All language subtitles for heartbeat_s04e13_assault_and_battery

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

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

I put the light back on.

Not unless you promised to stop.

Do you know what the time is?

I thought you wanted this finished
tonight.

Yeah, but it's one o 'clock in the
morning.

And it's finished now.

Oh. Yeah.

Make us a cup of tea, will you?

Yeah.

Get a load of that.

It's on my van and all.

Takes some shifting, eh?

Boss can't know you elsewhere, is he?

Come on.

I can't help the way that I feel,
Mervyn.

I was worried. OK, OK.

And you crept in like a burglar.

Look, the house was all dark. I didn't
want to disturb you, love. I wasn't

asleep.

I never sleep when you're out late.

You should have gone up, then.

Why didn't you phone and say you were
held up?

Or would that have meant letting her
know you were a married man?

Letting who know? Whoever.

I've had enough, Mervyn. It's got to
stop.

Mr. Tye!

You are not enough as he wants.

Have you seen outside, boss?

Don't just stand there gawping. Check
the stock.

I doubt they got in anyway.

I'll have their guts.

Who do you reckon did it then?

Who do you think?

Crackpots.

Don't touch anything.

Who on earth are you?

Jim Norton, Ashfordly Gazette. How do
you feel, Mr Sykes?

Who told you about all this?

Tip -off this morning.

Can you tell me who you think... Tip
-off? Who from?

It was anonymous.

That's all I need. Oh, look, this is
private property. Get off my land!

Clean this mess up!

It should be cheerful.

Yeah, not too cheerful.

Bright colours stimulate a baby.

Is that a fact?

Maybe we should stick with wallpaper.

No.

Emotion.

It won't matter if it gets scribbled on.

Oh, if that's for me, I'm on my way to
Whitby.

Well, yeah, yeah, it sounds like a right
mess. I'm late. I'll be back for

evening surgery.

Yeah, all right, Mrs Sykes.

I'll be over to see it for myself.

OK. Bye now. Bye now.

Excuse me, officer. Have I missed the
turning for Aidensfield? Yeah, it's just

back there. There's a signpost. I never
saw one.

Well, you shouldn't really ride where
your hair lives.

I don't suppose you happen to have an
elastic band?

Yeah, I might have.

Do you know Aidensfield?

Yeah, I live there.

Oh, right.

Is there a decent pub there, somewhere I
can get bed and breakfast?

Well, you could try the Aidensfield
Arms.

They make you feel welcome.

Just tell them Nick Ryan sent you.

Hiya, Nick.

I'm Loveday.

Well, it'll cost a packet to put right,
though, and the van needs a complete

respray. The sooner the better.

I'm not driving it through town in this
state.

Don't go on your big nelly. It's what
you're paid for.

I mean it.

You can do your own deliveries this
morning.

What?

I'll deal with you later, Appleby.

He'll be out on his ear, that one.

Have you sacked anyone lately who might
have had it in for you?

No.

Mind you, I'd sack the lot of them if I
could get any better.

Yeah, that's the trouble with full
employment. We get the real dregs in

industry.

Why's that?

It's repetitive, isolated.

They only do it for the money. There's
no real loyalty.

Good lad, Terry.

And you don't take all day over it, eh?

It's a bit strong.

Just ignorant kids.

Yeah, well, not so ignorant, and not
just kids.

How do you mean?

I'd be pushed to find any kids around
here who know what Dachau is, let alone

spell it.

Hey, little head, when, when, when will
you lay me an egg?

For my tea.

Hey, little hen.

When, when, when will you try to fly one
for me? Yes. Tell your wife to do

better than this or they'll be thrown in
a packet of stuffy.

Modern egg production.

Birds are warm, dry, well -fed.

You get extra hours of artificial
daylight to encourage them to lay.

And you get used to the poll.

Don't they mind being banged up like
this?

No, no, not if they're de -beaked.

They don't complain much. They're only
birds after all.

Food and drink on tap.

What more do they want?

You don't think it's cruel, do you?

I've never really thought about it till
now.

Some do.

Lefties back to nature hippies.

They want everyone to be able to go to
work on an egg, but you meet demand with

an efficient system.

They'll start creating mayhem.

Have you had any trouble before?

A few poison pen letters, you know,
silly slogans made out of newspaper

cuttings. How long have you been getting
them?

Well, a few weeks now.

How many?

Well, I don't know exactly, but every
few days lately.

Have you still got them?

I got this one this morning.

I've thrown the rest away.

I don't take much notice of this
rubbish. I mean, some idiots won't see

eye with a minivac about any intensive
farming methods.

This lot, they seem to be getting
organised.

They even tipped off a newspaper
reporter this morning. I mean, if I ever

them, I'll... You'll what?

Report them to you, of course.

Get into your nest.

Do your little best.

Get it off your chest.

I can do the rest.

Hey, little hen.

When, when, when will you lay me a name
for my feet?

I hope this works.

And

this

is one I pioneered in Wales.

It's a ramble on wheels, if you like,
right off the beaten track.

It must be fun exploring by scooter.

Yeah, it's good if you can keep off the
main roads.

Then the publishers wanted more.

The Lake District. I've been there on a
school trip.

I had to learn a poem, daffodils and
stuff.

One bread and cheese.

Here you are.

Oh, no, you don't have to pay now, love.
I'll put it on your bill.

Oh, right.

Is this your regular job, then?

It's just a fill -in. I start teaching
next term.

That gets me into the countryside.

Yeah?

I just met the girl of your dreams,
Phil.

Yeah, right little crapper. Come down at
my boozer. Yeah?

I'll come over then.

I'll buy you a pint tonight.

All right, you're on.

Al? What do you know about battery
farming?

It's legal.

Yeah, I know that.

Any reports of vandalism?

Well, Ronger Farms is the only battery
set up in this area.

They've had some problems over in the
West Riding.

What sort of problems?

Slogans, graffiti.

Protest demos?

Do they know who's responsible?

There was a bunch of students that was
organising the protest demos,

but they haven't caught anyone for the
graffiti.

Any news on this vandalism, Rowan? Well,
our protest vandalism's been happening

in West Ryder. Oh, Annie Morton, night
before last.

So the question is, are these isolated
incidents or some sort of campaign?

Because if this is organised, I think
they're heading this way.

Well, they've been receiving poison pen
letters at Runga Farm, Sarge.

This one arrived this morning.

Oh.

Local postmark.

I think they've arrived.

That's no aunt.

What, have they let the doc live next to
me?

All of Aidensfield, knee -deep with
panic -stricken culture.

Hey, look, careful, woman.

Is it loaded?

Not yet.

Well, as long as you don't expect me to
fire it.

Don't be daft. Why should I?

When I'm on my own, at night, because my
husband's out late at a meeting.

Oh, come on, look, it doesn't happen all
that often.

You're not scared, are you?

Come out.

Great.

Who's that at the bar with the knife
policeman?

Phil Bellamy. He's a copper, too.

And you can't have Nick because he's
spoken for.

Mervyn Sykes. Owns one of them big
battery -end farms.

He's also married.

Looks like Phil's the only one worth
chatting up, then.

You'd better make your move soon, Phil.

She won't be here long.

You win.

My shopping.

Two more baby shams, please, George,
when you're ready.

Hello again.

Hello.

I hear you're going exploring tomorrow.

Robin Hood's Bay, Whitby Abbey, with a
detour around Revo thrown in.

Well, don't get lost, then.

What I really need is a local guide.

Someone to show me places off the beaten
track.

Well, I know some, and I could be free
tomorrow.

OK, you're on.

Pick me up here at, what, nine o 'clock?

Right.

To date.

Thanks.

Great.

His affairs don't last.

I shouldn't mind what he does.

It's getting so I can't stand it any
longer.

I think that's perfectly understandable.

Look, I will give you some more pill.

Half strength.

But I want you to promise me you'll talk
to your husband about how you feel. I

do try.

But he takes everything so lightly.

He doesn't know how much he hurts me.

Well, you've got to tell him.

Why do you think he keeps having
affairs?

He likes women who fall for his charm.

Oh, he's fond of me in his way.

I always know when he's been successful
with another woman.

He's ever so cheerful and affectionate
with me.

And how do you respond?

Well, I'm not going to congratulate him,
am I?

I'll show you.

I'm sure we'll find Whitby without a
map. Uh -uh, not this route.

Come on, look, I've got a large -scale
ordnance survey in the car.

OK.

That was the sight.

Oh, by the way, I'm still on the shift
that manure tomorrow.

No, no, no, not tomorrow. We're having a
call. Look, sort out with Ken, eh? I'll

see him later.

Bye. Bye -bye.

Now, Phil.

So were you. You look as if you lost a
bob and found a tenner.

I have.

These are free -range, George. I mean,
my chickens are independent.

They live off the land.

I'm not sure.

Do we need any eggs, Gina?

We're all right.

And the shop delivers.

You don't want that battery system
rubbish.

I mean, it's not natural.

Free -range tastes entirely different.

Besides, mine are sixpence a dozen
cheaper than theirs.

Oh, well, now you're talking. I thought
that had appealed to you. I'll bring you

ten or twelve thousand in tomorrow.

Could have come home sooner.

Instead of picking up a girl.

There's a drink here you didn't need to
go out. What girl? I was with Nick Rowan

talking about all this bother.

No good.

I saw you.

Look, ask him if you don't believe me.

What did you see?

You. With your arm round a girl.

Come on. I was showing her a map.
There's nothing in that.

Look, I needed to talk to Rowan about
security. If you're at risk from

vandalism... I'm not scared by that.

I'm scared about us, Mervyn.

How we are together. What's wrong
between us?

I am afraid.

Afraid of what's turning me into a
nagging wife and making you a liar.

Just let me finish this form. Will you
go to bed?

Nick.

You're going grey.

No, it's paint.

No, no, it's definitely grey hairs.

Huh? Yeah, have a look.

It's paint.

You've had it now, mate.

I'll teach you to interfere.

Where's Constable Rowan, lad?

In there.

Right.

What? What happened?

Over there.

He's been dead at least six hours.

One of your patients, is he?

Yes.

I'll just go and see how his wife is
coping.

I came to work to open up, then I came
in here to start loading, like, and

Boss had shot himself.

Who's this?

Ken Appleby, Sarge. He reported it.
That's right.

Do you need me any more?

No, let's go for now, thanks. I'll need
a statement later.

Well, you got here quick.

Oh, you know what they say.

New trouble's fast.

There's a piece, I don't know. What for?

I've got a tip -off about that graffiti.

You mean you're not the police
photographer?

Me? No, Jim Norton, Ashford League is
that. Right, you, outside, now. Right.

All right, hang on, Sarge.

Where did you get the tip -off from?

Anonymous. Someone called early. Just
said that there was something worth

seeing. Is this yours?

No, not mine.

Different mate.

What do you think then, Sarge?

Who else lives on this farm?

Er, just Mrs Sykes. Why didn't she
report it?

She slept through it.

Went to bed early, took a sleeping pill.

Well, looks pretty straightforward to
me. You haven't seen anything to suggest

we call in the CID, have you?

Nothing so far, Sarge.

Let's hope it stays that way.

You'll attend the post -mortem.

Right, Sarge.

Popular bloke, Mervyn Sykes.

Wouldn't know if it makes him want to
opt out.

Oh, come on.

If I'm quick, I can have a piece in the
weekend edition.

There's got to be a story, not
bankruptcy.

No idea.

Usually money with farmers.

Mind you, those vandals made a right
mess of this place yesterday.

I was first on the scene.

Really? He wouldn't kill himself on
account of that, though, would he?

I mean, it was suicide.

That's a matter for the coroner.

So, if you've no other business, you
can... Actually, I'd like a word with

widow. Offer condolences, you know.

Take this.

It's a sedative.

Is there anyone you want to come and
stay here with you? No.

Just to make sure you can rest without
being disturbed.

No. I don't want anyone else in the
house.

Have they taken him away yet?

Yeah.

You didn't want to see him, did you?

I did love him so much.

I'm betting everything I've got on you.

I'm giving all my love to one baby.

What helps me if my baby don't cut
through?

Has love -date left in, then?

No, what's Goose's got? She must have
been up there, then.

She's had no breakfast.

Well, it's just as well she didn't want
any of this is what Claude calls first

thing.

These are free range, you know. They lay
them where they want.

I don't just pick them out of a metal
tray.

Hang on, George.

They're a bit mucky.

Of course they're mucky.

It's because they're free range.

Give me four, Bob.

Morning, Hope.

He's looked there, Bat.

You've missed her. She went out early.

Did she say where she was going?

We haven't seen her.

Sorry, Phil.

Any chance of a coffee, please, George?

He was licensed for this, was he?

Yes, Sarge.

Farmers have been known to take the easy
way out.

Well, he didn't exactly seem the type.

Even so.

What about these poison pen letters? Any
sense of a threat in them?

Only that one I showed you, Sarge.

Well, we'll have to wait and see what
the pathologist says.

Now, this is your case, Rowan.

For now.

Report to me after the post -mortem.

Yes, Sarge.

Do you remember what time he went to
bed?

Eleven o 'clock.

Maybe half past.

Did your husband come upstairs?

I don't think so.

Recently we've been sleeping in separate
rooms. He snores.

Did you see him last night?

Yeah, I saw him at the pub.

He seemed all right.

It must have been an accident.

Mervyn.

Phil, listen to me.

She's lovely, but she'll try and make
friends with any decent -looking bloke

cops eyes on.

She isn't for you.

Maybe she meant them all right.

You'll tell her I waited.

Yeah, I'll tell her.

On his clothes they call me. Oh, I bet
they do.

Yeah, yeah.

Son.

What happened?

I fell off the bike.

Inquest tomorrow morning, Ventress.

Rowan's coroner's officer, you two
assist.

Who's the coroner?

Mr Lauderdale.

Oh, that's... Ventress.

Just make sure he's got nothing to
complain about this time, such as

nipping out for a quiet smoke.

Where is Bellamy, by the way?

Oh, I forgot to mention it, Sarge. He
rang up first thing this morning.

He's off sick.

Did he?

Why didn't he speak to me?

I couldn't trace that.

Kate! Phil!

I've got to look to Hamaker.

She'd take a look at her. What's
happened?

She's come off her bag.

I think she's unconscious.

Yeah, we'll get her to the hospital
straight away. I'll come with you.

Yes.

Post -mortem.

Yeah, still not conclusive, Sarge.

In what way?

Well, the only fingerprints found on the
gun belong to Mervyn Sykes.

But the pathologist doesn't see how he
could have done it intentionally.

Oh.

Accident, then.

Could be.

And badly grave, but nothing's broken.

Do you have any idea where it happened?

No, not really.

We were going to go robbing her to bed
this morning, but she was out and about

early.

Will she be OK?

Oh, yeah, in a day or so.

How are you feeling?

Me?

Well, fine.

Your day off, isn't it?

Mm.

These eggs.

Oh, when I see Claude Greenback, I'll
give him free range.

Phil, Dave didn't go too well.

Really?

He brought her into the surgery this
morning. She'd fallen off her bike.

Is she all right?

Oh, she will be.

But she hit her head badly.

There.

That didn't take long between the two of
us.

Right, I want to go and see Monica Sykes
this evening, check she's OK.

Yeah, all right, I'll come with you.

Great. The walk will do us good.

Walk? It's miles.

Oh, come on.

So it wasn't such a perfect marriage.

He couldn't resist having affairs.

Well, didn't that make her angry?

No, she... She just lost sleep over it.

They got any money, worries?

I don't think so.

It was her money set the business up and
I think it was going OK.

You should be resting.

I'd rather be busy.

And have nothing black except this old
evening dress.

Mervyn preferred me to look colourful.

How long were you married?

Four years.

How much has to be made public?

Well, the coroner will ask if Mervyn
ever threatened suicide or if he

from depression.

But you know he wasn't like that.

He could laugh anything off, even
serious things.

Like poison pen letters?

Yes.

He told you about those, did he?

I opened one once.

And how did he react?

I think he was more angry with me for
opening the letter than he was with the

person who sent it.

How did you feel about the letter?

Sick.

Worried.

Everything Mervyn wasn't.

I did try to be different.

Less emotional.

How does the business down now?

Were you in partnership?

On paper.

The money was mine, but Mervyn managed
it.

He was the farmer.

It's only natural.

Well, there's not much natural about
this farm.

I pictured myself in an orchard at
Cockrow, scattering corn from my apron

calling the hens by their names.

Then I discovered what he meant.

He rubbished me for being a romantic
idiot and years out of date.

So you'd have some sympathy with whoever
did that graffiti, then?

When I was little, I never much liked to
see even a buddy in a cage.

I can't bear cruelty.

I hate it.

You don't mind if I get on with this?

So do you think they had a row that went
wrong?

And she shot him?

No. He hurt her badly, but she loved
him.

She'd never have harmed him
deliberately.

What made you think that one up?

Well, he just didn't strike me as the
sort of bloke that would want to kill

himself.

Go on, then.

I'm not sure I trust you.

What's that?

That looks like blood.

What have you got there, Owen?

A pair of overalls, sir.

I found them in the woods near Runga
Farm.

That thing's fine.

Well, the next question is, whose blood
is it?

Let's get this down to forensics.

Do you want me to go, sir?

No, I'll deal with it. You go down to
the inquest.

Ventress is on his way.

Evidence of identification in the post
-mortem reports are pending further

inquiries.

I was hoping to clear this one up
quickly. Why couldn't the poor fellow

note?

His widow?

Yes, sir.

She feels sensible.

Mrs. Monica Sacks? Yes.

You have the court's sympathy in your
bereavement, Mrs. Sacks.

If you'll bear with me, I have a few
questions to put to you about recent

events.

You've identified the deceased as your
husband, Mervyn Price.

Yes.

Was your husband disturbed by Vandal
attacking his property?

Angry. Nothing disturbed him much.

You're sure it wasn't preying on his
mind?

Troubling his conscience?

Mervyn didn't go in for that sort of
thing.

So in your view...

In no circumstances would he turn a gun
on himself.

It was an accident.

Must have been.

And you'd gone to bed early?

Yes. And heard nothing until the alarm
was raised yesterday morning?

I take a sleeping pill.

My husband went to the aid and filled
arms.

He was talking to Constable Rowan about
some graffiti which had been painted on

the farm.

Yes, sir. We're still investigating.

Then it's possible, if it did drown his
mind, that whoever committed that

outrage may have a great deal to answer
for.

Oh, come on, Mrs Sykes, you've done very
well so far.

Well, if it's stuck up a tree, madam,
call the fire brigade.

And about time too, Bellamy. Look, take
this over to Perendik and get them to

check the stains on the collar.

Right, lads.

Oh, Bellamy.

Yes, lads.

Just one other thing.

Sarge?

How are you feeling today?

All right, thanks, Sarge.

Better than yesterday, are we?

Much better now, thanks, Sarge.

Well, I'm very pleased you've made such
a remarkable recovery.

Why don't you stand there?

Dick!

Sarge.

PC Rowan.

Nice quote from the coroner in there.
Should go well with my graffiti story.

Anything more you can give me about the
progress of your investigation?

No, not at the moment.

There is something you can do for me,
though.

Yeah?

Tell me about that tip -off you had.

Not much to say, really.

I was the only one in the office when a
call came in. A woman saying that there

was something worth a story I put wrong
a farm that morning.

A woman?

Yeah.

Doesn't half wet the appetite.

A walk before lunch.

It's meant to be part of the job, Al.

Appetite?

Walking. What?

Kate, it's me.

Hi. Yeah, I've just come from the
inquest.

How was it?

Well, Monica seemed a bit upset by it
all.

That's understandable.

Do you think she'll go and see her?

Yeah, I'm just going out on my round.
I'll call in.

All right. Thanks, Al. Bye.

Happy. Good day.

Do you think you can lend me a hand?

Yeah, sure.

Rowan! In here!

We'll be in a minute.

Well?

Adjourned for two weeks, Sarge.

Hmm.

Well, just write up your report.

Do you mind if I speak to Monica Sykes
again first, Sarge?

On what grounds?

Well, I think she might be keeping
something back from us.

Well, if you didn't seem the type to try
to pull the wool over our eyes, but if

it serves any useful purpose, all right.

Thanks, sir.

Oh, just one other thing, Rowan.

With Dr Rowan in her condition, I
presume that there's some redecorating

on at the police house in Aidensfield.

Just a bit, sir. And as I'm sure you
remember, a police officer in a police

house is duty -bound to redecorate at
least one room each year.

And I am duty -bound.

To inspect it.

I've not forgotten, sir.

I've just looked at my diary, and it's
14 months since the last time.

Really?

So, would this evening be convenient?

Ah, good. You ready?

Yeah, what's up?

I want to pick up Dave's bicycle.

Oh, right. Where is it?

Well, just outside Aidensfield, where I
found a... Oh!

Mind the shop.

I was just on my run. I thought I'd drop
by.

Thanks.

It's very quiet here today.

The stock have gone this morning.

What happened?

I couldn't bear it any longer.

I told the staff to get rid of them.

How did it go this morning?

As expected.

Awful.

Nick said it was pretty grim.

It's just the endless repetition.

I keep going over it in my mind as it
is, but then sitting there, hearing it

gone over again.

I can imagine.

No, you can't.

Believe me.

You can't imagine the guilt.

Death tap, do you think?

No wonder if you fell off, eh? Yeah.

Is this where she crashed it?

I don't know. I don't think so.

It's probably about that way.

Take a look.

Go on, then.

I'll race you.

I might get one of these She must have
been moving

Hello, love.

You OK?

Yeah.

You make us a cup of tea?

Yes, dear.

I saw Monica.

Oh, really? What do you think?

Well, she keeps talking about feeling
guilty.

Maybe you're right. Maybe she is hiding
something.

No, I'm not so sure.

How do you mean?

Well, we've just found our Miss
Loveday's camera where she crashed her

Hmm. Now, that flashbulb I found up at
Runga Farm fits it.

So what was she doing there?

Now, if she was involved in all that
graffiti stuff, the chances are those

her overalls that we found.

But the blood?

You said she hit her head.

Yes, but she definitely fell off her
bike.

I could tell from the grazers.

Well, maybe she was already injured.

How are you feeling?

It still feels like a herd of elephants
doing a clog dance in my head.

We've picked up your bike.

Thanks.

Found your camera.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Took the liberty of having your film
developed.

I see.

I found a flashbulb at Runga Farm that
seems to fit your camera.

We also found some overalls with
bloodstains.

And they've been sent off for analysis.

Now, I know you fell off your bike, but
what else happened?

Well, I was in there, wasn't I?

Couldn't get out fast enough.

He, uh... He chased me into the packing
shed.

It was horrible.

I was so scared.

He sort of raised the gun to clobber me
and... As I felt this bang on my head,

the gun went off and... I could see that
he was dead.

I ran out.

The rest's all blurred. I'm sorry.

You'll tell his wife that I'm sorry.

What were you doing there?

Taking photographs.

Of hens in batteries.

What for?

Public information, of course.

We can't campaign without evidence.

And no egg producer's going to roll out
the red carpet for someone like me.

And Sykes caught you trespassing, is
that it?

Came storming in after me with a
shotgun.

I mean, he didn't need that.

I was all ready to leg it at the first
shout.

And what about the graffiti and the
poison pen letters?

I didn't do that.

Oh, come on now, then. No.

It does no good, that sort of gesture.

I believe in letting the public know the
facts so they can decide for

themselves.

So it wasn't suicide.

From what she said, it was an accident.

Accidents have causes.

But I don't blame the girl.

Oh, if you remember, the coroner said
that whoever was responsible for the

campaign against your husband could have
contributed to his death.

Yes. Well, it does seem strange then
that this love day denies it.

She also denies sending the letters.

Someone else did.

No.

I can't prove anything.

I'll have to face up to it one day.

I was just trying to rattle him.

Get through to him.

Shake that awful complacency of his.

Do you need a statement?

I can't see there be any charges for
malicious damage to your own property.

I can close the file.

I wish I could.

I wish I'd never opened it.

sunshine on a cloudy day.

And it's cold outside.

I've got the month of May.

Oh, why can't you take what

can make?

Better be quick. It's been flaked and
coming round.

7 .30.

Did you remember the digestives?

The chocolate digestives.

You were supposed to pick some up from
the village door.

Sorry. I forgot.

Well, there's no time now if you want to
get the nursery finished.

Can't wait to see that cot in its place.

Come on. What can make me feel this way?

My girl.

Talking about my girl.

All the little ducks do quack, quack,
quack.

The cows all move.

The bull duck too.

Everyone says, how do you do? Down on
Jollison Farm.

That's all I said.

It's about these eggs, Claude. The bats.

Every one of them.

Don't talk daft.

I practically saw them being laid
nearly.

Oh, yeah?

So what's all this then? Eh?

I, er, well, I must admit, I had a bit
of an egg flow problem, so Ken Appleby

said he'd help me out, but as far as I
know, there's nothing wrong with them. I

bought them in good faith.

So did we, and we want his money back.

Ah, well, there might be a bit of a
problem there.

Oh, really?

I'm prepared to negotiate.

Ah, you've left it too late for...

Oh,

that's good work, Rowan. Well done.

Right, I'll inspect your decorating
while I'm here.

Oh, after you, Sergeant.

So what do you think?

Well, a lot of clouds.

Kate's idea.

Is he going to be a pilot?

He might be a she.

Why don't we call him Oscar?

What do you miss when my baby kisses me?