rob was a bit heavy going at first, but he soon warmed up with a drink inside

him. And her?

Smart lady.

You fix him up, then?

Fix him up?

Jeff, we were four mature adults enjoying fine food and conversation.

Fix him up?

Is he caught in again?

How are we doing? Our last night's out here.

Traffic did the necessary at the theme park.

We've got two witnesses who say that they saw Bates staggering home across

road. Well, exactly. Did it happen?

Er, yeah. At the crossroads here, a tyre track syndicate left the road and went

slap -bang into a tree, not wearing a seatbelt.

Will you stop doing that?

Er, Parker, he went to a drinks party at Colonel Hudson's, and Rob's gone over

there this morning.

That's not for the devil.

So, what are we looking at?

Two drunks ill met by moonlight. Not sure. Mr Hudson's been tight -lipped

how much Mr Parker had consumed.

What does the doctor have to say?

His condition's critical.

So I suppose the sample's out of the question.

You guessed it.

Some redness, but no foreign bodies.

Conjunctivitis, maybe.

Or too many hours in a smoky pub.

Yeah, might do it.

I'll find you some eye drops. Thanks, Carol.

Oh.

What are you doing?

Oh, looking a few things out.

Aye, well, they're worth a bob of two. Yeah, exactly what I thought.

Where are you going to put them?

In the auction, of course.

Oh, you can't. David, I haven't had them out of the box in years.

These are family heirlooms. They should be handed down. In a perfect world,

maybe.

But we need the money.

Auntie, you can't. David, I've decided.

I suppose if you're going to sell those, maybe I should sell something of mine.

That's entirely up to you.

And my football boots.

You don't play football.

No, the ones that Stanley Matthews wore.

The ones that you gave me, you know, with his autograph attached on a bit of

card. I gave you them when you were still in short trousers. You thought the

world of them.

Well, I still do.

But if we need the money, you know, that could get us out of a hole in one go.

No, David.

Absolutely not.

What are you up to, anyway?

Shopping. Trying to avoid a last -minute rush before Frank gets here.

Looks like he'll be based on shore after his current tour duty.

Well, that's what you'd hope for, isn't it?

Hmm. Navy wife, eh?

Yeah.

By the way, I feel like I'm going back to square one.

Why's that, then?

I think it's got something to do with me growing up in a children's home.

Had to live the way other people decided.

Staying at Asperger General during my training.

Doing the job the era.

It's been my first real taste of independence.

And I've loved every minute.

Excuse me.

Yeah? Is this the way to the old quarry? Yeah, just go down to the bottom of the

hill and your fork left.

Oh, thank you.

Go on, then.

Mrs Thompson, come in.

I've just come back from the hospital.

Ah, how's Mr Parker?

Oh, very poorly. And if that wasn't enough, I got home to find Duncan had

missing. Missing? I left him without a cleaner.

When she went to look for him, he wasn't there.

Well, how long's it been since either of you two saw him? Almost three hours.

That's not really a long time for a boy of his age to go out for a jaunt.

Believe me, Constable, I know my son. It's not like him.

So, Justin, for the fact that Easter was late last year, the improvement's

better still.

Hmm. I've drawn a graph.

Oh.

Graphs, is it?

You're not just a pretty person.

Sarge? Yes?

That was Rob.

Colonel Hudson's wife has just reported their son having gone missing after a

family row.

How old is he?

Cracking up to 60 and she's nearly half his age.

The son.

How old is the son?

Just gone 13.

How long has he been missing?

About three hours now.

Three hours? He could be that long waiting for a bus in these parts.

Well, Mrs Hudson's very distressed.

What with their friend getting injured in a car crash, well, it's not a good

for the Hudsons.

True. Well, it won't do anyhow if you join Walker and knock on a few doors.

Right, guys.

Don't ask, cos she hasn't called.

Who? Paula. So I might as well get you up urgently then. Well, you were there,

weren't you?

I mean later, when I'd gone.

Keep it a rest, Gina.

Why, didn't you like her? Yeah, she was nice.

Nice? All right, really nice.

Now, can I do what I came here for?

What do you want?

Well, you know Duncan Hudson, the Colonel's lad?

Yeah, I saw him earlier.

Where? Outside here. His doctor asked me the way to the old quarry. Why?

He's gone missing from home. His mum's worried sick.

Well, why didn't you ask straight away then?

Ah, maybe your mate will spill the beans.

Stay there. I'm coming.

Right.

Why would he come round here?

Skimming, perhaps.

Fishing.

Look.

You think it's his?

It must be.

His mum said he could swim.

Is it his bike?

Yes.

If you don't mind me saying, you don't seem too agitated about the situation.

Not unduly. Now I can see what he's taken.

Torch, compass, map, weatherproofs, rations.

We've probably got Guy, his stepbrother, to thank for this.

Guy sometimes takes Duncan onto the moors on mock manoeuvres.

Guy's in the army? Based at Catterick.

So Duncan might have learnt a few survival skills.

Hopefully, yes.

Even so, a boy of his age could easily overreach himself, especially if the

weather changes.

True. And then there's the question of why did he leave his bike at the quarry?

That is puzzling.

I'm only pleased he's got the dog with him.

Damn good friend to have in an emergency.

A bicycle abandoned by a stretch of water conjures up unpleasant

How are the parents reacting?

She's in a state. He seems to think the lad knows what he's doing.

I'm not so sure. Over. Has the boy got any money? Over.

Nothing much.

I gather they keep him pretty strapped. Over.

Get a photograph and keep me frosted. Over.

Right, Sarge. Out.

Rob.

Look who's here.

Why would he ask Gina for directions?

He'd be a lad in the district. He knows the way to the old quarry.

Well, he might not.

He didn't spend much time around here, did he?

No, don't go for that.

I think he was laying a false trail.

All right. Well, what about the abandoned bike, then? It's part of the

What is wrong with you? You've been scratching ever since we got here.

He's driving me nuts with his shampoo.

I have to change it. Have I got dandruff?

What? I didn't think so. What? Are you sure?

That's not dandruff, mate. You've got nits.

David?

David?

Stanley

Matthews.

Old boots.

I see that from the card.

To David from Stanley Matthews.

Keep dribbling.

I'd like them valued.

Yep. Nick.

I spotted Rob.

I'm crying.

How? Easy.

We've been in close contact with any children recently.

But I know of no... But I know someone who has.

And I don't know where to scratch.

Come here, baby.

Scratch my back. School's going through quite a lively bout of infestation at

the moment.

Trust them to join in.

Uh -uh. Innocence or proven guilty, Phil. Come on, it's Jeff, all right.

you noticed he's been scratching for Britain?

How do I get rid?

I'll bring you down some DDT shampoo and a nitcomb.

Oh.

Don't say anything to Gina, will you? No, but you better had if you intend to

see her.

I'll just stay away.

You what?

Well, it's not nice, is it? So much for your new rock -solid relationship.

It's all about buying it. Not a word.

Go on. You better warn the others at the station. I'll follow you down there.

All right.

Come on.

Now you.

Any word from Duncan?

Well, I'm afraid our valuer...

has cast some doubt on the provenance of these boots.

What's that, then?

He doesn't think they're genuine.

Not genuine?

Only his opinion, of course.

What? Oh, he's wrong.

Why would Stanley Matthews write on the card if they weren't his boots?

He doesn't think the great man signed the card, either.

Peggy got me those boots. She knows they're Stanley Matthews. Perhaps she

mistaken.

I must say I had my own doubts. I was fairly sure the Wizard of Dribble never

wore size 11s.

So when does Frank arrive?

He docks today, here tomorrow.

Bet you've been making up for lost time, eh?

I expect so.

Who's going to cover for you?

I didn't ask for any cover.

You're joking.

You've waited months to see Frank.

My patients expect to see me, Rob. Not standing.

But they'll soon have to get used to someone else anyway.

I suppose so.

Are you clear?

Thanks.

Are you OK about this weekend?

I thought you and Frank were set to name the day something happened.

Nothing sudden.

Ah, what does that mean?

It already dawned on me.

I don't think it's what I want.

Big day nerves?

No, it's not just that.

Sorry. Didn't mean to pry.

What's there really to pry before, eh?

Did Phil say you were looking for a boy?

Yeah, yeah. Duncan Hudson.

We know that he asked Gina for directions to the quarry. Yeah, I was

We found his bike abandoned there.

Nobody's seen him ever since.

Well, I saw him again later at the bus stop.

You sure?

A 13 -year -old, blonde hair, with a rucksack? And dog.

Well, that's what caught my eye. When the bus arrived, he threw a chocolate or

something to distract the dog while he got on the bus.

Bernie?

Bernie, have you seen David?

No, why?

Well... I think I'm in a spot of trouble.

Any chance of keeping it to yourself?

No, I did that years ago.

And now I'm afraid the cat's coming out of the bag.

Judging from the time that Nurse Cassidy saw him, the bus that he most likely

caught was the number 7 to Malton.

Malton? What's at Malton?

Well, perhaps he only had enough money to go that far.

Anyway, it's a sighting for which I am mightily relieved.

The prospect of dredging that quarry was giving me the willies. Well, if it was

the Malton bus that he took, the crew most likely would have turned it round

we'd be back at the depot. If you like, I'll drop into the canteen and see.

Fine.

Did Walker say anything else?

Er, no.

Oh, er, yes.

He said, steer clear of Jeff Younger.

Place for you, really.

It's fine.

Thank you.

Dr. Miller?

Now you're doing a chicken breast.

It's not my fault.

I'm in contact with a younger generation, he said.

Ah, it's looking good, baby.

I trust this can be kept personal and extremely confidential.

Any joy?

Yes. The conductor on the Malton bus remembers him.

He said he only had enough fare to get to Lockton.

Lockton.

That's where he got off, is it?

Yes. They were a bit worried about dropping him in the middle of nowhere,

said that someone was going to pick him up. Was there anyone there to meet him?

The conductor said not.

Where is everyone?

Oh, through there. It's your turn next.

There's been a new sighting. Where?

Duncan was seen getting onto a bus to Malton. The conductor remembers him

getting off at Lockton.

Now, we've been out there to check the lay of the land, but I'm afraid there's

nothing more we can do till daybreak tomorrow morning.

And then what?

I've asked the Division for dollars and extra men.

I hope the locals will volunteer to come forward too. Well, my state workers

will be at your disposal. Thank you.

It would be of great help if we could focus on the search.

You say he had a map?

Yes.

Guy once took Duncan on a route that would lead them to Catterick. A fanciful

notion, but they mapped it out and made a start.

You think he may have taken it into his head to do that?

To reach his brother.

He'd have to be pretty desperate to try it.

Hello, David.

Where have you been?

Well, I've got some chops in the oven.

Do you want chips with them? No, I don't want anything.

I feel a bit sick.

Hey, lad, what is it?

Oh, Stanley Matthews' boots.

I took them to be valued at the auctioneers.

David, I told you not to do any such thing. Yeah, now I know why.

Because they never were his, were they?

Who told you that?

The valuer.

He said Sally Matthews was the right little bloke. He could have got two of

feet in one of those boots. And what does he know? Nothing.

And he said he never signed on that card. Never signed a card. Oh, don't lie

me again. You know he didn't.

For years, I believed in those boots.

They were the first thing I looked at every morning and the last thing at

David, look. No, I'm going out. Don't wait up.

Cheer up. Might never happen.

It already has.

Where's your Auntie Peggy?

I don't know. I don't care.

Oh, dear.

Mrs Business about the football boots.

You know, she tried ever so hard to get you Stan Matthews' autograph.

Cued for hours outside the ground.

Wrote letters, made phone calls.

Why didn't she just say?

She didn't want to let you down.

Sometimes people tell little white lies so as not to disappoint someone or hurt

their feelings.

Yeah, well, it wasn't a little one, was it?

This was a whopping great size 11 lie.

Yeah, well, well... When you've had time to think about it, you might realise

all she wanted to do was make you happy, and you shouldn't punish her for trying

to do that.

Hi, Rob.

A pint, please, Gina.

I was expecting to see Phil.

He decided to overnight him. Oh, yeah. Washing his hair, is he?

Yeah, probably.

Plus, we've got an early start looking for Duncan Hudson.

Poor thing.

People say he's a sensible lad.

Makes you wonder what could have got into him.

I finally made contact with Guy last night. He remembers taking Duncan on a

route due west of here, skirting Ministry of Defence land.

We're assuming he'll follow the same route. He took the map they used.

There's nothing else to go on.

Let's make a start.

There's some kind of way out of here.

Said a joker to the theme.

There's too much confusion.

I can't get no relief.

Businessmen there drink my wine.

Plowmen dig my earth.

None will level on the mine.

Morning, David.

Oh, morning.

Well, I've boiled it.

Oh, very nice. Yes, thank you.

That's hot. Sit down.

Did you go up early?

Yeah, we've still got all that stuff to move for the auction, haven't we?

True.

David. Would you like that some toast?

No, no, no, this is just fine.

David, about them boots.

Oh, don't you worry about that.

That's all been cleared up now.

Oh. Yeah, that valuer just didn't know what he was talking about.

See, apparently, Stanley Matthews was given those boots when he was just

starting out. They didn't have much money.

Oh. So because they were the wrong size, he stuffed newspaper down in the toes

to make them fit.

Oh, I see.

So, sorry for being so mardy about them.

That's all right, David.

Must be in the right zone. There's an MOD sign over the next right.

You sure we're on the right track?

There's only a guess, after all.

In the absence of a better idea, we stick to it.

Hello?

Hello?

Help!

Help!

Guard!

Duncan? Yes!

Duncan, are you all right?

I'm stuck down. I can't move my arm.

We'll need a rope.

Well, we stayed back till last.

I hope he's in a good mood.

You're late. Chop, chop.

Help.

Yep. Good.

Thank you, man.

Yep.

Keep going.

Put your arm through there.

You all right? All right.

I want you to hold on here, yeah? Take it for a slide.

All right, ready? They're going to lift you any moment.

Okay, when you're ready.

Yep, you're all right.

That's it. Good.

Steady, steady, steady.

Come on, lad.

Steady.

Nearly there.

Come on.

You all right?

It's just my arm.

How do you get yourself into such a scrape?

I don't know.

I slipped.

All right, I know. Lost your footing. Easy done.

But why, Duncan?

What's this all about?

I've killed him, haven't I?

Killed who?

Uncle Nigel.

I sabotaged his steering on his car.

Everything wrapped is to go to the sale room, including the two display

cabinets. Everything on the table is to stay here. It's all breakable, so have a

care. And in particular, stay well away from this Chinese vase.

Clear? Oh, clear as crystal, Your Lordship.

Is it all right if we take Duncan home now, Constable?

If you don't mind, Mrs Hudson, we need Duncan to explain about Mr Parker's car.

The boy was obviously delirious when he said what he said.

What do you say, Duncan?

I'm sorry, Constable.

Nigel is off the critical list and Duncan is clearly exhausted.

Surely this can wait for the moment?

Come on, Dan.

You'll appreciate we'll need to take another look at Mr Parker's car.

Hiya. Hiya, Carol.

Hi, Robs.

Oh, great.

I'm not very good at these things. Can't keep my eyes open.

Here, I'll start you off.

Thanks. Three times a day, all right.

What am I going to do without you, eh?

Buy your own. Eh? I could get a petition going.

Hands off our district nurse.

Present it to Frank.

Well, if I lose my nerve, that could always be plan B.

Lose your nerve?

I don't want to leave my job.

That's not all of it.

When I first met Frank, I suppose I was looking for someone who'd take control.

Look after me, you know?

But I realised it's not what I want anymore.

Oh, bless.

Constable Walker, Duncan.

He has something to tell you.

We had another look at Mr Parker's car and found nothing wrong with it.

Nothing? What did you think we'd find?

Well, I saw Rosie Cartwright adjust the steering on my father's car. I tried to

do the same, but it was dark.

But for heaven's sake, why, Duncan?

Well, I wanted you and Mummy to stay together.

I thought the reason that she was sending me to boarding school was so

can get away with Uncle Nigel.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Well, I saw them together in her bedroom.

Not the Hudson family's finest hour.

I'm sorry we've caused you so much trouble.

We take things as they come, Mr Hudson.

I'm grateful.

And embarrassed.

I knew about my wife's affair.

The age difference between myself and Anita didn't seem to matter when we were

regimental couple.

There were lots of dues to go through.

Plenty of young men she could flirt with.

But here, boredom and frustration have made her miserable.

My turning a blind eye seemed a civilised solution to maintaining a

Right.

It's just this other cabinet to shift.

Right. Hey, is it going to fit through here?

Yeah, just, I'd say.

I'm not sure, you know, not without locking things off the table.

I think we'd better move them.

What, everyone?

Well, you know what he said.

How heavy is this?

Come on, get the other side.

You see?

Not so bad.

Now, if we're careful, we can move this over there.

Oh, I don't know, Aunt Paige. Look, we haven't got time to muck about.

Come on.

One, two, three, lift.

Right, now.

Easy does it.

Yeah.

That's it.

And down.

Run!

Warm up the wagon, David!

All finished?

Yeah, more or less.

There's just one little thing.

We had a slight accident.

What sort of accident?

Look in your insurance, Contangle.

Your Chinese vase. Yes?

Perfectly safe.

I've spoken to the local school, and they're happy to take you. So let's give

a go and see how you like it, eh?

Thanks.

How's Uncle Nigel?

Little better.

Do you love him?

Not like I love your father.

But just to avoid confusion, I think it's best we don't see very much of him

the future.

What's up?

Oh, just a little bit of local difficulty.

Off to the station?

Yeah. Have fun?

Is she going to collect her fiancé?

Oh, nice.

Yeah, I'm not sure it is.

Anyway, this little local difficulty.

I didn't tell her about the knits until today. She wasn't impressed.

I can imagine.

Well, she says she won't have me back in the house till I've got the old clear.

What are you going to do about it?

I thought I'd come and stay here with you.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far...

Looks as though they'd be here to stay.

Oh, I believe today.

I'm not half the girl I used to be.

There's a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, yesterday, there's a...

There's been a shooting of the poor bloke.

Shooting? Sally Pringle's dead.

Well, they reckon any one of us could have been the target.

What? Why do we have to drag all this up again? I came to Aidensfield for a

quiet life.

You've been a real gentleman, Oscar.

Well, when something terrible like this happens, it brings us all to our senses.