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

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

They say that you're one of my lovers.

Don't you see it isn't true?

But if you put me down for another,

I'll know, believe me, I'll know.

Because a knight has a thousand eyes.

Morning, Sergeant.

Ah, just the job.

Thanks very much.

Where is everybody?

Oh, Alf called in to say that Mrs
Ventress is still too poorly for him to

her, and Robin Pillar in the High
Street. There was a smash and grab on

-licence last night.

Right. Give us a shout when they get
back in. Yes, Sergeant.

Oh, and Younger.

Yes, Sergeant?

I was doing some paperwork last night,
including some of your crime reports.

I have never seen such carelessness and
bad spelling.

Among items stolen were some Batholven
records and a grandfather.

The burglar had got in by forcing open a
Skylark.

Not good enough, Constable.

Sorry, Sergeant.

In future, take more care.

Four large boxes of cigarettes.

Still taped up.

They've been delivered just before
closing time. They're left on the shop

to be checked today.

Do you think they may have been waiting
for the delivery?

Yeah, I suppose.

But you don't remember seeing anyone
suspicious?

No, sorry.

All right, well, thanks, Mr Morris.

Any joy?

No. It's all two men.

Medium height, medium build.

Too dark to see their faces. Too dark
and too short -sighted to read the

plate. Description of the van?

Not even a colour.

Oh, well, we'll just have to wait for
somebody to hand themselves in, then.

Aye, talking of which, you've seen who's
standing with the gopers.

I thought you'd gone out.

What are you doing with that?

I was just checking to see if there was
anything in the pockets. I thought I

might run an iron over it.

Well, I wouldn't bother.

All right, then.

David, I don't suppose you've got a
spare bobber, too, have you?

Uh, no.

I've only got my float for the taxi.

Ah. And those bits of paper that you say
are like money, you know, your IOUs.

Oh, yes. Now, you're keeping them safe,
aren't you?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

Right here, just like you said.

That's right, because saving them is
keeping you from frittering your money

away. Yeah, now, I wanted to ask you
about that. Not now, David.

I must dash.

What?

You've got a way with words, Jeff, I'll
give you that.

All right.

You've had your fun.

Nobody's perfect.

Oh, you're right there, Jeff.

Yeah. Especially that bloke in the dark
blue suite.

Hello, Colin.

You didn't take long to get here. I want
to see the sergeant.

Well, he's busy. You'll have to deal
with me.

I've come about the raid on the off
-licence.

Oh, yeah?

Why? I did it.

No, you didn't. I did? No, Colin.

I know what I did.

Look, why don't you just go home, then?
I'm staying here till somebody listens

to me.

There you go.

Thank you, love.

Put it on David's slate.

Um, he hasn't got a sleep.

And you know it.

Two shillings, please.

One and nine.

Ten, eleven, two balls.

Thank you.

It's robbery.

My pleasure.

Regina, I'm back.

Oh, you took your time. Yeah, I was
talking to Rob and Bellamy in town. Lyle

Morris had his place broken into last
night.

Again? Yeah, they went for the front
this time. Nicked all his fags.

Paul, I almost think he's jinxed. Well,
that's the way it goes.

You know, that man's had not a bad look
since his wife died.

Don't tell me, love.

It was the same for me when Albert went.

He was my rock.

Well, I think Lionel relied on his wife
a bit too much, really.

They were a devoted couple, but she
called the tune.

She had the money, you see.

So?

Now he's a merry widower.

Well, not really.

He's certainly got a bob or two.

But he's very quiet.

He used to come in here every week.

She'd always order a Manhattan cocktail.

Oh, there's Posh.

He still comes in.

Sits over there by himself.

Oh, sad, really.

You sure he isn't telling the truth?

Positive. He's plagued us for years.

At first we picked him up for genuine
petty offences and then he started

confessing to everything from dropping
litter to the great train robbery.

Just an attention seeker, eh?

Compulsive lying, they say it is.

He's been under a doctor for it.

Well, let's make sure all the same we
don't want to look a gift horse in the

mouth. Right, Sergeant.

A van was used in the raid.

I know.

You haven't got a van.

I had a driver.

What's his name?

I'm not saying.

Why not?

I'm not a grass.

Well, you're keen enough to grass on
yourself, though, Colin.

If you raided the off -licence, where's
the stuff?

In a lock -up. In a lock -up where?

Only the driver knows.

So, there's nothing to connect you to
the crime.

What's that?

Part of the hall.

All right, Constable.

I've heard enough.

Show Mr. Sneddon out.

Out? The only thing you are guilty of,
Mr. Sneddon, is wasting police time.

I could charge you with that, but quite
frankly, you are not worth the

paperwork.

Now, if making false confessions is your
thing, take my advice.

Find another hobby!

Hello, can I help?

Well, I'm not sure. I was looking for
something.

Yes? Yes, the ingredients to make a
Manhattan.

Oh. Oh, I can see you're stumped. It's a
cocktail. I know that, thank you.

Are you sure?

What's that message?

This lady wants to make a Manhattan, Mr
Morris.

Oh.

Then she'll need four ice cubes, one
part sweet vermouth, three parts bourbon

and a maraschino cherry.

Stirred, but not shaken.

Exactly.

With my wife's favourite tipple.

Mine as well!

She drank it first on a cruise to the
Canaries. There was no looking back.

Spoilt for life, I bet.

Absolutely.

Sadly, it was a short one after that.
She passed away two years ago.

Oh, I am sorry. I didn't mean... You
weren't to know.

So, Miss Finch, that'll be one bottle of
bourbon and one of sweet Italian

vermouth, if you'd be so kind.

Thank you.

Oh, Colin, what do you want?

Can I speak to you?

Is it important?

I was just on my way out.

Yeah, it's important.

Come in.

I hope he's not about the raid on the
off -line.

No.

Good.

It's about this.

What is it? You'll see.

Remember Vicky Brown?

Yeah, that was a while ago, wasn't it?

Eleven years.

It must be, but what about her?

Take a look.

Eleven years, seven months, three weeks
she's been gone.

Yeah, I don't understand. Why have you
kept all this? I knew her.

A lot of people knew her.

I knew her more than most.

She used to cycle past Charlie's farm
where I was working.

Used to look out for her.

Sometimes I reckon she came by on the
off chance of seeing me.

The police talked to you, didn't they?

Course.

I helped with their enquiries.

All night once.

So why are you here now?

I've come to tell you.

Tell me what, Colin?

That I killed her.

I was ploughing the ten -acre field.

The one next to the road.

It's a quiet road, that one.

Hardly anyone uses it.

I saw her come in and got to the gate as
she came by.

And she stopped.

She liked to stop and chat.

That little chatterbox.

Go on.

I asked her if she'd like a ride on the
tractor.

But she said she didn't want to get her
frock messed up.

Blue it was.

You told the police all this?

I said I hadn't seen her.

But you had.

I've just said so, haven't I?

OK. So what happened?

I asked her to go out with me.

She just laughed.

Said I was too common.

I got angry.

Go on.

The more angry I got, the more she
laughed.

I had to shut her up, see?

How did you shut her up?

I strangled her.

I didn't mean to.

Something just snapped.

Next thing, she's lying there.

What did you do with her body?

I hid her in a ditch.

When it was dark, I went back and buried
her in the field I'd been ploughing.

You sent him home?

Seeing as though we'd been down this
track before, I told him to tell his

what he told me.

And how did he react?

Oh, he was upset.

He wanted me to arrest him there and
then.

Said I didn't believe him.

And he?

He knew a lot about the case.

He seemed to know a lot about Vicky
Brown, but then everyone does. He was in

news for weeks.

But given his record for making false
confessions, why didn't he cough for

at the time?

Perhaps this is the one crime he really
did commit, but could never admit to.

Come again?

Well, his other confessions might have
been a way of relieving his conscience.

Going to jail for something he hasn't
done would balance the books.

Spare me the psychological mumbo -jumbo,
Constable.

Yes, Sergeant.

Shouldn't we tell CID what we're doing?

You think they'd thank us for dragging
them in on the word of a no -knock case?

Isn't that... It's in here.

Sergeant Miller.

Doctor.

What brings you here?

I asked her.

I understand Colin's made some sort of
confession.

Yes.

You're aware that Colin's been referred
to a specialist in personality

disorders? We're not psychiatrists,
Doctor.

We deal in facts.

And the fact is that he'd confessed to a
murder.

Well, it's all nonsense.

You know he's just a daft lad.

Yes, Mrs Snowden.

He never touched that girl and you know
that.

I did.

Shut up, Colin.

I did it.

Can we talk outside?

I'm no expert in psychiatric medicine,
but a heavy -handed approach could

him. What would you have us do?

Ignore it? Of course not. But given his
previous record, it's unlikely he had

anything to do with the girl's
disappearance.

It's a pity we can't take that chance.

We have to sift the information and then
decide, one way or the other.

Why does Colin do it?

He's a fantasist.

Pathological liars are incapable of
distinguishing between fiction and

Colin genuinely believes his lies.

Look, I don't want to leave him, but
I've got a surgery waiting.

Promise me you'll take care of him.

I'll do what I can.

Thanks.

Mr. Charlie?

Aye.

Sergeant Miller, Ashley Police. This is
PC Walker.

What can we do for you?

We're following up information received
by Colin Sneddon. I believe he used to

work here.

I put up with him for a year, then got
shut.

What's going on?

We're looking into an incident.

Involving him?

Mr Sneddon is helping us with our
inquiries.

If you wouldn't mind, we'd like to take
a look at one of your fields.

Oh. The ten -acre that runs by the road.

Well, you can dig some spuds up while
you're there.

We don't expect him to turn hand.

What's happened?

I don't know, Ma.

Some inquiries or other.

I thought that business were dead and
buried.

What business?

What do you think?

The laugh on the bike.

Is that the lot?

No. It's the same again in the
storeroom. I think we must have

man, woman and child in a ten -mile
radius.

We'd better start on that lot first.

Look, with respect, Sarge, I think he's
leading us at dance.

You think I don't know that?

Yes, Sarge. You can go through the
statements of the residents and workers

the Chorley Farm.

You two can join the digging detachment
tomorrow morning, first thing.

Digging, Sarge?

How many of us?

As many as I can drum up.

It's a big field, Sarge.

We'll stick to the area that Sneddon
suggested.

So it's true, you've reopened the Vicki
Brown case.

Just following up on information, Oscar,
that's all.

Supplied by Colin Sneddon.

Who told you that?

We don't divulge our sources.

So you know Colin Sneddon?

Why, just a bit.

He was in and out of mine, Nick, more
times than the station cat.

In that case, you know what we're up
against.

A compulsive liar for starters.

So what's he said?

I can't say any more, Gina.

Well, at least Vicky's parents are well
out of it. They went to Canada, started

a new life.

This would have brought it all back to
them.

Oh! Oh,

hello again.

Hello.

I'm sorry to be so clumsy.

No, I'm done.

Are you with anyone?

No.

Just popped in on the off chance of
seeing someone I knew.

Well, you have.

Can I get you a drink?

Oh, well, thank you.

No need to tell me what you want.

What can I get you, Mr Morris?

I'd like a Manhattan, please, Gina.

A Manhattan?

Well, well.

Never thought the day you'd order one of
them again.

It's this lady's favourite drink.

Oh, this lady.

Miss, um... Armstrong.

Peggy to you.

Your favourite, eh?

Well, fancy that.

I hoped I'd find you here.

Ellen, let me get you a drink. No,
thanks. I'm on call.

What's up?

It's got out that Colin's confessed to
Vicky Brown's murder.

Yeah, I know.

You promised you'd keep it under wraps.

Well, we did, but someone at the farm
must have put two and two together.

Given the strength of local feeling, I'm
concerned about Colin's safety.

Right, well, I'll talk to Miller
tomorrow and we'll take it from there.

Tomorrow may be too late, Rob.

How's that for you?

Perfect.

I think Hilda believed a drink like that
set her apart from the... Riffraff.

Well, yes.

She was really aware of her social
standing with Hilda. Would not that I

that as a criticism?

Absolutely not.

I mean, some folk are born leaders.

Others just made to follow.

I mean, I've always been a bit of a role
model myself.

I'm afraid I'm one of life's followers.

That's why I miss her so much.

She organised me.

Picked me clothes, fed me.

She was a wonderful cook.

As it happens, I'm no slouch in the
kitchen.

Really? I'm never happier than when I'm
paddling in the pantry.

Well, well.

Flower arranging was another of her
fashions. Me.

I can't tell a tulip from icing.

Do you know, I think she was a very
lucky woman to have had you.

Bye.

Now, what are you doing here?

Well, Vicky's mum and dad can't do
themselves.

What's the paint for?

We're decorating.

Cut it out, or I'll book the lot of you.

I'll leave it to you.

After it's taken 11 years to nail him. I
suggest you cool it.

Nobody here has been charged with an
offence.

Off the hook again, is he?

Go home.

All of you, go home.

We're not done here, Walker.

It's Dr. Trent and PC Walker.

Is Colin there?

Go away.

We should take him to the police
station, Brenda.

No! For his own safety.

But not his sanity.

They'll be back, Mrs. Sneddon. And next
time there'll be more of them.

Looks like we should find a place for
you, too.

Forgive me if this seems forward, but
would you like to go on a trip tomorrow?

A trip?

On early closing day, Elder and I used
to love to take off into the

Well, it is short notice.

Yes, of course. But all right.

Nearly. On the condition that tomorrow
night I cook us up some grub at my

Invitation accepted.

Another Manhattan?

He looks pleased with himself.

Must be the company he keeps.

What are you up to? Never you mind.

What's your bread and butter pudding
like?

Better than the business.

That's what I'd heard, and you jugged
air.

The same.

Right, tomorrow night I want you to cook
us up a meal for two, for cash.

All right.

Hey, and leave it in the pot.

We'll be eating at home.

What are you doing out here?

Watching.

What's the good of that?

Come on, you'll catch your death.

Isn't enough to make you shiver.

Right.

Tell some sense of getting the truck.

Come on, Mother.

What's the matter?

You look fed up.

Yes, it's Aunt Peggy.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it's all David Gould here and
David Gould there. Now she wants to be a

cleaner for her. Says she wants the
place looking spotless.

What for?

She's inviting that Mr Morris around for
supper.

Didn't know she could cook.

Well, she can.

Gina's doing that.

Oh, that's supposed to be a secret, by
the way.

No, she reckons her and Mr Morris are
becoming pals.

Pals, eh?

Said the spider to the fly.

Funny, but it's true.

What loneliness can do.

Since I've been away.

I have loved you more each day. Walking
back to happiness.

Said goodbye to loneliness.

Hilda used to love coming up here.

You can keep your sunbathing, she used
to say. Give me real weather.

I'm so glad you could come, Peggy.

It's my pleasure.

Ah, happy memories.

How much further is it?

Two to three miles, if you game.

Oh, I'm gaming off. It's just my ankle's
playing off.

I think I must have turned it.

Oh, well, then we'll go back.

No, no. No, no, I insist.

Well, all right.

Here, lean on me. Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Wasn't there a cafe down there by the
car park?

There was no need. I've brought a
thermos. Oh.

Two sugars, right?

Yeah.

You sure I can't get you a slice of
lightly buttered toast to go with that?

I'm all right, thanks.

Oh, you're far from all right, sunshine.

All right, Sneddon.

Shape up and take note.

We've been digging all morning where you
suggested. We've come up with no but

spuds.

She's there somewhere.

You'd better not be lying to me.

She's there, I swear.

Where?

Er...

I must have buried her further in.

Around here.

It was 11 years ago.

It were dark.

I can't be sure.

Well, get sure.

If you're calling this lad, I'll let
light into you.

I did my bit, of course.

But it was really Hilda who ran the
business.

Well... Some trades only a man can
properly do, but with shop work, the

reckon, is on the other foot. And I
should know, I've run plenty in my time.

Really? Yeah, yeah.

A fish and chip shop, haberdashers, ice
cream round, you name it, I've run it.

Oh, interesting.

I'm so glad you could come today, Peggy.

My pleasure, Lionel.

Two years last Monday since Hilda passed
away.

It's the first time I've felt the clouds
lift.

Sergeant Miller reckoned to be finished
by now.

We've had to extend the area of search.

Is that a problem?

Not for me.

But my mother's getting het up.

Watching you lot, thinking what you
might find there.

It's upsetting for her.

I understand what you're saying, Mr
Chorley.

But we need to get to the truth of the
matter.

Gollins wouldn't know the truth if it
bit him.

He lied all the time he was here, mostly
for no reason.

Problem?

Mr Chorley's not too keen on us carrying
on. Says it's upsetting his mother.

Not as much as it's upsetting me.

Go and fetch Sneddon.

You want him here?

Give him one last chance before we call
it a day.

You know, I'll never have guessed that
you liked housework.

Oh, yeah, just give me some rubber
gloves and like a fishing barrage.

I've got three brothers, remember.

If I wasn't here, I'd only be clearing
up after them.

They think the moth and bucket is a pub
in Uggthorpe.

Oh.

Got a little helper, have you?

Yeah, well, I couldn't do it by myself,
could I? Why not, with having to scrub

the front step and spray Alfred for
fleas?

Lovely flowers.

It's a wreath, isn't it?

No, David.

It's a table decoration.

You put a candle in the middle and, eh,
presto.

I'm sure I've seen one of those in Mr
Scripps' funeral parlour. Ain't it time

you were off to fettle a crankshaft or
something?

You haven't taken that from the funeral
parlour. Oh, don't get upset, David.

But does Mr Scripps know?

No, and he's not going to know, is he?
It's going back first thing tomorrow.

You've taken that off a coffin.

Well, the occupier isn't complaining.

Oh, don't sit there catching flies in
your mouth. You've got pots to collect

from that pub.

And you can take little Miss Smartyboots
with you and all.

How'd you bring him?

Miller thinks it might jog his memory.

Waste of time.

He's having us on, isn't he?

Probably.

I've always hated gardening.

Cheer up, it'll be dark soon.

Rob!

What?

I found something.

Call forensic.

Secure the site. It'll be dark in half
an hour.

Sarge.

We don't want him to do anything stupid.

Check him every quarter.

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Oh, thank you.

My word, something smells good.

Jugged hair.

Oh, splendid. This wine will go with it
perfectly. Oh, thank you, Lionel.

You look very smart.

And you look remarkably comfortable.

Oh. Very much in the style of my dear
departed.

Oh.

Yes, she was never a slave to fashion.

Well.

Isn't this cosy?

Come in.

I thought you ought to know before the
rumour mill starts grinding.

We've found a body.

I can't believe it.

Yeah. I've just come from Colin's
mother's.

Has she got someone with her?

A neighbour.

Poor woman.

Yeah.

How's Colin?

He looks pretty frightened.

Anyway, I thought you ought to know.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Right.

Would you like a coffee?

I would.

But I've got work to get on with.

And an early start.

Cool. Another time, perhaps?

Yeah.

Night.

Drop more.

Thank you.

Oh, it's some supper, Peggy.

I like a man who enjoys his grub.

I haven't eaten like that since... Well,
you know when.

If you lived in here, you'd have been
swapping recipes all night long.

Oh, I dare say.

And the flowers.

Such a sensitive touch.

I never had a guest.

Doesn't do to shout.

You're too modest.

Some folk are all cap and no cows,
aren't they?

Gone but not forgotten.

What?

What's written here? Gone but not
forgotten.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's my little tribute to Hilda.

Oh, thank you.

You know what, Peggy?

I've been mourning that wonderful woman
for over two years, and I don't regret a

single moment.

But since meeting you, I've realised
that enough must be enough.

I've made a decision.

Oh, yes.

Are you doing anything tomorrow?

Tomorrow? No,

I don't think so.

What about the next day?

No. The day after that? No.

Nor for the rest of my life, come to
that.

Good.

Come to the off -license about 11.

We'll take things from there.

To the future.

The future?

What's up?

I've got to get hold of Sergeant Miller.

Well, what's happened?

Well, how tall was Vicky Brown?

Five foot two, I reckon.

Well, exactly.

Even I could tell it wasn't her.

Not her?

Yeah. We found the remains of some bloke
about six foot tall.

Cretin. Are you going on up to this one
as well?

No. Why not?

I don't know who it is.

Is that the only thing that's stopping
you?

Now listen to me.

I've had you up to here.

You've got a problem, go and see a
doctor.

Get some pills.

Go to one of those places where they sit
around in a circle and shout at one

another. I don't care. Just stay away
from here.

Understood?

Chug him out.

Oh, Aunt Penny.

Yes, love?

Can I have another quick word with you
about these IOUs? Yes, of course you

You see, I'm not sure I've got the hang
of them, you see. You know, you said

that these are like money.

Yes.

Here, let me show you. Have you got a
pound note, love?

Right.

Now, you see what this says?

I promise to pay the bearer one pound.

signed by the cashier.

Now, do you know him?

No. No.

Well, why should you trust somebody you
don't know to pay you a pound?

I don't know. No, I don't either.

Whereas these are promises to pay signed
by me, your auntie.

Oh, right.

You happy now?

Yeah. Good.

But if you really want me to exchange
these pieces of paper for the strangers,

well, I might soon be in a position to
oblige.

Right, what are you doing?

Getting ready.

What for?

Pastures new, David.

Pastures new.

There you are.

Even your mum won't know who you are.

Was this his idea?

Sergeant Miller?

Yeah.

Yeah, he wants us to get your home safe
and sound.

Why?

Because it's our job, Colin.

Look, if Vicky's mum and dad still live
round here, you could have caused them a

fresh load of grief.

It's not like saying you nicked a few
boxes of fags now, is it? Eh?

Eh? What do you say?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well, it's an improvement, I suppose.

Look, Colin, I know... I know you can't
help the way you are, but I think you

should get some help.

Come on.

Let's get you out of here, eh?

We're going to make our way to the car.

I'll open the door, you get in as good
as you can.

What's the latest from the pathologist?

As soon as he gets the body back from
the lab, he'll know more, but he's sure

it's that of a young male, about 5 '10",
brown hair.

Possible cause of death?

Fractured skull due to a heavy blow.

Right.

Anything else?

He was wearing boots, good ones.

That and other things point to him being
relatively well off.

Now, the pathologist reckons that a
farmhand of the time would have been

clogs. Of the time?

Well, he reckons that the body's been in
the ground 50 years or more.

How long have the Trollys farmed here?

Three generations, I'd say, at least,
judging by the photos in the house.

Right, Colin.

Just wait here a moment, eh?

Hiya.

What's happening?

Mrs. Sneddon's agreed that she and Colin
should stay with her sister until the

locals learn the facts.

I said it wasn't him.

He doesn't know what he's saying. You
know that.

It's nobody's fault.

Isn't it?

Least of all yours.

Do you think he'll ever get right?

In time.

Who knows?

Look, where does your sister live?

Whitby. Right.

Come on, I'll run you over there.

Thanks, Phil.

So is that your mother?

Aye. That's me on her lap.

And that must be your father, then?

No, that's Wilford, brother -in -law. He
was killed in Great War.

That's my father.

Next to Grand -grandad.

Oh, thanks.

So...

What are you going to do with Neddon
now?

Laughed like that, he deserves stringing
up, I reckon.

We've released him.

You've done what?

Released him.

You said you found a body.

We have.

Only it's not Vicky Brown's.

Whose is it?

We don't know, Mr Chorley.

Can't credit it.

Yes, obsessing.

But you'll appreciate we still have our
job to do.

More upset.

We'll try and keep disruption to a
minimum.

I doubt it.

When that lass went missing, your lot
were around here again and again.

This is different.

How?

We'll not be looking for too many
witnesses.

The body was buried more than 50 years
ago.

50 years?

So, do you think your mother might be
able to shed some light on the matter?

Hello, can I help? Oh, I don't think so.

Tell Lionel... It's Morris that I'm
here.

He's not in?

Well, that's funny.

Because he knew I was coming.

He's been held up, I expect.

He's having his car washed and valeted.

Oh. I said to him, where were you last
night?

It's covered in muck.

Some people live in it, don't they?

You've been working here long, have you?

Long enough.

And doesn't the job suit?

It's all right, I suppose. Why do you
ask?

Well, I'm thinking you were looking to a
captive.

Mum!

What are you doing, Mother?

Waiting.

Are you going somewhere?

I expect so.

Look, this body they've found, it isn't
Vicky Brown's.

It's someone who was buried many years
ago.

50 years more, I reckon.

Yes, I know.

What do you mean, you know?

I helped bury him.

You what?

Don't be daft, Mother.

Who is it, Mrs Chorley?

Phil knows she's rambling.

It's Wilf.

It isn't him.

Wilf died in the war.

No, love.

Wilf died downstairs in my arms.

I knew it would come out one day.

We'd lost most of the farmhands to the
war already.

But Wilf and your father were exempt
from military service.

Wilf was adamant he was going.

One day he came back with his papers and
your father went mad.

They had a fight.

And Will fell backwards and hit his head
against the fireplace.

I can hear the crack now.

You didn't call for a doctor?

No point.

It were obvious.

What about the police?

What could they do but make matters
worse?

Your father and grandfather decided we
should bury him and tell folk he'd

enlisted.

He was a grand lad, your uncle.

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

You're going to arrest me?

Could she be charged for not reporting
the death?

Who on earth would want that?

There'll be an inquest, of course.

But her account of the incident is
consistent with the pathologist's

I can see no public interest being
served in contesting it.

Sad story.

Sad time.

Just another casualty of war.

Still, at least now he can be buried in
a family grave, which is more than can

be said for poor Vicky Brown.

Finally, she shakes a leg.

Sorry, did you say something?

No, no.

Peggy.

Lionel. Apologies for being late. Oh, no
matter.

Miss Finchie has been keeping me abused.

Amused? What?

I think you mean amused.

Do I?

Thank you, Miss Finchie, but just give
us a moment. I'll be right with you. All

right.

It's none of my business, Lionel, but I
do think you can get yourself a better

assistant. Really?

Well, yes.

If gumption were water, she wouldn't
have enough to wash her face.

You know, my Hilda said very much the
same.

A very good judge, your Hilda. And so
like you.

Just as forthright and dependable.

I was devoted to her.

Forgive the presumption, but I believe
you could step straight into her shoes.

Step into...

I don't know what to say.

Say yes? Yes, of course.

Yes. What with your experience.

I know you won't let me down.

Such a comfort to know that I can leave
you in charge.

There's a cash float in the till.
There's an overall on the peg.

Everything's priced.

Yes.

It's been so long since I had a break.

A break?

I'm off on holiday with Miss Finch.
What?

I know you're right.

She's a little bit mousy with her, yes,
Mr Morris, no, Mr Morris.

But, you know, after Hilda, I quite like
that.

And let's face it, does us all a power
of good to have a chance.

Just get over it.

Gotta go.

Get away.

Take a look at that deep blue sea.

Don't you think it looks great?

Not a cloud to be seen in the sky.

And the sun won't wait.

I believe that the time is right.

Don't let it slip away.

Instead of dreaming about tomorrow, you
can live today.

If you get away.

Show yourself, you damn coward!

You rock the boat one more time, and the
law will be the leaf of your worries.

If he comes calling again, you'll get my
dick around his head.

Divisional inspection next week, and I'm
being plagued by batty old women.

Wherever she's gone, I don't think she
went of her own accord.