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

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

You wanna take a seat? I'll bring him
over.

Okay, boys?

Oi, it's Gino.

No, no, no.

Dino.

This coffee?

What about it?

Needs more sugar.

Hey, knock it off!

Is he talking to me?

Now, there's a suspicious -looking
character if ever I saw one.

What do you reckon?

A lawyer's room with intent?

Definitely worth pulling in, I'd say.

What's your game?

Oh, it's you, is it?

What are you up to?

Well, if you must know, I'm waiting for
Mrs Ventress.

Rob you in for a bit of shopping, I
shall.

If only that was all.

Still, I can't talk forever.

You two gents will excuse me.

Do you get the impression he couldn't
get away from us quick enough?

Yeah.

He must be up to something.

I bet you're going to find out what.

See you later, Nick.

Don't have to report to control.

They seek him here.

They seek him there.

His clothes are loud.

But never well.

It will make or break him. So he's got
to buy the bed. Because he's a dedicated

follower of Bachel.

And when he does his little round.

Round the boutique of London town.

Eagerly pursuing all the latest fashion
trends. But she's a dedicated

follower of fashion.

Mr Ward, I presume.

Reggie Rawlins.

And this will be the lovely Gina, will
it?

Should we know you?

No, I wouldn't have thought so. But I
make a point of doing my homework on all

potential customers.

Customers? Let me ask you a question,
George.

I can call you George, can't I?

What is it, eh, that pulls the punters
into pubs these days?

The beer.

Music, George.

The food of love.

I've been telling them that for ages.

What, you mean groups? That sort of
thing? We can't afford out like that.

longer have to, thanks to the white heat
of modern technology.

And up to the minute, state of the art,
jukebox.

That's what you have a burning need of
in here, folks.

You can say that again.

Gets more like a chapel of death by the
minute in this place.

You're flogging these, are you? Not
flogging, George.

Leasing. And at rates that are laughably
low. In fact, I'll be honest with you,

I sometimes wonder how I make it pay at
all.

Can you describe it?

Well, big, you know.

And like I said, bikers, obviously.

Was there an argument?

No. They just say something about the
coffee and then...

Why do people do such things, huh?

Just imagine... ..having one over there
in that corner, George.

Aye, and just imagine state my head will
be in with pop music blaring out all

day. Not all day.

Only when people put money in. 50 % of
which will be coming to you, of course,

George. 50 %?

Plus the fact that once word gets round,
you'll have every youngster in

Aidensfield here.

And they're the ones with the money to
spend.

And it'll help with the bigger rent.

I'm telling you, George, having a
jukebox in your pub these days is like

a licence to print money.

It's a bit early in the day for this
kind of nonsense, isn't it, Rowan? Well,

that depends if you're looking for
trucking stars, but these two obviously

Did he manage to get the number of the
bikes they were riding?

No. Oh, terrific.

Sarge? What? An Inspector Hackett called
to see you.

Les Hackett?

What did he want?

Says he'll call back.

Right.

Who's Inspector Hackett?

Better known as Hacker Hackett. The one
the Chief Constable calls when he wants

some dirty work doing.

All ready.

I thought I recognised that voice.

Claude! I thought you were dead.

You old reprobate. Just a rumour I put
about the people I owe money.

Make it as usual, please, Gina. Make it
a big one.

I tell you, you're in this jukebox game
now, are you? Music is the growth

industry now, Claude. This is the
swinging 60s, right?

Right,

cheers. All the very best to you, me old
mate.

Ah, that's smashing, George, smashing.

It'll be here and installed before the
day's out. Right.

I

suppose

you'd like to get your boxes in all the
pubs in the area, wouldn't you?

Yeah, that's the idea.

I might be able to be of help.

Well, that's very kind of you, Claude,
but you don't strike me as the sort who

knows much about the pop scene, to be
honest.

No. More love about pubs.

Well, that too, of course. And I will
need a Johnny on the spot.

You'll have to throw in transport as
well.

Got that.

We can use the lorry. Right.

What about storage space?

Got that.

Use the cottage. Right.

But I shall need some wages. You got
them?

It's a long time since you and me were
on patrol together, Oscar.

More years than I care to remember, Liz.

Do you ever think about what comes next?

Well, I think maybe I've left it a bit
too late for a promotion.

Promotion?

I was thinking more in terms of
retirement.

Well, I must admit, it's not something
I've thought about yet.

But you should.

I mean, you do reach a point, don't you,
when you're just going through the

motions.

You find that, do you, Les? Well, don't
we all?

If we're being completely honest with
ourselves.

And it just isn't good enough, Oscar.

Not for you, not for the service.

In fact, it is the first indication that
you need to start seriously considering

your future.

I see.

Room must be made, Oscar, for these
young Turks.

Snapping at our ageing heels.

Yes, I suppose so. Trouble is, we never
think anybody's taking any notice, you

see. Only the trouble is, somebody up
there always is.

So is it better to jump or be pushed?

Come on, Alf. Put us out of our misery.

Out of what?

The topper and tails job this morning.

Well, if you must know, our Gail's
getting married on the weekend.

Oh, I thought she was in Cardiff being a
nurse or something. She is, but she's

back with an engagement ring on her
finger.

Hey, she's not, er... Is she?

Certainly not.

So what's the problem, then?

Well, you're not paying for it all, are
you?

Oh, I see.

Ah, going to be a knife -and -fork job,
then. Well, it was going to be a quiet

family affair.

Then Mrs Ventress found out the lad had
got a hyphen in his name.

Now she wants me to get a tent.

A tent.

Oh, marquee.

Oh, it can't be easy, Nick, being a
father and a born skinflint.

See you again, then, I'll go.

Right -o.

Soon, I hope.

Well?

Short of calls to make, are we?

Complaints to follow up?

And is there such a deathly ush come
over Aidensfield that you feel the need

come over here for company, Rowan? Just
leaving, sir.

What kind of an impression do you think
we gave Inspector Hackett?

When are you lot going to start pulling
your fingers out?

Evening. Hi, Ines.

Hello, Nick.

What's going on?

Oh, it's what's called dragging George
kicking and screaming into the 20th

century. According to Gina.

Ta. Thanks.

Hello.

Hello, Nick.

I didn't expect to see you here.

How are you?

I'm all right. You?

Yeah, you're fine.

Good.

Shall we go and sit down, then?

Yeah. All right?

You first.

Pint of Bethany?

Just a half, please, Gina. I'm probably
not stopping.

Right then, what's your fancy, ladies
and gentlemen?

The Stone, Jefferson Airplane, Procol
Harum.

Have you got a Jimmy Shand record?

If he hasn't, he puts it on the army to
deal with.

Put the swinging blue jeans on, please,
Reggie. OK, one swinging blue jeans

number coming right up.

Marcus!

You've got to get your hands in your
pockets. You don't have to wait for the

song to finish before you can hook
another one. Well, perhaps you could

off cold.

You'll be OK. What are you doing? Come
here, John. I'll pull it in.

Come on. Come on, Nick.

Let's show them how it's done, eh?

Sorry, Gina, I have to go. Have a time.

I can't believe it's all over with you
two.

Well, it is.

It seems so right together.

What went wrong?

I don't know.

We arranged to go away together.

Then at the last minute, Nick backs out.

Why? He said he was needed at the
station.

You really can't blame him for having to
work long hours.

It goes with the territory, doesn't it?
I know that.

But it wasn't just about work.

I think he was using it as an excuse.

An excuse for what?

To get out of it. He doesn't want to
commit himself.

Are you sure you're not overreacting?

He was so happy with Kate. It's hardly
surprising that he's having second

thoughts about getting too involved
again.

Give it time.

If he's having serious doubts, I'd
rather get out now.

You're scared of getting hurt?

It's happened before.

You're back soon?

I thought I'd have an early night.

No good company in the pub, then?

Yeah, well, Maggie was there with Joe.

Girls' night out, apparently.

Nick.

If you want to tell me to mind my own
business, feel free to.

But have you and Joe split up?

Yeah, looks like it.

Well, I suppose if you're not right for
each other, it's better to find out

sooner rather than later, but...

Why? Well, I think she's suddenly
realised we're going out with the police

they're involved.

Right,

got the keys?

Yes.

In that case, I'm going to see if I can
get another machine.

Right.

Hey, just drive carefully. This is a
very valuable antique.

Bit like you, eh, Claude?

Lord, if you're late, I'm afraid.

I've come for a drink. I've come to
empty the jukebox.

You've come to empty it?

Yeah. Come on, you've been previous.

I mean, there can't be more than two
quid in there yet.

Two quid?

Well, it hasn't been in 24 hours.

I'd better check it anyway.

As long as you remember that 50 % of
what you find is mine.

Only 50 %?

If I had my way, I'd give you half.

Why, though?

Why what?

Well, why do I have to pay for
everything? Just because I'm the father

bride.

It's what's called tradition, Alf.

Have you any idea how much it's cost me
to rent that tent?

And I had to pay them in advance.

Put another record on, Alf. That one's
worn through to the B -side.

But it's unfair, isn't it?

I mean, his family could buy and sell
me.

Well, it could be worse, you know, Alf.

If this was the Middle Ages, you'd have
to come up with four cows and a goat

just to get him to take her off your
hands.

Look at the state of them.

Why did I ever talk you into getting
that stupid jukebox?

Did you get a look at their faces,
George?

Not really. It happened all too quick.

You'll see a doctor straight away and
they'll give you a shock.

Well, we'll talk later, George. All
right.

Come on, George.

I'll drive you round there myself.

I'll come with you.

Don't believe me.

After a third of my life, you're gone.

You mean the sixth.

Who's done it?

Well, I was hoping one of you could tell
me that.

Well, how should we know?

Have you received any threats?

No.

Did you supply Jukebox to Dino's diner?
I never even had a Dino's diner.

Well, if you can think of anyone who
might have it in for you, then let me

I certainly will.

Are you sure you don't know who's done
it? I'm having a blind idea.

I wish I had. I wouldn't mind a word
with him myself.

I had a claim on the insurance.

And which insurance would that be, then?

Don't tell me you're not insured.

That jukebox in there hasn't been paid
for yet.

None of them have.

It has to be the same two blokes, Sarge.
Too much of a coincidence not to be.

But why should they take it into their
heads to smash up two completely

unconnected sets of premises?

Well, they had the jukeboxes in common.

Oh, you think they were the targets, do
you?

Well, they took the biggest hammering in
both cases, Sarge.

Well, don't you stand there. Find out.

We're not paid to speculate.

Inspector Ackick wants results.

Right, Sarge.

About tonight's release, Sarge, can I
swap with Bellamy?

Well, if it's all right with him.

Thanks, Sarge. Ventress.

Special occasion, is it?

Oh, it's a dag party for my future son
-in -law.

Oh, well, I trust you'll warn him. If he
isn't careful, he could end up at the

end of it, trouser -less, on the night
train to Glasgow, with a severe case of

alcoholic poisoning. That's one of the
reasons I'm going, Sarge, to make sure

that none of those shenanigans are going
on.

Mrs Ventress insisted on it.

A very wise woman, Mrs Ventress,
obviously.

Yes, Sarge.

So we can definitely put you down for
one, then, Bertha?

As long as it's clearly understood that
if my regulars don't check to it, you'll

check it out again.

If we did for a couple of weeks, it'd be
like the Warren in here.

The what?

The Warren.

You know, that place in Liverpool where
all the pop groups go.

Oh, that.

Now, if you'd just sign here on the
dotted line, please, love.

Fancy you knowing about the Warren.

I'm not just a pretty face.

Obviously not, Claude.

Obviously not.

Well, that was quick.

You like it, eh?

Yeah, yeah.

A big improvement on the last one, eh?

Well, I only saw the wreckage.

Is that the name of the supplier, L .E
.W.? Live Entertainment of Whitby.

Very good people.

Well, they must have been a bit upset
about the last one.

Well, not really.

They didn't supply it.

So what happened to the other people?

They went bust.

I mean, when I tell them what's up, they
don't even bother to come round.

Have you still got an address for them?

Yeah, sure.

So what you have to ask yourself is
this, Derek.

Is it worth poisoning yourself with all
the most important day of your life?

Now, be careful, Mr Ventress.

Hey, that's handsome, that.

So when they try and force it on you,
just say no.

Wool of back and tongue of dog.

It should be right.

I promised Gail I'd look after you
tonight, son.

Here we are then.

Cheers, Mr Ventress. Oh, thank you very
much.

Cheers, son.

Cheers.

I understand you're trying to do
something for Dino's diner.

Yep, that's right.

You know it was my father couple of days
ago.

Yeah.

Dino told me about it.

He didn't make a fuss?

Well, what's the point?

I'm out of the jukebox game now.

Well out of it.

You found there's a better living in
this sort of thing, eh?

No. I just found that I couldn't compete
with the big boys.

And who would the big boys be?

Well, there's only one big boy in this
neck of the woods, Constable.

Is that a firm called L .E .W.? That's
the one.

It reminds me, talking of accommodation,

there won't be a spare bed in your
place, will there, for a few days, like?

Only it seems silly wasting money on bed
and breakfast bills.

My place is a bit untidy at the moment.
I've lost my housekeeper, but if you

don't mind a bit of mess, you can sleep
on the sofa.

Could you ever come to some sort of
financial aid?

You're a hard man, Claude.

Listen, I must back down the Edensfield
Arms now, see if I can unload that last

jukebox on George. Are you coming or
what?

No. I'll stop here, keep my eye on
things.

I mean, we don't want any more trouble,
do we? I'll see you back at the ranch

then. All right.

Now then, young man, what's the change?

There we are, Mr Ventress.

Oh, thank you very much.

Yeah, all right. Cheers for that,
Charlie.

Yeah, I'll see you soon. Thanks. Bye.

What, you ringing Whitby for?

I was just wondering if they know
anything about this jukebox firm, LEW.

And? Do they?

Yeah, it seems they're the only supplier
in the area now.

But we haven't had any reports of their
machines being vandalised. Funny, that.

Blame it, eh?

No need to ask what sort of time he had.

Come on, now.

Come on.

Oh! Oh,

so the young swine makes me a bottle.

A bottle or a barrel?

Let's get him on.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

I can't go home.

Mrs Ventress will kill me.

He can't sleep here. What a tolerant
woman.

Never has been her strong point.

I know where we can put him.

No thanks, Reggie, not after today's
experience.

But the black dog is back.

They're fighting to put money into the
one I've just installed over there.

You can't blame them, Reggie, for not
wanting another one.

Look, you mustn't let what happened put
you off.

I've seen the future.

And it's full of bubs around here making
a fortune.

Cos they've had the good sense to take
one of Reggie Rawlings' jukeboxes.

I'll talk to him, Gina, love.

I'll try.

Well, don't take too long, will you?

Cos believe me, the demand for our stuff
is growing practically by the hour.

You should be doing this, you know it.
Mrs Ventress, hello.

It's Philip here from Ashfordly Police.

Oh, were you?

I'm sorry to ring so late.

Only, uh, Alf asked me to call you.

You see, there's been this emergency.

It's an all -hands -on -deck job.

And he says to say that he won't be home
until tomorrow morning, at the

earliest.

A word with him?

Well, I don't know about that, Mrs
Ventress.

You see, he's, um, sort of...

in comunicado at present when i wake up
early in the morning

lift my head i feel yawning when i'm in
the

middle of a dream stay in bed float
upstream

please don't wake me no don't shake

me leave me

What are you doing, Claude?

I'm waiting for a bus. What does it look
as if I'm doing?

I thought you'd be over at the Black Dog
by now.

Collecting our tech in from last night.

What's all the rush?

Could we need the money?

Urgently. Now, come on, will you?

I thought it was a partner.

Words

fail

me.

But you don't have a shred of evidence
to suggest that these LEW people are

connected with what's been going on. By
all accounts, they're a well

-established firm.

Which is more than can be said for this
outfit that Greengrass has got himself

involved with. But if all the small fry
in the area are being pressured out of

business, LEW are going to benefit.

And how come none of their machines have
been vandalised?

There's only been two incidents of
jukebox vandalism, and they may be

unconnected. Well, it could be that only
two have been reported, Sarge.

What do you have in mind?

Well, I think it's worth a trip over
there, at least. Well, if they are

involved, they're hardly likely to want
to tell us about it, are they?

Well, I could make hours on business,
collecting quotes.

And what about Whitby CID's reaction
when they discover you've been operating

their patch?

Well, you would be winding your neck out
just a bit, Sarge. I can understand

your caution.

I have been known to take the odd risk
in my time, Rowan.

We're not just about passing out parking
tickets in Ashfordly, are we?

No, no, of course not, Sarge.

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

I'll try and sort it out.

Yes. Straight away.

You know that marquee that we had
ordered for tomorrow?

What about it?

Well, the people we ordered it from,
they haven't turned up.

So, give them a ring.

Mrs Ventress just did.

The line's unobtainable.

Why have order?

Disconnected. That's what the exchange
said.

Well, I've got an address for them.

I'd best get round there and sort things
out.

Hey, what if Blaketon wants you?

Er, just tell him that something
urgent's come up to him.

Matter of life and death, mine.

Anybody here you didn't trust me,
Bertha?

I don't.

Now, I've got to give you 40 % of this,
haven't I?

50. Go on.

We both know it's 50. Then why did you
offer me 40?

You never know how you look.

I like that.

Am I?

First I've heard about it.

How are you?

Hey, hey, if it's the money after it,
it's not mine. It's only a few coppers

anyway. I mean, I'm just... I'm nearly
an old -age pensioner. Oh, we ain't come

to rob you, Dad.

Thank you very much. Just to give you a
match.

For your boss, Reggie.

Reggie's not my boss. Whatever he is,
he's getting under the feet.

And people who get under our feet get
trodden on.

Hold. Just tell him that for us. All
right?

But don't scare me.

I will not let myself be intimidated by
these people.

Oh, very good.

The only trouble is it's not you they're
intimidating, is it? It's me.

Just one more delivery, Claude, and then
you get what's coming to you in wedges.

And I can start paying off the bank.

Right?

Mr Rowan?

Yes, ma 'am? Anita Sesson. I'm Managing
Director of LEW.

This is Andy Farley, my business partner
and Senior Sales Director.

You're the one who's planning on opening
a cafe over Ashfordly Way, right, Mr

Rowan? Yeah, yeah, that's right.

I'm considering taking one of our
jukeboxes, I hope.

Well, that's what I like to hear. You've
been supplied with details of our

current rates, have you, Mr Rowan? I
have, yes.

So what do you think?

Pretty competitive, considering the
quality of our product.

Well, not that competitive compared to
what I've already been offered.

Really?

Do you know a Reggie Rowland?

Well, I can't say the name rings a bell.

Is he new in the area?

Yeah, just starting out, I think. You'd
be surprised how many of them there are,

Mr Rowland. And even more surprised to
learn how many of them fall by the

wayside, which is the main problem as
far as the customer is concerned.

How do you mean?

Well, if something goes wrong with their
equipment, which it usually does with a

two -bit operator, they just haven't got
the backup.

It could sometimes be a week before they
can replace it.

Well, that doesn't happen with you.

If one of our machines should go on the
blink, Mr Rowan, you'll have another

before the day's out, and that's a
promise.

So what do you think?

Yeah, well, why don't I do that, then?
Just think about it.

You'd be a fool if you didn't, Mr Rowan.

Can I keep these?

Of course.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Bye.

Ah, don't worry, love.

He'll be back.

Where else is there to go?

What's in to go?

What's up with him?

Go on, if you're going.

Get off, you lunatic.

That's nothing to look or tell me about.

Bye, dog.

What were they all about?

All that money gone for nothing.

Is the wedding still on for tomorrow?

Oh, aye, just about.

I found a room in a pub for the
reception.

And a fat load of thanks I got for that
and all.

Which pub?

Well, you know the red line in Cemetery
Road.

Not quite what the in -laws are used to,
according to Mrs Ventress.

How did you get involved with these
marquee people?

Er, well, a fancy brochure was stuck
through the letterbox just after the

engagement announcement was made in the
paper.

So that's how they're doing it.

We were deliberately run off the road by
this dirty great truck.

Well, did you get the number?

Hardly. I was a bit busy at the time,
trying to save our flaming lives.

Well, did either of you say he was
driving?

Two blokes who'd come up to me this
morning outside the Black Dog.

Inspector Hackett rang while you were
out, Sarge. Well, he's not coming here,

he? He said he'd call later.

Alf.

Is it something you think about?

Retirement. Oh, all the time.

You mean you're looking forward to it?

Well, we are.

What?

Ending up on some bowling green
somewhere with all the other grey old

My dear, you still have your family
around you, don't you?

Well, the drawback's to everything,
Sarge.

He's in a good mood, is he? Oh, I
wouldn't say that.

For the last time, Rowan, we're not here
to protect the business interests of

Claude Greengrass and his mate.

But they could have been killed, Sarge.

We should be so lucky.

Anyway, you still can't prove that L .E
.W. had anything to do with this. Well,

I think I could, Sarge, if you let me
try something.

Hello, Gina.

Hiya, Nick.

I want you to do me a favour. In fact,
two favours.

Well, we'll have a can.

Well, firstly, how do you fancy getting
engaged?

Well, if that's a proposal of marriage,
I've heard more romantic ones.

Not to me, to a Fred Smith.

I've never even heard of a Fred Smith.

Well, neither have the people who ripped
off Alf.

All you have to do is let me put an
advert in the evening post announcing

engagement. And then what?

Well, then you may or may not get a
brochure put through your door. Now, if

don't, then nothing's lost. But if you
do, let me know, eh?

So what's the second one?

I want you to ring someone for me.

These people.

L -E -W?

Yeah, we'll just tell them that you and
George are interested in having one of

their jukeboxes.

I can't do that, Nick.

Uncle George said he definitely won't
have another one near the place.

But they don't know that, do they?

Good to see you again, Oscar. How have
you been?

Oh, never better, Les, never better.

Rude with help.

Oh, good.

But for how much longer, Oscar? I mean,
that is the question we do have to ask

ourselves when we get to our age.

Remember our little chat the other day?

Yes.

Well, do you know the more I thought
about it, the more it all made sense?

Really?

There's a moment in every man's life,
Oscar, when it's time to call it a day.

And I'm afraid whether we like it or
not, that moment has finally arrived.

I see.

That's the final decision, is it? It is.

So, exactly three months today, it won't
be Inspector Hackett any longer. It'll

be just plain Mr.

You... you mean... Enough's enough,
Oscar.

And I don't mind telling you now, it was
being able to talk it through so

frankly with an old and valued friend
like you that finally made me realise I

should retire.

I really wish you well.

Hi.

Hiya.

Andy Farley, Live Entertainment of
Whitby. We did say 12 o 'clock, I think.

did, yeah.

Now, me Uncle George has just popped out
to the bank, but he won't be long, so

do you want to take a seat while you
wait for him? Fine.

Would you like a drink?

Yeah. I'll have a small whiskey, please.

Nice. Mr Farley, isn't it?

Oh, hello.

You read our literature yet?

Yeah, yeah, I'm afraid that Reggie
Rawlins and Claude Greengrass still seem

the edge.

Are they still working this area?

Yeah, going like a rocket.

They've just taken delivery of a load of
new jukeboxes this morning.

Really?

Yeah, all the latest models.

When I saw what they had over at
Greengrass's place, my decision was

Oh, well.

If anything should happen to change your
mind, though, you know where to find

us.

Yeah, right, look, I'd better go to time
as money.

I'll say.

Got a phone I can use, have you, Libby?
Yeah.

We

won't

try to put us down Just cause we get
around

I'm trying to cause a big sensation.

Talking about my generation.

My generation, baby.

Off you go then, lads.

Well, don't just sit there. Lock that
door. Go on.

Officer! Thank God, there's something
definitely going on down there.

What, and you just happened to be
passing?

Mind your head.

Nice to win one for a change, eh, son?

It bears out what I told you. If you lot
pull your fingers out a bit more often,

there's no limit to what can be
accomplished.

It's not going to be easy to tie Farley
in with all this. He claims he was just

passing. He'll find himself some smart
Alec lawyer, I suppose. Why don't I nip

over to Whitby and have another word
with his partner a bit, son?

Good idea, Rowan. Off you go.

Hi, then, Blake.

What do you want, Greengrass?

I just wondered if there's any danger
money for us.

Danger money.

Danger money for us? We're now lives on
the line for your lot. The only danger

you've been in all day, Greengrass, is
the mortal danger you're in at this

moment from me.

It's a nice way to talk to the people
who pay your wages.

It's for the pick in this area now, eh,
Claude?

With L .E .W. out of the frame.

All we want is a swift injection of
capital and then just watch our smoke.

I don't suppose you'd be interested.

You suppose right, Reggie. In fact, I've
got a little bit of advice for you. Oh,

aye? What's that?

I'm afraid most of it is rather obscene.

I tell you, I know nothing of any
intimidation.

Look, Mrs. Setters, we already have your
business partner down at the station.

You didn't really think he'd carry the
camera for this on his own, did you?

What's he been saying?

Well, what do you think?

Gallantry went out of fashion with King
Arthur, right?

Look, this whole business of burning up
a small fry was his idea, not mine.

I was against it from the start, made it
clear that I was.

But you went along with it just as long
as no -one asked you to get your hands

dirty.

You are familiar, are you, with the term
accomplice?

What have you been saying?

Nothing. What have you been saying?

Oh, you stupid...

It's Nick. Yeah, how'd the wedding go?

Oh, good.

Yeah, look, can you meet me tomorrow
morning at the Aidensfield Arms at ten o

'clock?

Yeah, well, Gina's had a very
interesting brochure pushed through her

Hmm.

Right, well, I'll see you then.

Bye.

Devious lot of coppers.

Yeah, with any luck, we'll have both of
these cases cleared up.

Nick, is it true that the great romance
with the lovely Jo is finished?

I'm afraid it is, yeah.

So does that mean that she's back on the
market then?

Well, that's not quite the way I'd put
it.

He's only kidding, mate.

What?

Mr Ward?

That's right.

You rang me about the brochure I left.

I did, yes.

Would you like to follow me? Thank you.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does the love chip in my
memory?