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Harvey, what do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Harvey, what does a love kiss say in my memory?

What do you want?

What do we want, Derek?

World peace and an end to poverty.

But right now, I'd like a look in your back bedroom.

Bring a warrant or get lost.

Bellamy, upstairs.

Younger, downstairs.

You know what you're looking for? Clocks, watches, radios.

Van keys.

Keys!

I'll be in kitchen.

Good idea. Put the kettle on.

It don't mean a thing if it ain't a... Great post.

Well played, partner.

I've not seen you play as steady as that for

ages. You're no slouch, is that?

So, are you stopping for a drink?

Oh, yes, of course.

Great.

Left everything as you found it, have you?

Don't push it, Riggs.

We'll be back.

Oh, yeah.

What'll you do?

Perhaps I'll have that cup of tea, yeah?

Oh, is the room all right for you, Mrs Taylor?

Oh, very comfortable, thank you.

I'm sorry I can't tell you how long I'm staying.

Oh, that's all right.

If I find the person I'm looking for, it could be no time at all.

Who?

My son, Barry.

I had a phone call from him six months ago.

He'd moved to Adenfield on a job.

Six months?

I've not heard a word from him since.

Gina? Oh, excuse me a sec.

Sorry.

Hi, David.

Come in.

Oh, hi.

Sorry to bother you. Have you got a minute?

Yeah. What do you want?

She's Aunt Peggy. She let it clip that it's her birthday tomorrow.

I thought she didn't have birthdays.

Yeah, I know. How old is she?

Oh, all right, sure. She's the same age as her gums, but a year older than her

teeth. Oh, no. What does that make her?

A very wise woman, David.

Anyway, I'm glad you've come. And take this letter that's arrived for her.

What?

What has it sent here?

Well, I suppose the writer didn't know her address and guessed that someone in

here would.

Hmm.

OK, thank you.

So what did you want?

Oh, yeah, Aunt Peggy.

Well, I was...

Couldn't I give her a bit of a surprise birthday treat? And, well, Rosie

suggested that I took her out for some nosh.

Oh, that's nice.

Somewhere salubrious, I assume.

Oh, yeah.

So, anyway, can't you put us down for a tale for two in here tomorrow night?

I will do, David.

Thanks, dear.

Maurice, don't love let us trade from you.

I haven't seen him for 20 years.

My Bert met him at the services club and introduced me.

I'll never forget it.

It was love at first sight.

Were you and this Morris close?

Weren't you married?

Well, so was Morris.

But he felt the same way about me.

What happened?

Well, met a few times and talked.

Just talked.

And then we both agreed it was best if we went our separate ways.

He's even remembered my birthday.

And he said he'll be in the Aidensfield Arms tomorrow night.

Hoping this reaches you. Come if you can.

Fondest regards, Morris.

No Phil again?

No, he's doing something.

Avoiding me of what he's doing.

No, he's busy, honestly, Gina.

You say so.

Phil said what the problem is.

No, not really.

It's a pity.

They seem genuinely happy together.

Can I get you some for Mrs. Taylor?

Oh, yes, a rum and peppermint, please.

All right, Gina, I'll get it.

Oh, thanks, Doctor.

Evening.

Evening.

Double scotch.

Forgotten a word, haven't we? Sorry, double scotch.

Barman.

Can't you see?

I'm serving this lady.

Ah, yes, ladies first.

And Lady Gold... as especially what with all that smooching I saw this

afternoon. I'll get this.

It's all right, Gina. I think Mr Atkins has had enough already. You what?

Just leave.

You're embarrassing yourself.

It's you should be embarrassed, counsellor.

Greasing the wheels in the planning department for your friend.

What friend, Oscar?

Viv Chivers.

His partner in golf.

And who knows what else. All right, you've said enough. Just get out now!

You're not the licensee here, Blaketon.

What's he on about? I'm on about Viv Chivers. She lives next door to me. She

wants to build a flaming extension so big it'll blight my property.

Then go and complain to them who are paid to listen. I have.

And much good it's done me.

After she's worked her chance.

You're making a serious allegation, Ackers. Now leave now or you'll regret

Who's going to make me?

All right, sir. I think we've heard enough for tonight.

All right.

You've got the constabulary in your pocket as well, haven't you? You're

a public nuisance.

You're as bent as he is, Constable.

Go home, Mr Atkins.

Watch your back, Blaketon.

You didn't make any promises, did you?

No, I just said I'd have a word with you.

Well, people really go missing without good reason. Some of them just don't

to be found. This could be a real can of worms.

Well, I think Mrs Taylor would just be grateful to know he's still alive.

Just tell her, David.

Then she can choose what she wants to do.

I can't do that, Rosie.

Honestly, you should have seen her face when she got that letter. She was like a

happy little girl.

We'd better camp at the table, then.

Oh, I can't do that, either.

That would be like a taxi bus to a camping at the last minute. It wouldn't

fair on Gina.

All right.

How about I join you for the meal and we go halves?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, thanks, Rosie.

Oh, this is fairly recent, is it?

It was taken two years ago.

When you last spoke to your son, did he say where in Aden -Cringley he was

calling from?

It was a call box.

Oh.

And he worked here as a fitter.

That's right.

Last known address?

I went there.

He'd left a few bits and pieces which the landlord gave to me.

I see.

I haven't got much money, Mr. Blaketon.

But if you could point me in the right direction, I'd be very grateful.

Well, I'll do what I can.

This door didn't need much forcing.

I'd say whoever broke in knew it was a weak spot.

The club secretary's not too pleased that the cleaner called us without his

face, so... She opened up to find a break in. What's she supposed to do? You

know what these places are like.

Agro between members, not to be broadcast.

Are you pretty sure this Atkins bloke is responsible?

I can't think of anyone else who'd want to break in just to smash a photograph.

Anyway, we're wasting our time.

The club secretary doesn't want us to take it any further.

What are you two up to?

Waiting for Peggy's date to turn up.

Peggy? Yes.

Hello. I'm Maurice.

Oh.

Don't stand up. After 20 years, it's the least I can do.

Hey, how are you?

I'm fine.

How's Bayou? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

Oh.

Oh, it's wonderful to see you. And looking so lovely.

Thank you.

But the same goes for you.

Oh.

A bit more on there and a bit less on there.

Rubbish. You haven't changed a bit.

Steady now.

What can I get the birthday girl?

I can't believe you remembered.

It's one of those dates that sticks in the mind.

A little champagne, perhaps?

Oh, thank you.

But no, it repeats on me.

Oh.

Sherry? Yes?

Why not?

A sweet one.

Right.

Ah, good evening.

Hello. Sweet sherry, please, and tonic water.

No letter straight.

She was very brave to the end.

It's over a year ago now.

It takes time to get over that sort of loss.

I'd come to rely on her for so much.

I didn't realise at the time.

Do you think it might have helped if he'd had children?

Perhaps. We decided not to have kids because I was away so much.

I didn't think it would be fair.

What about you and Bert?

You know, my Bert died over ten years back and I still miss him.

Mind you, I'm afraid he didn't leave me very well provided for.

Oh? But I picked myself up, as you do.

You were always a gutsy lady, Peg, and you haven't lost that twinkle in those

eyes either.

Good to see you. You looking pleased with yourself?

And why not?

I've got my planning approval.

Hey, well done. Good for you.

Not so good for others, though.

Yeah, what was it about an incident at the club last night?

Oh, just a bit of mindless vandalism by you -know -who. The club wanted hushed

up, so I'm not arguing.

Drink? Gin and tonic.

Here you go.

You off then? Yeah, thanks for the lovely meal, Gina. You don't know what

missed out on.

Believe me, she's more than happy.

Who's there?

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Come back!

So, what's wrong?

The break table's been cut.

What?

You'd better go and call Rob.

Yeah, right.

I was just going to bed.

Can't this wait? I'm afraid not, Mr Atkins.

So what is it?

Could you tell me where you were about ten o 'clock this evening? Ten o 'clock?

Why? I'm investigating an incident that took place around that time. What sort

of incident?

Would you answer the question, Mr Atkins?

Where was I at ten o 'clock?

Here.

Watching television.

Can anyone else confirm that?

No.

I was on my own.

But I did talk to a friend on the phone.

You talked to a friend?

I can give you a name.

What a night.

What a birthday.

I was shaking all the way to the pub.

Well, there was no need, was there?

It's funny how you can...

Pick up with someone as though you've never been apart.

What did you do?

Oh, nothing much.

We're going to meet again.

Maurice is going to give me a call.

All right.

Oh, dear.

You know, I really have to do something about myself.

Oi, I'm there. I'll be way up.

Night, love.

Night -night.

What are you up to, Younger?

Just dotting an I, Sergeant.

Fine. Legible, correctly spelt, and up to date. Which I'm sure yours is,

Younger.

Not quite up to date, no.

Your pocketbook, Younger, is my window on your working day. Where you were, who

you were with, time, date and place. The sort of precise details that go down

well in a court of law.

Blank page.

And another.

There's gaps all over the place.

I was going to catch up on it later today.

Make sure you do.

Yes, Sergeant.

I want a full account of everything you get up to, Younger.

Morning.

Hello, Sarge.

No health?

He's on holiday.

Ah, well, I need a favour.

Oh, go on.

Some information on the QT.

Well... Jeff's filling in for Alf on the records side.

Too busy yourself, are you?

What do you need?

How come we haven't seen you lately?

Well, I've been busy, you know, this Sunday. You know how it is. No, I don't.

Neither does Gina.

Cosco, it's personal.

OK? Now, this flavour?

Yeah, we got somebody saying there's a mother looking for her son. She hasn't

seen him for six months, and Aidensfield was his last known location.

Do you want me to see if he's inside?

Always a good place to start.

What's his name?

Barry Taylor.

I'll see what I can do.

Hi, Oscar.

Hi, Rob. Any news?

Nothing positive.

Seeds of crime found no useful prints on your car.

That's not surprising.

Have you interviewed Atkins? Yeah, he's got an alibi.

Really? He claims that he got a phone call from a friend at home about the

of the incident.

Did he check out? His friend confirmed it. I bet it did.

I wonder how much he was paid.

Yeah, well, you should take care.

Oh, don't you worry.

It'll take more than John Atkins to bother me.

Let you go.

If he wasn't that bad, it can't surprise me.

Peggy! What?

Mark Morris!

What you doing here?

I was working in the area.

Why didn't you say so last night?

The job came up suddenly and I just didn't think.

Let me show you around.

Aidan's filled arms?

Well, I've got one or two, Barry Taylors, but it's a non -match in the

description that you gave me.

So it doesn't look like he's inside or got a record.

Oh, well, I'll just have to do it the hard way.

Thanks.

And then a trawler, man.

You've never strayed far from the sea.

Well, I never really wanted to.

Why did you give it up?

Oh, well, Joan was poorly.

The union got me a little lump sum and a pension.

I thought, let the youngsters have a go.

It's ship -shape in here, anyway.

Well, it's tidy enough, but it's short of something.

A woman's touch, I reckon.

Shall we go outside?

Yes. Right.

Thank you.

Well, er...

What was the job that brought you up here?

Oh, er, I was delivering something not far away.

Is that really true?

Is that true?

Well, no.

I didn't think so.

I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself.

I didn't sleep for thinking about last night. I just had to find out if you

for real.

Oh. Well...

That really enough?

Better, Younger?

What did I ask for?

For the count of what I was up to.

Yes. I did not ask for an opinion.

I'm not sure I understand, Sergeant.

Following information received by Sergeant Miller, a search warrant was

on Derek Reeks of 25 Pendle Place. Read on.

Despite what Sergeant Miller described as sound intelligence, no stolen goods

were found.

Anything you'd like to change?

I don't think so.

Pity. Because there is a hint of criticism in your account which is not

Tell him, Bellamy.

I can't wait, can I?

We could extend the radius of the search.

Oh, how far do you think?

Oh, another ten miles, maybe.

I'm not sure.

I don't know if I'm sending you on a wild goose chase.

Well, you never know in this game.

Oh, you asked about the bits and pieces that Barry left at his last address.

May I? Oh, help yourself.

Do you know anything about this?

It's a whippy telephone number.

Thank you, Morris.

Now, there's no need to escort me all the way. Oh, why not?

Well, you'll have things to do.

Nonsense. Now, where's your motor?

That's it there.

Oh, they don't make them like that any more.

It is my standby vehicle.

That's a grand workhorse. Yeah.

You know, Peggy.

At our age, we shouldn't have to pretend to be what we're not.

It wasn't your fancy airs and graces that first drew me to you, and it still

isn't.

Oh.

Here.

Yes, yes, I've got that.

Thank you very much. Thanks. Bye.

Well, that was the owner's wife. The caravan at the moment is let to a single

fellow, but she's got no idea how old he is or what he looks like.

Oh. Well, the caravan would be an ideal place, wouldn't it, for anyone who wants

to lie low?

As soon as Gina gets back, I'll nip over to the coast in her car, and I'll check

it out.

What is it this time?

There's been another incident involving Oscar Blaketon.

Good grief.

Not him again.

A much more serious incident this time, from which Mr Blaketon was lucky to

escape with his life.

What's happened?

Someone threw a brick from a bridge while he was driving underneath it.

Shattered the windscreen.

Fortunately, the impact was on the passenger side.

Is he all right? He's shaken, but intact.

So the question is, where were you this evening at about 7 .15?

What? You think I had something to do with this?

You made a very public threat against Oscar Blaketon. Since when? We've had a

number of incidents.

Well, maybe I did lose my right, but come on. You think I want to kill him?

It was you who broke into the golf club and smashed that photograph, wasn't it?

OK.

I was drunk and stupid, but cutting brake cables, lobbing bricks from

Then would you mind telling us where you were this evening?

Here.

I've been here all evening.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Yes, Sergeant.

He's been here with me.

The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you as the man of distinction.

I've got Mr Riggs.

Clock radio, you say?

How much do you want to pay?

Oh, I don't know.

The fiver, do you?

Oh, yeah.

Well, it's a matter of fact and expecting a delivery.

I'll give you the call when Mum comes in. That's great. Thanks, Mr Reeks. Head

out.

You're not doing business with him, are you?

Oh, yeah, well, I've got to get a present for Aunt Peggy, seeing as she

her birthday treat.

Well, Mr Reeks is always saying they can get her stuff cheap.

Stay clear of Derek Reeks if I were you.

Why? He's dodgy, David.

Save up and buy something from a shop.

I've got to get in a good box to come out.

I thought you said you were all smiles.

Well, she is, but just not for me.

All for Mr Dodson, are they?

What if this bloke's having her on? I mean, she says that he's nice, but what

he isn't? I mean, she'd be really upset.

Well, maybe he is, David, but to be honest, there's not a lot you can do

it.

Well, we could find out if he's all he's cracked up to be.

What do you mean, we?

Hiya, Jeff.

Hiya, Ruby.

Fill her up.

Yes, please.

You all right, David?

You're not booking me, are you?

Oh, no, I'm just logging the stop.

It's Miller's latest mission, to find out what I'm doing every minute of the

flaming day. No time for a cuppa, then. Only if it's already brewed and

someone's blown on it.

You've just missed Derek Reek.

Oh? Yeah, promised to get David something on the teeth.

How come you know him, David? Well, I just came a -lifting my taxi sometimes.

It's mostly from his house down to his sister's.

Didn't know he had a sister.

Oh, yeah.

See, she and Mrs Reek's don't get on very well, so he always asks me not to

anyone in case she finds out.

You know his sister's address?

Well, yeah, she lives up here. Just a second, David.

You're after some information yourself, aren't you?

Am I? About Aunt Peggy's new friend.

Oh, yeah.

So, how about a bit of give and take, Geoffrey?

I can't believe it.

They were sworn enemies.

apparently Viv Chivers took a bottle round to Atkins' place to bury the

They finished that one, and Atkins opened another one.

Yeah, and then they had to sleep it off, I suppose.

Something like that.

Well, there's no accounting for taste, is there?

But if it wasn't Atkins who tampered with your car, and he didn't throw the

brick, who did?

Well, he must still be the prime suspect for disabling my car. You said it

yourself. His alibi was dodgy.

And the brick?

Yobbs out for trouble.

Look, I want you to think again.

Is there anyone who could be holding a grudge?

Well, apart from Atkins, I can't think of anyone.

Who knew you were going to Whitby?

Well, I told Rosie when I asked when my car would be ready, and Gina and Mrs

Taylor knew, and that's about it.

And you've checked this out thoroughly?

Yes, Sergeant.

Reece has been seen in his van arriving at that address.

Do you want us to fake it out?

Any friendly neighbours?

Well, we talked to the old lady across the street. She said Reeks ran over her

cat. Yeah.

Mimi.

So, er, well in there.

What did you say this colour was?

Crimson glow.

It's bright, isn't it? It's gorgeous.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

But Will Morris?

I'm not so sure.

There you go.

Right, waft them about a bit.

Toes next.

Toes? In for a penny, in for a pound.

Come on, boots off.

Oh, Geoff, can you do something for me?

What? Can you get on to records and see what they can come up with for a Barry

Taylor?

I've already been down that road with Oscar.

Came up with nothing.

What about his mum?

His mum?

Ellen Taylor.

You might as well just wait for Alf to get back.

Ellen Taylor.

See what you can do.

Look, Gina's put him to hold me again.

You can't blame her for being worried.

It's in your ears all the time.

This breathlessness that I've been getting.

My father and my grandfather both died young from a heart condition.

It's hereditary.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

Who says it's hereditary?

Well, I read it in a book. And I've got all the same symptoms my dad had.

OK.

What's this got to do with Gina?

You're joking, aren't you? After all, she's been through.

Do you think she deserves to end up with a condemned man?

Why don't you say what she says?

Could I care for her too much?

Beside that, if I have another turn, then there'll be...

Questions are medical. I'll be invalided off the force.

Phil. Phil, you've only read one book.

She deserves better.

What do you think?

Gina's done them for me. And me toenails.

What for?

What for?

You've seen nail polish before, haven't you?

Oh, yeah, but not on you.

I think I might put my open -toed shoes on.

Oh, you're going out again, then, are you?

Yes. Why not?

I don't think you should be seeing quite as much of this Mr Dobson, that's all.

How do you mean?

I haven't seen him for 20 years.

Well, yeah, exactly, so you don't know that much about him, do you?

It's just that, well, we've been told some things.

Oh?

Some things about him that you might not know.

Such as?

Such as he doesn't drink or smoke.

Is that all?

No, there's more.

He's a teetotal Methodist lay preacher.

I'm a vegetarian.

Did you put him up to this?

No. He's just worried for you.

Oh, I bet.

Worried that I might find a bit of happiness.

That's not true.

Well, there's nothing in here that I don't know already.

Oh? And all it says is that Maurice is a good person.

Others should take note, including me.

Why, how do you mean?

I've turned over a new leaf.

No more boozing, no more poaching. There, I've said it.

And I feel better already.

Now, come on, David, I need you to drive me home. I don't want to muck up my

nails.

David?

Is it ready then?

Yeah, just finished it. Good.

Then I can get on replacing Gina's windscreen.

Through on Monday's afternoon, are you, Oscar?

Well, you're a lucky girl, Rosie. Just think of all the money I'm giving you.

You're somewhere in a rush.

I'm off to where I was going before that brick made an appearance.

Well, take it easy, because we're booked solid for the next few days.

Right.

OK.

Yeah, I've got that.

Thank you.

Bye. Sergeant, we've got a woman that stole the gear that's come onto our pad.

He wants us to stake out reasons to sit there as soon as possible, sir.

Come on, touch him. I've got to make a phone call first.

P .P. Walker?

Here, Rob.

Jeff!

Like Phil said, Barry Taylor doesn't have a record.

But Ellen Taylor was better known as Nellie.

He was put away for a long stretch about ten years ago.

Don't tell me the arresting officer was Oscar Blakedom.

And Dougie Taylor claimed that he was convicted on fabricated evidence.

Good work, Geoff.

Hey, tell me, how did you get the info so quickly?

Well, I just phoned Alf at home.

I've got to go.

I'll see you.

He went out about 15 minutes ago.

Do you know where?

Somewhere on the other side of Whitby, I think. He went to check up on some

caravan. Oh, hang on a minute.

There's a cutting in here somewhere.

Is Mrs Taylor here?

No, she's been out all day.

There you go.

Can I use your phone? I need to talk to Sergeant Miller. Yeah, help yourself.

What's the matter?

He's not in any trouble, is he?

Remember coming up here before?

Yes, I do.

It was here that we both decided that we'd better go our separate ways.

Arrivederci. That was the last word you spoke to me.

Well, there was nothing else to be done.

No. These days, perhaps it might have been different, but not then.

Here we are again.

Full circle.

Come in.

Why didn't you say you were coming?

That would have been telling.

This is Barry.

What's going on?

Payback time.

Justice for Dougie.

Dougie?

Twelve years ago, I was a brunette without glasses.

Barry, show him.

Not that you paid me much attention.

You're too busy stitching up Dougie and putting him away.

Well, well, well.

Nellie Taylor.

Oh, coming back, is it? Oh, aye.

I remember your Dougie was an out -and -out villain.

Too clever for you plods, anyway.

Oh, really? That's why he had to play dirty.

I'm not sure the law -abiding public would agree with you. Your Dougie just

out of luck.

He got what he deserved.

Cancer? Is that what he deserved?

Cancer undiagnosed and untreated in prison?

I don't know anything about that.

Well, whatever his fault, he didn't deserve that.

I'd expected to spend my old age with the man I loved.

He died within a year of coming out of prison.

Too ill to take revenge for what you did.

Well, now it's up to us.

It was completely off when we got there.

Oh, dear.

What a waste of time. Oh, we mustn't waste the time we've got, Peggy.

I mean it.

I'm talking marriage.

Whoa, whoa, Morris, steady on.

Oh, I thought you felt the same.

Well, I do, but you've just taken my breath away.

Well, doesn't my cottage suit you? It suits me very well.

It's a lovely cottage.

Well, couldn't you share it with me?

Yes, Morris.

I think I could.

Oh!

Of course, it'll be an upheaval for the two of us, but I know that David loves

the seaside and the changes will do him good.

David? Yes.

Do you think you could bring him with you?

Well, I could hardly leave him on his own, now, could I?

Look,

he runs his own business.

Well, he can run the taxi service from anywhere, can't he?

It's not a problem for you, is it?

No.

No, of course not.

Jeff, I think we'll be all right here.

She's offered to make us a sandwich as well. Oh, great.

I say, if Reeks does turn up in his van, what are we going to do?

Well, we wait for him to unload and then we go in.

Jeff, you should leave some room for the arrest.

tight right

Oh, going out again, are you?

Yes, I am.

Come on, Peggy. You've changed so much, I hardly know you anymore.

How do you mean?

Oh, you know.

You know, not having a drink and looking in dress shop windows, trying not to

burp. Well, it's never too late to change, David.

David, you'll never guess.

Morris wants us to get married.

Married? He's picking me up so we can go and make the arrangements.

Look, I know it's a shock, but be happy for me, please, love.

Oh, well, I suppose if you two are suited, then I am, yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you, love.

Oh, don't look so worried.

I won't believe in you on your own. Now, you weren't thinking that, were you?

I wasn't thinking anything, really.

You're coming with me, love.

Where to?

To his cottage.

By the sea.

No,

I'll live here.

You know, all my things are here. Plenty of room for them there.

Oh, you'll love it, David.

Trust me.

He'll build a little home That's meant for two From which I'll never

roam What would you...

Barry Taylor.

Yes? Is your mother here?

There's somebody here to see you.

Oh, comfortable.

You found your son, then?

Yes.

With or without the help of Oscar Blaketon? Oh, he pointed me in the right

direction.

Do you know where he is now?

I'm afraid not.

He left Aidensfield intending to come here.

Oh, we haven't seen him, have we, Barry?

No. Right.

You sure about that?

Well, maybe he called and nobody was here. Or maybe he got more than he

bargained for.

Nellie, was it Barry who tampered with his car?

Did he throw the brick?

Is this some sort of sick game?

Revenge on Oscar Blaketon for putting Dougie away?

Lies are what put Dougie away.

If there was fabricated evidence, it had nothing to do with Oscar Blaketon. He's

as straight as a die. Everyone knows that. Yeah, more lies.

Where is he, Nelly?

You're too late.

Time and tide wait for no man.

Let me drop.

Come on.

I reckon he's broken down, you know.

No, Artie, he hasn't.

How do you know?

Well, he's just been on the telephone.

Well, why didn't you shout me?

Well, he sent a message.

What, has he been delayed?

No.

What did he say?

He said he's sorry, but he's not coming.

Why not?

Ties, he said.

What, he got ties?

No, he said that you had.

Do you know what he means?

Ties.

Yes, love, I think I do.

Anyway, he said to tell you... Harry... Well, I don't know, something like that.

Arrivederci.

Yeah, that was it.

You coming in, then?

Yes, love.

Put the kettle on.

I'll be in in a minute.

Still dazed, but otherwise fine.

Have you took them up in the cells?

They're all yours.

Well done.

Oh, um, my bike, Sarge.

Oh, yes.

Put in a report. I'm sure HQ will get you another one.

But until then, I'm afraid it's the bus or the station pushbike for you.

Do we want another cup if she wants to know?

Well, I wouldn't say no.

He's there.

Eh? Read.

Did you see him? Come on.

Let's go.

You're nicked.

Phil! Phil!

Phil!

Phil! Are you all right?

Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance now!

Phil! Phil!

Come on, Phil, open your eyes. It's Jeff.

Come on, Phil. Breathe for me.