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

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

Take care.

The mark of the devil, you see.

He seeks the blood of the innocent.

I reckon if you car paint, you can buy it in spray cans now. Vandals love it.

But look at the emoji.

The symbol of Christ impaled.

Looks more like a bit of straw to me.

What if we've been targeted?

I've read about it.

Followers of the dark arts are always looking for a quiet rural church where

they can hold a black mass.

Yeah, I think you probably have been targeted. Most likely by some scooter

from Whitby. They've been seen spray painting recently.

Then why do I feel an evil presence?

Yeah, they can be evil little so -and -sos.

But don't you worry, Vicar.

We'll catch them.

It's just lying in the road.

I kept thinking, this could have been deeper.

Has he got an address on the collar?

Belongs to the Carters in Brock Lane.

They can't be bothered to walk it, so they just let it out. This must have

happened last night.

I'd better let the owners know.

Unlikely we'll find out who did it.

It might be worth your while taking a trip to the hall.

Lord Ashfordly. I thought he was a dog lover. Yeah, he's got his godson staying

with him. A right flash, Harry. He was in the pub last night knocking back the

whiskies. He drives around in this fancy sports car.

Do we have a problem, Mason?

I'm not sure, my lord.

There was a dog run over last night.

Not far from here.

Right.

You'd better come inside.

This is Charles Enderley, my godson, Constable Mason.

Morning.

I gather that's your car outside, Mr Enderley.

It's a nasty dent in the wing.

What happened?

I really couldn't say.

Look, it was dark.

A dog ran straight in front of me. There was nothing I could do.

Honestly, Charlie, it wasn't my fault. If you run over a dog, it's an offence

not to report the matter to the police.

I'm telling you now.

Well, were you drunk?

Jazz, let me have a word with Constable Mason. One day you'll find coffee in the

kitchen.

I'm not going to make excuses for him, Constable. He probably was drunk.

Probably.

Chas's parents were very good friends of mine.

Died when he was four years old. Since then, Chas has been like a son to me.

His life?

Well, he's been having a few problems lately.

That's why he's here, to rest and recuperate.

Well, under the circumstances, I'm prepared to issue a caution.

Try a decent of you.

As for the dog?

Oh, Chas will make reparations to the owners. I'll see to that.

You see to it that he doesn't drink and drive as well.

If I catch him, I'll make him.

Whatever the Reverend John Peggedy says needs to be taken with a pinch of salt.

Well, it all sounds a bit spooky to me.

So what about my dinner party? Are you going to come?

Carol, look, I'm not really sure. Oh, I know, but it would be a special favour

to me.

Chris has invited these people from the hospital and I'm not the greatest cook

in the world.

I'm worried I'll get myself in a bit of a mess.

Well, I suppose I could make a dessert and bring it over beforehand.

Look, I don't want to stay. I knew you wouldn't let me down.

About seven?

Well, that's if Oscar can manage.

Don't worry.

I'll manage.

And the dog was black.

You know, like the hounds of Satan.

They come first, you know.

I mean, that's why Mrs Frost... David, what are you on about?

You know, goings -on.

When the vicar... The vicar?

I haven't come across one of them yet that hasn't had his hand in the

plate. That's not a very charitable view, Mrs Armstrong.

Yeah, well, charity begins at home.

Now, let's be having you.

I've got to lift a mile long and I want to be finished before dinner time.

Er, no, I'm sorry, I can't.

What?

Right, I'm off.

Here we go.

Hey, what's going on?

I've just promised to look after the garage for Mr Scripps.

What?

Association of Funeral Directors Annual Conference.

We're in Skegness this year.

I hear it's very bracing. I'm putting in an extra pullover.

He can't! I need him!

Oh, Peggy, I've promised.

Sorry, Peggy. See you next Tuesday.

And how am I supposed to manage?

And don't forget what I told you, David.

Toodle -oo!

I suppose you're pleased with yourself.

How much is he paying, you think? Oh, Peggy, I wouldn't dream... No, you

wouldn't. That's the trouble with you.

Peggy, that'll be five... On tick, love.

Ah, no, no. Mr Scripps, he said.

Absolutely no tick.

Especially not for that.

As far as I'm concerned, all the talk of Satanism is nonsense.

If a church door is vandalised, that spells hooligans with pots of paint.

Or spray cans.

We've had a report of another dog run over. And if dogs are getting run over,

that spells dangerous, probably drunken drivers. There's a lot of gothic, you

know, Sergeant, about funny goings -on.

It doesn't help that the vicar himself is stirring things up. Let's stick to

facts, shall we?

I'm not superstitious, Miss Alf, but the roots of these old religions do go deep

in these country areas. Don't you start, Alf.

I want to clamp down on motoring offences.

I want Scooter Lads and any other likely hooligans.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get out there.

So, I said to him, sorry, old chap, but you either pull your trousers down for

me or I'll get Matron to do it.

You made that up.

No, no, no, no, no. It's true.

You should have seen the size of it.

Oh, hey.

OK, so you can come on a little bit of a roll.

Give me the name of the Lord.

Robinson. OK, so, Lord Robinson.

All this hospital humour, I'm a bit childish to an outsider.

I've heard me fair share a blue joke.

Running a pub.

Oh, so they've sold you in about me, have they?

Not really.

They did tell me about your bereavement.

Well, I suppose everyone has to be warned in case I break down or get drunk

embarrassing. Well, I'm all in favour of drunk and embarrassing.

If you fancy giving it a go, count me in.

You don't strike me as a typical doctor.

Maybe that's because I'm a shrink.

Most doctors think psychiatry's a bit of a cop -out for those too soft to get

their hands dirty.

Right. I get it.

They think I need help.

No, no, no. Gina, you've got the wrong end of the stick.

I just arrived at the hospital. I don't know anyone. Chris took pity and invited

me around.

It's the truth. I promise.

One

of

the dogs up at the hall just had a litter.

Perfect. I'll get my jacket.

You must be Gina's father.

Get again, sonny.

Paul Hammond. I work at the hospital.

She's inside.

Poor old Charlie.

He's done his best.

I spent my childhood in a series of grim but expensive boarding schools, and it

was probably the music that saved me.

Which bands were you in?

Oh, nothing any good.

I was a rubbish guitarist. I had a good ear, though.

I worked in promotions for a while, then went across to the States and went...

Spike Adelio came swinging into London. I came with him.

Managed a couple of bands, probably none of the hardest.

Try me.

Hounds of Satan.

They were great.

I bought the album.

Whatever happened to them?

No, no. It was a long story.

Ended badly, like most things.

There's been some revolutionary work going on in the bereavement field.

And I thought this might help.

I don't see how reading a book is going to help me get over Phil.

You know, we're too buttoned up in this country.

They pop a lip, soldier on.

Other cultures have elaborate grieving rituals.

Some even use hallucinogenic drugs. In Mexico, they have a day of the dead.

Oh, that sounds a battle of laughs.

Well, I thought opening things up a bit might help. Look, I don't need a shrink,

okay?

I've got a lot of good friends.

I have the odd gin and tonic, yeah.

And I get on with it. I'm not trying to be shrink.

I hoped I might qualify as a potential friend.

Anyway, here's my number, if you should ever need it.

And I hope to see you around.

Now, which one of you would like this?

Put your hand on the back.

Hold it tight.

Two drunk drivers.

Breathalyze them as soon as they drove out the pub car park.

Well done, Weatherby.

I didn't actually make any arrests.

But I stood outside the pub and advised people not to drink... You've got to

wait for them to cross the line, then you nab them.

Surely preventing accidents is better than letting them happen.

All right, I didn't ask for a ruddy debate.

I don't know what you're smirking at, Mason.

Ashfordly Police. Have you collared those scooter lads yet?

I haven't really had the chance.

Sorry, Sarge, it's the vicar from Eltering. He's asking for Mason. He

bit upset.

I told you we'd be targeted.

Would you listen?

Just try and calm down, vicar.

There he is.

Like a wild animal.

Oh, Nick.

God knows what I've... No. No.

No.

No. No.

Josh. I got you.

He's in some kind of psychotic state.

Has he been attacked?

He certainly bashed his head, but I wouldn't say that was the cause.

We'll know more when we get the test results back.

Could this be self -inflicted?

He does have a history of drug addiction.

It could certainly be drug -induced.

I'm not sure about self -inflicted.

Even if he did take something himself, it doesn't explain how he ended up in

such a mess.

Oh, you'd be surprised, Mason. He's been picked out of the gutter more times

than I care to remember.

This is my colleague, Dr Hammond. He's a psychiatrist.

I've asked him to assess his mental state.

So what's your theory then, Dr Hammond?

He's obviously out of his mind, but what caused it?

Most of us are out of our mind at some point or another, Sergeant.

We just don't like to admit it.

Is this drug -induced?

Possibly.

Can't you tell us any more?

Not yet.

Not really.

The human mind is fragile.

It takes time and patience to unravel its mysteries.

Right. Well, when you've sorted your idea, that perhaps you'll let us know.

Of course, Sergeant.

We'll be in touch.

Bloody doctors.

God, Ashfordly, he's God's son.

He'd seen the devil and they took him off to hospital in an ambulance.

I knew no good had come out of you minding that garage.

You spend all your time gossiping.

If it can happen to the likes of him, it can happen to any of us. There's not a

thing he can do about it.

Well, that's where you're wrong, David.

A posy of orthone.

It's an old country remedy for warding off the devil.

We've got tons of that in our backyard.

Really?

Well, that's lucky then, isn't it?

Orthone?

Do you know what Chas was in the habit of taking?

Pretty much anything he could get his hands on, I gather.

But it's this LSD stuff that sent him off his rock at this time.

If he was back on the drugs, where was he getting them from?

I've no idea.

I've searched this room, top to bottom, been through all these things, the car,

the lot.

All I found was a bottle of whiskey.

About a right morning of it.

Half a mile later, they're convinced the whole village has been taken over by a

coven of witches.

Fancy some lunch?

Tina?

Hey, come here.

We'll get easier.

I promise you.

I went to the doctor's last week.

If he's wanted to put you on to medication, frankly, I'd say no.

Grief is a natural process. It has to play itself out.

I had a letter this morning.

It says I'm pregnant.

I'm going to have a little baby.

That's wonderful news.

Is it?

I telephoned

the bishop this morning.

We're going to need an exorcist.

Vicar, I think it's very important that we don't overreact.

Sergeant, this is a battle for souls.

Look at what they did to that poor boy.

It remains to be seen just exactly what was done to him and by whom.

I'm so sorry, Sergeant.

Looks like you've got a few problems.

Bleaks like a sieve.

The congregation's dwindled to nothing as a result.

Until we can get a clearer picture of what happened here, I think you'd better

keep the church locked.

I don't intend to give in to the forces of evil and simply creep away.

Neither do I.

Now, I know it might be tempting to use this to drum up a bit of business. I'm

sure I don't know what you mean. I think we'd better all keep quiet until we're

in full possession of the facts.

Agreed?

I suppose this is Peggy's idea.

It'll be awful.

It's poor Flippy Nightmaking, then.

Anyway. I reckon it works.

You sold any?

Given a couple away.

Right, I'll be here at six o 'clock.

Thanks,

David.

The car's a bit of a mess.

Shall I tell you what? I'm not doing much this morning. Shall I give it a

for you?

You're a good one, aren't you?

Thanks, David.

I'll leave it with you.

It must have happened last night.

You didn't hear anything.

I really think Sergeant Miller should be treated this more seriously.

Funny that.

Just... The one rule picked out from all the others.

The only good news on the horizon is that we're finally getting our roof

Hound of Satan?

It's the band that Chaz Enderley used to manage.

I'm hardly surprised he's turned out like he has.

All these long -haired rockers. I can't stand them.

You'll have to go a long way to beat Elvis.

Look at the picture search.

A row of headstones daubed in red paint, just like an altering churchyard.

Maybe he is our vandal, then. Except that the vandalism happened last night,

Chad was still in hospital.

David, what are you playing at?

Washing Gina's car.

I can see that. Is she paying you?

Look, I couldn't charge her.

She looks so down in the dumps, I thought I just might cheer up a bit or

And what about me posies? Have you sold any?

Two. I gave Mrs Frost one for free because she hasn't got much.

Oh, what am I going to do with you?

I'm trying me best.

All you ever do is have a go at me.

If you will make ridiculous promises to Bernie Scripps.

Have you come down from the rafters yet?

I've had worse trips.

Do you remember this?

What's going on, mate?

You can't fool me.

You're in it with the rest of them. Ben?

Who's Ben?

They're out to get me.

Someone's done exactly the same as this to the graves in the Eltring churchyard.

Who chats?

And why?

It's a bit quieter in here.

Thanks for inviting me.

You've been crying.

Which is good.

The slightest thing seems to set me off.

Like what?

I don't know.

When we first lose someone, we can't get them out of our head, but in time...

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Everyone keeps telling me that.

You're very angry with him, aren't you?

I'd like to give him a piece of me mind for leaving us in the lurch like this.

What?

Is it?

You're not pregnant by any chance, are you?

No.

No, of course I'm not.

Do you know, I can understand why you'd want to keep it quiet, but I'm probably

the one person around here you can talk to in complete confidence.

No one else knows.

It's a hard one.

Do you want to have a baby?

How can I?

I'm just about holding myself together.

I just can't seem to stop crying.

If I was to put my doctor's hat on just for a minute, the obvious question would

be, do you want to have a termination?

No.

I don't know.

But all people... It doesn't matter what people think.

Your life has to go on.

You have to do what's best for you.

Frankly, no one else needs to know.

We're all just an experiment to him.

And it's under a microscope.

Who are you talking about?

Sounds to pluck out our brain. See what makes us tick.

Do you mean Dr Hammond?

I'm not paranoid.

They're out there just biding their time.

Who is?

It's just a wake -up call.

Look, I can only help you if you tell me what this is all about.

I can't stay here. I can't stay here any longer. I've got to get out. I'll be

safer here than you would be anywhere else.

Look, I'm not saying I don't deserve it.

I'm just making it all right out of my headstone.

And I'm sorry.

I'm really, really, really sorry.

Oh, you see, John, what you do is you take out the black disc inside, you put

on the turntable, you play it. It's called a record.

No kidding.

They'll make a detective out of you, yeah.

As to what's on the record, in this case, I don't think we can call this

I think you've been a bit judgmental there, Don.

You see, I don't think that popular music begins and ends with Elvis

you know.

Are you looking for a fight, boy?

Get off, you daft ape.

Get off! If you two are short of a job, I can soon find you something. No,

Sarge. Sorry, Sarge. Right, test results have come through from the hospital on

Chad Anderley. It seems like he's taken a massive overdose of LSD in tablet

form. They're surprised it didn't kill him. Well, that still doesn't tell us if

it was self -inflicted.

We have to rely on the good Dr. Hammond for that.

Go on.

Uh -huh.

Thank you very much.

I can't say for sure what actually happened, but I can only theorise.

But given Chatterley's history, I'd say the LSD was self -administered.

He's denied that to me.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

No drug addict is going to tell the police the truth, are they?

There have been incidents of vandalism at the church. Could he be responsible?

Acting out satanic fantasies is certainly possible behaviour, but yet

I can give you is an opinion.

He thinks that someone's out to get him.

Yes, well, paranoia is British standard, too.

He thinks everybody's out to get him.

That, you can be fairly certain, is all in his mind.

Well, thanks for your time, Doctor.

Well, that wraps that up, really.

But the graves at the church were vandalised while he was here.

Which brings us back to the scutellads.

Mason, we don't want to go looking for Crownsweather Arnon.

It's clear he did this to himself.

Let's get the scutellads before they do any more damage.

arranged for you to do some deliveries.

Oh, I can't. I've got to watch the garage. Well, this is paid work, not

Surely you can shut up a shop for this afternoon.

No, I can't. I promise. I've got to finish this. Oh, you are completely

All you're doing is putting money in Bernie Stripp's pocket while he's

off to Skegness.

And what's more, you're washing cars for naught.

Now, that's really unfair.

A promise is a promise.

Ah, well done, David.

You're doing a grand job.

Yes, it is.

And you should be paying him.

Lad, don't be grafting for nothing.

You know, for once, she has a point.

Here we are. Take that.

Oh, no, Spider. Now, go on. I insist.

On a good waxing, if you've got the time.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

I had a drink with Paul Hammond last night.

He talked about me having an abortion.

Is that what you want?

It's the trouble. I don't know.

This whole thing of me having a baby.

I can't cope with any of it, Carol.

Don't make any decisions in haste.

It's early days. You've still got a bit of time.

I just keep thinking about Daniel.

I couldn't go through that again.

Just because you lost one baby doesn't mean to say that you'll lose another.

Maybe I owe it to Phil.

He so wanted kids.

It's not about Owen.

It's about your life, now and in the future.

Don't go closing any doors yet, eh?

Sorry, am I, um... No, I'm just going. Only popped in for a chat.

You're about to have your tea.

Tina's been talking to Paul Hammond.

You, er, seeing him professionally?

Well, I might do.

I'd be a bit cautious.

I thought he was a mate of yours.

Well, he is.

Sort of.

He's not making a very good impression at the hospital.

Turns out he's got some pretty peculiar ideas.

Like what?

Well, he's into all this alternative psychiatry.

You know, RD Lang and his mates.

Never heard of him.

He's their guru. He thinks that it's societies and families that are mad, not

the acts of patience.

Well, I like Paul.

He's easy to talk to.

Well, a lot of it's just gossip.

I thought it was only fair to warn you. Well, I've had a lot of people gossip

about me and my time. Usually it's small -minded rubbish.

See you, Carol.

Useless, am I?

My show.

I'm glad you came.

I just don't know what to do.

I can't think straight.

You've got to let go, Gina.

Let go of your dead husband.

Let him to rest.

I'm not sure I want to.

I'm not sure I can.

Life throws these things at us.

It's my job to help people find a way through.

And frankly, psychiatry has not been too good at that in the past.

I've heard you've got some nutty ideas.

That is the general consensus.

However, I don't think any doctor has the right answer for things like this.

We just pretend we know it all.

I've met a few of them.

However, I can tell you what has worked for patients in the past.

And for me personally, if you like.

You're in pain.

You take an aspirin.

Modern medicine is all about chemical intervention.

When my father died, I dropped a little acid.

What do you mean, LFD?

It's not as outlandish as it sounds.

Sometimes, escaping the constraints of the conscious mind can be the best route

to healing.

It's like taking a little holiday.

I couldn't take drugs.

Phil had never forgiven me. Well, that's the problem, isn't it, Gina?

He's still here.

I don't want to get out of my head on drugs to forget him.

Where would that leave me?

A new beginning.

Look, I'm sorry, Paul.

I know you're only trying to help, but I'm not like you.

No -one says you have to be.

I've used drug therapies with a lot of patients.

I've had some good results.

But if it's not for you... No.

No, it's not.

Thanks anyway.

I'll see you around, eh?

What's all this then?

You see, I'm not useless.

David, I never said... Oh, you did.

Eh?

Not bad.

I've got these two waiting.

I've got another two coming back later on.

You know, if you felt like it, you could pitch in and lend a hand. I could do

with it.

David, I don't think you need me.

Baby, on it, baby.

Don't say maybe it's me.

Hiya. Hiya.

I reckon I owe Chris an apology.

He was right about Paul Hammond.

Why? What's happened?

He tried to talk me into taking LFD to help me get over Phil.

He offered you drugs?

Yeah, but I think he was only trying to help.

Oh, Gina, you're too trusting. Get in.

Someone decided to drink a bottle of whiskey for breakfast. That's what

happened.

Look, it was the brakes, all right? I tried to get out of the way of the bus,

but nothing happened.

It's the truth.

Can you see anything?

Yep.

The brakes have been cut.

You all right? Why did you drive off like that? I'm sorry, Charlie, I... Of

course you're a wagon load of trouble over the years, haven't I?

We're waiting for the police surgeon.

He was breathalysed over the limit, so we need a blood sample.

I don't understand why you just up and left.

I had to get away.

We think the brakes in this car might have been tampered with.

We're having it properly checked out.

This was deliberate?

I mean, who would do such a thing?

I was just asking Chas that. Look.

The doc was right. I'm paranoid, so why don't you just book me for drunken

driving and put me in a cell or something.

Right.

Sixpence a car.

That's what I'm paying.

What's going on?

Well, he said you needed help.

Well, here it is.

Come on, you lot, get stuck in.

That's right.

No, we're going to charge a bob a car.

Pay the kids off and we make 50 % profit.

What's all this wee? Whether you like it or not, my entrepreneurial skills have

just transformed this little enterprise.

Shut up.

Look, this is my car wash. I thought of it. And I've just made it profitable.

Brain brawn.

Division of labour, they call it.

Oi! This is serious stuff.

Now, no mucking about or you'll have to answer to the boss here.

Gina Bellamy reckons you offered her LSD, Dr Hammond.

Is that correct?

Gina is a recently bereaved woman.

I was trying to help her.

By giving her drugs?

That's what doctors do, Sergeant. They prescribe remedies and cures.

LSD is not a regular medicine, though, is it, Doctor? You're familiar with its

pharmacology, are you? I'm not a university -educated man like you,

Perhaps that's why I find your notions hard to follow.

On the one hand, you are treating Chaz Enderley, who practically killed himself

with an overdose of LSD.

That is a completely different situation.

And on the other hand, you advise Gina to take the stuff.

Chaz is an addict.

And if you had your way, Gina could become one.

That is complete nonsense. I must advise you, Doctor, that we are actively

investigating the possibility that someone is out to harm Chas Enderley. He

not just paranoid. I gave a medical opinion based on the facts available to

I've done nothing wrong.

I think this conversation is over.

You've made a decision, then?

Yeah. I don't know how I'm going to manage, but...

I could never have an abortion.

I don't know why I even considered it.

You were desperate.

I think you've made the right decision.

Yeah, so do I.

It's going to be hard without him, but he's left me with an unexpected gift.

And I realise that now.

I'm releasing you on section 38.

Bail pending the results of your blood test.

In view of the suspicious circumstances involving your car, I suggest you go

back to Ashfordly Hall and stay there until this matter is resolved.

If you have any idea who might want to cause you any harm... I'll let you know,

OK?

He knows.

He's just not saying.

Doesn't exactly give as much to work on, does it?

My money's on that dodgy doctor.

Get on the phone.

See where you can find out about his background.

I don't see what motive Dr Hammond could have to harm Chas Enderley.

Well, if you've got any other ideas, let me know.

And why Eltring Church?

Surely Ashfordly Hall is an Aidensfield parish?

Well, they've certainly had their fair share of problems over at Eltring.

I mean, the congregation's down to nothing.

Yeah, the vicar told us that.

So how come he can afford a new roof all of a sudden?

Can I get you anything?

A large Scot wouldn't go, miss.

Just kidding.

Look, I just wanted to get your health back. I'd never forgive myself if

anything happened to you.

I'm sorry I turned out to be such a disappointment.

Don't talk rot.

Anyway, I'm off to the village. I'll see you later, all right?

Ah, uh, Constable Mason.

This isn't really a very good time. I, uh, I have an elderly parishioner with

me, recently bereaved, and, uh... Where did you get the money for the roof from,

Vicar? Well, I, uh... You don't mind if I come in?

Guilty conscience.

I think it's time you told me the truth, don't you?

I didn't realise how far they planned to go.

I did it for the church.

Is this who you were talking about?

The hounds of Satan?

I caught them with these blasted cans of paint.

I know I should have called the police then.

Why didn't you? They apologised.

Offered me money to repair the damage.

And for the roof.

It was like the answer to all my prayers.

I honestly thought that would be the end of it. But it wasn't.

I realise I've been a complete fool.

All this rubbish about Satanism and needing an exorcist.

I think you've been more than that.

They told me what.

Enderley had done.

He's a thief.

He ruined their careers.

I persuaded myself that justice was being done.

You found Charles Enderley drugged and left for dead in your own church, and

thought that was justice? I didn't realise that's what they were planning.

They said they just wanted to scare him a bit.

What are you going to do with me?

I feel so ashamed.

God is my witness. I don't know.

I don't know.

But I think they mean to kill him.

I'm begging you, guys.

I'm going to pay you back every penny, I swear.

We've heard it all before, man. You and your promises.

I can get you your money.

We'll make you pay, all right, but not that way.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control, over.

You like acid, man?

We're making a fortune selling it now.

Thought you might like a sample of our wares.

You're really going to love this, H.

Step on my blue suede shoes.

Well, you can do anything but take me over my blue suede shoes.

Well, you can do anything.

Just you hadn't noticed.

You're next.

It would have been easier for us if you'd told us who they were.

Why didn't you come to me, Chas?

Couldn't. I was too ashamed. Am I so unapproachable?

No, no, no.

You don't understand.

I was their manager.

I ripped them off, destroyed their careers just to pay for my drug habit.

Is that what you meant when you said it ended badly?

I suppose they didn't want you to see how low I'd sunk.

All right, that's 15

shillings and six.

There's a lot of cars in one day.

Yeah, I suppose the kids did make some difference.

We've got through a load more cars.

Guess I'm pretty useless on my own.

No, you're not.

Anyway.

50 -50, partner.

Oh, no.

No, it's your car wash.

I don't want... Well, if you insist.

I wanted to say goodbye.

Look, I'm...

Laurie ever got you into trouble?

Being interviewed by the police didn't help, but I think the hospital board had

already decided they didn't like my method.

Well, you did help me see things a lot clearer.

I wasn't trying to turn you into a drug addict, you know. I know that.

Good.

I just want to open all the doors, free the mind.

Well, good luck to you, Paul.

I shall certainly keep on trying.

Cheers.

Here we are.

Thanks, Joe.

Yeah, I'll look at you.

What are you doing with that rubbish?

I'm expanding my musical horizons.

I've not got many LPs, so Joe's given me this on a temporary loan.

He's got loads of records, you know.

Well, what about me?

I could lend you some right tunes.

I don't think he needs any more Perry Como, Don. His mum's got plenty already.

Cheers.

Excuse me, everyone.

Can you all just listen a minute?

I've got an announcement to make.

It's early days, but I want you all to know.

Me and Phil are going to have a baby.

Lord Ashfordly has hired me as his new gamekeeper.

No one knows you're here.

We've kept it watertight.

Tell you what, why don't we go back to my place?

We can have a drink there and catch up on old times.

Stop!