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

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

So much for being a quiet country bobby.

Called out before I've even finished breakfast.

Well, at least you've got an appetite.

I'm just on my way to see Gina.

Hang on.

Shouldn't PC Weatherby be handling things now?

Well, things have changed.

I've decided I wanted to stay on in Aidensfield.

Headquarters have agreed to let me.

Really?

Well, so what about PC Weatherby?

The thought keeps haunting me.

Phil Bellamy.

We'll be alive, but for me.

You didn't fire the shotgun?

No.

But by shooting my mouth off, I enraged the man who did.

The man was an emotional mess. It was a tragedy waiting to happen. It was not

your fault, lad.

People round here will blame me.

I bet Bellamy's wife does.

I'll get packed and leave. There's still a job for you here.

But I thought PC Mason's to stay on at Adenfield.

There's a vacancy here in Ashfordly.

What, Phil Bellamy's job?

Well, what will people say if I take that on?

Isn't it best I just leave?

If you do that, it might further fuel suspicion that you were somehow at

Don't run away from this, lad.

Your wife and kids are expecting to come here.

I want you on my team.

I'll have to have time to think about all this.

My family. Of course.

Take a couple of days off.

Let me know your decision.

Seems he was a schoolteacher up at Bressington School.

Posh, fee -paying place up on the moor. Most suicide shootings I've seen used a

shotgun.

He's got a revolver here.

The school has an armoury.

The army cadets are taught pistol shooting.

I've called the school. They're checking if there's a gun missing.

I think these are prescribed for depression.

There's more in the bathroom.

Depressed teacher shoots himself?

Well, it's looking that way.

No sign of a struggle, no forced entry.

It was Mason who broke the door down.

I've evened Aidan's field full -time now. He'll assist you with any further

inquiries.

I'm still not sleeping.

No more than a few minutes at a time.

Here you go. Thanks.

I just keep hoping I'll wake up to find it's some terrible nightmare.

I can organise sleep in pills or sedatives if you like.

No.

No, I don't want to rely on pills.

I want to get through this on my own.

It's just so hard to believe.

That's what I am now.

On my own.

She's been gone a couple of days now, Peggy.

She's taken her sleeping bag and everything.

Well, we all have different ways of dealing with things.

It's really depressed her, this, you know.

Well, we've got umpteen jobs to do for the funeral, so you won't have time to

get depressed.

Come on.

I want you to rest just as much as possible.

Leg ulcers take time to heal.

Dressing will help, but you need to do your bit as well, Elsie.

I've always been very active, you see.

Yeah, well, just keep the leg elevated whenever you can.

You ought not to worry about housework and that. I can take care of everything.

Arthur, don't you go over doing it either.

Give over.

Fiddly's a fiddle, me.

You like to think you are.

Oh, sorry.

I moved it to put my bag on.

Going into Ashfordly. Bitter shopping.

Don't spend half what she does.

I ask you.

Mind you, good job he's in good health.

We'll be in a right pickle out here if he wants.

Crazy idiot. He pulled right out in front of me.

Could have killed me.

Perhaps he didn't see you.

Do you know the driver?

I couldn't say.

People like that, they shouldn't be on the road.

Well, if you're all right, then...

Terrible

business. Just... Oh, I'm Shirley Barlow, by the way, the headmaster's

Come on, boys, you'll be late for class.

The boys will be distraught. He was a very popular teacher.

Sadly, I can confirm a .32 Harrington Richards revolver is missing from the

armoury. We're authorised to keep guns for the combined cadet force.

The lock hadn't been tampered with, so the key must have been used.

Would Mr Foreman have had access to it?

Not officially, no. It's kept with other kids in the birther's office.

But it wouldn't have been difficult for a senior staff member to take it and

replace it.

Such a shock.

A valued master.

And colleague.

Have you taught at the school long?

Oh, over 15 years, I believe.

We're relatively new. We've been here just under a year.

No, he was head of geography.

Well liked by pupils, parents, everyone.

Have you any idea why he might have wanted to kill himself?

Well, he did suffer from depression.

He took pills for it.

I'm sure his GP can give you more information about that.

Before our time, but I gather it was largely brought about by the death of

of his pupils on a school trip.

When was this?

About ten years ago.

Jog with a field trip up on the moors.

Bad weather closed in. A teenage lad slipped into the river.

swollen after a downpour and drowned.

But Neil Foreman was in no way negligent or responsible for that. It was a

tragic accident.

But it haunted him. He always blamed himself.

See, when he wasn't depressed, he was a delight to be with, but when the black

cloud came down, then he was virtually... Suicidal.

Yes. Yes, you could say that.

Well, his wife simply couldn't cope with his moods, and they broke up about six

years ago, which, of course, made things worse.

They have no children, thank goodness.

Any idea of an extra tenth?

No, not really. He was an only child, I believe, and both his parents are dead.

Well, his ex -wife might know. I could try and find out where she is these

if you'd like me to.

We'd appreciate that. Thank you.

And if there's anything else I can do, just...

Please, let us know.

Seems straightforward.

It's odd that he didn't leave a suicide note.

All suicides leave notes.

Why now?

The boy died ten years ago.

If it was connected to his marriage failing, that was six years back.

What specifically caused him to end it all now?

Who knows why anyone pulls the trigger?

We're not paid to do that kind of guesswork, are we?

Thank you for coming back.

Like I said on the phone, it's Arthur.

Came home complaining he couldn't breathe.

What's happened to Arthur?

I'm not sure.

I think it's because I banged into my steering wheel. Oh?

I had to brake sharpish.

OK. Thought I hit something, you see.

Not sure.

A sheep, maybe.

But I didn't say out on the road.

OK, take it easy.

I came across a cyclist who'd been forced into a ditch by a car on the top

Cyclist?

No, I don't think so.

Okay, well, we need to get you checked out.

I'll run you into Ashfordly General.

Just hang on, Arthur. They've gone to get a doctor.

That's the children, is it?

What's the problem?

Oh, you're a doctor.

It's definitely a traumatic pneumothorax caused by his hitting the steering

wheel.

At his age, can he survive it?

Let's hope so.

I'll make an incision into his pleural cavity to relieve the pressure.

Needle, please.

You obviously did know who'd driven into me, then?

I had a good idea.

Sorry.

The weather out on the moor can change in a moment.

By the time we got the call, the poor lad was dead.

But Neil Foreman wasn't held responsible.

Oh, no.

The inquiry found that he'd done everything he could for those in his

He was even praised for his efforts to save him. He dived in after the lad.

But the family continued to blame him, particularly the dad, Terry Bishop, who

was his only son. He took it hard.

He could become nasty, especially in drink.

He threatened to kill Foreman.

Go on.

Well, Oscar Blaketon was sergeant at the time.

He had to caution Bishop.

Alf was just telling me how the drowned boy's father once threatened to kill

Neil Foreman.

When was this?

Well, it was after the incident, about ten years ago.

He'd been drinking heavily.

A drunken threat made over a decade ago.

I'm not sure that'll be relevant now.

Let's see what the post -mortem says, shall we?

I still think something doesn't quite add up.

His lungs have regained function.

We'll admit him so we can monitor his recovery, but he should be fine.

Great. I'll let his wife know.

He seemed to have no idea he'd run you off the road. Really?

That's rather worrying, isn't it?

Look, his wife's not in good health. They live in a remote spot. It's

he's able to drive. Yes, but he must be able to drive safely.

I ought to at least report it to the police.

If he gets charged with dangerous driving, he might get a ban.

I mean, you weren't actually injured.

Your bike wasn't damaged.

I see the results of reckless driving all the time. He could have killed you,

me, a child, anyone on that road.

He nearly killed himself.

Bellamy? I can only imagine how you must be feeling.

Oh, believe me, if I could turn the clock back, I'd willingly take the

myself. I would.

I'm so sorry.

I've never felt such guilt.

It's gnawing away.

I was going to move my wife and kids here.

You know, a new start.

I just don't know what to do now.

It makes two of us, doesn't it?

I wasn't sure if I'd be welcome at the funeral tomorrow.

You don't blame me entirely, then?

No.

What Phil did was so typical of him.

The man I knew and loved and married.

You're a doctor, you say?

A houseman at Ashfordly General.

And you treated this man for an injury he sustained in an accident?

Yes, it was a result of his own careless driving. He's quite elderly, you see.

And you want to report him?

Well, I'm concerned he could be a danger to himself and other road users.

He's admitted to driving carelessly, has he, this Arthur Chilton?

No, he's apparently unaware he did it.

So how do you know he did?

Because I saw him.

Oh, I see.

Right, so this accident happened near the hospital, did it?

No, out on the moors.

I'm not quite following this.

Were there any witnesses, sir?

A district nurse came along. I'm not sure she actually saw it happen.

So, your word against his, then?

Look, I know Arthur Chilton. Might I suggest that when he's discharged, I

quiet word with him?

By the way he drove, do you think a...

A quiet word is enough.

Well, let's see where we get with that before we take any further action, shall

we?

Thank you, sir.

Yeah, Terry Bishop runs a sawmill.

Hard -working chap.

We all felt for him when he lost his only son.

But you took his threat against the teacher seriously?

Oh, you had to. He got steaming drunk, went round to Foreman's house, banged on

the door, threatened to kill him.

Did you think he meant it?

He couldn't take a chance. We put him in the cells for the night to sleep it

off.

Foreman didn't press any charges.

He said the family had suffered enough.

Right. Thanks for that, Oscar.

Oh, Carol wasn't around when I finished work. I thought she might be in here.

I haven't seen her, have you?

You've taken quite a shine for our district nurse, haven't you?

Colburn's death was caused by a single gunshot to the head. The bullet

definitely came from the gun we found by his hand.

So, what's the problem?

It was fired from a range of over two feet from his head.

Exactly.

After that post -mortem, I just want to make sure we

haven't missed anything.

No sign of any breaking upstairs.

How about down here?

No.

The only recent prints on the gun were his.

No sign of anyone else being involved.

Hang on, Sarge.

I think we might have missed something.

He's writing with his left hand.

We find him with the gun by his right.

49 years ago, Arthur carried me over that doorstep.

It's the only home we've ever known.

Golden wedding next year, then.

We really want to celebrate it here.

But now, with my poorly leg and Arthur getting accident prone, we might be

forced to move.

I don't think I could bear it.

What other accidents has he had? I think it's because he's been worried about

me. He's got a bit clumsy lately.

He keeps bumping into things.

Oh, left -handed.

Definitely. I can picture Neil now. He was left -handed.

The father of the pupil who died, Terry Bishop, had he had any recent contact

with Mr Foreman?

Not that I was aware of, no.

Did he mention an incident in which his car was vandalised?

Oh, well, I knew about it.

Arrangements were made for Neil to be given a lift in by another member of

while his car was being repaired.

Did he talk about it? About who he thought might have done it?

No. No, he's quite tightly dependent.

I close the pub till this evening.

So I'll be with you all morning and close beside you in the church.

You'll get through this, you'll see.

Thanks, Oscar.

You're a good man.

Well done, PC Weatherby.

I'm sure everyone will be glad to see you there.

I hope you're right.

Can I have a word?

I'll see you at the church.

I talked to his neighbours again.

One of them now remembers a dark blue car parked near his cottage the night

before he died. Had a J in the registration.

Go on.

The man seen arguing on his doorstep after his car had been vandalised. He

the description I have of Terry Bishop.

But if there was foul play, how did Terry Bishop get hold of the key to the

school armoury to get the pistol?

I thought about that.

Maybe after his car had been vandalised, he took the weapon home for protection.

Bishop took it off him, used it on him.

It's possible.

I think we'd better speak to Terry Bishop.

After the funeral.

I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet he shall live.

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

I first met Phil Bellamy as a young police constable,

doing the job he loved, being a copper.

He served under me when I was station sergeant at Ashfordly.

He was one of my lads.

Unlike so many ordinary coppers who serve the public,

He was one of those unclogged heroes.

Well, today, we think for him.

Today, we salute his dedication, his courage,

his heroism.

his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust

to dust, in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life.

No idea when I saw him last. Why?

He's been found dead.

We think he may have shot himself.

Well, well.

Finally done the decent thing, has he?

Decent thing?

He killed my lad.

When you send your kids on a school trip, you rely on teachers to look after

them. Your son's death was proof to be an accident, wasn't it? That or a

whitewashing. The school hired some smart -ass lawyer to make sure they came

blameless.

Foreman killed my lad.

They should never be near a swollen river.

I'm glad he's dead.

My only regret is I didn't pull the trigger myself.

Can we return to the question of when you last saw him?

Told you, no idea.

Years ago.

Well, that's not true, is it?

What do you mean?

One of Mr Foreman's neighbours said he saw a man closely fitting your

description arguing with him on his doorstep a few weeks back.

Not me, mate.

We can set up an identification parade, Mr Bishop.

Mr Foreman's car had been attacked a couple of days before that sighting with

sledgehammer.

What do you know about that?

Have either of you got kids?

Can you imagine what it's like to lose a child?

Your only son.

I think we'd like you to come with us to the station.

Preferably voluntarily.

As these things go, it went as well as could be expected.

Well done, Bernie.

Thanks, Tom.

I think Gina stood up to it very well.

I mean, I think Mr Bellamy would be very proud of her.

Yeah, he would indeed.

Made of the right stuff, Gina.

Well, there's, uh...

No rush, Gina. Just take your time.

What do you decide? It's all right with me.

I can still see him stood there at the bar with his pint.

Memories here are too painful, Oscar.

I've decided I'm going to go back to Liverpool.

Really?

I need to make a clean break from the past.

All my family are there.

I've started making plans.

Popped in to see Arthur.

He seems to have recovered well.

Be free to go home tomorrow, I should think.

You know, he's very grateful for the prompt action you took.

The police intend to have a word with him about his driving.

I have my doubts that he should be on the road at all.

This might seem a bit... Look, can we meet to have a chat about this? When

you're not so busy.

For a drink or something?

Sure. Why not?

All right.

I'd had a drink and I took a sledgehammer to his car.

You're admitting you did that?

He wasn't at home.

Otherwise he'd have had his head caved in.

You admit you'd have killed him had he been there that day?

I was drunk.

A couple of days later when I was sober I went back there to tell him how I felt

after ten years of hell.

You didn't use violence against him on that occasion?

No.

I just told him what I thought.

If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't have needed a gun.

I'd have used my bare hands.

The time of death was around 9 .30 on the evening before the body was found.

Where were you at that time?

At home.

I rarely go out.

Did anyone verify that?

My wife.

We'll have to interview her.

Check your story.

That's all for now.

Well, I wouldn't have Terry Bishop down as a cold -blooded killer.

Mind you, after a few drinks, maybe.

Right. Thanks, Oscar.

My instinct is it wasn't him.

Which brings us back to suicide.

I'll obviously be checking his alibi.

What is it with that woman and the effect she has on all the uniform

constabulary around here?

Sorry?

Nothing.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Oscar, who's that car holds me to?

I've no idea.

He's a good -looking bloke, though, isn't he?

Maybe it's her boyfriend.

Good you could meet me, Dr Oakley.

Chris. My name's Chris.

Thanks. I'm Carol.

Suits you.

You look like a Carol.

Anyway,

I think Arthur's a bit distracted lately.

His wife's not been well.

It was probably just lapsing concentration.

That could have been fatal.

If he loses his licence, they'll have to move from the house they've been living

in for nigh on 50 years.

That would be a shame.

Let me get you a drink.

Morning, Sergeant.

Morning.

Bishop's wife says he was at home when Foreman died.

Well, she's his wife.

She might be protecting him.

The neighbour was round there as well. She'd confirmed he was at his house at

the time of death.

I see.

The car that was spotted at Foreman's was blue, a J in the red.

Bishop's is white.

No J.

He didn't kill him, Joe.

It was suicide.

There's still something odd about it, though.

No note left. The range he was shot from. The gun by the wrong hand.

I'm not convinced.

Well, I'm the one who needs to be convinced.

I think this case is pretty well wrapped up.

I won't be requiring PC Mason any longer.

He's been discharged, just getting dressed.

Oh, great. I'll take him home, make sure him and his wife are settled.

I enjoyed last night.

Nice pub.

Yeah.

And nice company.

You wanted to see me, Sergeant?

Yes, it seemed that Foreman had an uncle in Herefordshire. We need his address.

Go back to the cottage, look for address books, letters from the uncle, anything

that might help.

Right, Sergeant.

I'm really sorry I might have caused you serious injury.

Nurse Cassidy tells me you've been a bit distracted lately, with your wife being

ill. Aye, she's a bit of a worry.

Yes, she is.

You ready, then?

Oh, Nurse Cassidy.

Hang on.

You didn't recognise it was her until she was right here, did you?

What? When was the last time you had your eyes tested?

Tested?

Well, I've never had them tested.

Where did you get your glasses from, then?

Ashfordly Marky. Second unsold.

Couple of year bucks.

Control receiving. Go ahead, Joe. Over.

Alf, I need you to get a message to D .S. Dawson. I'm at Foreman's cottage.

I found evidence to suggest that we might have a murder suspect after all.

Foreman was compiling a file on Anthony Barlow, the headmaster.

He'd done extensive research.

Into what?

Barlow's background in teaching.

He systematically worked his way through his CV, previous skills,

qualifications, etc.

Why would he do that?

It's clear from his diary.

Foreman was furious that Barlow was appointed headmaster over him when the

vacancy came up last year.

But Foreman wouldn't have been considered a suitable candidate, would

his depression?

No. And his diary entries show that he resented the fact that he was overlooked

because of his past.

So out of jealousy, he delved into Barlow's past.

He doesn't appear to have found much.

Seems Barlow's had an unblemished career.

Yeah, it seems that way.

In over 20 years of teaching, he achieved genuine success.

But Foreman eventually found a skeleton in his cupboard.

And it's a big one.

Anthony Barlow has no actual training in teaching.

He lied about his qualifications to get his first job.

He's a self -taught mathematician.

Everything he learned was from the prison library while he was serving time

larceny.

It's the police again, Anthony. They need to speak to you.

In private, please, Mrs Barlow.

Oh, right.

Mr Barlow, were you aware that Neil Foreman had been conducting an

into your past?

My colleague tested it, I.

Arthur's problem with blurred vision is straightforward myopia.

Is he very short -sighted? Nothing like proper prescription glasses. He

shouldn't be able to correct, I gather.

So the ones he's been wearing... Are totally useless.

If anything, they'd be making seeing even harder.

So, presumably, if he gets the proper pair, he should be safe to drive again.

I imagine so, yes.

He's been rather stupid, but... I'll let Miller give him a ticking off and leave

it at that.

Thanks, Chris.

I really appreciate it.

Enough to have another drink with me?

Yeah. Why not?

Mr Foreman's research indicates that you lied about your qualifications on your

first teaching application.

All right, look, it's the only time in my entire career that I've lied. But you

were, in fact, a convicted criminal with no formal qualifications.

Oh, my...

It

was just after the war.

I was a young ex -soldier with no prospects.

The only work I could find was as a clerk. The pay was very poor.

I stole from the office safe.

I was caught, convicted, paid the price.

While I was inside, I swore I'd make something of myself.

I studied the prison library.

I'd always been good at maths, and now I found out that I was good at teaching

as well, you know, other prisoners.

On release, I knew that I would never be trusted to teach children, so...

Yes, I lied to get a foothold in the profession.

Did Mr Foreman confront you with his findings?

Yes, yes.

He said, unlike me, he was still paying the price for his past, but unlike me,

he wasn't a criminal.

Yes, I had been made a headmaster and he never would be. He said it was unjust.

Did he blackmail you?

No, no, he didn't want any money. He just wanted me to know that...

He had the ability to ruin my professional life.

I don't believe at heart he was a vindictive man.

And sadly, in his last depression, he chose to end his own life instead.

I'm sorry, but we're no longer convinced that's what happened.

Oh, my God, you think I killed... No, no, absolutely not!

There's a dark blue saloon car in your staff car park with the registration

JHT476D. Who does that belong to? It's mine. Why?

Anthony Barlow. I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

What's going on?

I think I killed Neil.

What?

Mr Foreman died at around 9 .30pm on the night before his body was found.

Did you visit Neil Foreman at his home that night? No, absolutely not. Look, I

can seem to clear this up. It couldn't have been me.

My neighbour saw a car, same model as yours, same colour, with a G on the reg,

which yours has, parked outside his cottage. Well, it wasn't mine. Where

you that evening?

I had a meeting at the school until around 8 .30. Then I walked into

Village to see someone about a forthcoming event at the school. I was

till gone 10 .15.

Who did you go to see?

The vicar.

Ask him.

When was the last time you had a breath of fresh air, hmm?

What do you say we drive on to the Moors?

Take a stroll.

He confirms that Barlow was with him from quarter to nine until 10 .15.

Members of his family, he was at a school meeting until 8 .30.

So he couldn't possibly have been at the cottage at the time Foreman was shot?

No.

The vicar said he gave him a lift home.

Barlow said he walked into Brassington Village.

Why didn't he use his car?

Shirley said she needed it to visit a friend in Strensfield.

Going somewhere, Mrs Barlow?

You see, my husband and Neil Foreman both made mistakes in life.

But Anthony worked very, very hard to make amends for his.

But Neil Foreman, on the other hand, was just forever wallowing in guilt, full

of bitterness and self -pity.

Did you kill him?

Look, once he'd uncovered Anthony's part, he had the power to wreck our

Now, Anthony said that he wouldn't, but Neil Foreman was unstable.

Now, how could anyone trust him? It was our lives or his.

Are you admitting you killed him?

Hmm.

Hmm. I got the gun from the armory.

Had no problem being let into his house.

And... Made it look like suicide.

Did your husband know you went to see Mr Foreman that evening?

No, no, no, no. He hadn't a clue. No.

No, Anthony is spineless when it comes to making hard decisions.

You've no idea how weak he is.

I practically ran that school as far as discipline, school matters were

concerned.

Anything tough needed doing, I did it. Like I did this.

and all I did, I suppose, was... kill one feeble man...

for the sake of another.

She loved me very much.

Admired me.

Love must have driven her to this.

All she succeeded in doing was killing a very decent man and destroying

everything that we had.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Yes, am I?

Grab a word, Sergeant.

Yes, yes, of course.

You think he's going to stay?

When you live in a small community, people you know and you like, they do

sort of become your family.

They support you in good times, bad times.

The place where you live is so important.

You know, these moors have been the backdrop of my life for more years than

care to remember.

Sometimes they're bleak, inhospitable.

Other times, in the sunlight, they're magnificent.

But whenever I come up here, I always get this strong feeling that

this is my home.

This is where I belong.

I'm not sure that I do.

Not anymore.

Hello? Tina, love.

Peggy?

I was in such a dark mood when I heard about Mr Bellamy.

I wanted to commit a murder myself.

And...

David's house, it was too small.

I wanted to scream and shout.

Anyway, I took myself off to the woods.

I don't know what I was looking for.

Answers, I don't know.

Anyway, I went wood and I was sitting under a tree.

It was evening time.

And it started to drizzle.

You know, the sort of rain that makes the earth smell alive.

And I looked all around me, and I saw it. It was there, everywhere.

Every insect, every bird in flight.

I looked, and everywhere was life.

And there was raindrops dripping down my nose, but...

It was comforting to be reminded that life goes on.

Gina.

It does go on.

Thank you, Peg.

It's funny.

You in the woods thinking about life.

You with Biddy in there poaching.

Oh, I've done a bit of that and all.

Here, I've got a couple of rabbits for you here.

I'd make a nice rabbit pie, asking them a goody for you, if you like.

Most of the people in here were friends of Phil's, weren't they?

Aye.

And they could be friends of yours, given time.

Do you know if Mrs Bellamy will be in tonight?

Well, she may do the odd night.

I've left it up to her.

Any road, Joe.

Ten out of ten for persistence.

You always reckoned that it wasn't suicide.

Yeah, that's right.

You all right, Joe?

You seem a bit down.

Yeah, I'm fine.

When he gets his new glasses, as well as being able to drive safely, Arthur will

have another bonus.

And what's that?

He'll be able to see how attractive his wife's district nurse is.

Thank you, Father.

No coups here.

Gina.

Well, it's nice to see you.

Like I said, I don't want to stare at the four walls any more.

Yeah, she prefers to be in here, serving you lot.

I've let Sergeant Miller know I'm going to stay at Ashfordly.

I'm going to move to a B &B until my wife and kids get here.

I hope that's OK with you, Mrs Bellamy.

Yeah, of course it is.

While I'm still here, I'll be happy to serve you in my pub any time.

Thanks.

Oh.

Good to see you.

Glad you came.

Yeah.

Life goes on, as they say.

Right.

Who's next?

Do you make a habit of this?

Bringing widows on dirty weekends.

You didn't tell me you had a bit on the side.

What are you on about?

It's my brother -in -law to a team. What on earth's going on? Why are you in

fancy dress?

We're on the job.

Are you a friend of his? Yes.

Good job.