All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e08_little_white_lies

Heartbeats, why do you miss when my
favorite kiss is made?

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

How about Wednesday?

No, I can't do Wednesday.

How about Friday?

Not sure.

You could sound a little keener, Nigel.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Friday might be OK.

I'll make it worth your while.

Bernie says no cash, no petrol. Yeah,
but we are on account, customers.

He's put a block on it, on account of
you never settling up.

Where is it?

Hiding, under a car.

What's the idea, Bernie?

Go away, I'm in a meeting.

You can't go away, we haven't got any
petrol.

Same old story, ain't it?

Oh, go on, give them half a tank.

You said I wasn't to let you. Half a
tank. Otherwise they'll stay here all

arguing. We're busy even if they're not.

Exactly. All we need is one good payday
and then we'll be off to settle up.

Hey, Colonel Hudson's looking for
removal transport if you're interested.

Well, to do what?

We're having the big auction this week.
We need extra help moving stuff from the

district into the sale room.

Hey, well, lifting and shifting, that
sounds right up our street, that. I

they'd pay well.

We'll bring his car in for a service
later.

I could have a word if you want. No,
just you squirt some juice in the

and we'll find him ourselves.

Ashford Lake Police Station.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Rob, you still on till
tonight?

Oh, yeah. I wanted a word with you about
that. Oh, I see. Yeah, sure.

What's up?

I suppose you can find someone to take
my place.

You're joking, aren't you? This has been
fixed for days. You and Gina said I was

just making up numbers anyway.

Exactly. A foursome.

No pressure, you said.

And, look, besides, I've got a whole
heap of book work to get through.

Don't tell me. Your sergeant's exam. The
all -purpose excuse for the stay -at

-home copper.

It's time you opened the shutters, mate.
Yeah, well... One evening. Good food,

good company.

Won't kill you. You put seven, all
right? Er, Sarge, the headteacher from

Daleside Primary just called.

The lollipop lady has just got a stomach
book.

Can we provide cover?

Do the honours, would you, Younger?

Isn't that more Rob's pouch, Sergeant?

What's the matter? Afraid your crowd
control isn't up to coping with tiny

tearaways? No, it's just... Give me the
boy and I'll show you the man, Younger.

This isn't a chore.

It's your chance to influence
impressionable young minds.

I'll give you a lift and you can make a
start.

You do it here, Doctor.

I'd like a lift.

All right, but I have to call up the
garage on the way.

If you're in a rush, the bus might be
quicker.

I'll wait.

I'm sorry, a list.

Needless to say, we're expected to take
great care of things in transit.

Oh, I have no fear, Colonel, sir.

We will be conscientiousness itself.

Well, we had to, please.

Hey, your fiancé's coming at the
weekend.

You're very well informed.

You'll be announcing the big day, then?

Well, you never know.

Is there a problem at the school?

Nothing unusual. I'm in and out all the
time.

I'll go before they let me.

Cheerio. Have a good weekend.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong?

Is it about the school?

Everyone feels nervous starting a new
school.

I did. Your stepbrother did.

Guy hated it. Isn't that what he said?

Dad, you know he hated it. Guy
exaggerates. I don't want to go away.

I want to go to the local school.

Your mother and I want you to have the
best chance possible.

Is that why she wants to send me away?

Of course.

Now cheer up.

Steady, lads, drop.

Come on, don't you want to go home?

What's up, coach?

Those lads want to fight me.

All of them?

I see.

You know, I used to be bullied when I
was at school.

It's not very nice, is it?

Anyway, what do you want to be when you
grow up?

A policeman.

Do you?

Hmm.

See what you'd look like, then.

I should go up home before he butts you.

Do all cars have the same sort of
steering? Yeah.

At least most of the ones we've seen
here.

Sports cars as well?

Yeah.

You interested in motor?

Guy, my stepbrother, says knowing how to
keep a vehicle running is a key

survival skill.

You're probably right.

He's in the army.

I gathered.

Think that's fixed it, Mr Hudson?

What are you doing, Ed? Where's the
party?

No party. We're going for a meal. Me,
Phil, Rob and Paula.

You know Paula White, me hairdresser?
Oh, yeah, of course.

It's about time Rob got out and about.

Yeah, well, that's what we thought.

There you go.

Have a good time.

We will.

Get in. Watch your head. You know the
routine.

The meat is in splendid form.

It is. Looking very fit.

You're a lucky man, Gerald.

No question.

Well, watch out for our friend Nigel,
the speedy Gonzales of the North Riding.

Yes, well.

Any more thoughts about our big auction?

Oh, you know me more a buyer than a
seller, but yes, I did think of making a

of room.

And when you've decided, give me a call,
and I'll add you to the list for

collection.

What did your dad say?

Over my dead body.

But I married him anyway, actually.

And did Dad know it?

No. He swore like a trooper and then
he's dumped up for a wonderful wedding.

Yeah, and within a year, my beloved had
racked up a man's and a death.

Taking all the money out of my business
and skedaddling.

Young and frilly, I was then.

Joined the gang.

Now your story.

No, no.

I'm a good listener.

I'm sure you are, but why spoil a good
evening?

Yeah.

Here, for that and so many more.

Cheers. Cheers.

Well,

excuse me, I'm going to nick the ladies.

Me too.

So, are you glad you came?

Sure.

I think it's good company.

Your type.

I spent one evening with her. How would
I know?

You want to find some more?

Give it a rest.

Gina will ask for it if you want, you
know. She'll have a word with her.

You need to lighten up a bit, I think,
Rob.

Bye, Nigel. Take care.

Good evening.

Had a really good night tonight?

I wish that were true.

Sorry. I didn't mean to put a damper on
things.

When you walked into the restaurant, you
looked like the condemned man.

No offence intended.

No, none taken.

Besides, I really did have a good time.

Oh, good.

And the condemned man survived.

True. Gina and Phil meant well, you
know. Yeah, I know.

Everyone should have friends like them.

Agreed. Look, a big part of me did want
to enjoy this evening.

Not just for their sake, but for Helen's
as well.

But it just didn't feel right.

Well, there's nothing unusual in that.

You're not over her.

I don't think I want to be over her. I
know one thing, you should.

But you have to learn to live with the
love.

How come you know everything?

Oh, it's the job.

When customers come into the salon, they
expect their crimper to hear their

confessions and act as their agony aunt.

How much do you charge?

Not enough.

Hey, but when you're ready, look in.

Short back insides might become a
speciality of mine.

Night, Paula.

Night.

Oh, thanks for the lift.

And thanks.

Take care.

Isn't that what's best for you, Duncan?

Best for you, more like. You just want
me out of the way. What?

I know you're feeling nervous. Why can't
I stay here? Duncan, it's a very fine

school. I don't care. I don't want to
go.

Can't have a walk in it, dear Gerald.

Go to your room, Duncan.

I'm making inquiries about Mr Nigel
Parker.

Why? I believe he's a friend of the
family's. Yeah.

Mr Parker was injured in a car accident
last night.

How about injured?

Well, the hospital said it's touching go
to whether he'll pull through.

I'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news.

You know, I quite like this.

Now, there's a surprise.

You've wanted everything we've collected
so far.

Yeah, I like old things.

Let me tell you something, David.

There's stuff in our attic that's equal
to anything on the back of this lorry.

We're extremely upset.

I'm sure you are, too.

I've got to go into work.

But your mother's going to the hospital
to see Nigel.

Perhaps your own problems could take a
back seat for the time being.

And so the night went well?

I think so, yeah.

Rob was a bit heavy going at first, but
he soon warmed up with a drink inside

him. And her?

Smart lady.

You fix him up, then?

Fix him up?

Jeff, we were four mature adults
enjoying fine food and conversation.

Fix him up?

Is he caught in again?

How are we doing? Our last night's out
here.

Traffic did the necessary at the theme
park.

We've got two witnesses who say that
they saw Bates staggering home across

road. Well, exactly. Did it happen?

Er, yeah. At the crossroads here, a tyre
track syndicate left the road and went

slap -bang into a tree, not wearing a
seatbelt.

Will you stop doing that?

Er, Parker, he went to a drinks party at
Colonel Hudson's, and Rob's gone over

there this morning.

That's not for the devil.

So, what are we looking at?

Two drunks ill met by moonlight. Not
sure. Mr Hudson's been tight -lipped

how much Mr Parker had consumed.

What does the doctor have to say?

His condition's critical.

So I suppose the sample's out of the
question.

You guessed it.

Some redness, but no foreign bodies.

Conjunctivitis, maybe.

Or too many hours in a smoky pub.

Yeah, might do it.

I'll find you some eye drops. Thanks,
Carol.

Oh.

What are you doing?

Oh, looking a few things out.

Aye, well, they're worth a bob of two.
Yeah, exactly what I thought.

Where are you going to put them?

In the auction, of course.

Oh, you can't. David, I haven't had them
out of the box in years.

These are family heirlooms. They should
be handed down. In a perfect world,

maybe.

But we need the money.

Auntie, you can't. David, I've decided.

I suppose if you're going to sell those,
maybe I should sell something of mine.

That's entirely up to you.

And my football boots.

You don't play football.

No, the ones that Stanley Matthews wore.

The ones that you gave me, you know,
with his autograph attached on a bit of

card. I gave you them when you were
still in short trousers. You thought the

world of them.

Well, I still do.

But if we need the money, you know, that
could get us out of a hole in one go.

No, David.

Absolutely not.

What are you up to, anyway?

Shopping. Trying to avoid a last -minute
rush before Frank gets here.

Looks like he'll be based on shore after
his current tour duty.

Well, that's what you'd hope for, isn't
it?

Hmm. Navy wife, eh?

Yeah.

By the way, I feel like I'm going back
to square one.

Why's that, then?

I think it's got something to do with me
growing up in a children's home.

Had to live the way other people
decided.

Staying at Asperger General during my
training.

Doing the job the era.

It's been my first real taste of
independence.

And I've loved every minute.

Excuse me.

Yeah? Is this the way to the old quarry?
Yeah, just go down to the bottom of the

hill and your fork left.

Oh, thank you.

Go on, then.

Mrs Thompson, come in.

I've just come back from the hospital.

Ah, how's Mr Parker?

Oh, very poorly. And if that wasn't
enough, I got home to find Duncan had

missing. Missing? I left him without a
cleaner.

When she went to look for him, he wasn't
there.

Well, how long's it been since either of
you two saw him? Almost three hours.

That's not really a long time for a boy
of his age to go out for a jaunt.

Believe me, Constable, I know my son.
It's not like him.

So, Justin, for the fact that Easter was
late last year, the improvement's

better still.

Hmm. I've drawn a graph.

Oh.

Graphs, is it?

You're not just a pretty person.

Sarge? Yes?

That was Rob.

Colonel Hudson's wife has just reported
their son having gone missing after a

family row.

How old is he?

Cracking up to 60 and she's nearly half
his age.

The son.

How old is the son?

Just gone 13.

How long has he been missing?

About three hours now.

Three hours? He could be that long
waiting for a bus in these parts.

Well, Mrs Hudson's very distressed.

What with their friend getting injured
in a car crash, well, it's not a good

for the Hudsons.

True. Well, it won't do anyhow if you
join Walker and knock on a few doors.

Right, guys.

Don't ask, cos she hasn't called.

Who? Paula. So I might as well get you
up urgently then. Well, you were there,

weren't you?

I mean later, when I'd gone.

Keep it a rest, Gina.

Why, didn't you like her? Yeah, she was
nice.

Nice? All right, really nice.

Now, can I do what I came here for?

What do you want?

Well, you know Duncan Hudson, the
Colonel's lad?

Yeah, I saw him earlier.

Where? Outside here. His doctor asked me
the way to the old quarry. Why?

He's gone missing from home. His mum's
worried sick.

Well, why didn't you ask straight away
then?

Ah, maybe your mate will spill the
beans.

Stay there. I'm coming.

Right.

Why would he come round here?

Skimming, perhaps.

Fishing.

Look.

You think it's his?

It must be.

His mum said he could swim.

Is it his bike?

Yes.

If you don't mind me saying, you don't
seem too agitated about the situation.

Not unduly. Now I can see what he's
taken.

Torch, compass, map, weatherproofs,
rations.

We've probably got Guy, his stepbrother,
to thank for this.

Guy sometimes takes Duncan onto the
moors on mock manoeuvres.

Guy's in the army? Based at Catterick.

So Duncan might have learnt a few
survival skills.

Hopefully, yes.

Even so, a boy of his age could easily
overreach himself, especially if the

weather changes.

True. And then there's the question of
why did he leave his bike at the quarry?

That is puzzling.

I'm only pleased he's got the dog with
him.

Damn good friend to have in an
emergency.

A bicycle abandoned by a stretch of
water conjures up unpleasant

How are the parents reacting?

She's in a state. He seems to think the
lad knows what he's doing.

I'm not so sure. Over. Has the boy got
any money? Over.

Nothing much.

I gather they keep him pretty strapped.
Over.

Get a photograph and keep me frosted.
Over.

Right, Sarge. Out.

Rob.

Look who's here.

Why would he ask Gina for directions?

He'd be a lad in the district. He knows
the way to the old quarry.

Well, he might not.

He didn't spend much time around here,
did he?

No, don't go for that.

I think he was laying a false trail.

All right. Well, what about the
abandoned bike, then? It's part of the

What is wrong with you? You've been
scratching ever since we got here.

He's driving me nuts with his shampoo.

I have to change it. Have I got
dandruff?

What? I didn't think so. What? Are you
sure?

That's not dandruff, mate. You've got
nits.

David?

David?

Stanley

Matthews.

Old boots.

I see that from the card.

To David from Stanley Matthews.

Keep dribbling.

I'd like them valued.

Yep. Nick.

I spotted Rob.

I'm crying.

How? Easy.

We've been in close contact with any
children recently.

But I know of no... But I know someone
who has.

And I don't know where to scratch.

Come here, baby.

Scratch my back. School's going through
quite a lively bout of infestation at

the moment.

Trust them to join in.

Uh -uh. Innocence or proven guilty,
Phil. Come on, it's Jeff, all right.

you noticed he's been scratching for
Britain?

How do I get rid?

I'll bring you down some DDT shampoo and
a nitcomb.

Oh.

Don't say anything to Gina, will you?
No, but you better had if you intend to

see her.

I'll just stay away.

You what?

Well, it's not nice, is it? So much for
your new rock -solid relationship.

It's all about buying it. Not a word.

Go on. You better warn the others at the
station. I'll follow you down there.

All right.

Come on.

Now you.

Any word from Duncan?

Well, I'm afraid our valuer...

has cast some doubt on the provenance of
these boots.

What's that, then?

He doesn't think they're genuine.

Not genuine?

Only his opinion, of course.

What? Oh, he's wrong.

Why would Stanley Matthews write on the
card if they weren't his boots?

He doesn't think the great man signed
the card, either.

Peggy got me those boots. She knows
they're Stanley Matthews. Perhaps she

mistaken.

I must say I had my own doubts. I was
fairly sure the Wizard of Dribble never

wore size 11s.

So when does Frank arrive?

He docks today, here tomorrow.

Bet you've been making up for lost time,
eh?

I expect so.

Who's going to cover for you?

I didn't ask for any cover.

You're joking.

You've waited months to see Frank.

My patients expect to see me, Rob. Not
standing.

But they'll soon have to get used to
someone else anyway.

I suppose so.

Are you clear?

Thanks.

Are you OK about this weekend?

I thought you and Frank were set to name
the day something happened.

Nothing sudden.

Ah, what does that mean?

It already dawned on me.

I don't think it's what I want.

Big day nerves?

No, it's not just that.

Sorry. Didn't mean to pry.

What's there really to pry before, eh?

Did Phil say you were looking for a boy?

Yeah, yeah. Duncan Hudson.

We know that he asked Gina for
directions to the quarry. Yeah, I was

We found his bike abandoned there.

Nobody's seen him ever since.

Well, I saw him again later at the bus
stop.

You sure?

A 13 -year -old, blonde hair, with a
rucksack? And dog.

Well, that's what caught my eye. When
the bus arrived, he threw a chocolate or

something to distract the dog while he
got on the bus.

Bernie?

Bernie, have you seen David?

No, why?

Well... I think I'm in a spot of
trouble.

Any chance of keeping it to yourself?

No, I did that years ago.

And now I'm afraid the cat's coming out
of the bag.

Judging from the time that Nurse Cassidy
saw him, the bus that he most likely

caught was the number 7 to Malton.

Malton? What's at Malton?

Well, perhaps he only had enough money
to go that far.

Anyway, it's a sighting for which I am
mightily relieved.

The prospect of dredging that quarry was
giving me the willies. Well, if it was

the Malton bus that he took, the crew
most likely would have turned it round

we'd be back at the depot. If you like,
I'll drop into the canteen and see.

Fine.

Did Walker say anything else?

Er, no.

Oh, er, yes.

He said, steer clear of Jeff Younger.

Place for you, really.

It's fine.

Thank you.

Dr. Miller?

Now you're doing a chicken breast.

It's not my fault.

I'm in contact with a younger
generation, he said.

Ah, it's looking good, baby.

I trust this can be kept personal and
extremely confidential.

Any joy?

Yes. The conductor on the Malton bus
remembers him.

He said he only had enough fare to get
to Lockton.

Lockton.

That's where he got off, is it?

Yes. They were a bit worried about
dropping him in the middle of nowhere,

said that someone was going to pick him
up. Was there anyone there to meet him?

The conductor said not.

Where is everyone?

Oh, through there. It's your turn next.

There's been a new sighting. Where?

Duncan was seen getting onto a bus to
Malton. The conductor remembers him

getting off at Lockton.

Now, we've been out there to check the
lay of the land, but I'm afraid there's

nothing more we can do till daybreak
tomorrow morning.

And then what?

I've asked the Division for dollars and
extra men.

I hope the locals will volunteer to come
forward too. Well, my state workers

will be at your disposal. Thank you.

It would be of great help if we could
focus on the search.

You say he had a map?

Yes.

Guy once took Duncan on a route that
would lead them to Catterick. A fanciful

notion, but they mapped it out and made
a start.

You think he may have taken it into his
head to do that?

To reach his brother.

He'd have to be pretty desperate to try
it.

Hello, David.

Where have you been?

Well, I've got some chops in the oven.

Do you want chips with them? No, I don't
want anything.

I feel a bit sick.

Hey, lad, what is it?

Oh, Stanley Matthews' boots.

I took them to be valued at the
auctioneers.

David, I told you not to do any such
thing. Yeah, now I know why.

Because they never were his, were they?

Who told you that?

The valuer.

He said Sally Matthews was the right
little bloke. He could have got two of

feet in one of those boots. And what
does he know? Nothing.

And he said he never signed on that
card. Never signed a card. Oh, don't lie

me again. You know he didn't.

For years, I believed in those boots.

They were the first thing I looked at
every morning and the last thing at

David, look. No, I'm going out. Don't
wait up.

Cheer up. Might never happen.

It already has.

Where's your Auntie Peggy?

I don't know. I don't care.

Oh, dear.

Mrs Business about the football boots.

You know, she tried ever so hard to get
you Stan Matthews' autograph.

Cued for hours outside the ground.

Wrote letters, made phone calls.

Why didn't she just say?

She didn't want to let you down.

Sometimes people tell little white lies
so as not to disappoint someone or hurt

their feelings.

Yeah, well, it wasn't a little one, was
it?

This was a whopping great size 11 lie.

Yeah, well, well... When you've had time
to think about it, you might realise

all she wanted to do was make you happy,
and you shouldn't punish her for trying

to do that.

Hi, Rob.

A pint, please, Gina.

I was expecting to see Phil.

He decided to overnight him. Oh, yeah.
Washing his hair, is he?

Yeah, probably.

Plus, we've got an early start looking
for Duncan Hudson.

Poor thing.

People say he's a sensible lad.

Makes you wonder what could have got
into him.

I finally made contact with Guy last
night. He remembers taking Duncan on a

route due west of here, skirting
Ministry of Defence land.

We're assuming he'll follow the same
route. He took the map they used.

There's nothing else to go on.

Let's make a start.

There's some kind of way out of here.

Said a joker to the theme.

There's too much confusion.

I can't get no relief.

Businessmen there drink my wine.

Plowmen dig my earth.

None will level on the mine.

Morning, David.

Oh, morning.

Well, I've boiled it.

Oh, very nice. Yes, thank you.

That's hot. Sit down.

Did you go up early?

Yeah, we've still got all that stuff to
move for the auction, haven't we?

True.

David. Would you like that some toast?

No, no, no, this is just fine.

David, about them boots.

Oh, don't you worry about that.

That's all been cleared up now.

Oh. Yeah, that valuer just didn't know
what he was talking about.

See, apparently, Stanley Matthews was
given those boots when he was just

starting out. They didn't have much
money.

Oh. So because they were the wrong size,
he stuffed newspaper down in the toes

to make them fit.

Oh, I see.

So, sorry for being so mardy about them.

That's all right, David.

Must be in the right zone. There's an
MOD sign over the next right.

You sure we're on the right track?

There's only a guess, after all.

In the absence of a better idea, we
stick to it.

Hello?

Hello?

Help!

Help!

Guard!

Duncan? Yes!

Duncan, are you all right?

I'm stuck down. I can't move my arm.

We'll need a rope.

Well, we stayed back till last.

I hope he's in a good mood.

You're late. Chop, chop.

Help.

Yep. Good.

Thank you, man.

Yep.

Keep going.

Put your arm through there.

You all right? All right.

I want you to hold on here, yeah? Take
it for a slide.

All right, ready? They're going to lift
you any moment.

Okay, when you're ready.

Yep, you're all right.

That's it. Good.

Steady, steady, steady.

Come on, lad.

Steady.

Nearly there.

Come on.

You all right?

It's just my arm.

How do you get yourself into such a
scrape?

I don't know.

I slipped.

All right, I know. Lost your footing.
Easy done.

But why, Duncan?

What's this all about?

I've killed him, haven't I?

Killed who?

Uncle Nigel.

I sabotaged his steering on his car.

Everything wrapped is to go to the sale
room, including the two display

cabinets. Everything on the table is to
stay here. It's all breakable, so have a

care. And in particular, stay well away
from this Chinese vase.

Clear? Oh, clear as crystal, Your
Lordship.

Is it all right if we take Duncan home
now, Constable?

If you don't mind, Mrs Hudson, we need
Duncan to explain about Mr Parker's car.

The boy was obviously delirious when he
said what he said.

What do you say, Duncan?

I'm sorry, Constable.

Nigel is off the critical list and
Duncan is clearly exhausted.

Surely this can wait for the moment?

Come on, Dan.

You'll appreciate we'll need to take
another look at Mr Parker's car.

Hiya. Hiya, Carol.

Hi, Robs.

Oh, great.

I'm not very good at these things. Can't
keep my eyes open.

Here, I'll start you off.

Thanks. Three times a day, all right.

What am I going to do without you, eh?

Buy your own. Eh? I could get a petition
going.

Hands off our district nurse.

Present it to Frank.

Well, if I lose my nerve, that could
always be plan B.

Lose your nerve?

I don't want to leave my job.

That's not all of it.

When I first met Frank, I suppose I was
looking for someone who'd take control.

Look after me, you know?

But I realised it's not what I want
anymore.

Oh, bless.

Constable Walker, Duncan.

He has something to tell you.

We had another look at Mr Parker's car
and found nothing wrong with it.

Nothing? What did you think we'd find?

Well, I saw Rosie Cartwright adjust the
steering on my father's car. I tried to

do the same, but it was dark.

But for heaven's sake, why, Duncan?

Well, I wanted you and Mummy to stay
together.

I thought the reason that she was
sending me to boarding school was so

can get away with Uncle Nigel.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Well, I saw them together in her
bedroom.

Not the Hudson family's finest hour.

I'm sorry we've caused you so much
trouble.

We take things as they come, Mr Hudson.

I'm grateful.

And embarrassed.

I knew about my wife's affair.

The age difference between myself and
Anita didn't seem to matter when we were

regimental couple.

There were lots of dues to go through.

Plenty of young men she could flirt
with.

But here, boredom and frustration have
made her miserable.

My turning a blind eye seemed a
civilised solution to maintaining a

Right.

It's just this other cabinet to shift.

Right. Hey, is it going to fit through
here?

Yeah, just, I'd say.

I'm not sure, you know, not without
locking things off the table.

I think we'd better move them.

What, everyone?

Well, you know what he said.

How heavy is this?

Come on, get the other side.

You see?

Not so bad.

Now, if we're careful, we can move this
over there.

Oh, I don't know, Aunt Paige. Look, we
haven't got time to muck about.

Come on.

One, two, three, lift.

Right, now.

Easy does it.

Yeah.

That's it.

And down.

Run!

Warm up the wagon, David!

All finished?

Yeah, more or less.

There's just one little thing.

We had a slight accident.

What sort of accident?

Look in your insurance, Contangle.

Your Chinese vase. Yes?

Perfectly safe.

I've spoken to the local school, and
they're happy to take you. So let's give

a go and see how you like it, eh?

Thanks.

How's Uncle Nigel?

Little better.

Do you love him?

Not like I love your father.

But just to avoid confusion, I think
it's best we don't see very much of him

the future.

What's up?

Oh, just a little bit of local
difficulty.

Off to the station?

Yeah. Have fun?

Is she going to collect her fiancé?

Oh, nice.

Yeah, I'm not sure it is.

Anyway, this little local difficulty.

I didn't tell her about the knits until
today. She wasn't impressed.

I can imagine.

Well, she says she won't have me back in
the house till I've got the old clear.

What are you going to do about it?

I thought I'd come and stay here with
you.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so
far...

Looks as though they'd be here to stay.

Oh, I believe today.

I'm not half the girl I used to be.

There's a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, yesterday, there's a...

There's been a shooting of the poor
bloke.

Shooting? Sally Pringle's dead.

Well, they reckon any one of us could
have been the target.

What? Why do we have to drag all this up
again? I came to Aidensfield for a

quiet life.

You've been a real gentleman, Oscar.

Well, when something terrible like this
happens, it brings us all to our senses.