All language subtitles for Heartbeat s07e20 Local Knowledge.eng

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

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

If you can, that's just if you can.

Now we're gonna love you.

You must be lucky in luck, Fred.

I'm sure as hell you'll have no luck at
this game.

Have we met?

We have now.

How come you know my name?

Well, it's this amazing ability she has.

She can tell what people's names are
just by looking at them.

Oh, yeah?

So what do you want?

We can put you onto a sure -fire winner,
if you're interested.

Why? And we feel sure you will be,
knowing the state your finances are in.

Kitty, darling.

What are you looking for?

Dolly. Well, she's in the kitchen.

You know I wouldn't pack Dolly.

There you go.

How are we doing?

Oh, Nick, it's chaos.

And the passport's still unarrived.

It will.

And what are we going to do about a
farewell party?

We can't have it here. Not with a place
with such a state. I'll have a word with

Gina so we know it in the pub.

It's a bit fancy, isn't it?

Yeah, if you don't have to do all the
packing.

Great. Thank you very much.

And they look?

Charlie Harris.

Said he can help us out so long as we
pay a full market price.

Oh, we need to shift a few of these
then, quick.

You take half.

It's a bit more than half, Al.

Oh, well, if you want to be picky.

Morning, gents.

Oh, Tim Bob, please.

What for?

Eh, widows and orphans. Holding a
raffle.

Oh, right.

Tim Bob.

Here, get 20 of these tickets.

What's the price?

It's a mystery.

We're holding the draw.

Nick's leaving, Joe.

What can I pay you tomorrow?

No, we need the money now, I'm afraid.

So what exactly happened there, Mr
Cleggall?

Well, it all started one Monday night
about a month ago.

Oh, yeah?

I was just locking up, and suddenly I
heard this noise coming from me barn.

What sort of noise?

Sort of groaning noise.

And then a creaking.

Sort of noise a bean makes when there's
something heavy hanging on it.

Did you go in?

Oh, I.

But I saw nothing.

And then last night... What happened?

Well, as you know, we had a riot storm.

As I was opening the door of my barn,
there was this great flash of lightning.

And just for a second, I saw it. Saw
what?

This figure, swinging slowly to and fro
from a beam.

And then it were gone.

And all quiet as the grey.

Apart from the chattering sound, of
course.

You are.

From your top set banging on your
bottom.

Oh, you can mock, Greengrass.

Wouldn't expect nothing else from you.

Here they are.

Nathaniel Clegghorn.

Pleased to meet you.

My car's outside, so you can follow me.

Lead on, then.

Who are they?

They're from the Paranormal Research
Institute.

The what?

They go round investigating ghosts.

Waste of time.

They keep lurking on the stairs,
sniffing.

One of them said there's a strong smell
of ectoplasm here.

It's probably the meat pies you had left
over yesterday.

Mr Clegg aren't dead serious, Claude.

He's planning on charging a shill and a
head for guided tours.

Who are? He's done a deal with a bus
company.

Haunted Yorkshire excursions.

Has he?

What do you think?

Are you all right?

I just get in my breath.

I want me a minute or so.

Will you take care, then?

All set for Canada, then, are we?

Yeah, if we ever get there.

Why, is there a problem?

Well, when Joe and I went abroad, we
didn't put Katie on the passport.

But you have now.

It's not back yet.

Anyway, this is our forwarding address.

Well, you'll have to fill in this form.

Why is it I'm not surprised to hear
that?

There you go.

Hello, Sergeant.

What are you doing back here, Turpin?

I thought we'd seen the last of you.

I had this irresistible urge to look up
to old faces.

You should have tried Wakefield Prison,
then.

How about you?

Did you fall or were you pushed?

Something you wanted was there, Turpin.

Ah.

How about a stump for this?

Gladys.

Friend of yours?

Jimmy Turpin, late of this parish.

I don't think I know him.

That was before your time, Nick. But I
knew him very well.

One of the highlights of my career was
putting him inside.

Well?

It's a little early to say, Mr
Clegghorn. We haven't detected any signs

You should have been here last night.

That's often the way.

But sadly...

We can't write up the case until the
phenomena has been witnessed by at least

two members of the Institute.

What am I to tell folk?

I wasn't expecting you to back me up
over this.

Well, just say it's under investigation.

Oh, so it is official, then?

Oh, yes. A bona fide Institute
investigation.

That's good enough for me.

Hello. My name's Neil Bolton. I'm a
doctor.

Is anything wrong?

No. No, thank you.

I'm just dressed in.

Mind if I join you?

No.

I was just looking at the surgery.

Oh.

Do you live in Aidensfield?

Yes. Whereabouts?

To the round village.

Well, I'm going that way. I could give
you a lift.

No, thank you.

I'm all right on my own.

Let me give you a lift anyway.

Oh, all right.

Here, I'll take this.

No.

Shift as many as you can.

I'll do me best, darling.

Yes, sir.

It's Georgian.

He retired about six months ago.

What can I help?

You can stay close to the till for a
start.

Good to see you too, PC Ventress.

It's a room I was after, love.

Well, in that case, you're in luck.

How many nights?

Just a couple, you know.

Right.

And the name is?

Turpin. Jimmy Turpin. Just like Dick
Turpin, you know.

Related, were you?

I wouldn't be surprised.

You live alone, do you?

Sensory diet.

Doesn't anybody come in and give you a
hand?

No.

Never needed nobody, neither.

I just haven't had time to side up yet.

How old are you, Mrs Thorpe?

As old as me tongue and a bit older than
me teeth.

A gentleman would know better than I.

I'm sorry.

Well, look, if there is anything you
need, I work up at the hospital.

Right.

Right.

Well, bye then.

Bye then.

How long have you got those digs for,
Mike?

As long as I want.

Well, a fortnight's notice, I think.

Well, you'd better give it then, because
you're taking over for me in

Aidensfield.

When you finish what you're doing, we'd
better get over there.

Can I have a word, Phil?

Sure.

Do you want that job, Phil?

You don't know, I haven't thought.

Bradley's only been here five minutes.

Yeah, but they don't know how long he's
going to stay in the area. And Alf's not

going to stick around forever.

They need you here.

Minding shop.

No, there's more than that. They want
someone they can rely on.

They haven't even appointed a new
sergeant yet.

You should do the exams.

Yeah, well, it's not a go, is it?

Back again, Claude?

Not a word with them research people.
Are they back?

Not yet.

Make it a large one, Gina.

And you can get me another as well,
though.

Jimmy, I thought you were dead.

Aye, some mornings I think I am.

You're usually up to something, so what
are you doing here?

Oh, a bit of despair, that, you know,
Claude. What would you like, Felicity?

Excuse me a minute, I want to work with
somebody.

Excuse me?

They tell me you're with the psychic
people.

The Paranormal Research Institute.

Yeah, that's right. Well, I think you
ought to have a look at my place,

it's ever so old, and if you think
Cleggorn's got ghosts, I've got ghosts

he's got mice.

Yes. Ah, so if you drop in, I can
introduce you to a few of them.

Well, we've got to write our report on
Mr Clarecorn's manifestation first.

Hmm, but as we're here, we could come
over this evening.

Right, lovely.

Right then, Jonathan, you know what to
do, don't you? You wait for my signal,

and if you get it right, there'll be a
tanner for you, all right? Good lad.

Have you sold any boxes? of chocolates
today, Mr Blayton?

No. Nor me.

There was definitely three boxes there
this morning. I set them out myself and

now there's only two.

Really? And there was some matches
beside them and they've gone as well.

Well, they've been lifted.

Now, don't you worry about this, Gladys.

I'll deal with it.

The house was built by one of my
ancestors who was a little bit friendly

the Lady Ashfordly of the time and I'll
tell you the truth.

I've got a feeling it's her that...

There's actually another white lady.

Now, this is interesting.

I thought you'd like it.

Yes. Now, let's take a look in here.
That's my bedroom, and I've not changed

sheets. Oh, yes.

I can certainly feel something.

How about you?

Yes. There's definitely a cold spot
here.

It'll be the crack in the window.

I hope.

Come on, you don't trip over the water.

Now, Lady Ashfordly, we're done to death
on that bed.

Well, we're not actually that one, you
know, because it's had two new springs

and three new mattresses, but that's
like where it was.

And this is where you see her?

Mainly, yeah, yeah.

Either that or out in the corridor, you
know, because it all depends what sort

of mood she's in.

Strange, you know, I can't feel
anything.

Nor me.

No, that's probably because she's having
a turn outside. Because she's like

that, she comes and goes, you know, she
doesn't have a definite timetable.

Shall we go and have a look?

So Gladys didn't actually see him nick
this stuff?

No, but it had to be him. Turpin can't
stop himself.

If nobody saw him, he can't do anything
about it.

I'm not asking you to, am I? All I'm
doing is letting you know that he's back

and up to his old tricks.

Right.

Funny thing, though.

It's the first time since I retired I
really missed having stripes on my arm.

Well, I'd best be getting back before
something else goes missing.

We don't want a crime wave breaking out
two days before you leave, now do we?

Too right. No, I've got enough on
getting the paperwork up today.

Keep your fingers crossed, then.

What's the cop rate, Sarge?

He's not a bad man to have on your side,
mate.

What's that, a friendly warning, is it?

Well, you'll find out soon enough.

Especially when he hears you're moving
in.

By the way, there's very much light out
here.

Right. Now, you mentioned a headless
horseman. Oh, yeah, yeah. He was riding

over here when he had his accident
light.

I thought you said he murdered his wife.

Yeah, well, yeah. But he had his
accident when he was on his way back

see. Probably one of them days.

And are these appearances linked in any
way? No, not so you'd notice. They just

sort of turn up, hang about a bit, and
then they push off.

So there's no regular pattern then?

No, not as far as they're concerned, but
you do sometimes get something up in

the top field there, you know. I believe
it's a dog. It's the hound of the

Ashfordlies, you know. I think it comes
looking for its dead master.

Look there.

Where?

Hey, look. Look, there he is.

Well, you can give that to the
president, but give me money.

I think it'll be okay.

No problem.

That's him.

That's him, all right.

Oh, look, Katie.

You've got a card from Granny.

Do you want me to open it for you?

Any sign on the passport?

No, not yet.

Well, I'll phone the passport office
again. If they've sent it, I'll have a

with Blaketon.

Well, how can he help?

We can check with the local sorting
office.

Here you go.

What does it say?

It says Bon Voyage.

And the teddy's got a suitcase like
yours.

God, you don't think we're going to have
to speak French, do you?

I hope not.

Now, I checked with Gina.

It's OK to use the pub.

Oh, great.

Well, I'll go in here and arrange some
food.

I, er, gathered that you were looking
for me yesterday.

I was, yes.

Do you know a woman called Sarah Thorpe
over in Aidensfield?

Well, no other.

Must be innerated by now.

Well, I picked her up in the village
yesterday and drove her home.

I couldn't believe the state her house
was in.

Oh?

Why isn't she getting some help?

Well, she's definitely able to do it.
It's somehow my fault.

You are the district nurse for the area.

Yes, but you see, the unfortunate thing
is that I can't actually see through

solid walls.

I'll go and visit her this morning. I'll
make my first call.

Good.

I do hope you realise that if nobody
draws my attention to these things, I

hardly be expected to respond.

And if you'd like to go in there, the
white lady's upstairs, the headless

horseman's round the back, all right?

And the hounds, of course, in the top
field. Shill in the head. Thank you very

much. Nice to do with the gentleman.
Take any pictures you like. Ladies,

in the head. Thank you very much.

Very kind of you.

Thank you. Thank you, my love. Thank you
very much indeed.

Hang on, you want some change, love?
Here.

That's it, sweetheart.

What are you up to, Greengrass?

I'm knitting a brick. What does it look
as if I'm up to? I'm showing a few of me

clients round me estate.

So if you want to see the phenomena,
it's a shilling ahead. Those are my

trippers. That's my money you're taking.
Yeah, talking about.

You know what to say? I can't show a few
people around a place that's a bona

fide haunted house, is there? Your place
ain't haunted.

God, it is. As verified by the
paranormal people. What?

Yeah. So you can stick that in your pipe
and if you don't believe me, you can go

and ask them because they're round the
back. Flipping right I will.

Mind you don't trail in the ectoplasm.

Well set, then.

Piece of cake.

Hey,

this is your car.

What do you think?

Right. Well, you need somewhere quiet to
stay the night.

They can all trust the place.

So you're saying you're happy to tell
people that this is genuine?

But you're not convinced about my great
-uncle Simeon? Well, pending further

investigation, yes.

What's he got that I haven't got?

Quite a number of interesting phenomena.

We may be here some time.

Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a lot
to do.

Good morning, Mr Storpe.

Morning.

I'm Maggie Bolton.

I know who you are.

Could I come in for a minute?

Well, what for?

Oh, just a bit of a chat.

Oi! You two!

Call yourselves investigators?

You've been had!

Just because your great -uncle Simeon's
a dead duck, don't think you can come

round here casting aspersions about my
officially authenticated paranormals.

moment. What are you implying, Mr
Claghorn?

I'm implying nothing.

I'm telling you.

Come and have a look at this.

Excuse me!

Hey! Hey!

Excuse me!

Luminous paint, isn't it?

It's all potted on the shelf over there.

So, I've got a bit of paint. What does
that prove?

Look at the marks on the floor.

Happened to spill a bit of paint on your
dog, did you?

I think perhaps.

Under the circumstances.

That's all it is, isn't it?

Circumstantial.

I gather you've been living on your own
for some time now, Mrs Thorpe.

Been checking on me, have you?

Well, not the KGB.

I'm just here to help.

I don't need any help.

Well, all I'm suggesting is somebody to
come round and do a bit of cleaning and

dusting for you. Well, I can manage my
own dusting, thank you.

What about Meals on Wheels?

I don't want charity.

Have you had any breakfast yet?

I'm not hungry.

Well, I'd love a cup of tea, and I'm
sure you could manage a piece of toast.

I suppose so.

Good.

Follow me. Open the old first farm on
right.

And don't stop for any other con men
trying to pull a fast one.

Sorted you out, Greengrass, didn't I?

I thought you said this place were
quiet.

Morning. It's a shilling ahead.

I beg your pardon?

A white lady's upstairs. The headless
horseman's rather back.

We were told you had a room to let.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you'd come to
see the ghosts.

Ghosts? This house is haunted, is it?

Oh, no, no, no. It's just a bit of a
misunderstanding.

What name were it?

Smith. Really?

Both of you?

You'd better come inside.

Neil, I thought you'd like to know I
went to see Mrs Thorpe this morning.

I've arranged for her to have a home
help and meals on wheels.

I trust that meets with your approval.

Don't be like that, Maggie.

What do you expect?

Look, from now on, I promise not to tell
you how to do your job if you don't

tell me how to do mine.

Okay?

Oh,

one more thing.

Joe and I hope you'll be out to join us
for a drink tomorrow night at the

Aidensfield Arms.

Oh, what time's kick -off, Sarge?

Oh, say, seven o 'clock.

And I'm right in thinking drinks are on
you, Emma.

I might just buy the old one, yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Any news from Charlie Harris?

Oh, yeah, Mr Harris did call earlier for
Alf.

He was asking what time you were going
over to his place.

Tell me about you collecting something.

Sort him out, will you, Phil?

Tell him to deliver to the pub.

Unless you want to be done for misuse of
police property.

Not exactly the river sweet at the
Savoy.

You always said your dad were a sadist.

Hmm. This is definitely the place he
mentioned.

Your boy's a bit odd, isn't he?

All that stuff about ghosts.

Oh, well.

It's only for one night.

So, have you decided what sort of food
you want?

Yes, I've made a list.

I'll help on the night.

Thanks, Maggie.

Hello?

Hello? Look, I wasn't having a go at you
this morning.

Weren't you? No.

Well, maybe just a bit, but not you.

OK, if the authorities aren't informed,
they can hardly be held responsible, but

she has neighbours, for goodness sake.

People like Mrs Thorpe make absolutely
certain that the neighbours never even

get in through the front door to see how
bad things have got.

You managed it.

With my job, too.

Once I know.

Point taken.

Maggie, what I'm really trying to say is
sorry.

Sorry.

Would you at least let me buy you a
drink?

Okay.

I'll have an orange juice.

Joe, can I get you something?

I won't, thanks. I just popped in to
sort out the party tomorrow night.

Well, come along if you like.

Well, I'm on duty, but if I can swap
with somebody, I'd love to. Thanks.

Great to see you then.

Try, Joe.

Will you be at this shindig?

No, you try keeping me away.

Who's there?

Is anybody there?

to break them.

I'll go with her. All right, look.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm all right.

More to the point. How is Mrs Thorpe?

Oh, she's still pretty shaky.

Yeah, Mr Blake, another sip of this.

Oh, thanks, Gladys.

Did you manage to get a look at them at
all?

Well, they were early 20s, medium
height.

Dark hair, that's about it. It all
happened so quickly.

Oh, I did manage to get the number of
their car, though.

Right, get on the blower for Rasford,
Lee. Tell them to check it out straight

away. Right, Sergeant.

Mind you, it's probably nicked.

Well, at least it's somewhere to start.

Stranger, they went for the one mailbag.

No, not really.

It's the one with the money.

How much?

Oh, £800 at least.

It comes over from the accounts branch
once a week.

Pay out the pensions.

So how do they know which bag to snatch?

Oh, indeed.

I've changed my mind.

Beg your pardon?

I said I've changed my mind. The barn's
not haunted.

I don't want folks poking about in it.

But yesterday you were adamant.

Well, that were yesterday, weren't it?

Right now as far as I'm concerned the
show's over.

Yep, that's Bravo Echo Yankee 628.

I want to make a complaint against
Claude Greengrass.

What's he done now?

Trespassing. Tightening the life out of
people. And he's cost me money.

Oh, dear.

We're on uncertain ground here, Mr
Clegghorn. You see, trespassing's a

matter.

Are you the regular driver of this run,
Mr Pearson?

Usually, yeah.

So you'd be aware that one of the
mailbags contained cash?

Of course.

Do you deliver at the same time every
week?

Yeah, regular as clockwork.

And who else would know about that?

People at post office accounts.

And members of the public?

Well, it's hardly something we
advertise, is it?

So what's your theory on how they knew
which bag to take?

Some sort of tip -off, I'd say.

Well, certainly not from me, if that's
what you're suggesting.

Well, why would we suggest that, Mr
Pearson?

No reason.

I just thought you were, that's all.

So when you turned up here, did you
notice anybody hanging about?

No.

The street was empty as far as I could
remember.

Right, well, that's all for now. We will
need a full statement later. Right.

How was the old girl?

The one they knocked over?

We're still waiting to hear from the
hospital.

What sort of people would do that to an
old woman, eh?

Well, that was Bellamy on the phone. The
car they used was nicked.

So, what was one thing and another?

A pretty nifty operation.

Aye, with Turpin's fingerprints all over
it.

Thanks, Mr Turpin. See you again soon, I
hope.

Sure.

Here you go.

Here you go.

You going somewhere, Mr Turpin?

A home, actually, Sergeant.

If there's not a law against that now.

I suppose you've heard our local post
office has been robbed.

Barely. No, I hadn't heard.

When was that, Nick?

Earlier this morning.

So where have you been for the last
hour, Mr Turpin?

Now, you surely don't think I had
anything to do with that, do you? Am I

Just tell us where you've been.

Here, having breakfast.

Right, Gina?

Yeah.

You're quite sure about that?

I'm positive.

Very nice it was, too.

I'm going to recommend your
establishment to all my friends.

So, if there's nothing else, Sergeant,
I've got a train to catch.

I do so hate getting out at the last
moment, don't you?

Where are you living these days?

Rochdale. The address is in Gina's book,
if you want it.

Now, I really must dash.

Oh, when you see Mr. Blaketon, give him
my heartiest commiserations, won't you?

You let him go?

We've no excuse for holding him.

Not even for further questions.

Cast iron alibi for the time of the
robbery.

Doesn't mean to say he didn't mastermind
it.

We've got no proof.

Even if he was behind it, he wasn't very
clever, was he?

What do you mean?

Well, putting himself around Edensfield
the way he has for the last couple of

days. And even turning up at the post
office.

Well, perhaps that's the idea.

Knowing he was going to have a cast iron
alibi.

Don't get mad, get even. That was always
his motto.

Well, could you see him doing that?

Robbing this place to get even?

I'll say I could.

It was your husband I really wanted to
speak to, but I expect you may be able

help. What can I do for you?

The surgery his late wife used in the
village.

I gather it's on the market again.

That's right. The people who were
renting it have moved out, so we put it

sale. Is there any chance of taking a
look at it?

If I can find the keys.

I hate to put you to any trouble at a
time like this. Well, that's okay.

I could show you around if you like. I
could do with a break from the packing.

Great.

Do you recognise this, Claude?

No. Could be anybody's. Where were you
at ten o 'clock last night?

In bed, on my own, with a book.

So you weren't in Clegghorn's supposed
haunted barn, frightening him half to

death? Better things to do than go
trying to put the wind up Clegghorn.

He was probably his great -uncle Simeon.

Yesterday we had people in complaining
about the fraudulent advertising of

haunted houses.

Today we had Clegghorn bending our ears
about you costing him money.

So we don't want to hear any more
nonsense about Gawth and Aidensfield

Clegghorn, or anybody else.

OK? End of story.

Not really what you're looking for,
then?

It's a bit cramped, I'm afraid.

What did you have in mind? Or is it none
of my business?

There's no big secret about it.

It's just I don't plan to spend the rest
of my life working 15 hours a day in

hospitals.

Aidan's Field could do with its own
resident GP again.

Oh, I see. The moment we're looked after
by one of the Ashfield practices.

Yes, but they're only filling in.

So you're looking for a house with a
surgery?

Yes. My own village practice.

And Aidan's Field is just the sort of
place I was looking for.

But maybe you don't agree if you and
your husband are moving out.

On the contrary.

There are lots of things I'm going to
miss about Aidensfield.

I know I will.

I found the getaway car.

Hello.

Clean as a whistle.

Quite an operator is this Jimmy Turpin.

Are you sure he was behind it?

Well, Blaketon is.

He may be prejudiced, but he's probably
right.

Well, this time tomorrow, it'll no
longer be your problem.

No, no.

Hey, look what I found. A passport.

Thank goodness.

So, Canada, here we come.

Certainly looked like it.

You're not having second thoughts, are
you?

No, just... I'm going to miss Yorkshire.

Yes, so will I.

We are doing the right thing, aren't we,
Nick?

Of course we are.

You'll love it there.

We all will.

And if we don't, there's always
Australia.

I do love you, you know.

I'll be off now, then, Mr Blaketon.

Right, Gladys.

Oh, uh, Gladys.

Did somebody leave this here by mistake?

No, that's Mrs Thorpe's from this
morning. Do you think I should drop it

eh?

Oh, that's all right, Liz.

You can leave this with me.

Ah, Mr Clegawn. What can I do for you?

I've got a bit of information, Mr
Blaketon.

All right.

Them villains that did over your shop
yesterday, they reckon in the village

were a young couple.

That's right.

And the car they drove off in, weren't
it green?

Aye. A green Ford.

Fancy.

Only I saw a green Ford yesterday.

We're a young couple, innit?

Where was this?

Hang on a minute. Greengrass isn't into
violence.

But you must admit, it's quite a
coincidence.

Yeah, all right.

I suppose I'd better have a word with
him.

Well, under the circumstances, I think
I'd best come with you.

And what circumstances would those be?

Well, if the villains are still out
there, I'll be on the spot to ID them

you, won't I?

I don't know how many times you need to
tell him.

Jimmy Turpin had out to do with it.

He certainly never said out to me.

Come on, Greengrass. You've been closer
than the Corsican brothers ever since he

got here.

He must have said so much.

Tell us about your visitors last night,
Claude.

What visitors?

A young couple in a green Ford.

Tourists. Just looking for somewhere to
put their head down for the night.

Did they stay?

Yeah.

And what time did they leave this
morning?

Very early. They didn't even bother to
have any breakfast. And I told them it

was included in the price.

If only they knew what a treat they'd
missed.

I don't know what you're doing here,
Blaketon. You're not even a copper

Do you remember the number of the car
they were driving?

Come on.

I stopped collecting car numbers before
he went senile.

Anything like that one?

I don't know. I told you. I never even
noticed.

What was the name of this couple?

Mr and Mrs Smith.

Very original.

You should talk.

Did you get their home address?

No, I didn't do it like that because
they only stop the night.

You do realise, Greengrass, you're
required by law to do that?

Why don't you go and sell some stamps?

Did Mr Smith have a first name?

I suppose so.

You know what I think, Rowan?

I think he's lying through his teeth.

Because he was in on it with them.

Look, all I did was pull them up for the
night.

But if it's that important, I know the
woman's name because I like my favourite

film star.

Go on, then.

Mitzi, like in Mitzi Gaynor.

Mitzi.

Well, that means something, doesn't it?

Here we are.

Mitzi Turpin.

Dearly beloved daughter of Jimmy Turpin.

You did the lot of them, didn't you,
Sarge? Aye, I saw them all sent down.

What did she get?

Well, she was sent to an approved school
since when, of course, she's graduated

to bigger and better things.

Anyway, I'll leave all that with you
now, Nick.

I'm sure you've got time to clear it all
up before you climb onto your plane.

Thank you.

You'll like this one.

Thanks, Gina.

Good for bringing you out in the rush,
isn't it? What is, Claude?

Being in the same room with so many
coppers.

There, Michael.

They tell me you're going to be Aidan
Field's new policeman. That's right,

Claude. So I don't want any trouble.

Hey, snap.

I'd buy you a drink, but it might be
misconstrued.

Hey, snap.

Not bad for a cop.

So, how are you feeling?

Nervous. Terrified, actually.

Wish I was going to Canada at the
weekend with anyone half as nice as me.

Really?

Absolutely. I'm going to miss you so
much, Maggie.

Invite me over sometime.

Quite fancy a fortnight in a log cabin
with a sexy mountain.

Oh, yes. I don't think I'll bother then.

Oh, I got a message from Neil. He's
managed to get somebody to stand in for

so he'll be over later.

Great. It'll do him good to meet a few
more of the locals, especially in view

his plan.

What plan?

He'll take over Kate's whole practice in
Aidensfield.

Hasn't he mentioned it?

No.

No, he hasn't.

Good

evening,

Mrs. Thorpe. Oh, it's you, Mr. Blaketon.
Hi.

How are you feeling?

All right.

Look, I understand this shopping bag
belongs to you.

Yes, that's right.

Well, do you think I could come in for a
minute?

Yes, all right.

I was going to pay for them.

Honest, I were.

I've... I've never taken anything in me
life.

I'm sure you haven't, Mrs Thorpe.

Look, why don't you keep these things?

But just this once.

Huh?

Hello.

You got my message?

Yeah. Is something wrong?

No.

You've been talking to Joe Rowan,
haven't you?

Have I?

Look, for what it's worth...

I was going to tell you.

Just kept slipping your mind, did it,
Neil?

I didn't know how to.

Why not?

I was worried you might get the wrong
idea.

I think I was trying to move in on you
again.

And are you?

No, actually.

Well, that's all right, then.

Because believe me, you'd certainly be
wasting your time.

Could I have your attention, please,
everybody?

Thank you.

Thank you, everybody.

Now, we all know why we're here tonight.

Nick and Joe, they're off to Canada.

And we've known Nick for a few years
now.

In fact, some of us remember him first
coming up north.

He all thought we had straw in our hair.

And we all thought he had a southern
chip on his shoulder.

But by and large, I'm sure we'll all
agree, Yorkshire's done him the power of

good. He's off to make a fresh start in
the Rocky Mountains with Joe and little

Katie. And I know they'll be happy.

And we all know we'll miss them.

But whatever they do, we know they'll be
as loved over there as you are here.

But before I ask Nick to say a few
words, there is some serious business to

attend to.

We're holding a charity raffle and...

Well, I'd like Alf to do the draw,
please, everybody.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, here's the
box of raffle tickets, and the winning

number is 16.

And the winner's Nick Rowan.

Well, thank you very much.

It's the least I'd have expected from
you.

Hey, Claude, want to take this off me
hands?

Might do.

It was seven quid to the Widows and
Orphans Fund.

Seven quid?

We just think of it as a thank you for
all the happy times we've had together.

Have a nice trip.

Look after yourself, then.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

All the best.

And remember to wrap up well. They
reckon them Canadian winters can get

party.

Bye, love.

I'm going to stay back and come and see
you.

Bye, Tina.

Good for that, mate.

That's a you.

Thanks.

Don't let the sun catch you crying.

Don't let the sun catch you crying.

Heartbeat, why doesn't my chip stay in
my memory?

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