Original subtitles

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? #

(SEA GULLS CRYING)

He was so nice. Well, why wouldn't he be?

No-one goes to buy an engagement ring with a long face, do they?

Suppose not.

Thank you.

It's my pleasure.

But I can't wear it till we've seen my folks.

No. Course not.

Somebody's bound to see if I jump the gun. Bound to.

Mind you, who knows us hereabouts?

Absolutely nobody! Absolutely the right answer!

Move over, Liz Taylor.

You and your parents can fix a date.

I'll phone as soon as we get back.

Light the blue touch paper and retire immediately.

They'll be fine. They must be expecting something.

A young farmer with a few thousand acres.

They'll be fine, I promise.

# THE BYRDS: Eight Miles High

Good night, all.

# Eight miles high

# And when you touch down

# You'll find that it's stranger than known

# Signs in the street that say where you're going

# Are somewhere just being their own

# Nowhere is

# There warmth to be found

# Among those afraid of losing their ground

# Rain-grey town

# Known for its sound

# In places small faces unbound...

(DOOR SLAMMING) Hello?

Is anybody there?

# Round the squares...

Oi!

# Huddled in storms

# Some laughing, some just shapeless forms

# Sidewalk scenes

# And black limousines

# Some living, some standing alone...#

(METALLIC CLUNK)

Hello, Keith.

He wants to see Mr Sellars. He'll see a solicitor in due course.

Sellars' assistant is next door.

He's seeing no-one till he coughs for it.

But we found nothing on him, sarge.

You expect me to get dogs to sniff out where he dumped it?

No, sarge. On your bikes, then.

Megson's led us a dance long enough.

Time he was moved on, ideally as a guest of Her Majesty.

Sorry to hold you up. All right if I go now?

Oh, yes. Where you off to?

Darby and Joan Mystery Tour.

Bridlington again? They don't like surprises.

Nothing missing?

Not that I can see. Can you, Linda?

Nothing's been moved, Mr Kettley.

Looks like you got here before he could fill his boots.

Megson... Megson...

Keith Megson. His name's chalked up outside the cell.

Ah, yes. Yes. I believe he's helping us with our enquiries.

Mr Sellars will want to know.

I'm sure we tried to phone. Must have been engaged (!)

Perhaps WE should have tried again?

Why waste ratepayers' money, Mr Rosser,

when you can tell him personally?

# B BUMBLE AND THE STINGERS: Nut Rocker

I hope you checked that properly.

Dig dig deep, Alf. Dig deep.

Tails.

Great (!)

Like you said, right to the bottom.

Well done, Phil.

Any news from Bellamy and Ventress?

Not yet, sarge.

Well, I understand we've got some saving up to do.

Who has?

You and us.

Oh, yeah.

Congratulations to you both.

Thank you, sarge.

I hope she knows what she's doing.

The life of a copper's wife - not exactly a bed of roses, is it?

I'll give her your best wishes.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Ah... Mr Sellars.

I've come to see Keith Megson.

Yes. One of your regular cash cows.

I prefer to call them clients. May I see him?

Of course. You might tell him

we're applying for a warrant to search his premises.

Do you think he'd like us to use a key,

or the treacle and brown paper method?

Try the key. Mr Rosser from my office will go along

to see everything's put back in its place.

Rowan!

Take him down.

Well, you took your time.

Looks like the stuff Megson jettisoned, sarge.

Well... good work Bellamy, Ventress.

When the warrant's signed, you can turn his place upside down for more.

Yes, sarge.

I don't know what they mean. I was nowhere near the bus depot.

So what WERE you doing?

I went into town for a drink.

I heard someone shout at me in the dark. It scared me, so I ran.

And they found nothing on you?

Completely clean.

So - what's the outlook?

You'll go to court today. Police will oppose bail.

You'll probably be remanded in custody for a week to await trial.

A week! No, I can't! Can't what?

Be banged up for a week. Why not?

Cos I'm getting married Saturday.

Ah. Tricky.

You know me better than most.

I've got my faults. But wedding Marilyn will be the making of me.

She's an understanding woman, this Marilyn?

I don't know. She's rich, though.

A widow from Whitby. She thinks the world of me.

She's booked the Registry Office. I can't let her down.

No, I suppose not. Are you still living in a caravan?

Yeah.

Bail only applies to those with a fixed address.

A caravan doesn't qualify.

Could your wife-to-be offer surety and a place to stay?

No! She mustn't know, Mr Sellars.

Look, if she finds out I might go down, all bets would be off.

All right... Who else do we know?

(BARKING)

Mr Greengrass?

I could be.

Derek Rosser from Sellars, Phipps and Vinecombe, solicitors.

What do you want?

I'm on an errand of mercy for a friend of yours. Keith Megson.

Keith Megson a friend? Ha, ha, ha!

That's what he said.

That's nowt to do with me. Wherever he says I was, I wasn't.

Mr Greengrass -

He's got a criminal record. I don't mix with that sort.

Mr Greengrass, give me a moment. I think you'll like what you hear.

Your bosses are guaranteeing this? Absolutely.

All three of them - Whatsit, Doings and Vinegar?

Sellars, Phipps and Vinecombe. We're a respected practice.

We wouldn't involve you if it wasn't right for all parties.

Will the accused stand?

Mr Megson, you are here on a charge of garage breaking.

The police are not yet able to prosecute your case.

It will therefore be adjourned for one week. Sergeant Blaketon?

We request a remand in custody.

The defendant has no fixed abode.

We believe there is a danger that he will abscond.

Very well.

Ma'am, if it please the court, I would oppose a remand in custody.

On what grounds, Mr Sellars?

That the evidence in this case is at best circumstantial,

and my client will plead Not Guilty.

But ma'am, Mr Megson lives in a caravan!

One moment, please.

Ma'am, if the court is concerned my client might abscond,

it might consider conditional bail. The conditions being?

That he reside with a respected member of the community.

You have someone in mind? Yes, ma'am.

Is he in court? He is, ma'am.

A reputable businessman and freeholder of Aidensfield,

Mr Claude Greengrass.

Ma'am, I object in the strongest possible terms.

You know this gentleman?

Aye, I know him. And I know him to be totally unreliable.

Let the bench be the judge of that, Sergeant. Proceed, Mr Sellars.

'Ma'am, Mr Greengrass would be willing to put up a surety of £50.

£50? I thought you said £25! Can you knock it down a bit, Your Honour?

We are not here to haggle, Mr Greengrass.

You would forfeit the money only if the defendant failed to appear.

Now step forward and take the oath.

(I'll swing for him one of these days.)

Looks like I got Megson coming my way, sarge.

Well, just keep your eye on him.

And him.

Morning.

I do solemnly swear that the evidence I shall give shall be -

Oh, it's gorgeous!

I want one!

Oh, it's really lovely, Jo.

I'll have to buy my own. You've got the only fella I fancy!

Hey, what are you doing?

I can't wear it till it's official.

It's an on-off engagement.

Nobody's supposed to know. Not even my parents - yet.

Oh, I see.

Well, it's the worst-kept secret in Aidensfield. So hurry up!

What secret?

Ooh, here's one who doesn't know!

Surprising, really. There's one in for you.

Thank you.

Looks like your investment's paying off already.

How's George?

No change, really. The doctors say he's made progress.

But Auntie Mary said he's still very down.

Sorry to hear that. Give him my best.

Yeah, I will.

Has Claude been in yet?

He's usually in by now. Maybe something came up.

It's ready, Keith!

Keith!

Linda! Hey, Linda! I can't be seen with you.

Why not? It was you who broke in.

Broke in where? I let slip about cash in the office.

What you talking about?

I told you what day I bank the fares - you're on bail for it.

Linda - If I'm seen with you, they'll say I'm in on it.

It was you, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

Yeah!

I'll lose my job, you know that?

How long have I been seeing you? Two weeks? Who's seen us?

The police said you're a professional thief!

Police! I've had a lot of bad luck.

Oh, yeah!

I've done wrong, I know that.

But listen, I've had some luck this time. I met you.

It's true.

I've never met anyone like you. I wanted the money for us!

Oh, no!

I know. I know it was stupid.

The police haven't got a case.

The court'll chuck it out. I'll be clear.

No more thieving. I promise.

Megson! What are you messing about at?

Come on. Get -

He's coming.

You didn't say why you wanted him.

No.

Morning, Keith. Morning.

Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep. So you should be.

Late night? What's up?

Where were you last night?

Here. You didn't go out?

No.

Other than for a breather. A breather?

Yeah, I went outside for a bit.

Claude was smoking out the place frying.

I had to get some air or choke.

Why? What's going on?

A break-in. Some jewellery stolen from an old lady last night.

So of course you thought of me.

Sergeant Blaketon said to make you my first call.

Yeah, well, he would, wouldn't he?

Excuse me. Can I have a word? What?

You popped out for a breather? So?

I wasn't born yesterday. You were gone an hour or more.

I didn't do it. On my mother's grave.

You wouldn't know where it is. I've got money riding on you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah! Till you sign that wedding certificate, I want you here!

You think I'd blow the wedding for the sake of a few trinkets?

They haven't got a case.

That's why they want to pin this on me.

Listen. Trust me, and you'll be quids in.

What do you mean, 'second thoughts'?

When Mr Rosser asked me to take Megson in, I didn't know the risk.

Didn't Mr Rosser make it clear

you'd be rewarded from the proceeds of Mr Megson's marriage?

A profit of £30. Rosser?

Yes, I made that clear, Mr Sellars.

So you can't lose.

Can't I? But what if he decides to scarper?

I've got a £50 dent in my pocket, haven't I?

Mr Megson has no reason to abscond.

That's as likely, but...

I want you to get me out of it.

I'm afraid that's not possible. Why?

You swore an oath. Only the court can release you.

See Mr Greengrass out, please, Rosser.

Do you think they'd accept a note from the doctor?

Thank you, Mr Greengrass.

Two big stars.

And some little ones. Shall we do another?

Yes.

You can call your parents from here.

I'll call them when I get home. Thanks, Eileen.

I don't mean to nag, but they'll be hurt if they find out themselves.

Yes, I know.

You do think they'll be pleased?

Yes, of course.

Then let them enjoy the news like the rest of us.

Go on, arrange to go and see them.

All right, I give in. I'll talk to them now.

Hello?

Who's there?

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, thank you!

Say eleven o'clock? All right, see you both then.

Love to Dad. Bye, Mum. Bye.

Done. Did she guess?

I said we were driving through York and we'd call in.

(PHONE RINGS)

Aidensfield Police.

Where?

All right. On my way.

Whoever it was had a nose for it. Where's Mrs Forrest?

Inside. I got Maggie in to her. She's all of a tremble.

Did she see anything? No.

She was poorly in bed when it happened.

I couldn't get downstairs quickly enough.

Oh, my lovely pieces of jewellery.

Things I was going to hand on to my children.

In broad daylight, and me in my own bed.

If you'd gone dancing, they'd have had time to take more.

Dancing?

Ida normally goes to the tea dance with the Darby and Joan today.

We have a nice day out in Whitby.

I don't think I'll ever want to dance again.

I'm sure it's Megson, so bring him in.

He knows he'll be sent down.

So while he's on bail he's nicking stuff for when he gets out.

Textbook criminal behaviour. Yeah, well...

Do you have another theory? Not really, no, sarge.

Then go and bring him in.

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Yes, Rosser?

Mr Greengrass was on the phone. Oh, what is it now?

Keith Megson was run in to Ashfordly last night.

Under arrest? It wasn't clear. Shall I go over?

No. I'll deal with this.

It's time Sgt Blaketon had his knuckles rapped. Take my calls.

We've done the bingo run for five or six years.

The tea dance for as long I can remember.

You do the driving? Either Eric or me.

You must know your customers pretty well.

Yeah.

Why are you giving me this stuff? We've had two more break-ins.

One when the victim was out at bingo.

The other would've been at the tea dance, but she had flu.

Means of entry was as used to break in here.

The fella who got bail at it again?

It's possible.

The night he broke in,

could he have seen a list of people who'd booked trips?

Well, Linda keeps a record of those booking proper holidays.

But not those for the weekly runs.

They turn up at pick-up points as and when.

Who's been driver on those runs this week?

Me. Eric's done the local services.

Have you got a local timetable?

Yes. Linda, timetable?

He'll be in soon if you want to speak to him.

Thank you.

Mr Sellars, can I have a word?

Where is Mr Megson? He's inside somewhere.

I'm worried about my money. The police are harassing him.

He'll run, break his bail and ruin me.

It's OK for you but I'm self-employed!

Back again?

We've had two more burglaries.

I'd heard. Bus gossip. Spreads like wildfire.

Do you know the two women concerned?

Yes. They're regulars.

Do you know them well enough to say if they're well-off?

I wouldn't say well-off.

Comfortable, I'd guess. Why?

Whoever broke into their homes knew it wouldn't be a waste of time.

You've no right to keep my client any longer.

I have a duty to solve the crimes.

Then stop accusing him of every crime within ten miles!

You haven't a scrap of evidence.

You don't know that, Megson.

Bail was granted! You have tried to obstruct the order!

I'll ask the bench to view that as contempt of court

if you don't release him.

You were great. They tried to frame me.

That's why I advise you to stay close to Mr Greengrass.

It's not doing my blood pressure any good.

Thank you, Mr Greengrass.

All right, Megson!

Megson!

Lost something, Claude?

Yeah... my sense of humour.

Morning.

Morning.

Is Blaketon in? Yeah, but I wouldn't disturb him.

Why, what's up?

Sellars just made mincemeat of him.

Where's Alf?

He was under here a moment ago.

Any joy at the bus depot?

No. I thought one of the drivers might be in on it,

but the timetable offers no opportunity.

Megson still favourite, then?

If it is him, somebody must be giving him inside information.

Night, Mr Kettley. Night, Linda.

Get off me! I just want to talk.

I want no more to do with you. I waited. Where were you?

Get off! All right. OK.

What's going on? The police say you've done two more break-ins.

It's lies, Linda. I don't believe you!

I swear it. Don't insult me.

You think I'd risk it after what I said about you and me?

Talk to the wall, Keith.

They're trying to set me up. Don't you see?

If I'm seen with you, I'm finished!

We can go away - somewhere where nobody knows us.

Talk sense.

I mean it, Linda.

I want to go now.

It's smaller inside than it looks from out here. Come on.

You're early. Come in. We made good time.

Hello, Nick. Hello, Mrs Weston.

Graham's in the garden. I'll get him.

No - let Nick.

All right. He's round the back. Just through that door.

Right.

Come on. We'll make a cup of tea.

Oh, hello, Nick! Mr Weston.

Good to see you again.

En route, are you? Got time for a bite to eat?

Well, not really, no.

Pity. Come to drag me in?

Yes - and have a word with you.

Mmm?

Yeah.

Fire away.

It's about Jo and me.

You know I've been seeing her for a while now.

She's said nothing to the contrary, so yes.

Well, things have... developed.

Oh?

I've asked Jo to marry me, Mr Weston.

Oh. Oh, I see.

And has she agreed?

Yeah. And we'd like it if you'd give your approval.

My approval.

(CHUCKLES)

Yes, well. Goodness.

A surprise, I must say.

Give me your coat, Nick.

Tea, Nick?

Yes, please.

Graham? Yes, please.

Something happened?

Yes, dear. Good news.

Jo and Nick are engaged.

Engaged?

I said you'd be surprised.

I can't believe it!

We've been going out for ages, Mum. You must have expected something.

Yes, I expected more of you.

More what?

More sense, for heaven's sake!

I've nothing against Nick, but he has a family.

Don't you think I've taken that into account?

How should I know? You haven't taken us into account.

Fiona...

You're throwing away all we've ever given you. What?

Did we raise you to be tied to a sink,

a child... and a village bobby?

Fiona!

It's your fault it's gone so far!

I don't know what you intended for Jo, Mrs Weston.

But she's old enough to know what she wants.

And she'll carry on teaching.

No doubt she'll need the money.

Mum, Nick and I love one another.

I'm not having this nonsense. Fiona, please -

And neither are you!

She doesn't mean it. Of course I mean it!

It's not you, Nick.

It is. Why not just say he isn't good enough for me?

Well, you said it.

The truth is he's too good for me.

And certainly too good for a mean-minded snob like you!

Jo... You keep out of it.

I can't keep out of it, Mrs Weston.

I love Jo. I'm sorry you don't approve.

But we'll marry with or without your blessing.

I know you don't want me to be happy - but you didn't have to prove it.

Jo!

# THE BEATLES: Let It Be

# When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me...

Come on. To hell with them.

It's all right.

# And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me

# Speaking words of wisdom, let it be...

Right, I'll be off, Claude.

Off? Off where?

Marilyn's. Can I have the truck?

So long as I'm in it with you. You what?

You think I'd let you go on your own? Pigs might!

# (INSTRUMENTAL BREAK) Let it be

# Let it be...

Keith!

# Whisper words of wisdom, let it be... #

You've got a visitor.

Marilyn - Claude Greengrass.

Hello.

It's about 40 quid's worth.

What did I tell you, eh, Claude? Need any help, Marilyn?

Possibly.

What can I do for you, darling?

Is this all right?

Yeah!

That seems all right.

Hey, hey! Guests, remember?

What did you bring him for?

You've not really met anyone I know. Was he your first choice?

Course not. He happened to be coming over here. He's in antiques.

I can't wait, Keith. I can see that.

Got your new suit organised? Yeah. Pick it up Friday.

No last minute doubts? Not on your life.

Morning. Thought it was a bit quiet in here!

Tea's up, Claude.

Keith tells me you're in antiques.

I've been known to dabble.

I'm short of one or two pieces. Oh...really?

They're on my wedding list.

You're really subtle.

Not many shopping days left, eh?

(WEAK CHUCKLE)

Use the orange one.

Do the pussy-cat's skirt.

I'm sorry it went so badly.

Her mum was really angry.

Will she come round?

I doubt it.

I reckon it's gonna be a small do.

Not that I'm bothered.

I had all that before.

Shame for Jo, though.

(PHONE RINGS)

Telephone.

I'll get it.

Aidensfield Police.

'Hello, Mr Rowan. It's Ida Forrest.

I've found something.'

Can you recall the man you got it from?

Thirties, medium build.

He wore glasses and a trilby.

Is this him?

Hard to say.

Is this all he had?

No, he wanted to sell a number of pieces.

Didn't that make you suspicious?

No. People are always running short of cash.

Some things I have to take on trust.

(GRUNTING)

Megson?

Megson!

What?

Megson?

Oh, you're out here, are you?

Large as life, Claude. Large as life.

Yeah, and twice as ugly.

Come on - inside.

Amazing. And nothing else touched.

She heard about the other break-ins, but was sure no-one would find this.

You can see her point.

How much was it worth?

More than you and me earn in a year.

She doesn't look like she's got that much. Why didn't she bank it?

Must be something they ate during the war. What's that?

Spanton's Tailors.

3:30 Friday.

You hold on here. I'll go and check this out.

Rowan? It IS Megson's appointment card - Mr Spanton's confirmed it.

So bring him in and cuff him. This time he's staying.

Not you again. What now?

Where's Keith? He's inside.

Can't you stop persecuting an innocent man?

I'll get you a season ticket.

Not you lot again. What is it now? Get your coat, Keith.

And your toothbrush.

I don't believe it. Don't tell me. Another break-in.

Last night. How did you guess?

He were here all last night.

Careful, Claude. This time Keith slipped up. Left a calling card.

You what? A tailor's card with your Friday appointment on it.

But he were never out of my sight!

I'll get a jacket.

He really was here all last night!

Leave off, Claude. It's boring.

Keith!

# THE ROLLING STONES: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown

Keith!

Come on, don't be stupid! Open the door. Keith!

Hey, don't -

# You better stop

# Look around

# Here it comes

# Here it comes #

Oh, that's marvellous, that is!

Innocent man? What do you say now?

I think I can say goodbye to 50 quid!

Division have set up roadblocks east and west.

We reckon he'll go to the coast, sarge,

hoping his intended will help.

Let's make sure he honeymoons in Armley.

Rowan, wrap it up at the scene of the crime.

Mrs Franklin? Is there any hope, do you think?

We've an idea who might have done it. Oh, well...

But even if we make an arrest, we may not recover it all.

You said no-one knew about them?

Well, I didn't show them off, Constable.

Just the odd item when I went to bingo, that's all.

But your family knew?

Oh, of course.

But even they don't know my hiding place.

I'm more upset for them than myself.

I'd only just put things straight in my will...

Which one to get which item, you know.

If your family didn't know,

and something happened to you unexpectedly,

how would they have found them?

Oh, it's in my will.

It says where the jewellery is hidden?

Of course. I'm not so stupid.

Who's your solicitor, Mrs Franklin?

A nice young man at Sellars, Phipps, and Vinecomb.

'Mr Rosser?' 'Yes, that's the name.'

'Not a partner - but very obliging.'

Hmm. Very nice.

I'm not sure I could take the set.

I can't break it.

If you'd wait, I'll call someone who might come in with me.

OK, I'll tell him.

Phil...

When you and Alf searched Megson's caravan, who let you in?

Rosser. He watched us like a hawk.

That's where he got the card. There's a message from the station.

Black's jewellers - the man who sold them the brooch is in the shop.

He's busy. He said he'd call back.

Did he say when? As soon as he can.

If you'd rather not wait...

No. I'll wait.

# THE MONKEES: Last Train To Clarksville

There they are. No Megson, though.

He had his foot down. They could've missed him.

# Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station

# You can be here by 4:30 cos I've made your reservation

# Don't be slow

# Oh, no, no, no

# Oh, no, no, no...

They set up 20 minutes ago.

He'd have had to clock 90-plus to have got through before then.

Perhaps he's going west.

Sorry about the delay.

Could you ring him again - ask him how long?

# Cos I'm leaving in the morning

# And I must see you again

# We'll have one more night together

# Till the morning brings my train

# And I must go

# Oh, no, no, no

# And I don't know if I'm ever coming home...

(SCREECHING TYRES)

That was him!

Right Megson - outside! You come with me.

# Take the last train to Clarksville

# Now I must hang up the phone

# I can't hear you in this noisy railroad station all alone

# I'm feeling low - oh, no, no, no #

I know you'd like it. If you took the bracelet and earrings,

I could buy the necklace.

The quality's excellent. Diamonds, rubies...

This sort of thing doesn't come up often...

That's him!

# And I don't know if I'm ever coming home

# Take the last train to Clarksville

# Take the last train to Clarksville

# Take the last train to Clarksville #

All right! All right!

You're keeping him in now, surely?

I thought he was a friend of yours. Aye, well. You thought wrong, then.

Then why did you stand his bail?

It was a business arrangement.

Well, you can relax. He's in for the duration. And his girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

Yeah. The one he ran off with. The girl from the bus depot.

A girl from the bus depot?

Yeah.

The dirty, lying little toerag. What's up?

Ask his rich wife-to-be that was!

And this is who lumbered me in the first place!

I want a word with him! Yeah. Later, Claude.

I didn't do it! I didn't do any of 'em!

Don't waste my time, Megson!

Stop browbeating my client and take it to court! (KNOCKING)

Sarge... I'm in the middle of an interview!

But this is the guilty man.

I've got good news for you, Linda.

We know you weren't involved. Keith didn't do the burglaries.

He didn't? No.

What about the depot break-in? That's different.

I didn't know about that, either.

We know.

Am I free to go now?

Keith as well?

He's still on bail...

But he's gone already.

Oh.

Look, it's none of my business...

but you'd do well to steer clear of him.

He said he loved me.

Yes.

# THE HOLLIES: Just One Look

Hold it there for me, please!

Nice big smile! Wonderful. Thank you very much.

# Just one look

# And I felt so I, I -

# I'm in love

# With you, oh, oh...

Married man, eh? Hard to credit.

Never mind. You may be sent down next week.

What about the uppance?

What, you want it now? No, yesterday - come on!

You think I've done the right thing? You can't lose, Keith.

You think? However she turns out, she'll be too good for you!

You're a real mate, Claude.

Catch!

Claude's got the money for anything you want in the pub.

Sorry! I'm sorry!

How wrong can you be?

He wasn't my cup of tea, but qualified and ambitious.

That was his problem. He saw no future with you,

but needed cash to start on his own.

He knew Megson's MO in detail.

And which of your clients had jewellery.

When Megson got bail, he jumped in.

Well...

I think I need a drink.

You appreciate how damaging this could be to my practice?

Our firm has nothing without our good name.

Rather like us, Mr Sellars.

Yes... of course.

Well, don't just stand there. Make the tea!

I'll supply the cream cakes.

Right, sarge.

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

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