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

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

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

How many fees must the white dove save

Before she sleeps in the sand Yes, and
how

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

have died

The answer, my friend, is blowing.

The answer is blowing.

Luis?

the answer my friend is blowing in the
wind

the answer is blowing in the wind

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

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

Looks like she disturbs a burglar.

Have you got the murder weapon?

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

We haven't found it yet.

Do you know them?

Jake has been the vicar here in Elton
for years.

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

Pillars with a community.

Let's take a look.

It's not a very pleasant sight.

This calls for a drink.

Ooh. Why's that, then?

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

turkeys that we don't talk about.

Well, I sold them 200 trout instead.

Ah.

What trout?

The ones we're going to catch.

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

Chill.

Are you up to answering a couple of
questions?

It would help us.

You got home about six, you said?

Five past.

Where had you been?

With Terry Thorne.

He's the organist.

He lives up the road.

And how long were you there for?

All afternoon.

Then I came back here directly.

Do you have any photos of your wife?

No.

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

Everything all right there?

Yeah, I've just lost his wife.

So?

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

I didn't mean...

I'll check with the neighbours or
anything.

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

You could have killed us.

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

Jelly night?

Where have you got that from?

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

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

Well, do you remember your great -uncle
Eric?

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

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

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

as long as you know what you're doing.

Yeah, but you don't.

I'm having nothing to do with it.

What time did Reverend Twig get here?

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

Are you expecting him?

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

And what time did he stay?

Six.

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

Did he strike you as being agitated at
all?

He's not really that sort.

I suppose not.

Have you noticed anyone suspicious near
the vicarage today?

Well, there are people coming there all
the time.

Vagrants and so forth.

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

Have you seen anyone today?

This morning, yes.

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

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

I think he was wearing an old army
greatcoat.

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

Have

we

been here before?

Not in this life.

Morning, ladies. What can I do for you?

We'd like our twin room.

Away from the road and near the
bathroom.

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

Just the one night, is it?

Well, that depends.

Well, if you could let me know.

I see blue.

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

Must be you, Oscar.

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

And I have a letter.

Someone else very close to your heart.

A B?

Or could it be a D?

No. Are you sure?

Maybe someone who passed over not so
long ago.

Daniel? Daniel, yes.

He says you're not to worry.

He's happy now.

That's enough.

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

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

drive the car, but Rosa is.

That's why we're here.

How's it going?

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

Your mysterious tramps vanished in thin
air.

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

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

Reverend Swate.

He has an alibi.

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

If Thorne's telling the truth.

Why wouldn't he be?

We have no reason for suspecting
Thwaite.

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

Like what?

His whole attitude.

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

I want to know why.

Give us another operable.

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

All right, lovely.

You all right, mate?

Hey, you all right?

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

Well, where were you going?

Where do you live?

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

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

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

nice little relax, eh?

Big congregation.

Must be a popular vicar.

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

Word gets around quickly in these parts.

Are we too late for the Sunday service?

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

No.

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

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

no thanks.

That's him, isn't it?

You don't know me.

My name's Ivy Green.

What do you want?

Rosa has a message for you from Louise.

Louise is dead.

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

This is not the time or the place.

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

leave now, please?

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

'clock.

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

I would think so.

If they give you any trouble, let me
know.

Just what we need.

A load of old crystal balls.

I don't live here. All right now.

I know you.

Charlie Phillips.

Have you come for the rent?

I will do.

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

in one of the cells.

Put him in the interview room.

I'll handle this.

Sure, Sarge.

Right. Come on, then. This way.

See you later, Charlie.

Younger.

Your father's in the interview room.

What's he want?

He's drunk.

So?

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

Yes, Arden. And I mean fast.

We have a murder inquiry on our hands.

Dad?

We've come for a rant.

Come on.

I'll take you home.

I know you.

Charlie Phillips.

No, Daddy.

It's me.

It's Jeff.

I've got a brother called Jeff.

Big strapping lad he is.

Not like you.

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

Whoever you are.

I was going to hear... There.

Took that in the lake for it.

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

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

Told you!

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

Well,

don't just lie there!

Pick them up!

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

during the war.

And I'm getting the letter J.

J, yes.

It's John.

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

Jack.

What are you doing here?

Just keeping an eye.

Some of the things she says are really
scary.

I take it with a pinch of salt.

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

that make sense to you?

And he misses you too.

But you'll be together one day.

Who's that?

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

Is that you?

Me.

It hurts so much.

There was so much blood.

The pain's over now.

He took my knife.

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

Who did?

I can't believe we're doing this.

Well, you could call it information
received.

What's that?

Looks like we may have found our murder
weapon.

Let's see what forensics say.

Or have we just been had?

David? Peggy?

What are you two doing here?

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

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

What did you say, anyone?

No.

David, are you all right?

Ah, he needs a little boy's room.

It's these cold nights.

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

Right.

Off you sit.

I am not having fish down my trousers
anymore.

Baby.

Who's that?

That's effective in the morning.

Life goes on day after day.

Heart's turning.

Hey, Aunt Mum.

Aren't you supposed to be at work?

Oh, I am.

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

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

Can you tell him something, Father?

Those bottles of whiskey in the
cupboard.

I pulled them down the sink.

Those are your father's.

I know.

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

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

You're embarrassed of your own father?

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

There's a murderer on the loose.

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

It wasn't me.

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

far, do you?

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

David.

Come with me, quick.

What did Mr Bellamy want?

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

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

together.

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

it?

Well, I haven't got it.

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

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

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

Everything all right?

Oh, I'll do that.

I knocked it over. It was an accident.

Let me pay for the damage.

Don't worry.

It was only an old thing.

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

afternoon. He will not.

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

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

She does have things to tell you.

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

I wish he hadn't broken the mirror.

It's never good.

Ha -ha!

Have you found it?

It's a wingnut.

I've been looking for one of those
everywhere.

Never mind wingnuts.

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

What about the gelignite?

Oh, I haven't found that.

Well, you'd better find it.

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

Shut the door, please.

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

I haven't.

Yesterday was a one -off, was it?

Yes, Sergeant.

I've done some asking around.

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

or two.

Well, that's up to him.

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

Yes, Sergeant.

You just need to bear that in mind.

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

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

Yeah, I did tell her that.

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

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

That keeps happening since they've been
here.

Maybe we've got a ghost.

Maybe you should get your wiring
checked.

We were expecting you.

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

questions about the murder.

Is it against the law?

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

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

All right.

Then what happened this morning?

With Jacob.

It was just a misunderstanding.

What is it about Louise's murder?

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

She's here now.

Here in the room.

Find the letter.

The letter?

Jacob wrote a letter.

I had to hide it.

Where?

the kitchen cupboard under the lining
paper.

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

Very impressive.

Sounded just like Louise.

Oh, it was her.

She talks to me all the time.

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

Well, how can you be sure?

She's got that Liverpool accent.

Did Louise come from Liverpool?

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

Did you two know, Louise Thwaite? No.

Are you going to look for that letter?

Yeah, I suppose so.

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

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

Someone's been doing their homework for
his exam.

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

I'm not impressed.

You've had your last warning.

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

Nick McManus.

Look, no, Bobby.

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

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

Look, I'm not talking about flipping
wrestling.

Did you find anything while you were up
there?

Like what?

Er... Joe Ignite.

Oh, no.

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

Run!

Do

you

recognise this letter?

No.

There's some mistake.

For that?

Your handwriting and your signature?

Yes.

But that can't be right.

It's to Louise.

And you're clearly very angry.

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

This is outrageous.

Is that what happened the other night?

You killed Louise?

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

How do you explain the letter?

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

How old?

Twelve years.

I checked Crockford.

You left that parish ten years ago.

Your wife must have been very young.

She was.

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

I have to ask again.

Did you kill your wife?

No.

No, I didn't kill her.

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

Did Rosa Briars and Ivy Green know
Louise?

No. They know a lot about her.

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

they're the ones who hid the letter.

Are they blackmailing you? No.

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

You were overheard threatening them.

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

doing. No idea at all. None.

Well, that's a shame.

You're free to go, Mr Thwaite.

I'm sure you are.

I can find my own way.

You... Something very cold about him.

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

Doesn't make him a murderer.

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

murder than they're telling us.

So what do we do about it?

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

No. This isn't a good idea.

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

good idea?

Not if they find out where it came from.

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

Leave this to me.

Here's a surprise.

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

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

Meaning? Bobby Smithson.

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

Right, I'm off, Oscar.

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

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

Good night.

Night.

What was that?

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

It's the same every week.

Were you with him the whole time?

Yeah. I mean, nearly.

I went to collect some music.

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

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

Most murders are committed by close
family members.

Jacob Thwaite is a good man and a good
Christian.

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

He's a rock.

Of course.

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

Let me get this straight.

You're here to report a murder.

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

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

to happen?

It's too soon to say.

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

I saw it in a dream.

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

life. That's why I'm here.

Because of a dream.

You've got to do something.

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

Thank you so much.

Oi.

Bobby. Not you again.

Look, I've come to warn you.

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

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

I'm not scared of the police.

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

You don't know him.

No, but I know somebody who does.

And I know where you live, honey boy
Zimba.

That's for the police.

What?

Decided to take the day off, have we?

No, hold on.

Sir, it's Geoff.

Said it's urgent.

Hello?

I'm sorry I'm late in.

I don't know what to do.

You wait there.

I'll be right over.

Did you get the message?

I spotted him, that tramp you're after.

Where was this?

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

You sure it was him? Oh, pretty much.

Thanks, Bernie.

We want a word with you.

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

Now, Bobby.

You're not in trouble.

I just need to find that gelignite.

I haven't got it.

Okay. Who has?

That bloke that drives the taxi.

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

She told him to hide it in their shed.

She wasn't very polite about you,
neither.

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

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

If you could just talk to him.

Sounds as though it's gone beyond that.

Mrs Younger?

Oh, for God's sake.

Geoff phoned. He was worried about you.

There's no need.

Can you tell us what happened?

It was just an accident.

No, Mum, it wasn't.

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

Go and see if the ambulance has arrived.

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

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

It was an accident. I dropped the pan.

I see.

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

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

Understandably, I'd say.

It's here.

Mum? You'd best go with her.

I'll tell your husband.

Leave me.

Mr Younger?

How are you?

Take a seat and have a brew.

Your wife's been taken to hospital.

I understand there was a fight.

Where?

I think you'd better come with me.

I'm not going anywhere.

Break your lock!

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

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

How come we missed him?

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

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

And... this knife.

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

of blood on it.

But anyone's got to save himself.

Where did you get this from?

I can't remember.

We found a knife like this at the
vicarage.

There were fingerprints there, too.

We'll check to see if yours match.

There's no shortage of evidence.

Tell us what happened, Arthur.

I hadn't had any food.

For two days.

All I wanted was something to eat.

I didn't know anyone was there.

But she was.

Did you kill Louise Thwaite?

Louise? Was that her name?

Nice name, Louise.

She started screaming.

I had to do something.

What did you do?

Killed her.

I didn't hear that.

I killed her.

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

He didn't.

He never laid a finger on me.

Look at you.

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

Well, you left it me.

You've done no harm as it is.

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

again.

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

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

I'm not counting any chickens.

How was the exam?

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

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

Right.

Let's see if you can answer this one.

These are the post -mortem results.

No surprises there, except for one
thing.

They estimate Louise's age as 30.

Sounds about right.

Can't be.

Thwaite told us they'd been together 15
years.

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

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

She can't have been.

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

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

That's Ivy's car.

I just can't keep away.

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

What for?

Explosives. There's no explosives here.

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

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

Hotel gave me a case of whisky for them.

Well, it saves on all that bookkeeping
palaver.

Get back.

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

That gel ignited.

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

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

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

When did you last see Ivy?

At least since last night.

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

Hello, dear.

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

Ivy's dead.

Yes.

I'm afraid she is.

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

We'll need you to identify her.

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

No.

It's Louise.

Louise Thwaite.

They've taken my dad to the hospital.

Not the general, the psychiatric one.

I don't know.

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

He was quite blunt about it.

He won't get better, apparently.

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

Unless it's something that happened
years ago.

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

Now he doesn't even know who I am.

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

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

Take all the time you need.

Oh, it's just this afternoon.

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

I'm not sure what to say to her.

Do you want me to come with you?

Pardon? I'll give you a lift.

Bomb squad will be here in half an hour.

Where's Peggy?

I told her not to go.

No, but I still dropped me flame in
whiskey.

Peggy Armstrong, you are under arrest.

What for?

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

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

Yes.

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

Her real name was Jane.

Jane Smith.

She was in the choir at his last church.

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

Did you know Ivy when all this happened?

No, I met her some years later.

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

job, a home, everything really.

Was it Ivy's idea to find Jacob again?

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

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

He never knew, of course.

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

Well, she never got over it, dear.

Him wanting somebody else more than her.

Well, what could she do?

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

murdered.

We're looking for the vicar.

I'll show you.

Did he tell you what happened?

I have the full confession.

Thou shalt not kill, neither shalt thou
commit adultery.

How many times have we heard that?

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

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

Louise was never his wife.

Why did he pretend she was?

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

He's inside.

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

I needed a moment.

I've worked in prisons.

I know what they're like.

Did you kill Ivy?

The woman who called herself Ivy?

My real wife.

Till death us two part.

Yes, I did.

Was she blackmailing you?

No.

No, it wasn't blackmail.

She was mad.

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

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

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

didn't come back.

Is that when you moved here?

Yes.

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

No one knew us here.

So poor Jane pretended she was my wife.

Pretended she was Louise.

Why did Ivy come here today?

What did she want?

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

She said she was tired of living hand to
mouth.

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

-rate old woman.

I'm not sure she understood.

Give it time.

Yeah.

I suppose so.

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

You are.

For the same reason that you make a good
copper.

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

It's not a fashionable quality nowadays.

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

You can do it.

Already?

Yes, thank you, dear.

Can I ask you something?

Well, everyone always does.

But I'll tell you the truth.

Sometimes I fake it. I have done for
years.

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

You can rarely talk to dead people.

Well, they're with us all the time.

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

There you go.

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

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

I'm some kind of criminal.

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

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

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

about?

It's just that magic lantern.

I keep telling you, you should chuck it
out.

Yeah, well, I was going to.

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

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

Cheers.

Hi, Rob.

Ah, what'll it be then, ladies?

spirits, or perhaps a medium, Sherry.

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

You read my mind.

Cheers.

They'll come for us before midnight!

Count on it!

If he comes again, don't say anything.

How's that?

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

At least one copper's going to die
tonight.

Now, whatever happens, know your rights.

And that's an order.