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

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

Buckington floor.

What's that?

Well, it says that clutter always
increases to fill the space available.

Meaning? Well, since Alf moved next
door, your rubbish has been breathing

it's taken over his desk.

Hey, do you hear that, Alf?

Parkinson's law.

What's that? Well, it's this law that
says I'm not to blame for being untidy.

Oh, that's a relief.

I've just had a call from the area park
warden.

They've given permission for a party of
Boston lads to do some labouring work on

your patch. Oh, yeah?

How many lads?

Half a dozen of them, and one prison
officer.

Only one?

His name's Blinkan.

Go and show your face and make sure he's
got a grip.

Right. Well, didn't you tell them we've
got enough bad lads of our own? There's

no such thing as bad lads, only bad
parents. That's another of those daft

Your desk is in a terrible state.

Get it cleaned up.

You got me so I can't sleep at night.

who lived here. She had no family. No,
I'm the trustee of her will. The rent

goes to her chosen charity.

Oh, it's perfect.

I shall bake.

Will anybody be joining you?

No. Solitude is my aim.

Oh, my agent was absolutely right to
suggest this.

He'd given up hope of me ever starting
another book.

So you'll be writing it here?

Who knows?

I may even set it here.

Well, we'd better build our best
behavior then. Oh, no.

What a bore.

Besides, no one must know that I'm here.

I trust I can rely on your discretion.

Take a leg.

Trees, Sloper.

You've never seen countryside before.

Ship yourself, Harvey.

What's this? Sloper was sick.

Must have been your driving, Mr
Blankine.

Sloper!

Mr Blankine?

Get a spade and bury it.

You heard.

That should stop it spinning round.

Let's hope so. I've been shouting at
myself all morning.

Who's paying?

You'll get paid as soon as Tom Drabble
gets elected.

Oh, yes.

Well, Bernie, that bit of land out the
back, it's worth no without planning

permission. We hope Tom Drabble, he
hopes us. That's what politics is all

Helping people.

Help themselves.

Everything fixed? Oh, Mr. Drabble, can I
do... Ah, good, good.

Actually, me and Bernie were just
discussing that used car and caravan lot

going to make out of that bit of land
round about.

You never mentioned caravans, Claude.
Ah, yeah, yeah, well, Bernie's going to

deal with the cars, I'm going to deal
with the used caravans. Oh.

Does that make a difference then, Mr.
Drabble?

No, no.

Used cars, caravans, what's the
difference?

I'm sure I can swing it.

Assuming you win.

Assuming what? You don't honestly think
Tom's going to lose to boring Blaketon,

do you? You'll have to excuse him, Tom.
I think he's been inhaling too much

diesel.

The Blank Eye.

Yes, PC Mike Bradley.

I'm up the road in Aidensfield.

I just have a nice quiet corner,
Constable.

Yes, I suppose I have.

So, what's going on here?

We're clearing the debris from the
stream.

The Governor likes to get the lads out
and show them what they're missing.

Well, just so long as none of them
attempt it, eh?

It's a scarper.

Besides,

most have already done the thick end of
their time.

Break it up!

Get out of the water!

Get out!

you from somewhere?

Well, I don't know. Do you?

Your picture's on a boot cover, isn't
it?

Heart's set.

A lover's way.

On a gale.

Am I right?

What are you up to, Greengrass?

Oh, Mr Blake.

Of course, by this time next week I
might have to call you counsellor.

There must be a reason why you're
supporting Drabble. Oh, there is, Oscar.

I'm talking to it.

And where did you get those?

What? Those posters. They're mine.

Are they?

Still there? Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it
were litter.

They must have blown off.

Blown off.

Hey, Blaketon.

What do you think you're playing at?

You know what he's doing? He's pasting
his mush up all over my posters.

He what?

That's disgusting, that. You can trust
nobody.

He's covered everyone up round there.

What do you expect?

He used to be a copper. They're all
bent. I'm the one honest candidate in

election, and you know it.

Meaning what?

Work it out, Drabble.

Well, can't you count to two?

Say that that late, and take one step
further, and I'll give you a pasting.

Gentlemen!

What seems to be the problem?

Oh, no problem, Constable. Just a little
difference of opinion.

The pub's more or less opposite the
garage.

You can't miss it. Oh, right. Well, I'll
pop in and we can have another chat.

Now, who is that?

Which one? The one without the bucket.

Oh, that's Mike Bradley, our local
Bobby.

Oh.

He looks very approachable. Oh, yeah.

Easy man if you've got a problem.

Good knockabout stuff, this
electioneering, Oscar.

Well, does somebody have to stop that
villain from getting elected?

Who, Tom Drabble? Aye.

You only have to see the company he
keeps to know he's as bent as a nine

note.

Aidensfield deserves better.

More like you.

Well, that's not for me to say.

I'm so grateful you've come.

You reported a friend missing? Yes,
Marilyn, out here.

Well, she was up there for hours, I
swear it.

Well, cats generally find their own way
down.

But where is she?

In a basket.

She's trembling, poor thing.

I am so sorry for having put you to this
trouble, Constable.

Oh, no trouble at all, Mrs Gale.

Honour, please.

She's a city cat, you see.

She hardly ever leaves my flat and all
these trees, rocks and fields while

they're too much for her. Well, I'm sure
she'll survive.

I'm worried about it.

But will I?

You aren't here to climb trees, are you?

Well, the countryside can be a
frightening place to an outsider.

I'm sorry?

We look pretty stupid to Constable
Bradley, don't we?

But, as you say, we will survive.

And if there's any chance we can't, I've
got your number.

She says she's got right to block, so
she's taken six months at least while

tries to write the next book.

Well, I thought she wanted to remain
anonymous.

Well, no one will bother her around
here, whether they know her or not.

what I said.

Six months. It's an awful long time in
cat years.

Don't be such a misery. She charmed you.
I know she did.

But I shall tell her you're taken.

Good. As soon as possible, please.

Come on, get away from there.

What did you do that for?

It can't be for them.

We're better fed inside for doing that.
Yeah, but... Give it to you. What for?

No, Varley.

Have some self -respect, will you?

Stop eating that. I'm starving.

Yeah, so let's find some else.

Get away, you deaf bat.

What did you say?

Nothing. That's what I thought.

Come on.

Open it.

Not me.

You've been mouthy enough how you can
get into any motor. I can.

Right. Don't talk to me again.

The others can do as they like, will
you?

You what? They'd have your guts for
guards if it worked for me looking out

you. From now on, you're on your own.

Arlie!

When was the last time he saw him?

Hmm?

Where have you been?

Call the nature, Mr. Blankiron.

So why didn't you tell somebody?

No time, I was caught sudden.

The same with Sloper.

Let's ask him that.

So where is he?

Yes? Got a tin opener, missus.

Is this your place?

I rent it.

It's gear.

If I had a place like this, I'd get food
in and just, like, see nobody.

Except a dog.

I'd have a dog, definite.

My dog got killed.

Oh, dear.

Traffic accident?

No, my dad.

They kept chewing his stuff.

No, I'm bursting.

Take them with me, though, if you like.

Good.

Colin, what did you do to be sent to
Borstal?

I took a motor.

More than one.

I never damaged them, though. Never.

It's just that when I'm in a motor, it
feels like I'm as good as anybody.

Blink -eye.

How's it going?

Not bad.

What can I do for you?

Two ramblers reported their car was
broken into in the car park.

When was this?

Well, it happened a couple of hours ago.

You'd know if any of your boys had gone
over.

Yes.

Who's missing?

Sloper. Colin Sloper.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Wandered off and got lost, is my guess.

Why didn't you report him missing?

I expected him to find his way back.

And how long were you going to wait
before saying anything?

This isn't a chain gang.

These lads have to be let out and
trusted at some point. That's what this

about.

Where the heck have you been, sloper?
Sorry, Mr Blenheim.

Don't be cross with him, officer.

He turned up at my house, lost and
hungry.

A car's been broken into, Sloper.

Anything to do with you? Me?

No, Mr Blankine.

Go on, then. Get going.

And don't move, let her pay for it.

Bye, Colin.

I'm afraid he's not the brightest. Sorry
if he's been a bother.

No bother at all, officer.

I'm glad to have been of help.

Keep up the good work.

A she?

A friend.

A friend?

She lives up the road. Gave me a frial.

You're joking, aren't you? No.

Thought she was one of them stuck -up
sorts, but she's not.

She's all right.

Well, I'll finish her.

You know me.

I only mix with the knobs.

Well, on the housing in particular, the
council's record has been shameful.

And if I'm elected, I'll make it my job
to put that right.

So, uh, if you agree...

And I sense you do.

You vote Blaketon.

You can't go wrong.

And thank you for your time, madam.

What do you want?

Not within an hour to get him off to
sleep. Now I'll cut him.

Constable Bradley.

How nice to see you again. Come in.

Oh. Ah, no.

Thank you.

Are you thinking of making some changes?

Oh, just one or two.

If I intend to work here, I need a decor
that's a little more encouraging.

Well, I'm sorry. I've not read any of
your books. Oh, no need to apologise.

You seem more a man of action than of
letters, am I right?

Well, I do do a little bit of rock
climbing in my spare time.

Then I am right.

Are you about to eat?

Yes, but no matter.

Smells good.

Thank you.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks.

You drove off this morning before I got
a chance to talk to you about the boy

from the work site.

Oh, um... What do you want to know?

Well, you said he turned up here...

Lost? Correct.

And that you gave him the lift back?

I fed him, then took him back, yes.

You fed him?

He was hungry.

Did he have any food with him?

Well, he wouldn't have been hungry if
he'd got any food with him now, would

You're not going to hound the poor boy,
are you?

Well, I'd rather hound the man that was
supposed to be keeping an eye on him.

And what?

Stop them coming out here.

those poor boys are disadvantaged enough
without you depriving them of fresh air

as well.

You obviously took a shine to him.

Oh, clock off, Constable, and join me.

Now, that's very kind, but... I've got a
little something for you in the

kitchen.

You come here often?

I think you're unblocked, Mrs Gale.

Yes, I rather think I am.

It's me.

Well, I don't care what time it is.

Listen to me. I'm writing.

Morning, Gina.

Hi, Maddy.

How is he?

Wide awake.

Great.

Oscar's in the snug.

Right, thanks.

I've been trying to make the pub a
politics -free zone, but he said he's

of space in his room.

Never mind.

It'll all be over in a couple of days'
time. Unless he wins.

I take it we can't rely on your vote,
then?

I'm saying nothing.

Jackie didn't mind.

Well, why would she mind?

No reason.

No reason at all?

Her being a rich and attractive woman,
and you with your hands in her sink?

Write a bit of fiction, will you?

Have you two got the roster for polling
day sorted?

Er, just doing it else.

Good thing it's only a by -election.

A bobby on every polling station would
be a villain's idea of paradise on

election day proper.

Oh, talk of your villains, I run a check
on young Sloper.

He's got a record of car crime as long
as you're armed. Well, no surprises.

I'm pretty sure he, well, he broke into
the car, but with no prints, it's going

to be hard to prove.

Well, so long as Blinker keeps control
from now on.

Ashfordly, please.

Yes.

Well? What's up? Just a second.

Oh, it's a woman reporting a walker in
difficulties on Bleak Edge. Can we help?

You'd better nip over.

Right, sir. Yeah, we'll get someone
there as soon as possible.

Well, I think that's a good idea,
Maggie. So if you can... What are you

here, Greengrass?

I'm washing up. What does it look like?

The engine's packed in. Well, get it
unpacked.

Smartish. We need to get out of here.

If you could.

Please, Claude.

How do you do, ladies and gentlemen?

Tom Drabble's the name. Hope I can look
forward to your support on polling day.

Tom Drabble. Don't forget the name.
Thank you, sir.

Nice to have seen you. Cheerio.

Oh, what a little tweeter.

Hello, darling.

How are you? Can I have your vote on
polling day?

Vote for me. That's the thing. Tom
Drabble. There has to be a better way.

Tom Drabble way. Every minute I'm stuck
out here, Greengrass, it's costing me

votes. I'm giving it a looking at.
Anybody think I've broken down on

That's exactly what I think. And I'm
going to make an official complaint.

What do you want about it? You are an
official complaint.

At least I'm not breaking the rules.

What do you mean, Claude? You and him in
there.

What are you talking about?

It is illegal for candidates to hold a
meeting on, quote, premises that are

licensed for intoxicants. But that rule
only applies to committee meetings,

Greengrass. Tell that to the returning
officer.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work
to do.

Give me that plug. I'm going home.

Yeah, I know.

Hello? Hello?

Are you all right?

Do I look all right?

Mrs. Gale? What are you doing up here?

I was walking along the track, and I saw
a flower, and I tried to reach it

myself.

Is everything working? Legs, arms? I
think so, but every time I tried to

up, the ground seemed to move.

Hold on to me.

See if you can stand.

Oh, no.

My lips are shaking.

It's OK.

Greetings, Acting Sergeant.

Oh, hello, Oscar.

How are things on the campaign trail?

Well, to be honest, Al, it's not very
good.

I need some help.

Oh, dear.

Do you remember that fraud case a couple
of years back involving Tom Drabble and

Vic Painter?

Yeah, Painter went down for five years.
Correct.

And Drabble got off.

Go on.

I want you to reopen the file.

Reopen it?

Has some new evidence come to light?

Oh, come on, Alf.

Don't be pedantic.

Do what, Sarge?

Don't worry about it, Bellamy. I see.

You want me to rake up some old dirt on
Drabble. He belongs inside.

We both know that.

Very convenient, I'm sure.

Look, I am standing up in this election
for honesty and decency in public life.

In that case, I'd better forget that we
ever had this conversation.

Some people take their democratic
freedoms very much for granted.

Sarge.

Sarge.

Look, I don't know if it'll help, but I
heard rumour that Drabble's been seeing

Janet Painter while Vic's been inside.

I've been seeing Vic Painter's missus
all night socialising, is what I've

Bellamy, thanks.

You've come a long way.

Do you want to know a secret?

Open toast.

No, thanks, Edith. I'm in a rush.

You're not knocking on doors. It's early
in the morning, are you? No, I'm off to

prison. Er, visiting.

Oh, you're cheerful.

Ooh!

What is it? Not what, who.

Mike Bradley, Beefcake.

Oh, dear.

Blockbuster novelist Honor Gale's ordeal
on the Shivering Mountain.

What? Ended when PC Mike Bradley came to
a rescue.

The dashing constable could have stepped
straight out of one of my books.

Sir?

Hey.

Sleeping sloper.

The woman who did me the fry -up, it's
there.

Look.

Same name.

Hey, lads, look what Sloper's reading.
It's a tart book. Give it here.

Give it back.

Sloper. Shut up and sit down.

Oh, Sarge.

Morning, Ventress.

Oh, I didn't expect to see you.

Really.

Open a window.

Where's Bradley?

I'm due in, Sarge.

Any minute.

How's cadet training going?

It's going very well, thank you,
Bellamy.

They're raw but willing, and the
exercise is doing me the power of good.

The whole experience has been most
invigorating.

How are things here?

Oh, very similar, sir.

Good morning, Bradley.

It's a surprise to see you. Well, it
seemed opportune.

It's not often that one of my officers
receives such public commendation.

And more to the point, he earned this
praise through fitness for duty.

Skill allied to endurance. That's going
to be our goal when I come back.

And I'm grateful to you, Bradley, for
setting such a timely example.

That's all.

What's the matter, man?

Thanks a bunch.

I think I'd better go and have a lie
down.

Don't tell me you haven't seen it.

Eh?

Magnificent, mate.

Joke over.

What joke?

You here, me, and anyone else you intend
to use.

What are you talking about?

Truth, lies, fact, fiction. Don't know
the difference, do you?

Oh, dear.

I am so sorry.

Nothing to do with you, I suppose.

I promise this is as much a surprise to
me as it is to you.

Look, you set up some pathetic publicity
stunt, and it's a surprise, is it? It

is.

My agent said he wouldn't use it
straight away.

Oh, you were saving it, were you? For
the front cover of your book, perhaps?

Look, I think you've wasted enough
police time already, don't you?

From now on, whatever trouble you get
yourself into, don't call me.

Where did you get this information?

Well, I've come straight from the
prison. I knew that once you'd read

you'd want to reopen Drabble's file.

How come that Vic Painter waited till
now to shop him?

No idea, Ralph.

It's a mystery.

Just taking the phone message for you,
Mr Drabble. It's on a notepad in the

office. Right you are.

What are the chances of you and him
settling your slaves here?

About as much change there would be of
you pecking and moaning.

It's not hot water and aspirins I'm
putting in here, you know, Claude.

Then it is.

The money I've laid out for that piece
of land is a non -returnable deposit.

But you don't hear me going on, do you?

Just relax.

We'll be home in dry when the results
come out.

I'm sorry, Claude. Look, you're going to
have to manage on your own for the rest

of today.

Why? Is there something at all?

No, no, just something I've got to do.

Then I'll see you first thing in the
morning.

Look, I've been made to look like a
complete idiot.

No, you haven't.

What, do you think they meant that
ovation?

Yes, of course they did. Look, they
don't know she set you up.

Come on, Mike. You're losing your sense
of humour.

Look, I was just trying to do my job.

You know what? That's what I told her.

You talked to her?

Yes. I told her she was a silly cow.

Or you could both have been injured.

I should have to apologise, of course.

Absolutely not.

Absolutely, yeah.

But you're not flattered by the
attention?

No.

Not even a little bit?

Not even a little bit.

Well, good.

Because I can give you all the attention
you need.

Come on, get back inside.

Later. Come on.

Hey, where did we go?

Days when the rain came.

Down in the hollow, playing a new game.

Laughing and running, baby.

Skipping and jumping.

In the misty morning fog with a heart
that felt better than you.

A bright -eyed girl.

Make it count.

Smith and Todd over there.

Sloper, go with Boone.

Come on, Varley, get cracking.

Move, move, move!

Somebody put an apple in that pig's
gull.

What was that, Varley? I said give me
the tools and I'll finish the job for

Mr Blankiron.

Morning. Morning, gents.

Good morning.

Nice day again. Yes.

Happy voting.

You lot.

doing that won't last five minutes come
on out of it i

went away just

when you you need me

Very kindly, just give me a couple of
minutes.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning, Lord.

If the devil was to cast his net.

The bus has stopped here just for a
couple of minutes for the convenience of

of you who'd like to use your vote for
your candidate, Mr Tom Drabble.

Apart from everything else, I think
you'll find your bus service will be

the hands of Mr. Drabble.

Has Drabble showed up yet?

No, not whilst you've been here.

I'll get it.

Well, as soon as he does, I want to
know.

Well, what's going on?

Well, Oscar's stirred up some new
evidence against him.

Mike, that was the station.

Mrs. Gale, apparently she might have an
intruder. Might still be there. Just

leave me out of it.

Things have gone missing and they say
she sounds pretty scared.

Yeah, well, she's very good at that.

Listen, Phil, do us a favour. Tell her
she can write a list and drop it into

station.

Make a list?

No, really, I need somebody to come
right now.

No, please.

Hello?

Not sign of it.

No, sir.

Right, get in. We're going.

What about Barley?

He'll get what's coming to him.

Come on.

There you go.

Have a sip of that.

Now, are you sure you weren't imagining
it?

Someone was there.

He didn't think I'm making it up.

I wonder why.

Blink on.

I'll still...

One of my prisoners has gone AWOL.

Same lad as before?

No, only wish it was.

Why do you say that?

This one's named Varley. Bit of a Jekyll
and Hyde with just enough brains to be

dangerous. Well, do any of his mates
know where he might have got to? He

got any mates.

Slope has the nearest thing.

Like a dog to his master.

Hello?

It's Jackie Lambert.

Hello?

Honor?

Well, he didn't say anything to you.

Look, if you know where he might be,
you'd be helping him, darling.

He could have gone for a fry -up.

Fry -up? Like the one the lady did for
me.

The writer lady.

What do you want?

Where's Mrs Gale?

Out.

And what are you doing here?

Just dropped in for a chat.

I think you should go.

Don't be like that.

Have a drink.

That's what we felt.

All right?

After you.

Bye -bye.

I like a bit of a chase, do you?

Don't come near me.

What are you scared of?

Squeezing the trees?

Where's the arm in that?

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right.

It's okay.

And still your man hasn't turned up.

Why should he? He knows he's walked it.
Walked it?

Legged it, more like.

What does he mean by that?

Hey, why's our ventress looking for him?
Don't ask me. I'm neutral.

I've got a feeling there's a bit of
funny handshaking being going on.

Meaning what? Work it out with a pencil.

Have you found him?

Seems we were the last to see him after
you got that message at the garage.

I bet Blaketon's had something to do
here. What's happening in there?

A bit too close to call. They're having
recounts.

I knew you shouldn't have risked the
money on that land, Claude. Now you tell

me. Why weren't you more forceful? You
should have put your foot down. You'd

have felt mine.

What's this?

I'm going.

For good?

I don't feel sorry.

Right. Oh, that's not very gallant.

The real thing is always such a letdown.

Really?

Jackie's back at the cottage. She helped
me to tidy up.

Rent's paid.

Why don't the two of you snuggle down
till the lease runs out?

The last two recounts have ended in a
dead heat.

So, in accordance with the rules, the
winner shall be decided by lot.

Who's he, when he's alone?

Oh, it's by the toss of a coin, Mr.
Greengrass.

You are?

Oh, it's in the rules.

And since Mr. Drabble still appears to
be indisposed, it falls on Mr.

call. If I could just have a word.

Mr. Drabble's absence may have something
to do with inquiries we're making to a

criminal matter.

Criminal matter?

I just thought I'd mention it. Oh, yes.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Tails. Tails it is.

It's all a plain fiddle, isn't it? And
you know why, don't you, Alf? What are

you talking about? What am I talking
about?

Trouble's been nobbled, and because of
you, so have I.

The Lord had plans to become caravan
king of the North Riding. Yeah, because

your lot, I've lost my deposit.

Nobody has to put up a deposit in a
local election.

It's not that sort of deposit.

Stick to coppering, Alf. You know a note
about politics.

Neither do you.

Oh, and I thought you might need some
help.

Oh, did she?

I thought she'd gone for good.

She has.

She just packed what she wanted and left
the rest.

You know, it wasn't a good idea, her
living here on her own.

No? No.

You need company in a house like this.

You know, if I'd believed her SOS, she
might have stayed.

Forget it.

Have a drink.

I'm serious. I let her down.

Oh, you did, did you?

No, you don't think so?

Mike.

She's gone home because she got
everything she came here for.

Really?

That one thing.

My hero.

I love you.

What would you say to all -year -round
hero cover?

Well, it sounds very comprehensive.

Well, it is.

Well, how does that work?

Well, it's called marriage.

What? Marriage.

You're serious?

Yes.

Will you marry me?

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat Why does the love chip in my
memory?