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

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

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

Have they gone mad?

Yeah, they must have done.

They've finally found some decent music.

That's number one, Eileen.

It's two-way family favorites.

We don't expect to hear catawalling like that.

You're listening to Danny Black, DB, your DJ.

And this is Radio North.

Me too.

Wild thing, think I love you.

But I want to know for sure.

Come on, hold me tight.

I love you.

Wild thing, you make my heart sing.

You make everything... Wild thing.

You can't stop long, son.

Your brother's wedding now.

I mean, as soon as she comes out of hospital with the baby,

well, they're going to need your room.

Stop!

What?

Don't you go settling old scores, do you hear?

You're a bad lot, Joe Norman.

He was right to put you away.

Can I help you?

I want to see the copper.

Constable Rowan's not in.

Can I take a message?

He heard about his missus.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Shall I say who called?

Did you bell for it?

I don't know.

It's Joe.

All right.

All right, how you doing?

All right.

When did you get back?

Just now.

Come on.

Dough's been in Bostle.

He's not a bad lad.

He was put away for arson.

An old lady's caravan, and an assault on me.

But coming around like that the day he got back...

Well, he was never one to pay his respects.

Maybe it was more than that.

If he's trying to change his ways, perhaps he's looking for help.

Well, that's all we need.

Joe Norton back in circulation, and bandits on the radio.

Pirates, Sarge.

That's what they call themselves.

I don't care if they call themselves Captain Hook

and run around with parrots on their shoulders.

I want these wireless merchants sorted out.

Right, Sarge.

The citizens of Ashfordly have every right

to enjoy their Sunday afternoons without their eardrums being assaulted.

I've had complaints.

They broadcast from out at sea, don't they?

Do they?

Outside the three mile limit.

I didn't realize you were such an expert, Rowan.

Point being, they're outside territorial waters, so we can't touch them.

Oh, yes, we can.

Yes?

Right.

Right.

Rowan, walk this way.

Ah, Mr. Hawkins, will you come through, please?

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Hawkins here is from the GPO.

Investigations.

Investigations.

Not telephones.

Not telephones.

And Mr. Hawkins has been tracking these pirates,

and their signal does not come from out at sea.

It comes from dry land, which means they're committing an offense.

Wireless telegraphy act.

Which means we can and we will close them down, or rather you will, Rowan.

The signal is being transmitted from somewhere in here.

Now, Rowan, you will accompany Mr. Hawkins

while he finds the equipment responsible,

and then we can make arrangements to confiscate it.

Well, it's a heck of a large area, Sarge.

That's right.

Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Well, you best get going then.

And if you need any help, you can take

the dedicated follower of fashion with you.

There you see.

Keep him here.

It's on again.

The king of the discs, that's me, Jamie King.

Oh, no it's not.

Uncle George?

I've heard more tuneful air raids.

Go and collect some glasses.

Like that sort of music, do you?

Yeah.

When I get a chance to, eh?

You'd hear some in Whitby tomorrow night.

Would I?

Mm.

There's a disco in the town hall.

Yeah?

Hello.

Hello.

Sorry I'm late.

I've been on the call.

It's good to see you.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Bye.

Bye.

Ciao.

So how was the journey?

Who do you reckon that is, then?

She certainly seemed pleased to see him.

Husband turned up at last.

Keep on running.

Terrific, innit?

First decent bit of music we've had on the

tranny, and we've got to close them down.

I'm gonna be the one to make you understand.

Oh, yeah.

Got her.

I'm gonna be your man.

Turn that flaming noise off, Gina.

It must be handling your brain.

You what?

I gave you a 10-Bob note, right?

You've only given me three and sixpence change.

Sir?

What do you mean, sir?

A whiskey's three Bob.

Two threes are six.

Six from 10 is four Bob.

It's not three and sixpence.

It's the retail price index you seek, Lord.

What is?

That's to blame.

What for?

For me putting the prices up.

Penny on a pint, thrums on whiskey.

Thrums?

Hope you realize I'm nearly an old age pensioner,

and you already is one. - No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

And I'll tell you something else.

There's plenty more pubs in this area.

True.

Yeah, well, I might start using one of them.

But they put the price up in all, Claude.

Thieving swines.

Yeah.

I've got some homemade stuff at my place.

Have you?

Let's go and sip some of that.

Not putting your prices up, are you?

No, it's for notes.

Think I can afford that.

One fine day, I'm gonna be the one.

You understand?

To the left here.

Right.

No.

Wrong left.

Everyone just talking loud.

Make me feel so sad.

Everyone just laughing at me.

Make me feel so bad.

Nick's been meaning to do that for ages.

Something to do.

Still no job on the horizon?

Put me the application in for a parazo.

Paratrooper, eh?

Yeah.

It's a brilliant life.

You get to see the world.

I've got all the gear.

You do things.

And you make mates, real mates.

So what do you reckon your chances are?

Not good.

My fault, though, innit?

Sounds like you've been doing some thinking while you were away.

All them things.

You know, with a caravan and with a copper.

I don't know why.

It's just a foreground, eh?

Well, they always put us together, don't leave me in trouble.

And after a bit, you think, all right.

Folk are never going to like me, but at least they'll take notice of me.

I'd better go.

Joe?

Thanks.

All right?

All right.

What you doing in there?

I was checking tabs on you or something.

Yeah, of course.

I'm the barstool boy, aren't I?

If we get it right, we can market it.

Might be a few, Bob, innit?

About time somebody taught that George a lesson.

Where we going?

Down the cellar.

Oh.

I've lost them.

What's up?

They've stopped transmitting.

We must be right on top of them.

I think we were.

Keep on running.

Keep on hiding.

One fine day, I'm going to be the one to make you understand.

Oh, yeah, I'm going to be your man.

Yeah.

Try this.

It's one of my favorites.

What is it?

Rhubarb.

Rhubarb?

Mm.

I think I prefer it dipped in sugar.

Well, you said you wanted something that was quick to make.

This is it, is it?

Aye.

You can drink this in four months.

Four months?

I'm thinking more in terms of four hours.

You can't make wine in four hours, Claude.

I know.

But you can make whiskey.

But that's illegal.

Is it?

Oh, well, we won't have to do it then, will we?

You talk to him on his own, then watch him with his mates.

I think Joe's at a crossroads, Nick.

Right now, it's either back to the bad

old ways or make something of himself.

Come on, Katie.

If folk will let him.

Yeah, I'll pop round and have a word.

Katie?

Heard about the other new arrival, by the way?

Hm?

Maggie's friend.

George says the elusive Mr. Bolton's finally come home.

You don't have to say love me, just be close to me.

Hi, I'm DB, your DJ.

Resting the waves with all your raves and faves.

Radio North, the best sounds around.

When I say I'm... No, it's only

an offense to broadcast, not to listen in.

I do have to get on anyway.

Will you, Dave?

Oh, I'll run off my feet.

Well, especially with guests to look after.

Yes.

Joe, I was coming to see you.

I've been reporting to me probation.

Yeah, I know.

You've been to the police house a couple of times.

The garden's looking better for it.

I'm sorry.

What for?

About your missus.

All that time when I was mucking about wrecking your garden.

She was dying, weren't she?

Yeah, we didn't know that then.

I've got to go.

You know this is illegal, don't you?

I'm worried I'll get on with it with beer all night.

Have you smelled this?

Smelt it.

I want to pour it down my throat, not show it up my nose.

OK, there's only him in the shop.

And he's half blind.

So we get him talking, yeah?

I'll knock something off the shelf other side of the shop.

And while he's sorting it out, Joe slips his hand in the tilt.

And we've got our booze money for tonight.

Sounds all right to me.

Joe?

What's up?

Now.

Right then, off you go.

No.

What do you mean?

Life's too short, isn't it?

Joe?

Well, it's got to be better than staying in here all night.

Yeah, well, I'm supposed to be meeting Nick.

So we'll take him with us.

I bet he hasn't been out proper for ages.

Evening.

Might do him some good, you mean.

What's that?

Going to a disco tonight in Whitby.

Maggie's husband's been telling me about it.

Maggie's husband?

He reckons it's going to be great.

So?

Yeah, all right.

Great.

Great.

You doing requests?

Of course.

Let us in.

He's not that big, you know.

So how about it?

Persuade him we're all 18.

Not for another year, your honour.

At least.

I thought you said he'd soon liven things up.

He will.

I don't reckon he's been in Borstal.

Course he has.

He's gone soft then.

You what?

Leave it out, eh?

He's got to lie low for a bit, that's all.

Doesn't have to stop us having a good time, though, does it?

What's that?

Got him off a bloke last time I was here.

You swallow it?

Yeah.

He reckons it's like drinking 16 rum and peps in one go.

Yeah?

Let's have some.

You're not playing, Borstal boy.

Go on, then.

I told you you'd enjoy it.

You told Gina from the pub, too.

Want a drink?

Yeah.

Come on, Phil.

I'll get the drinks.

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

I like it best.

Ryan Poole and the Tremolos there.

I'm Danny Black, DB, your DJ.

And we are going to rock tonight with the Kinks.

I've heard you before, haven't I?

Radio North.

You been listening in?

Haven't had much choice.

Yeah, we did have a few problems with the test transmission,

but we've got our own frequency now.

Yeah?

Yeah, we start the proper show tomorrow.

I'm Danny, by the way.

Nick.

I'm the local copper.

What?

You're so...

Let's go.

Let's go.

Well, you've certainly set the village tongues wagging.

Oh?

I gather Danny's your husband.

Oh, look, Nick, I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

Oh, no, it's no one else's business.

Danny's my brother.

Well, you should have said something.

I just thought the pirate radio connection

might make things awkward for you.

Now, what he's doing isn't exactly illegal.

But that's not how Sergeant Blaketon would see it.

So what frequency will you be using then?

Well, so I can listen in.

He seems OK.

The local copper.

Yeah.

Hey, look out.

Oh, I'm... I'm glad it's you.

Can you help us?

I'm in trouble.

Right.

Thank you.

Oh, there must have been a bad batch here as well.

It certainly smells bad enough.

Yeah.

He did draw off the first lot before he started sampling it.

What do you mean?

To avoid alcoholic poisoning.

Poison?

Don't worry, he'll survive.

Stand up.

Fit equipment.

Ready.

Ready.

Station.

Go.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

I mean, well, why did he do it?

I know the young lad had his problems, but to kill himself?

No.

Yeah, well, it could have been drugs with it.

What?

Yeah, he had it out with some of his mates.

They'd all taken something.

What, something that made a young lad kill himself?

Nobody's that daft.

Well, what was it?

We were waiting for forensics to tell us.

Are you sure you're up to this?

I keep remembering him as a wee bit.

He was always laughing, afraid of nothing.

Yeah.

It's 10 o'clock on Radio North.

And it's a wonderful day.

Ah, Rowan, I've just had my forensic report from Weatherby.

Now, when you were at the Met, did you ever come across

lysergic acid diphtheromide, otherwise known as LSD?

Yeah, I heard of it, sir.

I was not seeing it, though.

Is that what young Joe was taking, then?

Well, apparently, it brings on

hallucinations and distortions of perception.

Come again?

Something like your normal state of mind, of interest.

So what did the girl have to say?

She can't identify her supplier.

You do surprise me.

Any description?

It were a dark, smoky club.

They'd all had a skimful.

Now, listen.

This is the second drugs-related death this year.

And there's even worse stuff doing the rounds this time.

So just make sure you have better success for those two lads.

Silence is golden, golden.

My heart's not asleep.

But my eyes still see.

I thought that you'd listen to my reasonings.

Be careful.

Be careful.

You great-ho.

Leave it.

Yeah, you heard the man, Dumbo.

Don't push it, Jimmy.

Before you men even think about damaging the talent, Captain,

remember there's a port over there full

of sailors looking for nice, easy work.

You've, uh, not met Danny, have you?

Hi.

Who's that, Skit?

The man that pays your wages, one of them.

Hans.

German?

Dutch.

And the only thing coming between your friend, Jamie, and a swimming lesson.

So Joe was out of his mind on LSD?

No.

You're out of your mind, mister.

That stuff's the magic.

You won't understand.

Try us.

I could see these amazing colours going on forever.

And I couldn't stop laughing.

What about the headache?

It was worth it.

I could do anything.

I could even fly.

Like Joe?

You all right, Dave?

They left me.

I could hear them laughing.

They didn't see the spiders.

They were coming at me, and I couldn't move.

I just sat there and screamed.

All this from chewing blotting paper.

Why can't you just drink ale?

Get a sore head and sleep it off in the morning.

Because that's for your generation.

You're just jealous because you're too old to live.

My mother who said, I hope I die before I get old.

Yeah, well, you take any more of that

stuff, and your wish might just be granted.

Well, are you coming or not?

I've got it all set up.

I don't know what you're worrying about.

I mean, we know what went wrong, don't we?

It'll be a doddle this time.

Well, you can please yourself, but if I

do it on my own, it's all mine, you know.

Oh, all right, then.

Go on.

I shall think so and all.

Hey, about time we got some new sounds.

Sorry, man, these are for Burton.

Hans wants me to take them into the disco, I'm sure.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

So leave them to me, boy.

What Hans says goes, OK?

The Hollies there, riding along on a carousel,

which has got to be more fun than riding

along seasick on the good ship Radio North.

Joe really did want to make something himself, you know.

You'd really taken to him, hadn't you?

There's good in everyone, Maggie.

Do you know what happened yet?

Yeah, he'd taken LSD.

It's this new drug supposed to send you a bit crazy.

His mate thought he could do anything, even fly.

Is that what made him do it?

It's lethal stuff, then, isn't it?

Talking of which, Nick, word to the wives about Greengrass' latest tipple.

You sure you've done it properly this time?

Yeah, I threw the first sod away, just like the nurse said.

Right, then.

Well, bottoms up.

Oh, come on, get it down.

You were going to check it if we're going to sell it.

What's wrong with it?

Note.

You mean it's all right?

Yeah.

It's wonderful.

It's nectar.

Oh.

How does Hans finance all this?

Usual, I suppose.

Kickback from the record companies?

Must be.

Only we can play what we want.

So?

So I've worked three of these ships.

Usually it's only the bands that cough up who get played.

Look, Hans doesn't interfere.

A word of advice, Danny.

Don't stick your nose in where it doesn't belong.

Well, we've got trouble.

What's up?

Ronan's coming.

Oh, I knew it.

I knew we shouldn't have done it.

I'm too old to go to jail.

Stop worrying.

He won't think of looking in the chicken shed.

But the bell jars and the kitchen.

Go and get rid of it.

How?

Submit if you have to.

What, all of it?

Go on, get cracking.

I'll keep him talking.

How then, Constable?

Is this a social call?

Why, are you going to offer me a drink?

What would you like?

Tea, coffee, arsenic?

You'd do better than that, can't you?

Can I come in?

Well, have you got a warrant?

Do I need one?

Well, it all depends on what you're after.

Look, Claude, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.

Are you making whiskey?

Whiskey?

Don't tell Dad.

Course I'm not.

Now, let me give you a friendly warning.

Stop it.

How can I stop it?

We haven't even started it.

Next time, I might not be so friendly.

Where are you going?

Hey, don't forget to wipe your feet.

You don't have technical liberties, Ronan.

Right, have you seen enough, have you?

Here you are.

What did I tell you?

There's a nasty smell in here.

You must know it's Alfred.

He's... he's... he's had the trots.

There is no whiskey!

Another sound of it.

Thanks, mate.

Hey, did you hear about this kid who jumped off the church and with me?

Yeah.

Sabine dropping acid.

Is that right?

I'd like to do a warning at the end of the

show tonight, telling them to keep off it.

The kids listen to us.

Look, if you want to send messages, become a postman.

What do you think would happen if all the kids out there did what he did?

We wouldn't have an audience.

That's not funny.

Have you been touching these?

I warned you.

And I heard you.

In case you hadn't noticed, we're on a ship.

Things move about.

Look, you start making too big a thing

about do-gooding, we're a business, OK?

I told you to get rid of it, not wash the carsie out with it.

It just slipped out of me hand.

There must have been three bottles in there.

I couldn't help it, Claude.

Well, we can't risk making any more.

Not with Ronan sniffing about all over the place.

Well, we'd best make sure.

Next one's a corker then, hadn't we?

You have.

I've been doing some reading up.

It seems every time you pass it through

it still, it gets stronger and stronger.

I didn't expect you back till the weekend.

About the drugs, Boyle?

I heard the anti-drugs message you put out.

Hope it does some good.

That copper friend of yours, I need to talk to him.

OK.

See you later.

I've worked on three of these pirate ships, Nick.

This one's different.

In some ways, it's just the same.

Long hours, lousy food, seasickness.

But there's something going on.

Look, bands get ripped off lots of ways in this business.

Dodgy managers, dodgy promoters, and sometimes

dodgy record pressers knocking out copies of their discs.

Bootlegs.

That's what I reckon's going on.

Buy one proper record, make 1,000 copies, and keep all the profits.

They kept warning me off playing some of these records.

It would certainly explain how that Hans character's been financing things.

Who's that?

He's one of the backers.

Yeah, I've been wondering about that for a while.

Danny, don't do this to me.

I can't help it.

Yeah, and I can't do six shifts all on my tod.

Look, I'm sorry your old woman's sick, OK?

You don't need to do six shifts on your tod.

I've got a mate with me visiting.

He's just finished doing a stint down the Astoria Finchley Road

and he can cover till I get back.

Good, is he?

Are you kidding?

He's one of the best.

Well, it's the same, all right.

Yeah, from the way this Jamie's been

behaving, he could be part of the chain.

It's got to be worth a look, Sarge.

Well, that's the next problem, Rowan.

As you said yourself, that ship is outside the three-mile limit,

which means we can't get on board.

Well, not officially, Sarge, no.

Nick, there's a bloke outside in a pink tie.

He says he wants to see you.

Well, Nick, you fell for it.

You are now Radio North's number one rock jock.

Rock jock?

That's right, Radio North, for the Platters That Matter,

the latest biggie from the kinks.

Well, that was, er... Rubbish?

Yeah, close enough.

That'd be all right.

Well, unless you want to swim three miles in the North Sea.

It's not exactly a natural, is he?

Let's try it again.

It's a relief.

A new intro.

Like what?

Movers and Groovers.

Movers and Groovers?

Oh, come on, if you can manage the Platters That Matter,

you can manage Movers and Groovers.

Right, er, jingle?

Yeah.

Radio North, the best sounds around.

Hey, what's the matter?

Don't you fancy the Aidensfield Bobby getting bitten by the pop music bug?

I don't fancy the Aidensfield Bobby going out on that boat.

Here's a traffic report.

Across the way.

Ha ha! Buy that man a drink.

What's all this about a whisky still up at Greengrass' place?

Oh, er, Nick checked it out.

He didn't find anything incriminating, though.

Nothing incriminating?

I've just seen Greengrass staggering all over the village green

and isn't even opening time yet.

Well, he said he won't clawed off.

But all his mates are going up there now, too.

Which means my takings are down.

So I want him stopped.

We best pay Greengrass another little visit, Bellamy.

Ready then, Sarge.

Who do you think you are, Rowan?

Roy Orbison?

Ha ha!

I'm just off to Whitby, Sarge.

Any last minute instructions?

Right then, we'll need a code.

You mean like they did in the war?

The pigs are flying over the fallen oak tree?

I could play a request for the Ashfordly Pigs.

Something a bit more subtle might do the trick.

Yeah, right, well, I'll play a certain record to alert you

with cryptic clues in the dedications.

Right, Ventress, you're the crossword fanatic.

Sounds like a job for you.

Cryptic.

Right.

Nicky?

Yeah.

Jamie, you're a lifesaver.

Pleased to meet you.

You'd better be good.

Are you going to show me the ropes?

Sure.

Come on, better get back to the station of the nation.

I knew those bandits would be trouble.

Pirates, Sarge.

Sarge, the pigeon fancies are cancelled to do at the Aidensfield Arms.

And that's a crime?

They go into Greengrasses instead.

Well, it looks like being a long steak, Bellamy.

You weren't doing anything tonight, were you?

No, Sarge.

Good.

Looking for something?

Yeah, yeah, found it.

This place is going down a storm in the London clubs.

How about giving it a spin up here?

Right now, if you want.

You're on air in two minutes.

This is J.K., the Pirate King.

Stay tuned for a new boy, Nicky Stewart.

♪ Goodbye, that's a shame ♪

♪ Baby, there's no truth left ♪

Do you have to listen to that rubbish?

Work, Sarge.

Just monitoring the output.

We've two hours of the latest sounds ahead, but first it's dedication time.

Hey, it's Nick.

He sounds good, doesn't he, Sarge?

No comment.

Yeah, so from me and Nicky Stewart, not so much a rocking DJ as one who goes

with the tide, I'd like to say a big hello to Phil.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

And a hello to Alf.

And a big hello to Uncle Oscar.

And this one is especially for Claude Greengrass, the Scaffold.

You're doing a great job, Nicky.

I'm around until eight.

Are you going ashore?

Yeah, for dates that can't be broken.

You're going every port, then?

You know how it is.

Yeah, yeah, fighting them off, me.

Shouldn't we have brought customs and excise on this, Sarge?

Under normal circumstances, Bellamy.

But we've luckily just stumbled on this still, haven't we?

Huh?

Twenty years I've waited for this.

One thousand pounds.

What?

Well, that's the fine for running an illegal still.

But Greengrass hasn't got a thousand pounds.

Or a spell in the Nick if the offender can't pay.

Hey, up, here he comes.

I've got you, Greengrass.

You're listening to Radio North.

The time is eight o'clock.

But, oh, did I really say that? Sorry, I meant to say it's only seven o'

clock out there in wonderful Whitby.

But offshore we're having such a great time, it's easy to lose track.

Especially when we're playing such fab music.

Eight o'clock. Whitby.

I'd start eating carrots if I were you, Greengrass.

You're going to need to see me in the dark for a very long time.

What are you on about?

A car-starring case against you does

not go up in smoke because of an accident.

You must be puddled, you.

It happens to be my livelihood.

I'm not likely to set fire to it myself, am I?

Move it, Bellamy.

Otherwise you'll have to arrest me for assault.

Who you going to hit, Sarge?

I haven't decided yet.

Control to Delta Alpha Two Zero.

Yes, Ventress.

We're on, Sarge. Eight o'clock, Whitby.

Right, out.

Greengrass, I'll be back.

I'll be out.

Okay.

Jamie tells me you've been working the discos in London.

Yeah, until last week.

All right.

Jamie?

Sorry, I forgot. I'm supposed to have a date with a girl in Whitby.

That's bad luck, my friend.

Hey, play her request.

Could you take her a message?

You'll be late.

Plenty more fish in the sea, I think.

Bye, Nick.

Clear as day, Sarge. Eight o'clock, Whitby.

Right after the code record. Just as we arranged.

Excellent.

Everything okay up at Greengrass's place?

Shut up, Ventress.

Right.

We'll just wait till our DJ clears customs and then follow him.

Pick up the next link in the chain. You got your civvies with you?

In the car, Sarge.

I'm putting my trust in you, Bellamy,

'cause the thought of you being in the car is a real shame.

I'm putting my trust in you, Bellamy,

'cause the thought of Ventress in a pair of hipsters

dancing the night away in a disco... fills me with horror.

How are you doing?

Fine, thanks.

Yeah, well, I wanted Jamie to take a message to Shaw for me.

I'm supposed to be meeting a girl in Whitby.

Too bad he hasn't gone to Whitby.

Well, where else would he be going with a box of records?

Maybe it would be better if you didn't either.

I'm only being curious, if I'm missing out on some nightlife somewhere.

Robin Hood's Bay. That's where the tender's gone.

It's not where I'd go looking for nightlife.

OK, we, er... We've got a slight change of plan here.

I was going to play Sitting On The Dock Of

The Bay, but it seems to have gone missing,

so instead we've got five more records taking us down to the news.

And the first one is... Go Now.

Chip's out.

That was it.

Pickled onion.

That was the code for a change of plan.

I know.

Well, have you worked it out yet?

Shut up. I'm thinking.

♪ You want to be with me ♪ But if you've got to go... ♪

♪ It's all right ♪ But if you've got to go... ♪

He said five records going down to the news.

Well, that means that Jamie's headed for five miles south of Whitby.

Well, that'll be, er... Robin Hood's Bay.

There's nowhere else.

Right, Ventress, let's go.

Follow me.

♪ Ain't got any respect ♪ But if you've got to go... ♪

♪ It's all right ♪ But if you've got to go ♪ Go now

♪ Or else you've got to stay all night... ♪

Jamie, turn back! The police are on to you!

You're out of your depth, Nicky.

You heard the man, moron!

Back to the ship and now!

♪ ...what time it is ♪ Tell me what time it is ♪ But if you've got to go

♪ Well, it's all right... ♪

He's been rumbled. We'll have to go back.

♪ Go now ♪ Or else you've got to stay all night... ♪.

Hans!

I'm afraid he can't help you, Jamie.

So, you're the fuzz, then?

Don't do anything silly, all right?

Nothing you can do about it, Nick.

We're outside the Three Miles box.

I've had a word with the skipper.

We're inside it now.

♪ Well, it's all right ♪ But if you've got to go ♪ Go now

♪ Or else you've got to stay all night... ♪

Right.

And this is Radio North, closing down.

Well, I was wanting to be a DJ.

It's the two dealers, Sarge, and a box full of LSD.

You were supposed to call the Coast Guard.

That's what we agreed.

Was it?

So they could tow you in.

Thanks to you, Rowan, we've lost that blasted radio ship.

Sorry, Sarge. In all the excitement, I forgot that bit.

Bittersweet, Rowan. Bittersweet.

We did gather drug dealers, though, Sarge.

And Greengrass won't be making any more of his illegal hooch.

Shut up, Ventress.

Yes, Sarge.

Hello, Ted.

They've got them.

The men who supplied the drugs?

Yeah, the police phoned last night.

I know it won't bring Joe back, but at least

the men who killed him are behind bars.

This came from him this morning.

From the Paras?

Maybe he would have turned out all right after all, eh?

You sure you don't fancy coming back, Nick?

You're starting to sound quite good out there.

No, I think my days as a rock jocker are over, thanks.

Your days might be numbered. I hear they're changing the law.

Yeah, well, if I can get a bit more experience

while we're looking for new backers,

I'll pull the tape together. Might even send it to the BBC.

I can just see you as the next Jack DiMaggio.

Thanks a bunch, sis.

Bye. Bye.

Thanks.

Look after her, Nick.

I'll try. She doesn't make it very easy.

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

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