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

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

Walker's right.

That's him.

Shall we go in?

No, I'm not going.

He's spotted us! Go! Now!

Ah, yes.

It's nothing special.

No, no, very nice.

Oh, well, you didn't say how long you'd
be staying.

That depends on how quickly I can finish
my business.

What sort of business is that, then?

Well... Sorry, it's none of mine, is it?

It's no secret, it's just rather boring.

Right, I'll let you get settled in then,
eh?

Thanks. See you later.

Oh, Tuck Tuck.

Yes, Dad?

Middlesbrough Police are sending a van
to pick him up.

That's the second prisoner they've lost
in the past month.

Well, at least it's allowed us to grab a
bit of glory.

Or rather, Walker, who not only gave us
the lead, but finished it off in style.

Well done, lad.

Oh, um, Bellamy.

West Yorkshire Crime Informations. I
asked you to check.

Yeah, um, well, I didn't see anything in
them worth mentioning, Sarge.

Wasn't there something about a space of
car thefts in Leeds and Bradford?

Sports cars, fancy cars, E -types, Mini
Coopers, that sort of thing? Well, yeah,

but I can't see them turning up round
here.

They'd stick out like a sore thumb.

Really?

Yeah.

Sergeant Merton always asks me to use my
discretion.

I am not Sergeant Merton.

As soon as you can.

Hey, look.

Hi, Mr Ford. Hello.

Busy, I see.

One of our local wheeler dealers is
plugging his gear.

He reckons that a bit of competition
between the lads improves him

Is that what he said?

Well, not in so many words, no.

I think he thinks that the station's a
bit too cosy for him.

Oh, right.

There you see.

Well, he's not the only one who thinks
he's the blue -eyed boy.

Now then, sour grapes.

Well, Rob's always going to have the
drop on me, isn't he?

What do you mean?

What? With his dodgy relatives, he's
always going to have a constant supply

tip -offs.

Oh, why don't you cultivate your own,
Narcs?

Well, that's easier said than done,
isn't it? All the contacts I've ever

have either dried up or they've gone
inside.

I... I could pass on one of mine.

Well, I've put my feet up behind the
desk now. I'm unlikely to tap one.

Are you interested?

Well, yeah.

Yeah.

Distilled from wild orchids from the
mystical east, that.

Eh? It's not bad, that, Vernon.

How much?

A pound to you, Gina.

Right. It's old.

What shall I do? Just knock it off its
lace?

Just the job.

Now then, Constable, how about you?

A... Special gift for a perfect friend.

Oh, I don't know. What do you think?

About what?

Do you want some perfume?

No, come away. I've got plenty of
perfume.

Sure? Yeah, why?

Don't you like the sort I wear?

Point taken.

Ah, now here looks like a man who has
got immaculate taste. What do you think?

One pound.

Special offer. Cash only, of course.

And no receipt.

Well, no time for admin, I'm afraid.

I'll take a tie as well. Oh, steady on,
sir. You'll be giving yourself a

nosebleed.

Big Smalley?

Maybe.

Phil Bellamy.

Al Fentress said that you might be
interested in talking to me.

Ah, well, we'll see.

I don't know nothing for charity.

Yeah, I know that.

I just wanted to make contact first, you
know.

See how you feel. Broke's how I feel.

I'm thirsty.

Well, does that mean you've got
something for me? Well, I might have, as

you come up with your end.

Well, I need a background, a name, you
know, something to interest me, boss.

Ray Craven.

Well, the whole of you. No, it's flush
with money, and it's not through taking

sheep to market.

Come and see.

Good idea, David.

Sorry we're a bit late, Mo.

No matter.

I'll come down this afternoon.

Now then. All right, boss.

Well, you've got them sheep unloaded.

Get yourself straight back to town.

Okay, boss.

Now then, Mo.

What's going on here?

My service is not good enough for you.
It's just half a dozen sheep, Ray.

Not worth your while.

No excuse for bringing them in a
bonejacker like that, though.

How many pounds have I been telling you
to change that ball? All right, Gina,

I'm doing it.

Oscar?

Yeah?

I think our guest works for the Inland
Revenue.

Isn't that the official craft?

Yeah, that's the one.

Look, we've got nothing to hide then,
eh?

Why don't you bank on it?

Mr. Altop?

Yeah? Derek Ford, Inspector of Taxes.

What do you want?

A full and frank disclosure of your
income would be very nice.

I'll settle for a cup of tea to start
with.

Is Craven known to us?

No, he is a local businessman.

He hasn't got a record.

What about the snout?

Is he reliable?

Well, he's very fond of the bottle, but
if you choked him before midday, he's

all there.

Hmm.

Craven's business is moving livestock to
and from markets all over the North

Riding. He's also into exporting sheep
through Whitby Docks.

So what?

Well, the snout reckons that it's the
cover for other activities.

The fact is I don't have a budget for
paying snouts, but there are ways and

means if the situation warrants it.

Well, he tells me that there's something
imminent, Sarge.

All right.

I'd better hear what he has to say.

I'm not joking!

As he snuck the knife in, the smile
never left his face.

Why didn't you call an accountant?

I hadn't even got a set -about, let
alone an accountant.

Catching hands all I know, like most
folk in these parts.

So what happened?

He had Luke round the farm and had a
guess.

A guess? A testament, he called it.

Five years' back tax.

Said I could agree the figure and pay
up, or else he'd come back with a couple

of his mates and do a job proper.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because you're next on his list.

Hi. Hello.

I thought you'd be out all day.

Forgotten something.

Do you want a ham sandwich?

Yeah, thanks.

You know, you asked me what my business
was.

Oh, forget it. I'm just nosy.

No, there's really nothing to hide.

I'm a tax inspector.

Oh.

All right.

Do I still get a sandwich?

No.

Of course.

It's an important job you do.

We'll have to drain the oil, take the
sump off.

Yeah, all right.

Are you still here?

Of course I am.

This is serious, Bernard.

I don't know what mess you've got
yourself into this time, Bernard, but

to get out of it yourself. I'm busy.

He's coming for me. The baby -faced
assassin.

What's in the bag?

The accounts.

I've just picked them up from the
accounts. He hasn't even looked at them.

No wonder.

The tax inspector was in the pub when I
was flogging the gear.

He's going to want to know how much
money I'm making.

Then tell him.

He must be joking.

What do you want me to do about it?

I want you to hide some of my stock so
he doesn't get the idea I'm coining it

in. Oh, no.

Well, just for a day or two.

No, Vernon, find yourself another mug.
This one's up to road test a car.

I was always laughing at them.

Judging from these figures, a very good
businesswoman.

I don't like the sound of that. How much
do I owe?

Don't panic.

Including some arrears, I make it £35.

Not too bad.

Bad enough.

Got a cheque for your wife.

Fine.

Hey, you're next for the confessional,
Oscar.

Who do I make it out to?

Inland Revenue. Here, I've got a stamp.

Almost painless.

What's

up?

What you got on board?

See, the whippy dog.

Hold me up.

Yep, thanks, boy.

Nothing, Dad.

Nothing?

Brilliant.

I'll see you back at the station.

When you've rounded this lot up.

We've missed the boat, thanks to you
lot.

And now I shall have to hold and feed
them sheep till I can get them away

That's if the customer still wants them.

As I've said to Mr Craven, it was a
regrettable mistake.

And an expensive one, too.

I shall be wanting full compensation for
this shambles.

It wasn't the only petrol I came for.

I thought not.

I brought my books up today, just in
case.

You're an organised man, Mr Scripps. I
can see that.

Are you any relation to the other
Scripps?

Vernon, is it?

Yes, related, but we've not a lot in
common.

You're not in business with him, then?
Oh, absolutely not.

I don't know what to say.

How's about? I won't be seen dead in
that.

And you lot have not heard the end of
this.

There goes one very dissatisfied
customer.

Bellamy, stay out of my way for a while,
eh?

Aye, Sarge. Do what you're here to do.

Paperwork, crime sheets, missing cars,
shoplifters, litterbugs.

Right. And the next time you get the
itch to play detective, let somebody

capable scratch it for you.

Don't you even dare.

Phil. Phil.

We'd best keep an eye on him.

What's the talk in the kitchen?

It's from the Inland Revenue.

What was he doing?

Signing my death warrant.

Just a bit more.

Sorry it's such a mess.

Even my accountant talked right when he
saw this.

Oh, we're made of sterner stuff than
that, Mr Scripps.

Oh. We usually go back three years.

Four, if you want to be awkward.

But this is so much fun.

Let's go back five, shall we?

David, why don't you pour a glass of
your auntie's elderberry wine out for

visitor? Not for me, thanks.

I like to keep a clear head.

Of course.

There's a reference here to a large
house you bought not long ago.

Yes, yes. I came into some money.

That was his chauffeur.

Oh, yeah?

You had a Bentley, didn't you?

Yes, secondhand.

Nothing but trouble it was.

Virtually gave it away.

The truth is, I lost the money as fast
as it came in. Is that so?

Well, I'm sure your records will reveal
all.

Leave off?

Put the axe gun into you.

We'll have a guess, shall we?

Your information was duff, and now my
boss wants my backside for a plate rack.

Listen,

you. It don't come with no guarantees.

Now, listen up.

I've got more stuff on Craven. I don't
want to know.

Well, then, miss out.

You're not going to get any more money,
you know. If you want to get back in

with your gaffer, you should listen.

Fifty quid gets a Craven bound to
rights.

Forget him.

Well, if you change your mind, meet me
on Oakbrook Bridge at seven o 'clock.

So, allowing for gaps in your
bookkeeping and those little cash -in

encounters.

What's this?

That's what you owe us in back tax.

You're having me on.

Sorry, no.

You haven't paid us for some while, and
now I'm afraid the chickens have come

home to roost.

I can't pay this, or anything like it.

You'd be surprised how many times we
hear that, Mr Scripps.

But as we say in the service, we have
ways of helping you pay.

How do you mean?

Well, I can give you a choice.

Either I schedule the payments over a
period of time, or I can offer you a

discount if you stump up now.

A slow death or a quick kill.

I'll give you till tomorrow morning to
decide.

See myself out, shall I?

Oh. Oh, what now?

Everything all right?

It seems like a nice bloke. Is he going
to come back again?

David, sit down. I want to talk to you.

What about?

I seem to have got myself into a bit of
a mess.

In what way?

Well, it's nothing really for you to
bother your head about.

It's just that if it was money, I might
be able to help.

How?

I've been saving sixpences in a great
big bottle and I've got it about up to

here now. If you need the money, it's
yours.

Very generous of you, David.

But you hang on to it. You might need it
for your own rainy day.

OK.

So, uh, what do you want to talk about?

Well, it's hard to find the words,
but... I just wanted to say that you're

good lad, David, and grand company.

Not just that, you're... Well, you're
like a summer, I suppose.

Mr. Vernon.

I just want to think that I've given you
the confidence to go it alone when the

time comes.

Go where alone?

Well, into the future.

Oh, that.

Just remember the advice I've given you
and you'll be all right.

Well, things like fortune favours the
brave?

Yes.

And be true to your teeth or they'll be
false to you?

Well, yes. that as well.

I get the impression Mr Blake doesn't
approve of me taking you out.

Morning. Quite living with me dad.

Hello, Alf. As usual.

Oh, chair.

I see that Gina's got a new fella.

Ship's passing in the night, more like.

Is that his car outside, the triumphant
ass? Yeah.

What do you know about him?

Well, he works for the Inland Revenue.
He's been staying here. Name of Ford.

Ford? Aye, Derek Ford.

Oh, that's funny.

I saw him dent a car outside the shops
and drive off.

And when I ran a check on the car, it
came back that it was registered in the

name of... David Watson.

You sure it's his car?

Yeah.

There's a saying, oh, says that love is
blind.

Still we're often told, seek and ye
shall find.

So I'm going to seek a certain light
I've had

in mind.

Looking everywhere, haven't found him
yet.

He's a big affair, I cannot...

There's a somebody I'm longing to see

I hope that he turns

out to be

If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't
you know

no one alive can always be an angel When
everything

goes wrong you see some bad But I'm just
a soul

whose intentions are good

I brought this stuff back he tried to
hide in that funeral parlour. I couldn't

get it all in, so I shall expect one of
you two to ship the rest soonest. Help

me, Mr Scripps. Mr Verner's not here.

You tell him when he gets back.

His bed's not been collected.

Oh.

I think he's gone missing.

Are you sure he didn't tell you where he
was going?

Yeah. Well, after that tax inspector
left, he seemed right bothered and he...

He just started talking all funny.

What?

I don't know. He was saying things like
I was a good lad and I'd be like a son

to him. I could tell he wasn't being
himself.

Now he's gone missing and I've told the
truck.

You were in late last night, Gina. Yeah,
for a change.

Look, this was probably none of my
business, but this bloke...

You've got to be careful of him. Oh,
here we go again.

No, I mean it, Gina.

Like you said, Oscar.

Well,

will you listen to me for a minute? I
don't want to listen.

I don't know what it is about you, but
you're always trying to spoil things for

me. Well, all right, talk to Alventris,
then, if you won't listen to me.

Alventris, grouch number two, no thanks.

Gina, I've found something.

Pity it wasn't your funny bone.

All right, if you won't listen to me,
I'm sure somebody at the station will.

don't say I didn't warn you.

Georgia. Georgia.

The whole day through.

Just an old sweet song.

Keeps Georgia on my mind.

How long has that been standing?

Half -life is strong.

Yeah, but they're strong and they're
strong.

You could run a mouse across this.

Don't get on to me, cos you've been
lumbered with that lot.

Well, your day will come, mate.

I could do with someone nipping one of
these for me.

Or an Austin Healy.

Ah, too flashy.

A Mini Cooper.

Italian job, eh?

You and a Mini Cooper.

The mind boggles, younger.

You're a menace enough when you're
pushed by it.

Are you finished?

Yes, I don't know.

Ah. Morning, Sergeant.

Blaketon, what can we do for you?

Uh, do you have a moment?

Yes, come through.

Carry on.

If Miller asks where I am, tell him I've
gone to get a statement from the farmer

with the dangerous dog.

As soon as Alf gave me a reason to
believe that Ford wasn't who he said he

I searched his room.

I see.

And do you do the same with all those
who book in under the name of Mr and Mrs

Smith?

Only when I smell a rat, Sergeant.

And there's a strong smell about this
fellow, believe me.

This is what I've found.

One perfectly ordinary rubber stamp,
inland revenue, and second...

A not -so -ordinary stamp, which, when
superimposed on the other, reads,

Finland Reveillon Partners.

So converting cheques made out of the
inland revenue into a separate account

entirely.

Al!

Sarge.

Get on to Gina Ward. Try and get her to
delay the departure of the man who's

staying there. It's too late. She's just
phoned. He's legged it.

without paying the bill.

Morning. Mr. Vernon's not here, you
know.

You sure?

Yeah. He knew I was coming. Did he say
he wouldn't be back?

No. Then I'd better start without him.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

My job.

That should do it.

Oh, thanks, Bernie.

She obviously responds to an expert
hand, though.

Just a spot of damp, I reckon.

Look, it's probably nothing.

I've just come over from Vernon's place.

He didn't get home last night. He hasn't
phoned or left a message.

David's in a bit of a lather.

I promised to call and ask if any
accidents have been reported.

Not to my knowledge, but I can get Alf
to ask round and about.

Thanks. Yeah.

Vernon's been in a muck sweat about this
tax man.

Oh, yeah.

You think he might be lying low?

I'd crossed me mind.

Excuse me.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control. Over.

OK, thanks, Alf. Alf.

That was Alf.

Asked him if I'd seen the tax map.

Apparently, he's bogus. What?

Yeah, the Inland Revenue don't know him.

He's cleaned everyone out and
skedaddled.

I just saw him. When? On my way back
here.

Odds on he's going to Vernon's place.

All right, thanks, Bernie.

OK, when is it?

What? His cash!

Oh, Josh!

Oh, please yourself!

What a farce! I'm coming after you!

Westport. Oh, he's here somewhere.

He's outside!

You may not be a taxman, but it's a
pleasure all this time.

I talked to the office at Whitby
Harbour, asked them to give us a word of

Craven's next shipment.

Perhaps I should commend you on your
persistence, Bellamy.

It depends on the result yet, Sarge.

True.

Yes, Alf.

We had a report that Vernon Scripps had
gone missing.

Yes, what of it?

Well, Whitby police had found his lorry
on the beach. There was a letter inside.

It seems that this bogus tax inspector
harassed him so much he decided suicide

was his only way out.

That doesn't sound like Vernon.

Then we didn't know him that well.

They found her body.

Have you looked at the carburettor?
Yeah, it's not working. You're going to

to order a new one from Ashfordly.

Hello, David.

Can we have a word? Of course.

Um, somewhere quiet.

Oh, aye.

What is it?

Vernon's lorry's been found on the coast
near Whidbey.

What's he doing there?

I'm afraid we have to set news, Mr
Scripps.

A letter was found inside the lorry.

It seems that your brother went there
with the intention of taking his own

Suicide? Vernon?

No, he never... Sorry, Bernie.

We found a body.

No, it can't be.

There's firm evidence that it's your
brother.

Would you like to sit down?

No, no, no. I think you'd better.

I asked any help to him and I should
have listened.

He cut into so many scrapes, I just lost
patience with him.

How on earth am I going to tell David?

I don't know.

As next of kin, the police would like
you to identify the body.

Yeah, of course.

And they've warned that it might not be
very pleasant.

Sorry?

Well, it seems there was a heavy swell
that night.

Would you like us to drive you to
Whitby?

No, no, no. No, no, I'd best tell David
first.

It's him.

It's very light.

Come on. Before we leave.

I must be so unhappy.

I suppose so.

I thought it was why he talked to me
like he did.

Like it was the last time.

I've been laying out bodies for 40
years. When

it came to my own brother, I barely had
a look at him.

I wanted to remember him how I knew him.

I talked to Spencer the last three.

We're not doing the funeral.

No, we're chief mourners this time, not
the undertakers.

There you go. Grab yourself a butty.

Thank you. Not for me.

Get yourself something to eat, David.

Yes, I'm not hungry.

Come on, get some food down you. Soak up
all that drink.

It was a lovely service, Bernie.

Yeah, considering the vicar knew him so
well.

Well, Vernon touched every one of us.
But a bob or two, but you could not but

like him.

Oh, we'll miss him. There's no doubt
about it.

I said to him, I said, if you've got any
money problems, I can help.

It's all right, lad.

Like a dad to me.

I'll go and get him another drink.

Bainsfield Arms.

Alf, phone for you.

Oh.

Hello. Yeah.

Do you remember that time that Vernon
managed that boxer?

He had bags of ability, but he was too
docile. So Vernon thought if he could

him mad, he'd come out swinging.

Well, it worked, didn't it?

Yeah. He laid Vernon out cold.

Al,

do you want another drink?

I'll have one for David.

Maybe it's a large one. He's going to
sleep tonight.

That was Whitby.

They're expecting Craven tomorrow
morning.

Well, let's get you upstairs.

No second thoughts.

Okay, I'll take you into the kitchen.

Now, mind the door.

In you go.

Stay there one second, and I'll get a
light out.

Right, now, in the armchair.

Right.

Well, you sleep well.

I'll see you tomorrow, perhaps.

Come on, Mr Vernon.

He's just buried him.

I'm his ghost.

I've come specially to see you.

To tell you that Mr Vernon's gone to
another place.

A very nice place.

And although he's not going to be here
like before, he'll still be looking

you to make sure you're safe and happy.

Do you understand?

David, best not say anything about this
little conversation, eh?

No craving.

There's his car on our side.

Go on.

Nope, nope.

Time to go.

Hold it!

Hold it!

What's the game?

I'd say the game was up, Mr. Craven.
I've warned you once, Miller. You trying

ruin my business. And what business is
that?

Exported sports cars.

No law against it?

Oh, there is if they're stolen.

Big tally, Sarge.

Where did you get the car from, Mr
Craven?

I'm saying nothing without my solicitor.

Very wise.

You can meet him down the station.

Good work, Constable.

Do the honours, would you?

Yes, Sarge.

Ray Craven, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of handling stolen goods.

How are you getting on?

I'm not. I can't seem to concentrate.

Well, do you want me to finish off?

No, no, you've got enough to do.

Hi, David.

Rosie.

I'll get off now.

You're looking very pale, young man.
Like you've just seen, you know.

Your breakfast again.

I thought it meant like you've seen a
ghost.

Because I have.

What?

Last night, I saw a ghost.

Well, not to my state you were in.

It was Mr Vernon's ghost.

And he said, he said not to worry
because everything's going to be all

he's in a nice place.

And he's going to sort of watch over me.

Good. It'll be a great comfort to you.

Yeah.

Sounds like you had a nice chat.

Yeah, we did.

Well, it was him mainly, because I was a
bit... Drunk.

I don't remember much after that.

And then when I woke up, he'd gone.

Yeah, well... Taking his passport.

Passport.

Yeah, he used to keep it in the drawer
with my stencil set.

Vernon's ghost took his passport with
him.

Rosie's brewed up. Go and get yourself a
cup of tea.

Oh, yes, it would.

Tickets, please.

Are we on time?

On the dot, madam. Dover in 30 minutes.
And if you're making the crossing, I

hear the seas as calm as you like.

Oh, lovely.

Bon voyage.

Erlin, I think you've made a hit there.

She is my auntie. And she can stay here
for as long as she likes because I like

her and Alfred likes her and I don't
care what anybody else says.

Dr Gavin Kennedy.

We used to work together.

Have we bumped into one of my ex
-girlfriends?

How would you feel?

I'd want to kill her.