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Your ears are supposed to go in there,
both of them.

Who's that?

It's me.

I wonder where you've gone for the day.

So I'll get off the bike.

You got anything in yet, Mark?

There's lots of roles that I'd like to
play.

I'd like to do new work, really.

If I can make a living, then that's
great. In this profession, that's one of

hardest things to do, I think, really.
Just keep paying the mortgage.

I was out of work a lot, you know, when
I was a teenager when I left school.

My mum and dad were very supportive.

They were always forever lending me
money and looking after me, really.

How do they feel about your success? I
think they're very proud, yeah.

I think most parents would be proud to
see any of their children get any kind

success, but when you're on the
television, I suppose people still think

as very glamorous, don't they?

They don't really know, do they?

It's really hard work for us all.

Action! Quite a change for you as well
from the role that

everybody knew you were in, EastEnders.

Yeah, it was a gamble. I've been there a
long time, five years, eventually.

And after about the third year, I
thought it was possibly time to leave.

But you get used to the money.

You have to pay your mortgage.

You get used to the kind of security,
really, which we never have in this

profession.

But enough was enough for me. I just
wanted to do something else.

Just more of a challenge, really.

And so I left and did some theatre.

Did a radio show, bits and pieces on the
box.

And then this came up.

Why do you skip when my baby slipped me
mine?

Heartbeat, why do you slip and then give
me a skippy sign?

Riddle it back and sing it to me.

Can I just ask you briefly about the
singing?

Well, it all happened because of
EastEnders, really.

There was a storyline that some of the
young members of the cast were to start

up a band and all this kind of thing,
and then they decided that I was going

sing this song, and then they decided to
release it as a record.

And it was all very much what they
wanted to do, and I wasn't really in

of what was going on and just felt quite
manipulated by it, really.

And so vowed to never do another one.

Obviously, I've now learned never to say
never, because this time, the producer

suddenly said,

would I sing the theme tune?

And at first I was horrified by the
idea.

And then rethought again and thought,
well, maybe it's not such a bad idea,

really.

And I did, and it was very successful.
So obviously the first time wasn't

a fluke.

He missed it, he said. Not missing.

And he had no clothes on? No, he was
naked as the day he was born.

I tell you, Constable, I've never
peddled so fast in my life.

Showing everything he's got, he was.

We had snow on the ground during the
filming of this next episode.

There was a wedding and a spot of bother
involving one of the local respectable

citizens and a bizarre case for
Ashfordly police.

A thief.

who liked to tidy up before he left the
scene of the crime.

Why does the love of kids fade in my
memory?

Very neat job.

No marks on the window.

Looks like the same bloke.

Only took silver.

Blaketon won't like it. He was hoping
Chummy had moved off our patch.

Still alive and nicking.

Oh, dear.

And still leaving his little trademark.

Apparently these magazines were all over
the place before he broke in.

Tied it up.

Oh, it tallies with all the other silver
thefts. Yeah, at Strensford, the vicar

said some plates had been put away.

And Elstonby, he did the washing up.

An house -proud silver thief.

Extraordinary.

Well, are you waiting for him to come in
and dust the fells?

Go out there.

What's up?

Do I join Ferrenby or take the job in
Middlesbrough?

The hospital need to know.

Alex can't be that bad to work with.

It's the way he works.

His age.

It's all that brown paint in his
surgery.

He wants you.

Your methods and her approach.

People here get sick the same as they do
in London.

So maybe you're the person they need to
drag this place into the 1960s.

I can't offer you the white heat of
modern technology, but you wouldn't have

come back to Aidensfield if that's what
you really wanted, would you?

What are you doing now?

Right now?

Nothing. Excellent.

Come with me on my round, eh?

Meet some more of the patients.

Get a feeling for the challenge.

Well, that is if you feel you'd like to.

Yes, sure.

Good. Good!

Again. Afraid so, Mr Townsend?

I can't mess a bloke to his burgers, but
I'm not so busy.

It's over, you think?

Yeah.

Eat a lick.

Well, here we are.

Abrams Saunters.

Looks a bit muddy out there. If you'd
rather stay in the car.

I expect you get all sorts of stuff
passed through here.

Yeah, Victorianas of vegetables,
decorative doilies.

That's King George V, isn't it?

Who are the other blokes?

First of all, war leaders.

Marshal Bush, President Wilson.

Is that Kitchener?

No, it's Elhaig.

Kitchener's missing, I'm afraid.

Pity.

Corey, no villains selling through us
this week.

It doesn't seem to have responded, does
it, Mr Salter?

I think it's a dump, what does it?

These can't do much good either.

What do you think, Kate?

A touch of pneumonia.

It's only mild, Mr Salter. And certainly
nothing modern medicine can't put

right.

No, but I think we'd better beef up his
antibiotics just the same.

What about changing to oxytetracycline?

He may have built up a resistance to
penicillin.

What?

Jeremy!

Ah.

Is she taking good care of you, Mr
Salter? Oh, yes.

She brings me a hot meal every day, does
Miss Sterling.

Good. Well, now, you keep on eating
properly, and together we'll have you up

doing in no time. Hello, Doctor.

Nurse? Oh, this is Dr Revin, Miss
Sterling.

Good morning.

Well, we'll be off then.

Kate, my dear, I know you may be a bit
rusty, but watch the bedside manner, eh?

It's not good for patient confidence to
have two doctors indecisive over

treatment.

I just don't think we could work
together.

I know you're not keen on me going to
that hospital job.

No, that's not true.

I want you to be happy, that's all.

That's what I want as well.

You're a good girl.

What?

Make it and marry.

Not hanging about either.

Who? Alan Maskell and Sandra.

Hey, you don't think she's out the dark,
do you?

Don't. Don't be daft. She's on the pill.

Oh, yeah.

Still, that'd be one thing about taking
a hospital job.

What?

Well, don't shout on Saturdays.

You might have to work on the 23rd.

Hello, Aidensfield Police.

Yeah.

Oh, hello.

Yeah.

Yeah, hang on. I'll get her for you.

Turn the light off.

It's for you.

Leave me alone.

Get up. The phone, it's for you.

It's three o 'clock in the morning.

It's Dr Ferrenby.

You'd better not keep him waiting. It
sounds urgent.

Turn the light off.

Oh, Kate, my dear.

Sorry to drag you out at this hour, but
I thought you'd appreciate seeing the

practice at its most unattractive.

Absolutely, Alex. I have a call from
Penelope Stirling. I'm afraid one of her

old people is sinking fast.

Miss Stirling? At this time of night?

She keeps odd hours.

Well, don't we all?

I'll be jolly glad when my new assistant
arrives, whoever she or he may be.

Filled from lovely things.

I suppose so, yes.

Oh, what a pity.

One of these ink bottles is missing,
isn't it?

I've no idea.

Looks quite precious.

I don't know anything about that kind of
thing. It'll all be sold off at

auction, I expect.

Didn't she have any relatives?

No, another lonely old soul like all the
ones I visit.

There we are.

There's the death certificate.

Will you see to the undertaker? Leave it
to me, Doctor.

Good. Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

I'm sorry about yesterday, Doctor. I
think we got off on the wrong foot. We

make mistakes.

You get off home.

It can't be doing you much good making
house calls at four in the morning.

I'm often out and about at this time of
night.

Good night.

Good night.

Apart from the missing silver
candlestick, did you notice anything

In what way?

I know it might sound silly, but was
anything put away or tidied up?

Well, yeah.

Someone's finished our jigsaw.

Ten shillings, Mr Dowd.

Lot 25.

Quite interesting. It's a South African
campaign medal, circa 1992, 1993.

The presentation boxes would have
contained tobacco.

It's all been framed.

Two pounds. Two pounds, thank you.

Two, two ten.

Two past ten, two past ten. Three past,
three past, three past, three past. Any

more on it? No.

Three past.

Two of the ladies.

What are your nippers getting with,
then? Oh, er, proper job and all.

The lass has no dad, so it's all down to
me, we're slow.

Of course, the true love never did run
cheap, you know.

Hey, I might be able to get you a nice
morning suit, half price.

Get away, there's nothing wrong with my
old suit.

Hey, how about flowers?

Oh, I need more than a bunch of dafts
out of the woods.

Transport, then. I bet you're not fixed
up a car.

Oh. Man, they'll have to be cheap.

What can you do me for a fiver?

Oh, I'll get you something really smart
for that.

All above board, mine.

Hey, come on, Walter. How long have you
known me? Of course it'll be above

board. £4 .10 to the lady.

Miss Dirling! Oh, you are...

We're getting married on the 23rd. Are
you free to play the organ?

I think so. Pop into the church tomorrow
at 12 and we'll talk about the music.

Come on, you'll tell your Mr Kitchen's
stuff.

Pick the news.

Mr Atten.

Lot 35, one incomplete set. I told the
judge it's depicting First World War

figures made by Wilkinsons, designed by
Carruthers. Ten of the eleven, ladies

and gentlemen.

Unfortunately, Lord Kitchener is
missing.

Certainly collectible. Who's about made
100 guineas?

80 guineas.

80 guineas. 85?

85, 90?

95 guineas?

95 guineas against you, sir. All done,
then. 95 guineas sold to Miss Sterling.

You've done this before, Miss Sterling.

What? Oh, it's you, Constable.

You seem very knowledgeable.

I wouldn't know what it's about.

Oh, simple, really. I know what you want
and what you're prepared to pay.

It helps if you know a bit about
antiques.

Well, you obviously do.

I like to surround myself with old
things.

In a previous life, I even worked for a
dealer in Lincoln.

I thought you'd always live round here.

No, Rolling Stone, Constable.

Well, don't you miss the antiques
business?

To tell you the truth, I wasn't very
good at it. Fell in love with the stock.

Couldn't bear it when anything got sold.

85, 90, 95, 400.

Not at all, madam. Thank you.

Call in again sometime.

Very neat and tidy, Constable.

Worth a Boy Scout badge.

Yes, Sergeant.

Now then, this your tale has so very
well, but I want results.

Division are threatening a permanent CID
presence here until this chap's caught,

and we don't want that.

Do we, Ventress?

No, Sarge. No, Sarge.

So, what new leads have we got?

Or nothing new.

No one ever is him.

But they always tie this up afterwards.

Looks like he's mocking us, the fact
that we can't catch him.

Bellamy, that's his fatal flaw.

That's his Achilles' heel.

And that's why we'll catch him.

And when we do, you should take a
lesson, Ventress.

Oh, yes, Sarge. Yes, Sarge.

So...

As we haven't got any leads, what about
some crime prevention?

Go round the likely houses, warn the
occupiers.

Yes, sir. Right, move!

Sergeant, Penelope Sterling.

What about her?

You don't think she's the burglar, do
you?

No, Sergeant.

No, I think she's up to something.

What? I'm not sure what.

With her good works, Rowan, that lady is
a saint.

Like to get his hands on this

What?

You said to come and see you.

Yes, of course.

You just made me jump.

You see, you have something, Lord
Ashfordly, that this burglar wants.

can't be money.

No, this burglar specialises in silver.

Are your cabinets alarmed? Good God, I
couldn't afford that. I'm still trying

bring the plumbing into the 20th
century.

But you do have an alarm that rings
through to our police station? Yes, the

insurance company's idea.

And what's wired up to it? Not much, I'm
afraid. This picture here is the

Vermeer in the Great Hall and the
tapestry in the gallery upstairs.

And the alarm rings straight through to
us? That's it. Makes no sound here at

all.

Well, perhaps you should put some of
this in the bank for a while.

We don't think the villain's local, so
he'll probably move on soon.

Unless we catch him first, of course.

Funny old things, aren't they?

Quite ugly, really.

Odd.

Strange? Yeah, strange.

Picked them up this morning, actually.
Small antique shop in Strinsford. All

First World War leaders.

I saw some just like these.

Unfortunately, little Kitchener was
missing.

Well, it can't be these. That's
Kitchener just there.

It's a bit muddy, Alex. If you'd rather
stay in the car.

Yes, I would, actually.

You can't.

Yes, I can.

I can do what I like.

Go on, off you go.

Tough at the top, isn't it, Doctor?

A woman?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

Late 50s, sensible clothes.

Do you know her name? No idea.

Has she been in before selling stuff?

No, I've never seen her before.

Did she know the value of what she had?

Yes, she wanted 400, not a penny less.

And she insisted on cash.

Very specific about that.

And was the set complete?

Of course, I wouldn't have paid half as
much if it wasn't.

I'm very pleased, Mr Salty. You're
coming along quite nicely.

It's your pretty face that's doing the
trick, Doctor.

Now, you tell old Fernby I only want to
see you from now on.

We'll have to see.

I'd better be off.

Bye -bye.

Bye.

He wants me to

read to him. We've just started Great
Expectations.

He used to be an English teacher.

Loved to read.

Unfortunately, his eyes aren't up to it
anymore.

Some of those look quite special.

Oh, I wouldn't know. One book looks much
like another to me.

You do all this voluntarily?

My reward is seeing them happy.

Thank you.

The Lord Kitchener was definitely
missing when I sold them. That's how the

jokes came from Major Fitch.

Who?

Major Fitch.

Or rather, his estate. He died a couple
of months ago.

Is there a widow?

No relatives at all.

Miss Sterling used to work after him.
Take him his meals, that kind of thing.

Miss Sterling?

Is she a regular customer of yours?

Fairly regular, yeah.

What does she buy?

Well, usually she only buys when we sell
her old people's things, like with

Major Fitch. I suppose she buys little
things that remember them by.

Does she ever sell things here?

No. Not to my knowledge, no.

You're worried she might be a target for
this silver burglar of yours?

Something like that, yeah.

Major Fitch.

Yeah.

I want to know if he reported anything
stolen when he was alive.

Well, he wouldn't have reported it dead.

In any case, he was dead before the
silver burglar moved on to our patch.

No, it's not silver I'm interested in.
It's Lord Kitchener.

Well, nothing here.

Oh, great.

Thanks, Al.

Decisions, eh?

The unsociable hours of the houseman
versus the unsociable hours of a GP.

Well, just don't ever become part of the
brain drain, Kate.

This country needs good doctors.

What did you want when you first came
here, Alex?

The question hardly applies.

It was all so different then. Mainly
private patients and a doctor had a

position.

Now I'm just part of the landscape being
slowly eroded by time and the winds of

social change. And things are changing,
you know, Kate.

Even if not as fast as you might like.

Do you regret it, though, the change?

Regret?

No, I just belong to a time that's past
when age meant respect. Now it's a time

for the young.

And I'm not young any longer.

A doctor today needs your kind of drive,
Kate.

Good night, Alex.

Good night, my dear.

That's the church, the organist, the
flowers and a cake.

What about a car?

I know a bloke in Ashfordly will do us a
good deal.

It's all right. I've sorted it.

Oh?

Great.

I just don't believe it. She's a good
woman.

A bit rough, but a heart of gold.

Yeah, well, I think Penelope's halo has
just slipped.

I should get the proof tomorrow.

How?

Town's at the end of his auction after
Elsie Baker's effects.

I bet she'll be there.

She's not interested in antiques.

Who told you that?

She did. The night Elsie Baker died, and
again at Mr Salter's.

Well, there you are.

She told me she used to work for an
antique dealer in Lincoln.

All right. OK, where's she get her money
from?

She's hardly the private income sort, is
she?

But when they auctioned off major fidget
effects, she splashes out 95 guineas on

an incomplete set of 10 Toby jugs.

Now, later that day, someone answering
her description sells a complete set of

11 Toby jugs for 400 pounds.

Well, maybe she found the other one in
another antique shop.

Maybe she bought those 10 to make up a
set. Maybe she got lucky.

Yeah, well, maybe her luck just ran out.

Do you want another one?

All right.

Hello, Alan.

Need your advice.

You had speeches at your wedding, didn't
you?

Yeah. When my dad toasts us, I toast the
bridesmaids.

Who does the best man toast?

I'm not sure he toasts anyone.

What does the best man think?

Derek's in London. I haven't been able
to speak to him.

A Londoner?

Yeah, well, he's from around here.

Moved to London last year.

He's a great laugh. You'll like him.

Do you want a drink?

Yeah, why not?

Excuse me a minute, look.

You organise transport?

I've got you a cracky motor.

She looks like Princess Margaret sat at
the back. Good.

Hey, that reminds me.

Have you got a photographer sorted out?

Dress looks fab.

I've got an old bracelet, new shoes,
blue earrings.

I'm just short on something borrowed.

What about a garter?

Have you got one?

I bought one for our wedding.

But it's not the sort of thing you can
wear down the pub.

Thanks. Everything else all right?

Yeah, it's fine.

Except I'm not that keen on Alan's best
man.

A chap called Derek.

Why?

He's got a big mouth.

I'm a bit worried about what kind of
speech he's going to make.

All right. Yeah, thanks for checking.

I will.

Yeah. Bye.

It's P .P. Hardwick at Lincoln's. Send
his regards out.

What do you want with Lincoln?

Ah, come on, you two. Don't hang about.

What is it, sir? Absolutely all very
long.

Bellamy, mind the shop.

Aye, you can trust me.

I'm terribly sorry. A new maid, more
thorough than usual, decided to duck

the picture one touch and the alarm goes
off.

Well, no harm done then, sir. I'm
awfully sorry. I'll try and keep it

off during the daytime in future.

Sir, would you mind leaving the picture
at this angle?

On the floor.

If the silver burglar who lights the
tidy up comes here, we'll give him

something to tidy.

Good idea, Rowan.

With your permission, of course, my
lord.

Just don't muck up like you did the
fish.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this
morning's auction, the first section of

which deals with the sale of jewellery
and silverware, much of Georgian

silverware up for sale. In fact, the
first item, lot one, is a late Georgian

silver ink stand fitted central taper
and snuffer with, unfortunately, only

cut glass silver -capped ink bottle.

So who'll start me at five guineas?

Five anyway.

Thank you, Mr. Stern.

Thank you.

I've thought long and hard about it, and
I've decided I'm not going to take the

job with Ferrenby.

It's not for me. I'm a hospital doctor.

So, Middlesbrough.

I know I've let you down.

No, you haven't.

Whatever you think is right for you.

Well, I just don't want to become old,
reliable Dr Rowan, ranked one above the

knit nurse.

I don't want to become part of the
scenery.

But the scenery's not that bleak round
here.

All right, join the hospital.

Go back to never getting to know your
patients.

Go back to the 30 -hour days, petty
politics and bureaucracy.

I was there last time, Kate, remember?

I knew it. I knew you didn't want me to
take that job.

No, I just don't want you looking back
on your hospital work in London with

-tinted glasses.

You've been knocking Ferrenby and his
practice. I thought I'd even things up a

bit.

Well, that's very kind of you.

Look, Kate, whatever happens, you'll
never be just part of the scenery.

Well, it's your last chance to back out
now, Alan.

We could be on the A1 in an hour and in
London before the pub's shut. Derek.

You want to move to London? There's a
whole scene going down there.

I've got the garage.

And besides, Sandra doesn't want to
move. Yeah, well, if things don't work

out... Shut it, Derek.

It's me wedding day.

So what do I have to do again?

Take that gum out for a dart.

Not there!

This can't have been better, David.

You stand on my left.

Then we walk down the aisle till we get
to Alan. Then we stop.

You take a step back and to the left.

Stand there and don't say anything. I
told you to get a haircut.

No. What will Alan say?

That'll be too pissed to notice anyway.

Really?

I

don't

like ties.

She looks like butter wouldn't melt in
her mouth.

So where's your proof?

I was sure they would have had something
on her at Lincoln.

Are you in charge of this vehicle, Mr.
Greengrass?

What? Oh, yes.

It's polished up quite nice, isn't it?
Well, make sure you return it till it's

rightful owner before I'm back on duty.

All right.

for letting me borrow this?

Not at all. I hope you're both very
happy together.

Remember?

Whose idea was it to let Greengrass
supply your car?

Alan's dad.

Why, is something wrong?

Nick was just admiring it.

I'll see you later.

Enjoy yourselves.

This is your day off.

Oh, yeah. Me and Ringo were like that.
And I went to school with Paul. Great

mates. Don't believe a word he says.

He's all mouthies.

Just because you've got no gear groups
in Yorkshire.

Scousers. Full of wind.

You what?

Behaviour.

Walter, Mr Greengrass wants a pay.

Are you Vince?

No, I'm a friend of Alan's. Oh, you're a
Londoner. I live down there myself now.

It's a great place.

It's a bit dead up here, though, isn't
it?

I suppose it's all right if you like
morgues, then.

I'm Derek, by the way. Nick.

Do you fancy livening yourself up a bit?

Sorry? You know, lemonade for the brain.

Oh, right.

I tell you, this stuff is fan -bloody
-tastic. I'll do you a good deal. You

know, us London boys have got to stick
together.

Here, have that on the house. If you
want some more, you know where to find

I hate moments like this.

Why can't I go out, have a good time and
just for once forget what I do for a

living? What's happened?

Derek, the best man, just gave me some
drugs.

It's a wedding.

What is it?

I think it's Durafed.

An amphetamine like speed.

Like bombers.

Miss Sterling!

I thought you did very well with your
Toby jugs.

I was talking to a friend of mine.
Apparently they're quite valuable.

I'm not really in touch with them. I'd
love to have a look at them. Maybe I can

pop round some day. Oh, I'm so sorry.
I've just spotted an old friend of mine.

Will you excuse me?

Some day off.

I'd better be going.

Oh, already?

You played lovely in church.

Oh, thank you. It was a very nice
spread.

Make sure the car is returned to Mr.
Salter. I'd hate him to think it was

stolen.

What was that about?

Claude. I only borrowed it. I'm taking
it back.

I told you they were good, didn't I?
Yeah.

I had to get them to me, though, didn't
I? Yeah.

You feeling good?

Yeah. Yeah, they're demon, aren't they?

You got any more?

How many do you want?

No, no.

Outside.

So how many do you want?

How about I take the lot? It won't cost
you.

No.

It won't cost you.

I'm a copper.

You're nicked. You bastard!

Right. Now I'll count to three.

One. What did you say to me, you
Liverpool sod?

Two.

What did you call me, you pisshead?

No offence, mate, you scouse git.

I thought this was your day off, Rowan.

What was the first thing you said to me
when I arrived in Aidensfield?

Go on.

Remind me.

If you're here, you're on duty.

Sentry!

Bloody hell!

Ashfordly hole!

There better not be someone doing late
-night dusting.

Let's go.

He'll just sign the statement.

There is something else you can help us
with.

We found this among your things.

No one's reported it stolen.

Where'd you get it from?

I'm sure our man nicked this from Miss
Sterling's house.

before she bought the rest of the
inkstand at auction.

Hang on, Rowan.

How did she get it?

Well, when she's looking after the old
people, she'll have a good sniff round

and sort out the most valuable objects.

And always sets of things.

Yeah, exactly.

She borrows one of the set.

The victims are too old to know it's
just one thing missing.

Then, when they die, if there's an
auction, she'll move in.

and legitimately buy the rest at a much
lower price because the set's

incomplete.

Then later, she sells the complete set
and cashes in.

I see.

So shall I get her in?

What for?

Well, theft.

All you've got is the word of a burglar.

All your witnesses are dead.

I feel ever so much better.

Thank you.

Both of you.

Oh, nothing to do with me.

I'm told I'm not pretty enough to have
any effect on you. Is that right?

Yeah, I've missed all these.

If ever I'm confined to bed again, build
me some shelves in the bedroom, will

you, so that I can die in peace.

Yeah, that's funny.

What is?

This set of Charles Dickens.

Oliver Twist's missing.

That's a very serious allegation,
Sergeant.

Yes, I have Mrs. Alters' copy of Oliver
Twist, but I can assure you I did ask

him if I could borrow it.

He said you didn't.

Well, I'm sorry, but I did.

He must have forgotten.

You know how old people are.

Do you still have that inkstand you
bought at Alston, by any chance, Miss

Stirling? Yes, of course. Why?

Remind me.

It was incomplete when you bought it.

Wasn't one of the ink bottles missing?

Yes.

Well, Miss Sterling, we believe this was
stolen from you.

Oh, thank goodness you found it.

So you were burgled?

Yes. Why didn't you report it?

Well, I was going to, of course, but
this was the only thing that was taken.

And you've recovered it so quickly.

But I must warn you.

We know what you're doing, and we know
how you do it.

And you must remember, a lady with your
reputation, any end of a scandal.

So, the ink bottle.

It's ours.

Evidence. Yes, of course, Sergeant.

Rowan.

I'll go and tell him.

Well, go on then.

Aren't you going to come with me?

No, I'll wait here.

I'm really looking forward to it, Alex.

Oh, my dear, so am I.

Oh, wait a minute.

I've got a present for you.

When did you get that made?

A couple of weeks ago.

I knew you'd say yes in the end.

Here, hold on.

They've spelt your name wrong.

What?

Excuse me.

It's all right.

She's your new doctor.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?