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

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

Because everything's wrong and I ain't right without you.

You got the thing in the blue.

The moon and stars no longer shine.

The dream is gone, I've fallen behind.

There's nothing left for me to do.

I cry over you.

Nothing is ever, ever, ever more like running away.

Why should I go? I couldn't stay without you.

You got me in the blues.

Oh, come on, Walter, lad. Look as if you're enjoying yourself.

I am.

Who would enjoy me all of this with you?

Now, Walter, back again, I see.

Aye.

You had half -glutton for punishment.

What are you doing with that dog on a public service vehicle?

Good to know you've not changed. It's an emergency, Hilda.

The big end on me lorry's gone.

It's marvellous, isn't it?

The roads won't have a whole lot of roads.

Say that again.

You can come out now, Tyler.

Oh, come on.

You're being let off with the caution.

My copper on a Zuma.

Don't tempt me.

Thank you.

He should have been charged.

Now, a couple of hours cooling off in the cells is better than dragging him in

front of the beach, making him a hero.

Let me tell you something, Rowan. That man is a thug.

He's malevolent, violent and utterly antisocial.

A man who's a member of the lifeboat and moorland rescue teams can't be all bad,

Sarge. I'll keep an eye on him.

He'd best do that.

Phil, are you still on for a pint or two later?

Certainly. You best make sure your drinking boots are well davened.

Hello?

Excuse me, I am looking for the Adenfield Arms.

Hop in, I'll drop you off.

Oh, please. I do not wish to be of any trouble.

No trouble.

You can beat her up.

Oh,

come

on, Walter. Shift yourself, lad. I am shifting myself.

It's this rucksack. It's got a life of its own.

Come on, come on. I've got a grave to dig.

Excuse me.

What was that he said?

How could I know? I've got my hands full coping with the vagueness of this

thing. Oh, John.

Come on, Walter.

I didn't want to think we were going to climb Captain Junker.

Well, I'm concerned we are.

Excuse me, I wish to take a room for two or three nights.

Yeah? What's the name?

My name's Dieter Lotzmeier.

Who? I spell it.

D -I -E -T.

Kraut. He are?

Well, here we are then, Walter.

Back again.

That's right, Hilda.

Back again.

George will have our old room done out special for us.

The same old mouse droppings will be there as well.

Sit down.

I'm very sorry.

Who's he running the term?

Does it matter, Hilda?

Does it really matter? Oh.

I just don't know what to do with myself.

I don't know just what to do with myself.

I'm so used to doing everything with

you.

Planning everything for two. And now that we're

through, I just don't know.

Sorry, love.

I should have brought you some fresh ones.

He was my father.

Was he?

Before you, I keep quiet about it.

Yes, but I want only to pay my respects.

Please yourself.

If you want my advice, you'll keep your head down and your mouth shut.

What's going on?

I was just trying to explain to our foreign friend here that it might be one

two people in the village not that ecstatic to see him.

Why? What's all this about, then?

I asked this man if he would show me a grave.

He said he will, and then he... And then he tells me which grave it is he wants

to see.

You sort it out.

I'm going for a pint. I've got some thirsty work to come back to.

George?

Now then, Walter, settled in, have you?

Aye, just about.

The usual, George.

Glucose start for Hilda, pint a mile for me.

Never fair, is it?

You know, I find in a changing world, very comforting.

Very reassuring.

This is the grave I look for.

My father.

He came from Germany.

Why is he buried here?

In the war he was a bomber pilot in a Luftwaffe.

He flew on a radar over England.

His plane crashed.

I never knew how he was killed until last month.

My mother died.

I went through her papers.

What have you been doing, Nick?

I've been waiting ages for you.

I'm sorry, mate. I got delayed.

We're off to the pub if you fancy a good English pint.

Come here.

George. Oh, Walter.

Scotch. Sleep.

I thought you were digging a grave.

I've marked it out. You have to pace yourself, you know.

It's hard work digging graves.

I'm just glad I shall be around when it comes to digging mine.

Anyway, how are you doing? All right?

Oh, so -so.

How long has it you and your missus have been coming here now?

Fifty years to the day.

We come here for our honeymoon night.

Did you?

I wondered where those cracks in the ceiling came from.

Just ignore him, Walter. I think it's very romantic.

Romantic? How do you mean?

You know.

No, I don't.

What's she talking about?

It's women's talk.

Oh, that.

Here we are, Walter.

On the house.

Celebrate your half century.

Oh, thank you very much. I need a better cyanide to celebrate

that. Come along.

You know what? World Cup.

Red out.

Excuse me?

Bridge Walter.

Good pla... Oh, I see.

That's my car.

Oi! Come on.

Oh, me?

That bike's too noisy and you were speeding.

Was a heck of a lake.

This is the last warning. Get that bike seen to.

If I catch you speeding again, you're nicked. All right?

I'm glad he lives in Whitby.

I just told him to keep his head down, you know.

This is him.

I'm off.

What are we drinking then, Dieter?

I shall drink what you drink.

The usual, please.

Have you noticed?

There's a nasty smell suddenly turned up around here.

And what makes you say that, Joseph?

That he's a visitor.

It's free country, you know.

Aye. But we know his dad was.

Aye. That German bomber pilot flew his plane over here during the war.

And we all know what happened then.

Don't we, Tyler?

I will go to my room.

Two minutes, then I'll return and we will drink.

What's wrong with you all?

His father's buried in the church, Charlotte. Anything wrong with that?

It happens, you know.

People die, then they get buried.

There's something you don't know, Nick.

Before he crashed, the pilot dropped a bomb.

Aye. And it landed right on poor old Joe Tyler's house.

He killed him and his Mrs. Stone dead.

The lad wasn't there.

He was stopping with his auntie in Middlesbrough.

You see?

I told you there was a nasty smell round here.

Aye, that's it.

On your feet.

What to do? I'll tell you what to do. I think it's a downright disgrace.

What?

No arguing on your feet.

Or having to sleep the night under the same roof as a German at our age.

Come on.

You're talking rubbish.

No such thing. Some of us have got memories, Walter.

What memories? Sheffield, the Blitz.

Excuse me, please.

Sorry.

Excuse me, please. I wish to part.

I'm sorry.

I can't understand what you're saying.

Can you understand what he's saying?

You're a blooming word.

Never skate your notice, Walter.

But during the war...

Jerry, almost wiped Sheffield off the face of the earth. What did you do about

it? Nothing.

Oh, give it a rest, Hilda.

Came swooping down, wicker we as bombers.

Blew all our windows in and shattered the slate on the cold shed roof.

Well, you should have written to Hitler about it.

Excuse me, please. I wish to go to the bar.

Now he has a language that we'll both understand.

You're German and I'm English. Your lot killed our lot.

Am I making myself clear?

Okay.

All right, man. Come on outside.

All right.

I'm going.

It's marvellous, this, isn't it?

An Englishman turned out of an English pub because a German... All right, out.

I hope you're pleased with yourself, mate.

I hope you're proud of what you've done.

Oh, this is good here, doesn't it, Walter?

The great outdoors.

Tramping the moors.

Fresh air blowing the cobwebs off you.

Come to bed, Walter.

Do you remember when you first came to my bed on my honeymoon night?

Vividly.

What were you thinking, love?

I was thinking I wished to God I was somewhere else.

What?

I was thinking I wish I was on the Orient Express.

The Orient Express?

Aye.

With gunrunners from the Levant with gold teeth and countesses and gigolos.

and slinky beauties from the east with ginormous rubies glistening in the

navels.

Would I have been there, Walter?

It's funny, isn't it?

I never did know the Ordnance Survey's symbol for an unmanned level crossing.

There's no need to whisper.

I hear there's a German in the village.

No, told you that.

Rita popped in. Said he's staying at the Aden to be at arms.

Bit off, isn't it?

Well, I don't see why.

We're having the enemy in our midst.

The enemy?

The war is over, Eileen. We've stopped shooting each other.

Now, his father was killed during the war and so was mine.

Sorry.

Yeah, well, he seems a decent bloke, that's all.

fathom is, what good does he think it can do raking up old memories? Like,

happened to the plane? What happened to the pilot?

Well, what did happen?

Well, it's only here, say. Like, you know what I mean? I wasn't there.

You're looking a bit shifty, Claude.

No, no, no. I just remembered something.

Ah, the good lady herself.

Now then, all ready for the off -hilda?

That's right.

You've got a horrible day for it.

Oh, don't mind the me, one way or the other, love.

Rain, hail.

It's fresh air what counts when you come from a mucky old city like us.

Ah, where are you, Walter?

He's getting low in his ways, you know. Thought about buying him a budgie,

but... Oh, there you are, love.

Ready for the off, are you?

No.

No? No, I'm not ready for the off.

Oh, what's the deal with you, then?

I have seen the light.

The light of my misery.

What misery?

The misery of being with you on holiday.

What?

Fifty years of it I've had.

Fifty years of plodding round them moors like a demented coolie.

Fifty years of relentless grass and relentless scenery.

50 years when I could have been having wild and wicked adventures on the Orient

Express, dressed in notebook -fluffy carpet slippers, Paisley buffler and an

Ebony cigarette holder.

Well, then, failing all that, I, Walter Orpenshaw, shall now do the next best

thing. I intend to stay here now and each morning henceforth and get myself

and truly transmogrified with my good friend here, Claude Greengrass.

So, Gina, will you kindly do the honours?

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh. Are you all right?

Oh.

Oh.

Right then.

I have flowers too.

For my father.

So I see.

I hope last night I did not make a nuisance of myself.

Forget it, Dieter.

That man Tyler.

Why was he so angry with me?

I should leave it.

He's best off not getting involved.

I wish to see where my father's plane crashed.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

Vandalism I abhor.

The fact that the victim was a German is no concern of mine.

But what does concern me is that this should happen on our patch.

Am I right?

Yes, Sarge.

What was a German doing being buried in a decent, God -fearing English

graveyard? That's what I'd like to know.

Oh, I can put you in the picture there, Sarge.

My word, Ventress.

The floor is yours.

Well, there's not a lot to say, really, Sarge.

When the plane crashed, they only found the pilot's body. The military buried

him in Aidensfield Graveyard.

Last post, volley of rifles, wreath.

Well, it split the village in two, Sarge. Well, we're not having a split

I want the culprit found.

Fact. I'm a fair man and an impartial upholder of the laws of the land and

the...

There's only one further thing to say on this subject.

He's hurt.

Thank God he wasn't a jab.

He never said out to me.

All them years and he never said a word.

Well, that's typical of men.

They're rather chinter and brute in silence.

What do you mean?

Well, despite the chinter between, you'll not see the back sides for dust.

Anything for a quiet life?

But it seems my Walter never wanted a quiet life.

Oh, calm down, Hilda.

You're just a little bit over. Nothing to worry about.

It's just that I feel so weak.

Yes, well, we all feel like that when we're betrayed by somebody we love.

Love?

Who said anything about love?

50 years of sheer hell it's been.

I know, but marriage is like that, Walter. That's why I'm not.

I'm not talking about marriage. That's not so bad, apart from a gravy.

I'm talking about holidays.

You see, that's why I like trains. It's got a train to take me where I want to

go. Not hiking.

I mean, who in their right mind wants to go hiking every year?

Certainly nobody like we're going to be if we keep this up.

What's that?

Legless.

You off to Whitby, then?

Why Whitby?

Must think Tyler.

No, no, it's too obvious.

You see the faces in the pub last night?

Yeah. What about them?

There was real hate there.

Don't often see that in the village, do you?

Yeah.

You'd think things would have changed by now.

There's a great big world out there yonder, Claude.

There's adventure and romance.

Is there?

The cry of the curlew.

Rubbish. The purple bloom of the heather. All rubbish. What I wanted was

aroma of fat turkey cigarettes and the rasp of a sheer silk stocking and... And

another pint of mild.

Aye, another pint will do. That's favourite.

I saw note, a learned note.

When I left the pub, I went straight home and took myself into bed.

So did I.

Mind you.

What do you mean, mind you?

Oh, no.

We'd better go.

You ought to get out of it, Walter.

Make your escape while you've still got time.

Escape?

Where to?

Leave that to me, old lad. Come here.

Hello, Junior.

George.

Tell me the gossip about the grave.

That German turning up has upset a lot of people.

One half of the village says serves him right, and the other half says live and

let live.

And you?

Oh, come on, Nick. I'm the landlord.

I don't take sides.

Why don't you ask our friendly neighbour, Gravedigger, over there?

I mean, he hasn't stopped going on about this plane crash since Dieter turned

up.

Top of the head.

Go out and work, please. Outside.

I can't tell you, cos I weren't there when the plane crashed, was I? I was

away, in foreign clime, serving me country.

Yeah, of course you were, called Catterick, wasn't it?

It's all right, you can mock.

We also served even in the catering corps, after we'd done the cooking.

So where were you last night, say, midnight till dawn?

I was brooding about the injustices of life.

What injustices?

Well, let's face it, there's been more fuss made about that German's grave than

there ever was. All right, all right, Claude. Now tell me exactly where you

doing all this brooding.

Have you spoken to the vicar?

I've spoken to half the village, Eileen.

No -one seen anything?

Nothing. It's like a wall of silence out there.

What about Claude Greengrass?

Yeah, well, I think he's hiding something.

Just got to find out what.

I think I'll try Whitby first, have a word with Tyler.

Your heart's not in this case, is it?

No.

No, I look at Katie and I think, why bother?

Why harp on about the past as the future we should be looking to?

I know, love.

But the past has a funny old habit of catching up with the future.

Hasn't it?

I need to find him. Who?

The man who caused all the trouble last night. Look, don't bother.

Why do you want to see him?

I need to speak to him. To explain.

You'll find him in Whitby.

He works in the old curing sheds.

There's a bus due soon.

I'd upon it if I was you.

I'm sure young Tyler would be delighted to see you.

Goodbye.

You louth, Tom Gordon.

You rotten louth.

I come to speak to Kylo.

Don't go and see him.

I don't want to tell him. We are a new generation.

Why hate?

We must forgive.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand, but I don't think I'd bring Kylo.

You would if I could talk to him.

Look, Beezle.

What? He dropped a bomb there.

Not alone.

Could have landed anywhere.

Landed on Carlos Costa.

Both his parents were killed.

I did not know.

I'm very sorry.

Well, it's not took long for them to tidy it up. Too true, Tom.

I wonder how long they'd have taken if it had been one of our boys.

Aye.

You're right there, Joseph, old lad.

Why?

Why did my father drop that bomb?

I think that's the question Tyler's been asking himself all these years.

There's your bus back to Avonfield.

Forget about talking to Tyler. He won't want to know.

Oh, yeah?

There's a German.

You've come to talk about that German and how the grave got vandalised.

And how would you know about that?

Well, I don't know if you know this, but we've got a new invention round here.

And if you pick it up, you can talk through one end and listen through the

other. Don't get sarky with me, Tyler.

So where were you last night when the grave was vandalised?

I was on the lifeboat.

I'm crew, remember?

Some people save lives.

Some people wipe them out.

Check it out, PC Rowan.

I just want to see what they've done.

Look at that.

You know what's going to happen here, don't you?

What? That Blaketon's going to find some way of blaming me for doing this.

No, it couldn't possibly be you. Well, you know that and I know that, but I bet

you any money you like.

Anyway.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Leave it to me. Come on.

Oh, they're going to love my guts for garters.

I picked it, Sarge. A Danish coaster in difficulty.

I don't want to know, Rome. We've got another crisis on our hands. He's done a

bunk.

Who? Water Open Shore, our ancient hiker from the Aidensfield Arms. 50 years

he's been going there without a hint of trouble, and now he's legged it.

With five quid from George's till. Read that.

He left it for his wife.

Hilda, I have left you for good and I have already embarked on my last hike

across the moors.

By the time you read this, I shall be long gone. Good luck.

I remain your husband, Walter Openshaw.

You'd best find him, Rowan, because if you don't, there'll be another grave in

the graveyard.

And I won't guarantee whose body you'll be lying in it.

You got the route?

I expect you all back here at 6 .30.

Prompt.

Is that understood?

Sir. Excuse me, sir.

What do you want?

I should like to help the finding.

Oh, I see. You should like to help the finding, eh?

Don't you think you cause enough trouble round here already?

Just make yourself scarce.

Pardon me?

Sling your hook.

Right, I'm going back to man the station.

Oh, yes, Sarge. Do you good to stay in the warm?

And Rowan!

Sarge? Make sure you take good care of the district nurse there.

Him take care of me?

You've got to be joking.

I didn't think you'd show up.

I'm part of your group, PC Rowan.

Volunteer.

It's in the blood, you see.

Can't keep me away.

Mr Offenshaw!

Where are you, Walter?

Come on, Bill.

What's to do with you?

What's to do with me?

I'm missing out on a dead set at the dance tonight.

That's what's to do with me.

Now, come on.

As soon as we find the old fool, the better.

So how did you get here, then?

Train and ferry.

Oh. Couldn't go on a boat, may. Get terrible seasick.

Can a man get a drink around here?

And I'm interrupting a private conversation.

Same again, Joseph.

Aye. Go on.

I don't think you're too popular around here, do you?

No.

Take no notice of them.

It's not that you're German, it's that you're different.

I don't understand.

Well, you see, being different in these parts is an unforgivable thing.

Hello, Gina.

Hiya. Maggie asked me to pop in and see how Hilda is. Oh, she's upstairs in room

seven. How's Katie?

Fine. She's with Rita this afternoon.

I do not want to be different.

I must go to help with the finding.

Hurry.

Rats.

Why don't they go home and leave us in pain?

Hold on.

We're going the wrong way.

And what makes you say that?

Because I know these moors.

Townie like Walt, I'd stick to the contours of the land. He wouldn't be

him like what we're doing.

He'd have taken that path there yonder.

But our instructions are to go this way.

Be yourself.

It's nothing to do with me.

Nick?

All right, then.

We'll bow to the expert.

We'll never find him alive.

I know him too well.

He'll go and get himself killed fatal just to spite me. You mustn't talk like

that.

I know men can get up to some strange things, but I'm pretty sure in the main,

death comes fairly low on their agenda.

You don't know Walter.

Well, that's true.

Why did he never tell me? I thought the holidays were the highlight of his life.

Maybe they were.

Maybe being miserable and resentful was the highlight of his life.

Walter!

Walter!

See?

Told you you were on the right track.

Well, I thought so.

What are you doing?

I'm getting sort. I've forgotten all about.

Where are we going?

Paradise.

Paradise is too far for people like us.

Come on, Walter. You made your break for freedom. You can't back out now.

What have you got there?

Provisions for paradise.

Come on.

Let's get cracking.

Okay.

How was I to know he had this yearning to hobnob with gunrunners on the Orient

Express?

To think he kept it a secret for 50 years.

Why didn't he come out into the open with it?

Openness isn't always a good thing in marriage, you know.

What do you mean?

I wish I hadn't known about my husband's little weakness.

What was that?

Philandering.

Oh, my, Walter, don't philander.

He wouldn't know how.

He'll be back.

You do want him back, don't you?

Hilda?

The Orient Express.

To think he used to be sick on the slow stop at a Highland Common.

Come on, Walter, where's your go -up -and -go, go -up -and -gone?

How are we nearly there?

On the left lap, old lad. Come on.

Oh.

It's in here somewhere.

What's he up to?

He was brought up here.

This used to be his home till the craps plane turned up and blew it sky high.

He's rebuilding it in his spare time.

Strictly medicinal, that.

Tom?

No, Tom.

Come on.

Thanks, Maggie.

Look, Maggie, I'm sorry for some of the things I said.

It's all forgotten.

Yeah, I was wrong.

Especially after the funeral.

Honestly, it's all forgotten.

Kate and I came up here once for a picnic.

It was beautiful.

Yeah, she loved it.

Except we come back.

We never got around to it.

Drag you down without trace.

So what are we going to do?

Leave him.

What? Leave him.

There's nothing we can do.

Tom, go and fetch one of those ladders.

Well, go on.

You. Yeah?

Give me that rope.

Why should I?

Because, as you keep telling everyone, you save lives. You're more than rescue.

Or aren't you?

What a sight of him.

What a caper, eh?

He'll be back at my place.

You what? In the bath, up in his ale.

And she'll be sat alongside him, guzzling a glucose stout.

I'll throw him if he is.

Nick's taking his time.

Blake's going to go spare.

Stop where you are.

You're doing it all wrong.

Move this ladder over here. Here. Give us a hand with this one.

How's that for paradise?

Panic. Look at that.

Try not to move.

Stay calm, Dieter. Get as far down the ladder as you can.

That's it. Come on.

The Berlin.

The force is sweet, Dad.

Can you get your hand out?

That's it. Come on. Use your hand, Dieter.

Give him your hand. That's it.

That's it. That's it. Hold on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. That's it. Careful with him. Come on, Dieter.

That lady's boudoir.

Our very boudoir.

But... My dream is a lifelong dream.

Trains, steam engines.

Hilda never understood.

She wanted me to be a war hero.

Mum, let's get you into the wall.

Thank you.

It's not me you are, then.

It's him.

Thank you.

Thank you.

All right, we should get back to the rendezvous point.

What are you doing?

I'm inspecting my own.

Here.

Get yourself outside of that.

Oh.

Hey, this label, it's wrote in German.

Of course it's wrote in German. It's because it's schnapps.

It should be nice and mature. It's over 20 years old.

Oh, kindred spirit.

I wonder what this is. Oh, dear God.

Oh.

What's going on down there?

Isn't that Claude Greengrass hanging out at the camp?

They've never nicked the train.

I'll try and cut him off.

Yee -haw!

Oh, we'll meet again.

I don't know when. I don't know when.

Go on.

Go on.

Only nothing for free.

Life's gonna get you someday.

I think it's the explanations we know, isn't it?

No, it wasn't.

Hijacked.

A steam locomotive hijacked on my patch with Claude Jeremiah Greengrass as an

accessory. And what happens?

I have to hand you over to the British Transport Police. I can only pray the

punishment will fit the crime.

It was worth it, whatever happens. Sure hope.

Right, Rowan.

Yeah, one ornamental dagger, German.

One cigarette case, German.

One empty bottle of schnapps, German. All right, all right.

I was the first there after the plane had crashed.

And in a sudden blinding flash of patriotic fervour, you decided to pilfer

body.

and I'm no body robber. I mean, I know I might have been guilty of the odd

discretion now and again, but I wouldn't do out like that.

So where'd you get all this stuff from?

Well, it was scattered all over the place.

No reason to nick the stuff, is there?

No, I know, but it's a long time ago, but if I remember rightly, I took it so

I'd have something to show to the younger generation, you know, to point

folly and futility of war.

You don't believe me, do you?

Understand my nature.

As for you... We found that five -pound note on him, Sarge. Still intact.

George isn't going to press charges.

Oh, really?

How very friendly.

There is something else, though, Sarge.

What?

That note we found on the grave and the note that Walter wrote to his wife.

Same handwriting.

It was me.

I did it for Hilda.

Why?

I thought she might like that.

Did she?

She were thrilled.

She said, whoever wrecked that grave is a hero.

One of these days, I might tell her it was me.

Really?

Well, on the other hand, I might keep quiet about it.

Well, it doesn't do for a man to show off in front of his wife, does it?

Thank you very much for everything.

It's all right, Dieter.

You're a nice bloke.

Even if you're all German.

Right, then.

Shall we be seeing you again next year?

Aye. Go on, then.

Oh, my hero!

I don't know.

All that's happened to them and they're still coming back next year.

Remind me to book my leave.

Right.

You fancy a drink later?

As long as it's not a glucose doubt.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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