Original subtitles

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

Come 'ere! Alfred!

Yes, Tina. You're a good little goat.

Yes, you've been a good girl today.

BLEATING

A really good girl.

Now then, Jane.

Oh, good morning, Claude!

Nice weather for it!

Nice weather for what, though?

Whatever tickles your fancy.

Ah, those were the days, eh?

I wish I were 20 years younger... you could be me mother!

You cheeky devil, go on, get away with you.

Come 'ere.

MUSIC: 'I Love My Dog' by Cat Stevens

♪ I love my dog, As much as I love you

♪ You may fade, My dog will always come through... ♪

Come 'ere.

♪ All he asks from me is the food to give him strength

♪ All he ever needs is love And that he knows he'll get

♪ So I love my dog As much as I love you

♪ You may fade, My dog will always come through... ♪

BARKING Come 'ere!

♪ All the pay I need Comes shining through his eyes

♪ I don't need no cold water To make me realise...

♪ That I love my dog As much as I love you... ♪

Alfred?

Leave it!

Come on! Come on, son! Alfred!

♪ I love my dog As much as I love you

♪ You may fade, My dog will always come through. ♪

Just what the hell do you think you're up to, Walker?

You flaming lunatic!

- You're trespassing, Greengrass. - You what?

You heard. Now shove off, the pair of you!

Or it will not just be the dog that will end up with buckshot!

Oh you know as well as I do this is an ancient right of way!

Oh, yeah?

If I find one pellet in my dog, I'll have you, Walker!

You were right about that Raymond Walker, Charlie.

Right little Hitler, just like you said he was.

Something amusing you?

Well, just the thought of it, really.

Of what?

All those old dears of yours doing press-ups and squats.

You can laugh, but keeping yourself in some sort of shape

at that age can add years on to your life.

Or kill you off at a stroke.

That's what you'll have if you eat much more of that stuff.

- Oh, thank you, Claude. - Hey, just the lad. Hey.

Hey, I want to report a misdemeanour.

- Mister who? - Oh yeah.

Now look, I'm not in the mood.

Me and him have just been shot at by that flaming lunatic Raymond Walker.

- Were you on his land? - It's got nowt to do wi' it.

How do you work that out?

Because it's one of them what is, ain't it?

It's a public right of way. Always has been, always will be!

Alright, leave it with me. I'll have a word with him.

You wanna have more than one.

I'll suggest a few if you like, most of 'em end in 'off'.

Right, son?

Step. Step.

Good. Excellent.

Over... and... ankle.

Waist... over.

Over... two, sorry.

That's really good, Dorothy.

Swing... swing...

I could've made me own way down, you know.

What's the point, Mother, when I've got the car?

Oh, you're not coming in with me, are you?

- Just for a minute. - Oh!

CHA-CHA-CHA MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, that's better! And twirl!

Right, ladies and gentlemen. If you like to relax for a few minutes.

Then we'll do the next number.

- Hello! - Hello! Have we missed it?

No, we're just taking a little break. Don't want to overdo it.

No. Otherwise you'll have to give this lot

the kiss of life, wouldn't you, Doctor.

If you like to stick your coat in the office...

Oh yeah, I can do it myself, thank you.

Could be worse. She could be the sort that wants carrying around.

The only time she'll be carried is when she's in a pine box!

I would like a private word though, Doctor, when you've got a minute.

Hm, of course.

Mr. Walker?

- Er, yes? - PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

Oh, I know who you are, constable.

We've had a complaint about you shooting

at Greengrass's dog this morning.

Have you now?

Well now, if I'd been shooting at it, it'd be dead by now.

And if I had done, I'll be doing no more than any other farmer

would have done under the circumstances.

And what circumstances would those be, sir?

The dog wasn't even on a lead!

According to Mr. Greengrass, on a public right of way.

I'm not in the habit of threatening people with guns, constable.

Not even scruff like Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

Oh, by the way, did he also tell you that some of my sheep

have been harassed by dogs recently?

Oh, why didn't you report any of these attacks to us?

A bit late to send for the plod, isn't it,

once your animals have been savaged.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I've a farm to run.

MUSIC: 'A Handful Of Songs' by Tommy Steele

♪ I've got a handful of songs to sing you

♪ Can't stop my voice When it longs to sing you...

♪ New songs and blue songs And songs to bring you...

♪ Happiness, no more, no less

♪ Moreover, wherever we may roam to

♪ Or any shore where we may be blown to

♪ We know that we're going to feel at home to...

♪ La-la, the music of...

♪ Jazz and cha-cha-cha

♪ Good songs and street vendor cries

♪ Strains of old refrains

♪ Sleep time baby, lullaby

♪ I've got a handful of songs to sing you

♪ I've got a heart full of love to bring you

♪ True love for you, love, And love's a thing you keep

♪ So, here's a handful of songs going cheap

♪ Just a handful of songs

♪ Just a handful of songs

♪ Only a handful of songs ♪

I don't know how people can do that.

I know. Hey!

And just what is that, Ventress?

It's a kitten, Sarge.

I can see it's a kitten!

I mean, what's it doing in here?

Well, it's what I told you about, sarge.

The one I rescued. PHONE RINGS

What the...!

It was thirsty, Sarge.

Well, clear it up!

- Is it Arthur or Martha? - Eh?

Well, is it male or female?

- Or haven't you looked yet? - Oh, it's female.

Aw. So you're gonna keep it, Alf?

Oh, I wouldn't mind. The truth is, the wife can't stand cats.

She won't have one in the house.

Aw, poor thing.

Bellamy! Get a hold of Rowan! Tell him I want a word with him.

Right, Sarge.

And you, Ventress... in my office.

On your own.

And shut the door!

Just what d'you think we're running here, Ventress?

Pets' pantry?

In case you've forgotten, this happens to be a police station,

not a bloody cattery!

Well, what do you want me to do with her then, sarge?

Well, now.

Let's think about this, shall we, Ventress?

You could try the RSPCA in Whitby.

I believe they've been known to take a passing interest

in unwanted cats on occasions.

All right, Sarge.

It could come in quite handy you know, Sarge.

What could?

Well, having a cat about the place.

I mean, we do have the odd mouse.

Just leave, Ventress.

Right, Sarge.

Two, three, four, back. Two, three, four, forward.

Back.

Step, knee, step, knee, step, knee, step, knee.

That's it. And...

- Ooh. - Sorry.

Right, tea break. Before she does any more damage.

She's looking well enough, now.

Oh yes, physically.

But she's been getting very confused, lately.

Now there's this new thing.

What's that?

She reckons that she's been getting funny phone calls.

You know, heavy breathing, late at night.

What exactly are you saying? That you don't believe her?

To be honest Doctor, I don't know what to believe anymore.

Then there's this business with me father.

Your father?

You know he died last year.

She was getting over it very well.

But lately...

Well, I've come into the room on a couple of occasions and...

I've actually found her talking to him as if he were actually there with her.

I wouldn't worry about that, it's quite common.

Now, how do you think I can help?

Maybe you could have a word with her.

I'm not happy about her stuck up in that cottage on her own.

We've been on her to come and live with us, but she wouldn't listen.

Leave it with me, Jenny. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

A complaint about me, Sarge?

- That's right, Rowan. - Who from?

A Mr. Raymond Walker.

- Oh, him. - Oh, rings a bell, does it?

As a matter of fact, Sarge, I had a complaint about him.

Oh, aye, from that well- known law-abiding citizen,

Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

You know that Walker took a shot at him and his dog.

Oh well. If Greengrass says that's what happened.

You do realised who we're dealing with here, Rowan.

He's not just the chairman of the local NFU

but someone with very powerful friends.

Oh, so because of that, he can wave a shotgun

at anyone who happens to wander across his land?

We're not talking about just anyone, are we, Rowan.

We're talking about Greengrass.

Now I want you to tell that scruffy reprobate from me

to stay away from Walker's farm in future

or I'll have his guts for garters. Is that understood?

- Yes, Sarge. - Right. Carry on.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGING

I'm not going to answer it, Charlie.

I know what you said and I'm not going to answer it.

PHONE STILL RINGING

Oh Charlie! Make 'em go away!

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Oh, Charlie.

Oh. Oh. Oh Charlie.

Oh Charlie.

- Hello, Jane. - Hello.

Are you all right?

Yes, I mustn't grumble.

I've got the kettle on. Would you like a cup of tea?

- That'll be lovely. - Right. Come in.

Why on earth didn't you let my husband know about these phone calls?

What could he have done about it?

He could have got the exchange to intercept the calls and change

the telephone number.

That's a lot of trouble to go to, isn't it?

No, I just usually don't answer the phone.

But suppose someone really needed to get in touch with you.

Jennie, for instance.

Hardly likely at that time of night.

It's not just the phone calls that bother me though.

It's the other things.

What other things?

People banging on the windows late at night

and banging on the door.

How long has this been going on?

Ever since I stopped answering the phone.

Look, I'm going to get Nick to drop by, if that's okay.

If you like.

Do you like living up here on your own?

Well, I haven't got much choice, have I?

Jennie tells me she's been trying to get you to live with them for ages.

Oh, so that's what this is all about.

I thought I saw you two nattering down at the Church Hall yesterday.

Well, she's very worried about you.

And I'm not surprised with what's been going on.

I'm all right.

And even if I wasn't, I wouldn't dream of moving in with them.

Jane, you must get lonely sometimes.

No, I've always got my Charlie and...

...we never run out of things to talk about, do we, Charlie?

MUSIC: 'The Wanderer' by Dion & The Del Satins

♪ Oh well, I'm the type of guy Who never settles down

♪ Where pretty girls are You know that I'm around

♪ I kiss them, then I love them Cos to me they're all the same

♪ I hug them then I squeeze them They don't even know my name

♪ They call me the wanderer Yeah, the wanderer

♪ I roam around and round and round and round and round

♪ Oh, well, there's Jo on my left And then there's Mary on my right

♪ And Janie is the girl, Well, that I'll be with tonight

♪ And when she asks me Which one I love the best

♪ I tear open my shirt And show it's Rosie on my chest

♪ Cos I'm a wanderer, Yeah, I'm a wanderer

♪ I roam around and round... ♪

Hey, hey! Hang on, hang on!

Hey. Come and look at what Mr. High and Mighty flaming Walker's done now.

Oh, come on, leave that there! Come on.

Well?

Well, what?

Right. Well, now you've seen it, you'd better do summat about it, don't you?

Like what?

I mean like, make him take it down!

It's a public right of way! Has been since Adam were a lad!

Adam who, Claude?

Oh, very good. You'll not take chances. Look, this is serious!

I can't do anything. This is a civil matter.

Is it? Well, I don't feel very civil at the moment.

You're not going to do owt about it, I'll go find somebody who will!

- I can't get up. - You all right?

Come on, son.

MUSIC: 'Whiter Shade of Pale' by Procol Harum

Mrs. Thompson?

Mrs. Thompson!

Oh, hello.

You're a fan then, are you?

Well, my tomatoes certainly are.

Oh, are they?

It's a well known fact that plants respond very well to music, you know.

And especially Procol Harum, eh?

Oh I prefer Herman's Hermits myself.

I think that Herman's a really wholesome looking boy, don't you?

I expects his mother thinks so, yeah.

So how long have you been getting these phone calls, Mrs. Thompson?

Oh, a few weeks, I suppose. On and off.

Only it's got worse lately.

And what about these noises outside?

Oh, I've heard those two or three times.

Do they happen at any particular time?

Usually just before midnight.

Have you seen anyone hanging around the place during the day?

Nah, I can't say I have, no.

Alright Mrs. Thompson, I'll get the exchange

to intercept your calls as from tonight.

Oh it won't cost me anything, will it?

No, course not.

Now listen, you lock all your doors

and if you do hear anyone prowling around the house tonight,

you ring me straight away.

Alright then, I will. Thank you.

What's for lunch?

Pie, chips and Yorkshire caviar.

Yorkshire caviar?

Mushy peas to you ignorant Southerners.

They're good for you!

I suppose Greengrass does have a point.

It happens all the time, doesn't it?

Landowner objects to having a public right of way across his property

so he quietly fences it off.

Then after a couple of years...

Everyone's forgotten there was a right of way there in the first place.

What about Jane Thompson?

Did you manage to see her while you were there?

Mmm.

What do you think?

Well I told her to call me as soon as anything happens.

Assuming she hasn't made the whole thing up.

Do you think she might have?

I'm not sure. She has got an imaginary husband knocking about the place.

You met Charlie then, did you?

Mmm. His name did come up a couple of times.

Byt why would she make something like that up?

Maybe she's lonely.

I don't think so.

She could go live with her daughter

but there's no way she's prepared to do that.

GLASS SMASHING

GLASS SMASHING

GLASS SMASHING

GLASS SMASHING

I thought you were going to ring me, Mrs. Thompson.

I was going to, but the phone isn't working.

Ah, somebody's cut the wires.

You get no prizes for guessing who's done that neither.

You have a theory about this, do you, Claude?

[indistinct]

Go on, tell him what you told me.

About who's been trying to buy this place off you

for the last few months.

- Mr. Walker. - Raymond Walker?

Of this parish.

He's made me one or two very good offers for the cottage lately.

You know, much more than it could possibly be worth, I'd say.

Oh, why would Walker be interested in this place?

I've no idea, Mr. Rowan.

He wants ???.

This all happened when did you say? 11.30, 12?

Something like that, sir, yes.

What makes you think I might have heard anything?

You don't live that far away, sir.

It's only farm land between here and Mrs. Thompson's cottage.

I wasn't here. Not at that time anyway.

And would you mind telling me where you were, sir?

I was over in Ashfordly, chairing an NFU meeting.

I can't believe you suspect I had anything to do with this business!

Just tying up a few loose ends, sir, that's all.

Oh, Mrs. Thompson tells me you've been trying to buy her cottage.

So? I want to knock it down, if you must know.

Knock it down, sir?

That's right, knock it down. It ruins the view from my lounge window.

Thank you, sir.

Guess who I've just had on the phone, Rowan?

Raymond Walker, Sarge?

No. But somebody who plays golf with Raymond Walker.

A certain influential Chief Superintendent from Division.

Have you gone off your head, Rowan?

Suggesting that Walker had anything to do with that vandalism!

I never suggested that, sarge!

Not in so many words, no.

Now, you possess a map of the Aidensfield area, I take it?

Yes, Sarge.

Right then get it out and draw a circle round the spot marked Walker's farm.

And from now on, consider that a no- go area as far as you're concerned.

- Is that clear? - Yes, Sarge.

Good.

Mr. Walker.

Yes?

I take it I'm right in thinking you're still

after Jane Thompson's cottage, am I?

Yes.

Well, I think you and me should have a chat.

It could be to both our advantage.

Very well. You'd better come in.

Wipe your feet.

You always said I shouldn't do this, didn't you, Charlie.

Like chopping off your roots, you said and...

well, you were right, there.

I wouldn't have thought she'd have done this to us , Charlie,

not our Jennie.

Morning.

Thank you.

You haven't seen her, have you?

Who?

- Tigsy. - Tigsy?

The kitten.

Oh I thought you palm her off on the Vicar's wife.

She called me yesterday, didn't she?

Decided she's not a cat person after all.

- Morning. - ALL: Morning sarge.

Is everything alright?

Oh yes, fine, sarge.

So when did you last see Tigsy then?

Well I locked her in the store for last night.

Some person let her out.

Oh, there's a bit in that paper that might be of interest to you.

Ventress!

Oh, no.

Hello.

What's happening? Where's Mrs. Thompson?

Oh, she's gone.

What... how do you mean? I'm her doctor.

I'm Raymond Walker.

I've bought the place.

Mrs. Thompson left several days ago.

Where is she now?

She does have a daughter, I believe.

Yeah?

- Mr. Bradshaw? - Yeah.

I'm Dr. Rowan, Jennie's GP.

Ah, the wife's not here at present, I'm afraid.

Actually, it's your mother-in-law I've come to see.

She is staying with you now, I take it?

No, she isn't, I'm afraid.

- She isn't? - No. She just refused, point blank.

So where is she staying then?

An old folks' home. High Lawns.

I must say, I was a bit surprised...

Yeah, well.

You didn't see as much of her as we did, did you, doctor?

- Hello, Jane. - Oh, hello.

How's it going?

Oh, it's all right, thank you.

- Lovely flowers. - They're from Mr. Greengrass.

Really?

He's not as black as he's painted, isn't old Claude.

Not like some as I could mention.

So what made you sell up, after all?

Bit of a turnaround, wasn't it?

I don't want to talk about it, thank you.

Hello.

Ooh. Hello, doctor.

Eric said you'd come round. How is she?

A bit down, I thought.

Well, if it's being here that's getting her down,

she's only got herself to blame.

What do you think made her change her mind about the cottage?

I sure have no idea, doctor. I'm just glad she did.

Least I can go to me bed at night,

knowing that she's somewhere where people are keeping an eye on her.

Well I um... I best get myself in there.

Find out what's gone wrong now.

- Bye, then. - Bye.

What would you do if I died?

I thought you already had.

No, seriously. What would you do?

Well, I'd be able to park my car in the garage.

And I'd re-decorate...

You won't get the chance.

P'raps it was the greenhouse that did it.

How do you mean?

For Jane Thompson. Having it vandalised like that.

Must have been the last straw.

Oh, I don't know. She was so committed to that place.

There must have been something more to it than that.

MUSIC: 'Sunny' by Bobby Hebb

♪ Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain

♪ Sunny, you smile at me and really ease the pain

♪ Oh, the dark days are done, The bright days are here

♪ My sunny one shines so sincere

♪ Sunny one so true, I love you

♪ Sunny, thank you for the truthful things you said

♪ Sunny, I wanna thank you for the facts from A to Z

♪ Cos my life was torn, Like wind-blown sand

♪ Then a rock formed when we held hands

♪ Sunny one so true, I love you

♪ Said I love you. ♪

KNOCK

Come in.

Sarge?

Having trouble with our nasal passages, are we, Rowan?

There's a funny smell in here, sarge.

Wanted something, did we?

There's a piece in the local rag.

Raymond Walker is building 50 bungalows on his land.

[indistinct]

That cottage can't occupy more than a quarter of an acre at the most.

Oh, maybe he needs it for access.

That doesn't mean he'd smashed down the greenhouse to get his hands on it.

Now just drop it!

KNOCK

Come in!

You asked me to bring the kitten in, sarge.

I asked you to get rid of it!

And this time I mean get rid of it!

What? Have her put down?

I couldn't do that, Sarge.

Very well, Ventress. Give the kitten to Rowan.

Hang on, Sarge. If he won't do it, I won't.

Very well Rowan, Ventress. Give the kitten to Bellamy.

If he won't do it, I won't.

Ventress, give the kitten to me.

Give the kitten to me!

And if anybody wants me, I'm at the vet's!

What's going on?

Maybe you can talk sense into the woman, constable.

She's locked herself in there. Silly old biddy.

Who, Mrs. Thompson?

Who else?

Look, I own this place, now.

I've got all this equipment standing idle.

Place ought to be down by now.

Can't you arrest her for trespassing?

Let me have a word with her.

You always said you could see right through that Eric, didn't you, Charlie.

You always said it was a mistake.

But would she listen to us? No.

Oh no.

That's always been her trouble, Charlie. She'd never listen.

KNOCK

Mrs. Thompson, are you in there?

Who wants to know?

It's me, PC Rowan. Are you all right?

Yes.

Well, will you let me in, please?

What do you want?

Just to talk to you, Mrs. Thompson.

All right, officer. I'll come quietly.

Thank you.

I never wanted to sell it in the first place.

So why agree to?

I didn't. It was Eric that agreed.

- Eric? - My son-in-law.

He said the last offer I had from Mr. Walker was too good to refuse.

And he said he was going to accept it whether I liked it or not.

But it's your cottage, Mrs. Thompson.

Well, yes and no.

And what does that mean?

Well, I signed the deeds over to them last year when I was poorly.

They thought I was going to die and it... well, it seemed to make sense.

And you didn't ask them to be signed back to you when you recovered?

Well I mentioned it, but he said he didn't see the point.

What, he refused to?

Well, no, the way he put it was, he said, why bother?

And after all, the cottage was going to come to them one day.

He'd no right to do that, Mrs. Thompson.

And selling this place over your head like that.

But if the deeds are in his name...

Signed over to him when you're in no condition to know what you were doing.

You know you could him to court.

No! I couldn't do that!

Charlie'd never forgive me for that!

Not to our Jennie.

Cauuse no matter what she's done,

she's only ever done what she thought was best for me.

Mr. Walker!

Yes?

Could you clarify something for me, please?

- What? - Do you actually own this property?

Well, practically.

Does that mean no?

I don't like your attitude, constable.

I don't officially own it, but I do have the owner's permission to demolish it.

- Meaning Eric Bradshaw's? - Of course.

But I'm afraid he's most certainly isn't the owner.

In fact, he may be facing an investigation

to see if criminal charges are called for.

Huh?

He told me he had the authority to get her out.

Oh, you'd better think again, Mr. Walker.

You remember I arranged to have Jane Thompson's calls intercepted?

Yes.

Well, I needn't have bothered, apparently.

They stopped after that.

So, what does that prove?

Well, it doesn't prove anything.

It thus perhaps, tells us something, though.

TV COMMENTARY

They've found her!

They rang, you see.

Said she'd gone out after breakfast and hadn't come back.

Is she all right?

- She's fine. - Oh, thank God!

No, it's all right, thanks.

So she's back in the home then, is she?

Her own home, yeah.

What, at the cottage?

Well, that is where I found her.

She can't stay there, can see? It's been sold.

She says she never wanted the cottage sold in the first place.

Yeah, well, it's a bit late to start talking like that, isn't it?

I thought you insisted, Mr. Bradshaw.

It was for her good. Anyway, what's it to you lot, anyway?

Well, for a start, there's the question of why

you wouldn't return the deeds to Mrs. Thompson when she asked for them.

Also these... these phone calls your mother's been getting, Mrs. Bradshaw.

Yes?

Well, she told you I was making arrangements

with the exchange to have them intercepted.

Yes.

And you presumably told your husband?

Of course.

Would your mother have mentioned it to anyone else, you think?

Doubtful, I should think. Stuck up there on her own.

So you two were probably the only ones that knew about it?

So?

So, don't you think it's rather odd that they suddenly stopped?

That whoever was persecuting her changed tactics

and decided to smashed up the greenhouse?

Just for the record, Mr. Bradshaw,

where were you the night that greenhouse was vandalised?

I was here with Jennifer.

All evening, that right, Jennifer?

Right.

You're quite sure about that, are you, Mrs. Bradshaw?

Yes, I'm quite sure.

What are you getting at?

Oh, I'm not getting at anything, Mr. Bradshaw.

I just wanted to be quite clear where you were, that's all.

And now we know, don't we?

Right. Ready, love?

S'all right. We'll see ourselves out. Thank you.

You weren't, were you, Eric?

What?

Here, that night.

You were down in the pub until after midnight.

Least that's where you said you were.

Love, just don't start, all right?

It was you... smashed her greenhouse, wasn't it?

Wasn't it, Eric?!

That means it was you who cut her telephone wires!

And them late-night calls, frightening the life out of her!

Look, it was for her own good.

Well, you said yourself she weren't fit to be left down there on her own.

I can't believe it!

Frightening phone calls to my mother?

You did it for the money, didn't you?

Or did you just do it for the fun of it?

I can't do anything right with you, can I?

...because I thought you wanted her out of the house

so we can make some money.

I hope you're proud of yourself! A defenceless old lady like her.

ARGUMENT CONTINUES

Welcome home, Charlie.

I'll have to get you a new frame.

Hello!

Hello, love!

- Hello, Mum! - Hello, love!

Come on, give me that bag.

You realise I hope, that I'm only staying until I've found somewhere of my own.

Of course, I understand that, dear.

And I want you to realise you don't have to do this, you know.

I shall never forgive myself if I thought

that I was the cause of you and Eric breaking up.

Mother, I probably should have left him years ago.

Well, I want you to feel free to stay as long or as little as you want to.

Only on one condition, mind.

What's that?

As of today, we finally let my father rest in peace, okay?

I'll put the kettle on.

Thank you, Charlie.

Greengrass is doing what?

He's suing Raymond Walker, sarge. Over that public right of way.

He says someone has to stand up for the community.

I don't believe it.

All right, Rowan.

KNOCK

Uh, message for you from the vet, sarge.

He says you left the inoculation certificates behind,

but you can collect them at any time.

Oh, right. Thank you, Ventress.

Come on, Heathcliff.

Yes!

Would you like a glass of milk?