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

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

♪ BEATLES: She's Leaving Home

♪ Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins

♪ Silently closing her bedroom door

♪ Leaving the note that she hoped would say more

♪ She goes downstairs to the kitchen

♪ Clutching her handkerchief

♪ Quietly turning the backdoor key

♪ Stepping outside she is free

♪ She-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee...

♪ We gave her most of our lives

♪ ...is leaving...

♪ Sacrificed most of our lives

♪ ...home!

♪ We gave her everything money could buy

♪ She's leaving home

♪ After living alone for so many years

♪ Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown

♪ Picks up the letter that's lying there

♪ Standing alone at the top of the stairs

♪ She breaks down and cries to her husband

♪ "Daddy, our baby's gone"

♪ Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?

♪ How could she do this to me?

♪ She-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee...

♪ We never thought of ourselves

♪ ...is leaving...

♪ Never a thought for ourselves

♪ ...home

♪ We struggled hard all our lives to get by

♪ She's leaving home after living alone

♪ for so many years

♪ Friday morning at 9 o'clock she is far away

♪ Waiting to keep the appointment she made

♪ Meeting a man from the multi-trade

♪ She-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee...

♪ What did we do that was wrong?

♪ ...is having...

♪ We didn't know it was wrong

♪ ...fun...

♪ Fun is the one thing that money can't buy

♪ Something inside that was always denied

♪ for so many years

♪ Bye bye...

♪ She's leaving home

♪ Bye bye

HONKS HORN

Keep out of it, maggot-face!

What's it got to do with you?

Take the brake up!

It's second. Put it in second.

Thank you!

Women drivers!

PHONE RINGS

- Aidensfield Police. - Rowan, listen.

- Hello, Sarge. - "We've got him. Greengrass."

"He was seen forcing and entering Braithwaite's barn."

These aren't digestive.

- What's that? - "Bellamy!"

These aren't digestive!

Just get over there, will you?

- Yes, Sergeant. - "Now, Rowan, now!"

Now, Sergeant.

This is the room, Mr. Miller.

It gets the sun in the morning.

- "And the moon at night." - I'm sorry?

- It's an old song. - Oh, of course.

It was new this year.

Well... I think this will do me very well, Mrs. Tripp.

It was my husband's room. Years ago.

He used to like to sit in here and sketch.

He was a teacher.

He died of cancer of the lung.

But life must go on.

I suppose.

Are you married, Mr. Miller?

I lost her just over two months ago.

I am sorry.

Anyway, I decided I'd had enough of the smoke,

sitting at home thinking.

I've got no ties, so I thought, well I might look round for somewhere.

New faces, new places.

Put myself out to grass, so to speak.

Get a bit of fresh air.

There's plenty of that!

Um... would a week in advance be all right?

That will be fine.

You don't smoke, do you, Mr. Miller?

No.

And what about evening meals? Or would you be going out?

Oh, no, I don't think so, no.

Evening meals would be very nice.

You haven't tried my cooking yet.

Well, it can't be any worse than mine, Mrs. Tripp.

I'll leave you in peace, then.

Got no worries, got no cares.

"Leave all that to the millionaires."

"I've got the sun in the morning and the moon at night."

♪ IRVING BERLIN: I've Got The Sun In The Morning

♪ I've got no diamonds Got no pearls

♪ Still I think I'm a lucky girl

♪ I've got the sun in the morning And the moon at night ♪

- Hello, Claude. - What oh. Huh.

- Frightened the wotsits out of me! - I'm afraid you're nicked, mate.

Breaking, entering, malicious damage,

intention to commit a crime.

- Oh, do have a day off! - That's the way it looks to me.

No, right well, you'd better have a look at this then, hadn't you?

- "Barn clearance." - Go on.

"Dear Mr. Greengrass, you are hereby instructed to clear

all contents of the estate of Captain H. Braithwaite."

[indistinct]

I mean, should have been a lad from the estate agent bringing a key,

6 to 4 he's lost it somewhere. Typical ain't it.

Hour and a half I've been waiting out there.

I owe you an apology, Claude.

Ah, well you needn't bother.

You can help me sort this lot out instead.

- Eh? - I bet you've nowt better to do.

How much you getting for this lot then?

Nowt.

I'll pull the other one.

I'm not! I'm not, just getting what I can raise on it.

- It's a load of old junk! - It's not! I mean, look at this.

You like me to put the wind up you?

Hey I mean, people of the city give a small fortune

to hang these on their walls.

Well, not in E1, they wouldn't.

- I think you've been lumbered, Claude. - I'm not!

I tell you, I mean, look at that hay.

- Hey? - Oh very good. Oh, yeah, very good.

I bet I get a few quid... Do you know how to toss a bale?

I beg your pardon?

I'll show you the ways of the country, lad. Look, like this.

Here we go. In like that, and just heave...

How's that?

Come here and have a go. I think I've done me back!

Mind you, I know who dropped me in it, that maggoty-faced butcher, weren't it?

I hope he has trouble with his liver!

- Not as easy as it looks, is it? - No. I'm better with my hands.

What's this?

- What's what? - This.

I dunno. I thought it was just hay.

Come on, get it over.

Hey, look! Looks like Blaketon's mother!

What a load of rubbish!

Yeah.

I don't see how I'm gonna get this out of here by the weekend.

I shall need a tractor, low loader...

Cost a fortune. I'm gonna lose money on this.

Yeah, not forgetting my cleaning bill!

- Cor, it's rough, innit? - Aye, it is. Dog-rough.

Claude, how much would you take for this as it stands?

Well, it's not worth anything, is it?

I mean, like, it's not worth anything less than fifty quid, is it?

I tell you what.

I'll give you 25 and I'll take it off your hands. Cash.

25? Well, hm... I think it's worth a bit more than that.

I'll be doing you a favour.

- 25? - Look at the state of it.

- I don't want any comebacks. - Not from me, nor from you.

And will you guarantee it's out by the weekend?

- Yeah. - Right, done. Give me your hand.

There.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

I've found you a front door key, Mr. Miller.

But I never lock the door.

Oh, that's very kind.

My granddaughter.

What a lovely little girl.

Taken a few years ago now.

It will be roast beef and Yorkshire pudding tonight.

Lovely.

Hello, love.

Nick, you're filthy! Where have you been?

- I thought you like me like this. - Get off!

Now whatever happened to romance?

Look in the laundry basket.

And take those boots off!

Yes, dear.

Alex rang.

How is he?

Fine. Having a wonderful holiday.

Nick, now that Alex is more or less retired,

we ought to think about buying a bigger house.

We've already got a house, for nothing.

Yes, but there's nowhere here I can use as a surgery.

And I really need to live above the job.

So do I.

We're not going to live in a little police house

for the rest of our lives, love.

I'm not saying that, am I.

All I'm saying is, until I get a promotion,

this house is part of the job.

So here we are, and here we stay.

Oh, come on, Nick.

You mean it's not even up for discussion?

- I bought a car today. - What?

A car.

We don't need another car.

We don't need another house.

How much?

Only... 25.

What kind of car can you get for that money?

Oh, you'll love it, Kate, once I've done her up.

She's... she's a bit rough at the moment.

Is she?

Yeah, and there's a slight mice problem.

- Oh, mice. - Yeah, they're nesting in the back.

Sounds ideal.

How old is 'she'?

1936.

Older than you.

Hasn't been used since 1939.

Like your brain!

Come here!

Sorry. I've got late surgery.

Makes a change from tinned spaghetti.

Not worth it just for one, is it?

Do you see much of your family, Mr. Miller?

Oh, we only had one son, Colin.

And he was killed on his motorcycle

just after the war.

That's his daughter, Claire, in the photograph.

Her mother went off with somebody else and

my wife and I brought her up.

- It can't have been easy. - Oh, we managed.

- You must be very close. - Yes.

(WHEEZY COUGH)

Excuse me.

Are you sure you're all right, Mr. Miller?

I could ring the doctor. She only lives just across the way.

- No, I'm fine. - You don't look it.

Dr. Rowan has a surgery tonight.

Right, George.

Aye-eh-eh-eh-eh!

I'll have a large Scotch. Get one for yourself.

Better put Malcolm one in an' all.

Oh, thank you very much.

You're usually skint after t' weekend.

I know. Well, I've had a bit of luck, haven't I.

Oh, aye?

You remember that barn clearance I did at Braithwaite's?

Aye.

Aye, this will be right up your street.

I found this old crock of a motor car.

You should have seen it.

Got no wheels on it, the hood had disintegrated,

there were mice nesting in it.

I only sold it for £25 to Constable Nichol-arse!

- You didn't?! - 25 quid?!

For old Braithwaite's MG?

Aye! You'd not keep fowl in it!

Didn't old Braithwaite have it laid up at the start of the war?

He were mad about that car.

Well, thank God he can't see it now!

He got a couple of blokes all the way from the factory in Abingdon to do it.

Did he? Well I'll tell you one thing, they wasted their trip!

It's an MGTA.

Is it? Aye, well, not any longer!

It's more like an M-E-S-S!

You'd be laughing out of the side of your face

if you realize knew how much it's worth.

It's a collector's item, isn't it?

Car like that'd be worth a lot, put to rights.

A few hundred quid, even in its present state.

I tell you what it'd fetch a bomb down south.

The lying, cheating little tyke!

Just shows you can't trust anybody these days!

Mr. Miller? Come inside.

Breathe in and hold it.

Just once again.

Thank you.

I thought it might be the air.

Probably the change of altitude.

I'm down to my last inhaler.

Your chest is very bad, Mr. Miller.

I was gassed in the First World War.

I see.

You do know you have to take great care, don't you?

Yes.

PHONE RINGS Oh, excuse me.

Dr. Rowan.

Hello, love.

That's very nice.

Nick, I've got a patient with me at the moment.

Fine. See you soon. Bye.

This should see you through.

It's been a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Rowan.

DOOR OPENS

COUGHING AND FOOTSTEPS

How was the doctor?

I really don't like people touching my things.

I'm sorry, Mr. Miller.

I was just turning down the bed.

Are your ears burning, Rowan?

- No, Sergeant. - Well, they should be.

Cos when I came in this morning,

I expected to find Claude Greengrass under lock and key.

But no!

Not only is he at large, but he's accusing one of my officers

you Rowan, of taking financial advantage.

All I did was buy a car, Sergeant.

A car?

- While in uniform? - It's a heap of junk!

You're a police officer!

- You're the doctor's husband. - Yes, Sergeant.

I don't want any of your smart London practices up here, my lad!

I gave him a fair price.

Well, you should have learned by now, Rowan,

is when you dine with the devil, you sup with a very long spoon.

Well, if anyone was done, I was.

The force doesn't employ you to deal in second-hand motor cars

during working hours, does it?

No, Sergeant.

Suppose he files an official complaint?

Do you have any idea how much a bumph that entails?

How much disruption to the work of this station?

Not to mention your future career?

Do I make myself clear?

I'll have a quiet word with him, Sergeant.

Yes, you do that.

Um, that smells good.

It is good, Mr. Miller.

I'm sorry I was a bit sharp last night.

None of us are getting any younger.

May I ask what your plans are for tomorrow, Mr. Miller?

Tomorrow? I have no plans.

Good. It's the fete. The harvest festival.

I'm not much of a one for social occasions, Mrs. Tripp.

Oh, you'll enjoy it.

I shall be making hot jam tarts. So you will come.

Very well.

- Now, with today's News... - Thank you very much.

Get out of it!

Right. Let's make sure that tomorrow

is not a repetition of last year's fiasco.

Do I make myself clear?

(ALL UNENTHUSIASTICALLY) Yes Sarge.

(LOUDER) Do I make myself clear?

(ALL) Yes, Sergeant Blaketon!

No more lifestock running loose.

Pandemonium, Ventress, to be avoided.

Yes, Sarge.

And Bellamy, no fraternising with the village girls.

Sarge.

And if by chance, Greengrass offers you the crown jewels,

or London bloody Bridge,

try not to buy them off him.

Do I make myself clear?

(ALL) Yes, Sergeant Blaketon.

Right. Carry on.

♪ BEATLES: Fool On The Hill

♪ Day after day

♪ Alone on a hill

♪ The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still

♪ But nobody wants to know him

♪ They can see that he's just a fool

♪ And he never gives an answer

♪ But the fool on the hill

♪ Sees the sun going down

♪ And the eyes in his head

♪ See the world spinning round

♪ Along the way

♪ Head in a cloud

♪ The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud

INHALER ECHOES DOWN TUNNEL

♪ But nobody ever hears him

♪ Or the sound he appears to make

♪ And he never seems to notice

♪ But the fool on the hill

♪ Sees the sun going down

♪ And the eyes in his head

♪ See the world spinning round

Mr. Miller!

You must come and look at the flowers.

Just for a second. They are magnificent.

- Any of them from your garden? - Most of them.

♪ Well nobody seems to like him

♪ They can't tell what he wants to do

♪ And he never shows his feelings

♪ But the fool on the hill

♪ Sees the sun going down

♪ And the eyes in his head

♪ See the world spinning round

Don't worry, Mrs. Reddle, I'll be straight over.

Is this going to happen every night?

What?

You playing with your toy car.

You're talking about the other woman in my life.

Well, this one's still working.

There, that wasn't too sore, was it?

She'll need daily injections for at least a week.

I'll call in tomorrow.

Any worse, and you ring me straight away, Mrs. Reddle.

Day or night.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh...! Urgh!

♪ Love is real

♪ Real is love

♪ Love is feeling

- Hello, Mr. Miller. - Hello.

I feel... like a glass of sherry. Will you join me?

Oh, that's very nice of you.

I'm sorry I've been so busy. Have you had a good day?

Uh well, I had a good look round the station,

the rolling stock, yes.

Well, here's to the fete.

You are coming tomorrow, aren't you, Mr. Miller?

Oh, I'll be there, Mrs. Tripp. Cheers.

♪ Love is asking...

♪ ...to be loved

God, Nick, you smell like a garage!

Well, I had a wash.

Might as well have the bloody thing in bed with us!

When are you going to look at my car?

Tomorrow. After the fete. All right?

How was she tonight?

Well, I changed the oil, I got the wheels back on.

I think the spark's going to be a bit of a problem.

You're telling me.

♪ Love is needing...

♪ ...to be loved

Tomorrow, love.

ACCORDION MUSIC

Bellamy, what did I say about fraternising?

Just put your head in there, now.

Yes, Sarge.

Hello, Claude.

Oh, Constable. Now then, what can I sell you?

You're a man who knows a bargain when he sees one, aren't you?

Now let's cut all this nonsense, shall we?

If you got a complaint to make, you come and see me.

You don't go shouting the odds down the pub or anywhere else.

- Don't know what you're talking about. - Don't you?

It's nice to see you doing all this for charity.

Charity?

Well, if you're not, you're taking money under false pretences,

and that's a very serious offence.

Give us a pint, will you?

I'll be back in a minute.

(Remember that job you did me with the sheep last year? Do likewise.)

Come on, then!

Is that the best you can do?

You're useless!

You've ever heard of doctor's revenge?

Thank you very much.

- I feel better now. - Do you?

You have a go.

Go on, throw it!

What I told you before, you cannot trust coppers, can you?

He's not as bad as that devious bugger, Blaketon.

Afternoon, Greengrass.

Ah, Mr. Blaketon. Just talking about you.

Aye, I heard you.

Hope you're not driving, in your state.

- Have you dried off, love? - Mm, just about.

- I really enjoyed doing that. - I know you did.

I've got to go. I got to get my bag and give Amy Reddle her injection.

I suppose you're off to see 'her'?

Yeah, I thought I might get 'her' to turn over.

You'll be lucky!

See you later.

By the way, George, where will you be tonight?

I'll be at the pub later. Why? What are you up to?

Bit of this, bit of that.

Might be having something fishy, if you know what I mean.

So if I'm knocking on the back door later on... it will be me.

Well, it's going very well so far, Rowan.

Let's keep it up, shall we?

I try to, Sarge.

SHOUTING AND SQUEALING

Bellamy, put that woman down!

I'll have you for this, Greengrass!

♪ BEE GEES: Tomorrow Tomorrow

♪ Now... I've found...

♪ That the world... is round

♪ And, of course...

♪ ...it rains...

♪ ...every day

♪ Maybe tomorrow

♪ Where in the world will I be... tomorrow?

♪ How far am I able to see?

♪ Or am I needed here? ♪

Hello!

I thought I'd like a walk, but I'm just a bit too tired.

Well, I'll run you up to Mrs. Tripp's.

- Thank you very much. - In you get.

How are you feeling?

♪ If I remember...

♪ ...all of the things I have done

♪ I'd remember...

♪ ...all of the times I've gone wrong

♪ Why do they keep me here?

♪ Now... I've found...

♪ That the world is round

♪ And, of course...

♪ ...it rains...

♪ ...every day

♪ And now I've found...

♪ That the world is round

♪ And, of course, it rains...

♪ ...every day

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

♪ I've found...

♪ ...that the world is round

♪ And, of course, it rains...

♪ ...every day ♪

- Mr. Miller, if you... - Not far to go now, Doctor.

Mr. Miller?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Kate?

You upstairs, love?

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

No, I'm afraid she's not.

I'm surprised, Mrs. Reddle.

She left the fete ages ago especially to give Amy her injection.

The door on the left.

Alright, in you go.

(HEAVY COUGHING)

Alf? It's Nick.

Oh, hello Nick.

(Here, you should hear what Blaketon had to say)

Have you heard anything from Kate?

I'm a bit worried. She's missed an appointment.

"I'm sorry, can't help."

All right. If you do hear anything, let me know.

- "Of course." - Yeah.

- Righto. - All right, thanks. Bye.

What is it?

If you could tell me,

- talk about what's troubling you... - I loved all this.

I loved them.

And her.

And it's all gone, Doctor.

It's all gone.

I don't know you very well, but I do know...

Who knows anybody?

I do know that if something's... causing you pain...

Look, I told you, I don't feel anything.

It's better to talk about it than to bottle it up.

No, no, that's where... where you're wrong.

See, doctors don't know everything.

- No, but we do know certain things. - It's like steam. You need to...

...you know, build up the pressure.

Mr. Miller?

Mr. Miller, supper's on the table.

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW)

Mr. Rowan...

(NICK) "Now you can learn, as I have learned

what it is to lose a loved one."

And Mrs. Tripp also had a letter,

asking her to leave his clothes to Oxfam.

It's like he's written his will, Sergeant.

All I'm asking is why a perfectly decent, sensible, pleasant person,

as you seem to be...

Why do something like this, Mr. Miller?

It's... MILNER.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

So, he didn't even tell you, then.

She was younger than you.

Who?

Who was, Mr...

...Milner?

My granddaughter, Claire.

We looked after her from the time she was... three till she was 18.

Then she... flew the coop, as they have to.

And... she was living with this

fellow who used to knock her about.

One night she picked up the bread knife and...

...stabbed him.

He died...

...and she got ten years.

We saw her every visiting day, in Holloway.

It really took it out of my old lady.

It finally killed her. Nobody thinks of that, do they?

Then... last month...

...Claire... topped herself.

She would have been 22.

Younger than you.

Now, your husband was in the Met.

And he was the one who arrested her,

and gave evidence against her.

He said she'd said at the time

she was glad she'd done it.

Well, somebody's got to pay.

MOTORBIKE

Greengrass? Have you seen owt of Dr. Rowan?

Um, er, ha... The motor's at the, er, railway sidings.

Right.

Nick, are you there?

What's that?

The car's been sighted at the railway sidings, Nick.

- "I'm on my way." - Okay.

In one month you... bury your old lady,

next month your granddaughter, and you think...

...well, that's it.

You have pills, gas oven.

But you've no energy.

And then you realise you've still got this lump... inside you.

And you've got to cut it out.

I got this from a little Turk.

It was him or me, poor beggar!

Just one or two of them had 'em.

We had bayonets, though.

I can still see him.

He didn't look in pain, only...

surprised and disappointed.

Trying to hold his um...

what d'you call it, intestines... inside his tunic.

They shouldn't lock up a girl like that for a thing like that.

It was spur of the moment.

No, possibly not.

But they did.

It was going to be him.

And then I met you.

I saw the pair of you at the fete.

And I thought 'No'.

Let him live with nothing, like I've had to.

Frank.

Frank.

Frank, I've got a 4-year-old girl

seriously ill with pneumonia waiting for me.

A young life at stake.

You're seriously ill.

You know that, I know that.

We both know life's unfair, but does a 4-year-old?

I've got to go.

You do what you want.

(SPLUTTERY COUGH)

- No, please leave me alone! - I can't, and I won't.

Let it go. Let it go.

- Kate. - Nick! Nick.

He needs help.

Please, be careful.

Be easy with him.

Nick, I need to go to Amy Reddle's now. Please.

- Can you stand? - Yes.

♪ THE HOLLIES: He Ain't Heavy

♪ The road is lo-oo-oo-ong

♪ With many a wi-ii-ii-inding turn

♪ That leads us to who-oo-oo-oo knows where?

♪ Who knows where?

♪ But I'm stro-oo-oo-ong

♪ Strong enough to carry

♪ He ain't heavy

♪ He's my brother

♪ So on we go-oo-oo-oo

♪ His welfare is my-yy-yy-yy-yy concern

♪ No burden is he...

♪ ...to bear...

♪ We'll get th-ee-ee-ere... ♪

Well, thanks for letting me know, Phil.

I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

He's in hospital.

You know, he's not got long to live.

Six months at the most.

I was proud of you tonight.

I really need this.

I was really proud of you tonight.

And I was really scared tonight.

Cheers.

Nick!

You're a mess!