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

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

What time is it?

Five minutes since you last asked.

If Miller wants us to book drink
drivers, surely we could be sat outside

places than this.

Well, they're not all owned by Ken
Deakin, though, are they?

Give me a drink, love.

They all know we're out here.

That's the point.

We're bad for business.

Kenny.

Oh, Shirley, love, how are you? I'm
fine, thank you, Dennis. Would you do me

favour? See if you can get Kent to the
phone.

You're dealing me filth, Barney.

What do you want?

Phone, Kent.

So deal with it.

Shirley. Oh, pretty sick.

What is it, Shirley?

I'll be back when I'm done and not
before. Expect me when you see me.

Are they still out there?

Yeah.

So let's give them something to do.

Car keys.

Well, come on, they know my car.

Personally, I can't see anything wrong
with gambling.

Deakin hasn't got a licence.

That's what's wrong.

Why don't we just kick his door down,
then?

Well, we did, before your time. As soon
as we got inside, the card school had

turned into a knitting circle.

Hold on.

Are we in business?

Must be well oiled.

Right, get the kit.

Evening.

In a bit of a rush, are we, sir?

Was that a problem?

Didn't you see the lights flashing?

I'm afraid not.

Deacon.

Would you mind stepping out of the car,
please, sir?

And if you'd be so good as to blow into
this bag.

Surprise, surprise.

That's good, isn't it?

Surprisingly so, yes.

You should tell that pillock miller
you've better things to do.

Thank you, sir.

Good night.

Morning, you.

What's the time?

Quarter past eight.

Quarter past eight?

No. Why didn't you give me a nudge? Did.

To your coffee.

Coffee, thanks.

Well,

I was listening to that.

So was Arthur Yorkshire.

Why don't you turn it down a bit?

David, there's a time and a place for
everything.

Even that racket.

But not first thing in the morning.

Do you want another?

No, thanks, Beth Dash.

Is that all you're having?

I'll get from the arm.

See you later.

You wanted a word?

Yes, Alf.

I assume you've heard how Ken Deakin led
us a merry dance last night? Yes.

I'm not amused. I gather.

However, this morning I've received a
letter from someone willing to dish the

dirt on Mr Deakin.

It confirms that he is running a gaming
room inside the club.

It's onside.

I know, but it's genuine.

The villains it names are on our own
list. That place attracts them like

to a cowpat.

And I want it closed down.

You're not thinking of a rage.

Oh, no, I've learned that lesson.

But with this letter as evidence, I can
hit him where it hurts.

In his liquor licence.

Well, from what I remember, the licence
was in his wife's name. Correct, but

he's made an application to the court to
have it transferred to himself.

Oh.

Word is that he's trading in the current
Mrs Deakin for a newer model.

Another one at noon, is it all right?

Mum seems comfortable.

Does she want anything?

No, I think she'll sleep for a while.

How do you think she's doing?

Hard to tell for soon after a stroke.

How are you? More to the point.

Coping.

I'm sorry the test results weren't good.

You haven't told her? No.

No point just yet.

I know you're happy to manage here as
long as you can, but...

I really do think she should go into
care sooner rather than later. I've been

talking to them down at Golden Feeders.
Oh, it's a nice place.

I'm sure she'll like it there.

I'll see you again tomorrow.

OK. Bye. Bye.

And that is my permission, ma 'am. Thank
you, Mr Heath.

Sergeant Miller, we've now heard the
application for change of licence.

Do the police have any objections?

Yes, thank you, ma 'am, we have.

Perhaps you would outline them for us.

Yes, ma 'am.

I have recently received a letter which
I would like to submit for your

consideration.

In it, the writer informs me that Mr
Deakin is in the habit of allowing

on his club premises in contravention of
the Gaming Act.

It also goes on to name a number of
regulars who we know to have criminal

records.

The police have kept watch on the
premises and we believe it is a place

undesirables meet to plan nefarious
activities.

But this letter is unsigned, Sergeant.

Yes, indeed, ma 'am. The writer would
live in fear of his or her safety should

their identity be known.

You will also see from these details
that Mr Deakin has a history of licence

abuses involving illegal gaming.

The police have serious concerns about
this application, ma 'am, and wish to

strongly oppose it.

You're late.

Problems at home.

Problems here you're paid to deal with.

What's happened?

We've lost our liquor licence.

Miller's stuck the knife in, convinced
the bench there's gaming on the

Claims to have a grass.

He's brought an unsigned letter on us,
naming names.

I'll lay money Miller wrote it himself.

Hiya, David.

Hiya. Not one of your usual nights.

Oh, no, I had to get out of the house.

Aunt Peggy, she's driving me mad.

Why's that, then? Well, I just can't do
anything without her moaning at me.

What was she saying? Oh, you can't play
that music and don't sit in that chair

and stop whistling, stop fidgeting and
stop breathing, more like.

Anyway, the light's knocked me on. I'm
fed up with it.

There you go.

Thank you.

Anyway, now he's lost his license.

Perhaps his customers are drinking here.

Oh, that riffraff. No thanks.

Well, Miller's cock -a -hoop. Well, Ken
Deacon won't take it lying down. He'll

get a top brief and try and get the
decision reversed at the next licensing

session. Yeah, and in the meantime,
he'll probably serve the drinks from

the counter, eh?

What's going on over there, then?

What?

Something's going on.

They're a bit close, aren't they?

Whatever next?

Something's going on. Stop staring.

Leave them to it.

Look, sorry.

I think they're preoccupied this
morning.

Takes me a bit of time to wake up.

Now then, strange for me too.

Yeah, probably too much wine.

Perhaps you're having regrets to take
it.

No. No, not at all.

Unless you do. I don't.

Good.

It's been a long day for both of us.
Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm glad it happened.

What time did she get home? About 11.

She must have disturbed whoever broke
in.

How did Deacon react when he got there?

He was steaming.

The stolen stuff included trophies he'd
won as a young boxer.

You'd better get scenes of crimes over
there, pronto.

Already done.

Please, see you again.

Mr. Dickie?

Sergeant.

PC Walker, you know?

Cracked the case already, have you?

I'm afraid not, no.

Surprise me. You were compiling a list
of stolen items.

These are all insured, I take it? Yeah.

But stuff like that can't be replaced.

Make yourself scarce, Dennis.

Go and talk to the bar takings.

Surprising how these soft drinks can add
up. Nothing much was found at the scene

by way of forensic evidence.

Then you'd better call in CID before the
trail goes cold. We'll do what's

necessary, Mr Deakin. You do that.

You're good at parking cop cars on my
doorstep.

Now show me how you deal with a proper
crime.

I've just brewed.

Oh.

What are you reading?

It's a magazine article.

I can see that.

That UF, no?

The man who put sex into the 60s.

Yeah, somebody left it in the back of
the taxi. Yeah, no doubt too ashamed to

seen with it.

Unlike some, too ashamed to be seen with
it, I said.

Why? You know very well why.

He's the man that sells them magazines
with bare women in them. Yeah, I know.

It's disgusting.

How would you like it if I paraded in
the buff with nothing but a clump of

elephant grass to cover me?

Oh, disgusting.

Exactly. Give it to you. No, no, I'm
reading that.

I'm reading all about how Hugh Hefner
spends his free time and getting some

good ideas.

No doubt you are.

He's got this den, you see, and this is
where he chills out.

And it's got a billiard table and it's
got a bar. That's exactly what I want,

Matt. You want a den like UF, no?

Yeah, with a great big sign on the door
saying, Private!

Pleasant to drive.

It is pleasant, isn't it?

I'm not sure.

A man named Deacon has made a complaint
to division.

Claims Miller persuaded the magistrate
to take away his drinks licence on the

word of an anonymous informant.

Well, that and his previous record for
illegal gaming.

Well, I'm sure Miller's got good
reasons, but they didn't want to know

everything's above board.

So why come to me?

Thought you might have a view.

I don't have a view. I'm a plod,
remember?

Not for much longer, perhaps.

Let's wait till I get the results, eh?

What would this view be about?

How Miller's dealing with Deakin.

Just want an idea before I go in.

Inside information, you mean?

Is it personal between them?

Do you want a coffee?

Why is that so hard to answer?

Sorry, was that a yes?

No, not for me, thanks.

I'll tell you this much.

Miller thinks Deakin's clubs are a
magnet for criminals.

He'd like them closed down.

OK. So what about the unsigned letter?

Is it genuine?

I assume so.

Deakin called her to say he was burgled
last night.

He wants CID to investigate because he
says he can't trust you.

Miller will be chuffed. Good luck.

Yeah. And thanks for all your help.

You've passed the politics paper with
honours.

No, I said I didn't want one, thanks.

That's for Carol.

You can take it to her on your way out.

Thank you. You're welcome.

If you're still complaining in a couple
of days' time, give me a call, OK?

Bye. Bye.

Hi. Rob sent this.

Oh, thanks.

You working on something together?

Not exactly.

I'm afraid he's got it on him this
morning.

Hmm. There's nothing I can't handle.

Give as good as I get.

You make it sound very combative.

Well, yeah, it can be.

Is that why you two split up?

Partly, perhaps.

I think the fact is we met too soon, and
we were both making our way.

And what about now?

Too much competition.

Besides, I don't think he's really ever
shaken off the ghost of Helen.

She'll always be there in the
background.

But something tells me you'd be prepared
to take the risk. Whether it's me or

someone else.

I'm sure they'll help him overcome that.

Well, who knows? I do.

I'm an optimist.

I suppose Rob wanted to leave
Aidensfield.

Well, has he said something to you?

No, but he seems to get the results of
his sergeant's exams.

If he passes, he's bound to get
restless.

And Sergeant Miller's not about to make
way any time soon.

Oh, hello.

Oh, it's a stretch.

Beautiful space.

Yeah, hey.

Does it smell?

What of?

Cow. There's not been livestock in here
for a while.

What are you after?

I was just going to see what you're up
to.

There's nothing to see.

Just chucking stuff out.

Me included.

Yeah.

He's only naturally want a place of his
own. Well, what's wrong with his

bedroom?

Well, too small to invite friends.

What friends?

I'm the only friend he's got and I'm
barred.

Green dog!

Thank you.

Satisfied? Well, if the magistrates were
happy.

Exactly. Of course, when Deakin
reapplies, he'll have a top barrister

make the point that anyone could have
fabricated the facts and typed it.

Including me, you mean?

I hope not, for your sake.

The letter's genuine, Detective
Sergeant, and no, I'll not be revealing

source.

Fine.

Deakin, however, insists it's personal.

He's keen to damage your reputation any
way he can. That's why I think he set up

last night's burglary.

Do you want me to take over the case?
No.

It would give Deakin less ground for
complaint.

And convince people of my incompetence.

I boss this patch, Detective Sergeant.

You might remind Division of that.

So you'll tell her?

Tonight?

I'll tell her when the time's right.

You've been saying that for weeks.

Thought it'd be right.

Could be married a long time. It's got
to be done decent.

You're full of bull, Ken.

Take it or leave it.

Your breakthroughs could do with being
replaced.

Oh, no.

When can you do that?

Not today.

If you pop in tomorrow, I could do it
then.

Rosie,

Mr. Scoot said I could have a couple of
these posters for me den.

Yeah, he did mention it. I've got some
rolled up over here.

Huh?

So, when is the grand opening of this
den?

Oh, I don't know.

When can you come?

I didn't mean that.

I mean tonight, if it's convenient.

Oh, sorry, David.

He's setting me up with a girlfriend.

Well, that's all right. Bring her along.

I mean, the more the merrier, eh?

Yeah.

Anybody see anything?

No.

Hard to believe in broad daylight.

Deacon reckons he'd have heard
something.

Well, above all that pillow talk.

You'd think a bloke could do this to his
own motor.

It's hard to say, isn't it?

I assume his insurance will cover it.

Well, what have you found out?

The neighbours aren't being too helpful,
Mr Deacon. Oh, I know they want to suit

some round here.

The scenes of crime officer will be here
as soon as possible.

See, with all this pain, we might be
able to find a footprint or two. Oh,

really? Why don't you tell your gaffer
to send round Olmstead Watson instead of

Laurel and Hardy?

Is he talking about us?

I know you've got your doubts, Sarge,
but Deacon wouldn't mastermind this

outside his mistress's house, would he?

Isn't that what he'd want us to think?

Deakin couldn't care less. Who knows
about his extramarital arrangements?

But his wife probably does, though.

Excluding Deakin himself, she's got to
be a suspect.

Well, not if we think the same person
did the breaking. She was the one who

the burger. Or so she claims.

She could have easily done it herself.

If we're going to keep an open mind
about this, surely Deakin stays in the

frame. But we do have other names.

Yes.

Three ex -employees with a possible
grudge.

Linda Bedford. Deacon made her promises
and then dumped her.

Unscorned woman.

And there was Roger Jenkin.

Deacon had him beaten up because he was
caught directing punters to a rival

club. One angry man with a limp.

And then there was Terry Cropper, a
barman. He was caught with his hand in

till. He was found at the bottom of the
cliff off Whitby Head. The coroner's

verdict was suicide.

But his family think they know better.

Would either of you like a drink?

No, thanks, we're fine.

Mrs Deakin, are you aware that your
husband's car was vandalised earlier

Yes, he ran.

Can you tell us where you were between
one and three o 'clock today?

I was here.

Can anyone confirm that?

I don't think so. Why do you ask? It's
routine, Mrs Deakin. We need to

you from our inquiries.

Me?

Your husband's car was parked outside
the home of Tina Bentley.

We believe she works at your husband's
club. I know who she is, Constable.

Ken's latest bit of skirt.

We believe she's rather more than that.

Oh, I see.

The next Mrs Deakin, perhaps.

And I'm already the avenging ex.

I've been married to Ken for 20 years,
Constable.

He works unsocial hours, surrounded by
temptations.

That's his world.

This is mine.

What I say goes in this house, and he
has always chosen to come back to it.

Right, then.

I hope that helps.

Thank you.

I won't have them talk to my wife like
that.

How was that exactly?

Like she was a suspect.

You asked for a thorough investigation,
Mr Deakin. By Miller? No chance.

I've asked CID to get on the job. How
long's it going to take you?

What are you doing here?

I was summoned.

Says you're about to cuff his missus for
decorating his car.

Why couldn't Miller just wave the liquor
licence through and save us all this

hassle? I've told you why.

Oh, yeah.

It's a magnet for naughty boys.

Blue Tina will find them.

How far have you got with those asset
transfers?

They need Shirley's signature.

Leave her to me. Just have them ready.

Will you be opening the bar tonight?

What do you think?

Is it worth the risk?

What do you want me to do?

Close down?

Sell up?

Either way, you'll be on a scrappy
sunshine.

Oh,

hiya, Peggy. We've come to see David.

Oh.

Is he in?

Well, he's across the yard.

Follow up noise.

Thanks.

Because I need your love. Oh, hi, Carol.
Hiya. I'm on the borough.

So is Rob on duty tonight, then?

I think so, yeah. Where's me nutmeg?

Gina, has Phil said anything to you
about Rob wanting to leave Aidensfield?

No. What gave you that idea?

Gee, the results of his sergeant's
exams. I just wondered what he had in

he passes.

Why don't you ask him?

It's not really any of my business, is
it?

Who are you trying to kid?

Take it from me.

Wait for a man to say something
important to a woman.

You could turn from a radiant flower
into a dried arrangement.

Thanks.

Ah,

evening. Now, what's the problem? You
can hear the problem.

You reported a disturbance.

And what do you call this?

Well, who is it making all the noise?
It's our David and them that's with him.

Look, I'm supposed to be off duty now.

Can't you deal with this yourself?

I've tried, but they're deaf to me.

It needs a uniform.

Even one with you in it.

PT Younger, I want to speak to David.

Well, he's busy.

David?

It's Geoff Younger.

Open up.

What the... Hello?

Jeff? Oh, hello.

What are you doing here?

What? I heard someone was cracking up.

You'd better go, isn't it?

No, go on, come in.

Welcome to Dave Dent.

Day. It's wedding day.

Oh, look.

You didn't get it.

Hungover. Any idea what caused it?

Yeah. Arthur.

What's he doing here?

He's the owner.

Alan, you had this place?

What?

I didn't know you'd got a warehouse.

Not many do.

You're the deacon.

I'm glad you've been targeted again.

Brilliant.

You must have an inkling who might be
doing this.

Put it this way. I've got more idea than
you.

Right.

I've had enough.

Don't wait.

I'm going nowhere. I live here.

Do you know what time it is? Pack your
bedtime, Grandma.

You're right there.

I've got a fat chance of getting any
sleep.

Where's Constable Younger? What's he
doing?

I'll be telling you.

Right. I'll be talking to your superior,
Jeff Younger.

And as for you, David Stockwell, I am
disgusted.

Don't speak to Loverboy like that in his
own house.

Loverboy?

Don't talk such rubbish.

You're not going to take that from her,
are you?

Well... Come here.

That did the trick.

The warehouse was stacked with
cigarettes.

And since Deakin says he wasn't insured,
I think we could safely assume this

attack wasn't self -inflicted.

All right. But does Deakin sell so many
cigarettes that he has to have a

warehouse to store them in? I've already
asked Al to turn up any recent cases of

theft involving cigarettes.

Good. Get on to customers next time.
They could be duty -free.

Why don't we just ask his office manager
to show us the receipt?

Oh, fine.

Don't forget your passport to Cloud
Cuckoo Land.

If you don't ask, you don't get.

Deakin leased the warehouse two months
ago.

A handful of people know about this. Did
he give you any names? No, he clammed

up. I think he'd guessed who it might be
and intends to deal with it himself.

Internal mail, Sarge. From Division.

It could be someone's results.

Back off.

I'll be in the duty room.

Oh. Well, you've... You've passed.

Not only have you passed, you were
placed in the top 200 entrants

Congratulations.

Thank you, Sergeant.

You know what this means?

You can apply for a special training
course.

That's one year at police college.

Automatic promotion.

Right.

I'd be sorry to lose you, but it would
be a big leg up.

Come on.

Sure, the deacons sent these.

Oh, lovely.

I was going to call in on her today
anyway, so I can bank her.

Anything else before I go?

I don't think so.

There's Cassidy calling this morning.

She knows I had to find the key.

So, you OK?

Sure?

I'll be off then.

See you later, love. I'll put them in
some water.

What if he's not here?

Better still.

Hello there.

PC Walker.

This is Detective Sergeant Dawson.

We've come to see Mr Boone.

He's not here.

I'm sure he'd like us to wait.

Well, left a phone.

Celebrity visitors, eh?

Is that how I think of it?

Or not a telly?

Any joy?

A letter asking for a quote to paint the
clubroom.

Look at the type.

Dodgy K's and T's.

Must be the same if you didn't type
Miller's letter.

You're saying the bookkeeper's a graft?

And since he was one of the few people
that knew about the warehouse, I'll lay

odds he's our saboteur as well.

We're back in the mill, Enid!

Oh, hello.

Hello. Is Dennis here?

No, I'm sorry.

I'm his boss, Ken Deacon. Oh, yes, of
course.

You and Mr Deacon sent those beautiful
flowers to Enid. I dare say.

Where is Enid? Oh, she's in bed.

Perhaps I could just nip in, say hello?

Yeah, she is awake. I've just got to pop
to the shops, but if you drop the latch

on your way out.

Oh, Enid.

I'm looking for Dennis.

Do you know where I can find him?

Sarge, we're at the club. We've found
evidence to suggest your informant is

Dennis Boone. Over.

Find him and keep him safe.

Over.

Ken didn't say when he'd get back.

I'm sure I've come to see.

Oh.

Do you mind if I... No, go ahead.

How's your mother?

A bit better.

Good.

It must be a strange weird... Thank you
for the flowers.

It's my pleasure.

So, what is it?

Did Ken tell you why he wanted to
transfer the club's licence out of your

Not really. Why?

He's been trying to transfer other
assets.

He thinks I'm arranging the paperwork,
but I'm not.

Oh. Oh, why not?

It wouldn't be to your advantage.

And I won't do it.

I don't understand.

You've always been good to me, Shirley.
Right back to when my marriage broke up.

Kind and...

Well, lovely.

Thank you.

There's no need.

You must know what you've meant to me
all these years.

Just being in the same room with you
made me feel my life was worth living.

Dennis.

Dennis.

He wants to divorce you.

No, Dennis. No, please, please, listen.

I've done his dirty work, but I won't
let him sell you short.

What I've done, Shirley, I've done for
you.

No answer.

What's going on?

We're looking for Dennis Boone.

You tried the club?

Yeah, he's not there. You could try Mr
and Mrs Deacon's place. His mother said

he was going round to thank them for
some flowers.

Can I take it you had no idea who your
informant was when you used that letter

in court?

No time to split hairs, Sergeant.

I get castigated a pattern.

Oh, hello, young sir. How are you?

Oh, not so bad.

Better than you look, then.

Yeah, still a late night.

I heard.

Oh, wait, Rose said she'd do me breaks
for us.

Rosemary!

Oh, hiya, David.

Good night last night, wasn't it? Oh,
yeah.

I was just wondering how you're fixed to
come again tonight.

Oh, um, no, I can't. I've got to work
late.

Well, when did I be able to?

Thank you.

We believed Dennis Boone was coming
here.

Yes, he was here. When did he leave?

A few minutes ago.

Do you know where he was going?

He didn't say.

Where's your husband, Mrs Deakin? I
don't know.

Was he here with Mr Boone?

Mrs Deakin, we believe Mr Boone to be in
danger.

Help us or be responsible for the
consequences.

Is he with your husband?

Yes, they left together.

Where did they go?

Please think, Mrs Deakin.

Ken said something about him becoming a
cropper.

Terry Cropper.

Whippy Head.

I would have guessed you had it in you,
Dennis.

Do you mind if I have a smoke?

Yeah, why not?

You should get that scene, too.

Yeah.

Was Miller paying you?

No. Who then?

Nobody.

So why?

of you to die for.

Clean?

Okay, over with it.

Not tempted to leg it yourself, then?

Oh, poor.

I got here just too late to stop him.

I can miss a good jury of that.

Oh, is Bagger's ready yet?

What's the rush?

Why, shall we expect him friends?

Not again.

Friends last more than a day, you know.

Hi, David.

Hi, Wendy.

You all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

You don't mind if I bring a couple of
friends, do you?

Oh, well... No, no, no, that's fine.

Come on.

Yeah, the den's open.

I'll be over in a minute.

Just Wendy with a couple of friends.

A couple?

More like a posse.

How long have you worked for Ken Deakin?

20 years or so.

You certainly took your time turning
Queen's evidence.

He paid my wages.

At first he kept on the right side of
the law.

Then he got greedy.

Revved up the gambling.

Started dealing in contraband fags.

And why didn't you just leave?

I had responsibilities.

Your mother?

Yes.

And Shirley.

This is Deacon. She needed me in her
corner.

He was going to rob a blind out to stop
him. If she hadn't returned the favour,

you'd be a dead man.

She should have saved her breath.

Why?

I'm condemned anyway.

I got the bottle to double -cross him
otherwise.

Have I done it?

One cancer.

Inoperable.

A drop over a cliff would have been a
mercy.

What is David?

Now push her.

Whistle.

Okay, well.

Well, Sergeant Dawson told me you used
her to cushion the impact.

If he isn't such a whinger, there was
hardly a dent on her car.

Well, not a bad day's work. Deacon and
his sidekicks in the nick and an exam

pass with flying colours. Well done.

Well done.

Things don't get much better than that.

So that's another round on Rob, then, is
it, Alf?

Oh, I wouldn't be so bold.

Right, then, same again all round. Come
on, Jean.

This is when you find out who your
friends really are.

And how many have suddenly gone...
Counting blessings.

What are you doing here?

Did Wendy show up?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, she came. Yeah,
she brought a couple of friends.

Got a bit crowded, so I thought I'd just
pop out for a quiet drink on my own.

I've just finished your taxi.

Why don't you come over and see what
I've done?

Come on.

I hope you like it.

You're only changing the brake shoes.

Yeah, well, we towed in a write -off and
I spotted something I thought might

suit you.

See anything?

Oh, flipping heck!

How does it work?

Tune in, man, and chill out.

Oh, Rosie, that's great.

I didn't mean to leave the party, you
know.

Don't be daft.

In any case, I needed a breather.

I've hardly had time to take things in.

Everyone seemed genuinely pleased for
you.

What? They might be seeing the back of
me.

Of course not.

You'd be surprised.

Geoff Young has already put his marker
on my desk and pencil sharpener.

You want me to come in?

Um, no, you better not.

Tongue's a wag.

Besides, they'd kill me if I stopped you
from going back.

Yeah, I'd put some money behind the bar.

Not the point.

You should be with them.

Yeah, probably.

All right, well, um, I'll love you and
leave you.

Okay.

See you tomorrow.

This job in Aidensfield is all I've ever
wanted, so why move on? Can you accept

it, I take it?