♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss
♪ Stay in my memory? ♪
DOORBELL RINGS
What do you want?
What do we want, Derek? World peace and an end to poverty.
But right now, I'd like a look in your back bedroom.
Bring a warrant or get lost.
Bellamy, upstairs. Younger, downstairs.
You know what you're looking for. Clocks, watches, radios...
Van keys. Keys!
- I'll be in t'kitchen. - Good idea. Put the kettle on.
MUSIC: 'It Don't Mean A Thing' by Ella Fitzgerald
♪ It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing...
Great putt. Well played, partner.
Well done.
♪ It don't mean a thing
♪ All you gotta do is sing
♪ Doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah
I've not seen you play as steady as that for ages.
You were no slouch yourself.
LAUGHS
So, are you stopping for a drink?
- Oh, yes, of course. - Great.
♪ It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
♪ Doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah
♪ It don't mean a thing... ♪
Left everything as you found it, have you?
Don't push it, Reeks. We'll be back.
Oh, yeah. When you do, perhaps we'll have that cup of tea, eh?
Oh, is the room all right for you, Mrs Taylor?
Very comfortable, thank you.
I'm sorry I can't tell you how long I'm staying.
Oh, that's all right.
If I find the person I'm looking for, it could be no time at all.
- Oh? - It's my son, Barry.
I had a phone call from him six months ago.
He'd moved to Aidensfield on a job.
Six months?
I've not heard a word from him since.
- DAVID: Gina? - Excuse me a sec.
Sorry.
Hi, David. Come in.
Oh, hi. Oh... Sorry to bother you. Have you got a minute?
- Yeah. What do you want? - Erm... It's Aunt Peggy.
She let it slip that it's her birthday tomorrow.
I thought she didn't have birthdays.
- Yeah, I know. - How old is she?
Well, all right.
She's the same age as her gums, but a year older than her teeth.
So what does that make her?
A very wise woman, David. Anyway, I'm glad you've come.
You can take this letter that's arrived for her.
Why was it sent here?
I suppose the writer didn't know her address
and guessed that someone in here would.
OK. Thank you.
- So, what did you want? - Oh, yeah, Aunt Peggy.
I was gonna give her a bit of a surprise birthday treat.
Rosie suggested that I took her out for some nosh.
Oh, that's nice. Somewhere salubrious, I assume?
Oh, yeah.
So, anyway, can you put us down for a table for two in here
tomorrow night?
- I will do, David. - Thanks, Gina.
MUSIC: 'Love Letters' by Ketty Lester
Maurice Dodson.
♪ Love letters straight from your heart... ♪
Well, well, well...
I haven't seen him for years.
My Bert met him at the Services Club and introduced me.
'Ey, I'll never forget it.
It was love at first sight.
What, you and this Maurice bloke?
- Weren't you married? - So was Maurice.
- But he felt the same way about me. - What happened?
SIGHS
Well, met a few times and talked.
Just talked.
And then we both agreed it was best if we went our separate ways.
He's even remembered my birthday
and he said he'll be in the Aidensfield Arms tomorrow night.
"Hoping this reaches you."
"Come if you can. Fondest regards... Maurice."
No Phil again?
No, he's, er... doing something.
Avoiding me is what he's doing.
No, he's busy, honestly, Gina.
If you say so.
Has Phil said what the problem is?
Nah, not really.
It's a pity. They seem genuinely happy together.
Can I get you something, Mrs Taylor?
Oh, yes, a rum and peppermint, please.
- All right, Gina, I'll get it. - Oh, thanks, Oscar.
Evening. Evening.
Hiya. Double scotch.
Forgotten the word, haven't we?
Sorry, double scotch, barman.
Can't you see I'm serving this lady?
Ah, yes. Ladies first.
And lady golfers especially,
what with all that smooching I saw this afternoon.
- I'll get this. - It's all right, Gina.
I think Mr Atkins has had enough already.
- You what?! - Just leave.
You're embarrassing yourself.
It's you who should be embarrassed, Councillor.
Greasing the wheels in the Planning Department
for your friend.
What friend, Oscar?
Viv Chivers. His partner in golf.
- And who knows what else. - All right, you've said enough.
Just get out now!
ATKINS: You're not the licensee here, Blaketon.
- What's he on about? - I'm on about Viv Chivers.
She lives next door to me.
She wants to build a flaming extension,
so big it'll blight my property.
Then go and complain to them who are paid to listen.
I have. And much good it's done me, after she's worked her charms.
OSCAR: You're making a serious allegation, Atkins.
Now, leave now, or you'll regret it.
Who's gonna make me?
All right, sir. I think we've heard enough for tonight.
Right. You've got the constabulary in your pocket, as well, have you?
You're causing a public nuisance.
You're as bent as he is, Constable.
Go home, Mr Atkins.
Watch your back, Blaketon!
Didn't make any promises, did you?
No. I just said I'd have a word with you.
People rarely go missing without good reason.
Some of them just don't want to be found.
This could be a real can of worms.
I think Mrs Taylor would just be grateful to know he's still alive.
Just tell her, David.
Then she can choose what she wants to do.
I can't do that, Rosie.
You should have seen her face when she got that letter.
She was like a happy little girl.
You'd better cancel the table, then.
I can't do that either.
That would be like a taxi customer cancelling at the last minute.
It wouldn't be fair on Gina.
All right. How about I join you for the meal and we go halves?
Oh, yeah. Oh, thanks, Rosie.
OSCAR: This is fairly recent, is it?
It was taken two years ago.
When you last spoke to your son,
did he say where in Aidensfield he was calling from?
It was a call-box.
HE GRUNTS
And he worked here as a fitter?
That's right.
- Last known address? - I went there.
He'd left a few bits and pieces which the landlord gave to me.
I see.
I haven't got much money, Mr Blaketon.
But if you could point me in the right direction,
I'd be very grateful.
Well, I'll, erm... do what I can.
This door didn't need much forcing.
ROB: I'd say whoever broke in knew it was a weak spot.
Hm. The club secretary's not too pleased
that the cleaner called us without his say-so.
She opened up to find a break-in. What's she supposed to do?
You know what these places are like.
Aggro between members, not to be broadcast.
Are you pretty sure this Atkins bloke is responsible?
I can't think of anyone else who'd want to break in
just to smash a photograph.
Anyway, we're wasting our time.
The club secretary doesn't want us to take it any further.
GINA: What are you two off to?
Waiting for Peggy's date to turn up.
- Peggy? - Y-Yes?
Hello? I'm Maurice.
- Oh... - Don't stand up.
After years, it's the least I can do.
- 'Ey, how are you? - I'm fine.
- How's about you? - Oh, yeah, I'm fine, thanks.
Oh...
Oh, it's wonderful to see you, and looking so lovely.
Thank you. But the same goes for you.
Oh, a bit more on there and a bit less on there.
Rubbish. You haven't changed a bit.
Steady, now. What can I get the birthday girl?
I can't believe you remembered.
It's one of those dates that sticks in the mind.
A little champagne, perhaps?
Oh, thank you.
- But no, it repeats on me. - Oh.
- Sherry? - Yes, why not?
- A sweet one. - Right.
Good evening.
Hello. A sweet sherry, please, and a tonic water.
♪ Love letters straight
♪ From your heart ♪
She was very brave to the end.
It's over a year ago now.
It takes time to get over that sort of loss.
I'd come to rely on her for so much. I didn't realise at the time.
Do you think it might have helped, if you'd had children?
Perhaps. We decided not to have kids cos I was away so much.
I didn't think it would be fair.
- What about you and Bert? - Ah...
You know, my Bert d*ed over ten year back
and I still miss him.
Mind you, I'm afraid he didn't leave me very well provided for.
- Oh? - But I've picked myself up,
as you do.
HE CHUCKLES
You were always a gutsy lady, Peg.
And you haven't lost that twinkle in those eyes, either.
OSCAR: Viv.
Good to see you. You're looking pleased with yourself.
And why not? I've got my planning approval.
Hey, well done. Good for you.
Not so good for others, though.
Here, what's this about an incident at the club last night?
Oh, just a bit of mindless vandalism by you-know-who.
The club want it hushed up, so I'm not arguing.
- Drink? - Gin and tonic.
- Here you go. - GINA: You off, then?
Yeah. Thanks for a lovely meal, Gina.
Peggy don't know what she's missed.
Believe me, she's more than happy.
PEGGY LAUGHS
Who's there?
Hey! What do you think you're doing? Come back!
- So, what's wrong? - The brake cable's been cut.
What? You'd better go and call Rob.
Yeah, right.
I was just going to bed. Can't this wait?
- I'm afraid not, Mr Atkins. - So, what is it?
Could you tell me where you were about ten o'clock?
Ten o'clock? Why?
I'm investigating an incident that took place around that time.
What sort of incident?
Would you answer the question, Mr Atkins?
Where was I at ten o'clock? Here.
Watching television.
- Can anyone else confirm that? - No. I was on my own.
But I did talk to a friend on the phone.
You talked to a friend.
I can give you a name.
DOOR CLOSES
What a night. What a birthday!
I was shaking all the way to the pub.
Well, there was no need, was there?
Isn't it funny how you can pick up with someone
as though you've never been apart?
What did you do?
Oh, I... Nothing much.
We're going to meet again. Maurice is going to give me a call.
Oh, aye.
Oh, dear...
You know, I really have to do something about myself.
I'm... on my way up.
- Night, love. - Night-night.
MILLER: What are you up to, Younger?
Just dotting an I, Sergeant.
Fine. Legible, correctly spelt and up to date,
which I'm sure yours is, Younger.
Not quite up to date, no.
Your pocket book, Younger, is my window on your working day.
Where you were, who you were with, time, date and place.
The sort of precise details that go down well in a court of law.
- What's this? - Blank page.
And another. There's gaps all over the place.
I was gonna catch up on it later today.
- Make sure you do. - Yes, Sergeant.
I want a full account of everything you get up to, Younger.
Morning.
- Hello, Sarge. - No Alf?
He's on holiday.
- Ah, well, I need a favour. - Well, go on.
Some information on the QT.
Well, Geoff's filling in for Alf on the records side.
Too busy yourself, are you?
What do you need?
How come we haven't seen you lately?
Well, I've been busy, you know. This, that and the other.
- You know how it is. - No, I don't. Neither does Gina.
Look, Oscar... it's personal.
OK? Now, this favour?
We've got somebody staying with us, a mother looking for her son.
She hasn't seen him for six months
and Aidensfield was his last known location.
Do you want me to see if he's inside?
Always a good place to start.
- What's his name? - Barry Taylor.
- I'll see what I can do. - Hi, Oscar.
Hi, Rob. Any news?
Nothing positive. Scenes Of Crime found no useful prints on your car.
That's not surprising. Have you interviewed Atkins?
- Yeah, he's got an alibi. - Really?
He claims that he got a phone call from a friend at home
about the time of the incident.
- Did it check out? - His friend confirmed it.
I bet it did. I wonder how much he was paid.
Yeah, well, you should take care.
Oh, don't you worry. It'll take more than John Atkins to bother me.
MUSIC: 'Sweets for my Sweet' by The Searchers
♪ Sugar for my honey
♪ Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
♪ Sweets for my sweet
♪ Sugar for my honey
♪ I'll never ever let you go
♪ If you wanted that star that shines so brightly...
- Peggy? - Oh! M-Maurice!
- What are you doing here? - I... I was working in the area.
Why didn't you say so last night?
Er... A job came up suddenly and I just didn't think.
Oh, let me show you around.
Oh...
♪ Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so... ♪
PHONE RINGS
Aidensfield Arms.
I've got one or two Barry Taylors,
but none matching the age or description that you gave me.
So, it doesn't look like he's inside or got a record.
Oh, well, I'll just have to do it the hard way. Thanks.
MUSIC: 'Handy Man' by Jimmy Jones
♪ Yay-ay, ye-ah
♪ Hey, girls, gather round
♪ Listen to what I'm putting down
♪ Hey, baby, I'm your handyman
♪ Yay-ay, ye-ah
♪ Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a come, come, come-a
♪ Yay-ay, ye-ah... ♪
The Navy, and then a trawlerman.
You've never strayed far from the sea.
I've never really wanted to.
Why did you give it up?
Oh, well, Joan was poorly.
The Union got me a little lump sum and a pension.
I thought, "Let the youngsters have a go."
It's ship-shape in here, anyway.
Well, it's tidy enough, but it's short of something.
A woman's touch, I reckon.
- Shall we go outside? - Yes. Right.
Thank you.
Well, what was the job that brought you up here?
Oh, er... I was... delivering something not far away.
Is that really true?
Is that true?!
- Well, no. - I didn't think so.
I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself.
I didn't sleep for thinking about last night.
I just had to find out if you were for real.
Well, feel that.
Is that real enough?
DOOR CLOSES
Better, Younger, but what did I ask for?
A full account of what I was up to.
Yes, I did not ask for an opinion.
I'm not sure I understand, Sergeant.
"Following information received by Sergeant Miller,
a search warrant was ex*cuted on Derek Reeks
of Pendle Place." Read on.
"Despite what Sergeant Miller described as sound intelligence,
no stolen goods were found."
Anything you'd like to change?
- I don't think so. - Pity.
Because there is a hint of criticism in your account
which is not helpful.
Tell him, Bellamy.
I can't win, can I?
We could extend the radius of the search.
How far, do you think?
Oh, another ten miles, maybe.
I'm not sure.
I don't know if I'm sending you on a wild goose chase.
Well, you never know in this game.
Oh, you asked about the bits and pieces
that Barry left at his last address.
- May I? - Oh, help yourself.
Do you know anything about this?
OSCAR: It's a Whitby telephone number.
Thank you, Maurice.
Now, there's no need to escort me all the way.
Oh, why not?
Well, you'll have things to do.
Nonsense. Now, where's your motor?
That's it there.
Oh, they don't make them like that any more.
It is my standby vehicle.
- It's a grand workhorse. - Yeah.
You know, Peggy, at our age we shouldn't have to pretend
to be what we're not.
It wasn't your fancy airs and graces that first drew me to you.
And it still isn't.
Oh.
Yes, yes, I've got that.
Thank you very much. Thanks. Bye.
Well, that was the owner's wife.
The caravan at the moment is let to a single fella.
She's got no idea how old he is or what he looks like.
Oh.
A caravan would be an ideal place, wouldn't it,
for anyone who wants to lie low?
As soon as Gina gets back,
I'll nip over to the coast in her car and I'll check it out.
SCREAMS
What is it this time?
There's been another incident involving Oscar Blaketon.
Good grief. Not him again.
A much more serious incident this time,
from which Mr Blaketon was lucky to escape with his life.
What's happened?
MILLER: Someone threw a brick from a bridge
while he was driving underneath it. Shattered the windscreen.
Fortunately, the impact was on the passenger side.
- Is he all right? - He's shaken, but intact.
So, the question is, where were you this evening at about
What? You think I had something to do with this?
You made a very public thr*at against Oscar Blaketon,
since when we've had a number of incidents.
Maybe I did lose my rag, but come on.
Do you think I want to k*ll him?
It was you who broke into the golf club
and smashed that photograph, wasn't it?
OK.
I was drunk and stupid.
But cutting brake cables? Lobbing bricks from bridges?
Would you mind telling us where you were this evening?
Here. I've been here all evening.
Can anyone corroborate that?
VIV: Yes, Sergeant.
He's been here with me.
MUSIC: 'Big Spender' by Shirley Bassey
♪ The minute you walked in the joint
♪ I could see you were a man of distinction
♪ A real big spender... ♪
- There you go, Mr Reeks. - A clock radio, you say.
How much d'you wanna pay?
- I don't know. - Will a fiver do you?
Oh, yeah.
As a matter of fact, I'm expecting a delivery.
I'll give you a call when one comes in.
- Great. Thanks, Mr Reeks. - Ta-ra.
You're not doing business with him, are you?
I've got to get a present for Aunt Peggy,
seeing as she missed her birthday treat.
Mr Reeks is always saying he can get us stuff cheap.
I'd steer clear of Derek Reeks, if I were you.
- Why? - He's dodgy, David.
Save up and buy something from a shop.
I've got to get in her good books somehow.
Thought you said she were all smiles.
She is, but just not for me.
All for Mr Dodson, are they?
What if this bloke's having her on? She says that he's nice,
but what if he isn't? She'd be really upset.
Maybe he is, David, but there's not a lot you can do about it.
Well, we could find out if he's all he's cracked up to be.
What do you mean, "we"?
- Hi, Geoff. - Hi, Rosie.
- Fill her up? - Yes, please.
All right, David?
You're not booking me, are you?
Oh, no. I'm just logging the stop. It's Miller's latest mission.
To find out what I'm doing every minute of the flaming day.
No time for a cuppa, then?
Only if it's brewed and someone's blown on it.
- You've just missed Derek Reeks. - Oh?
Yeah, promised to get David something on the cheap.
Oh. How come you know him, David?
I just give him a lift in my taxi sometimes.
It's mostly from his house down to his sister's.
- Didn't know he had a sister. - Oh, yeah.
See, she and Mrs Reeks don't get on very well.
So he always asks me not to tell anyone, in case she finds out.
- Do you know his sister's address? - Yes, she lives up...
Just a second, David.
You're after some information yourself, aren't you?
- Am I? - About Aunt Peggy's new friend.
DAVID: Oh, yeah.
So... How about a bit of give and take, Geoffrey?
I can't believe it. They were sworn enemies.
ROB: Apparently, Viv Chivers took a bottle round to Atkins's place
to bury the hatchet.
They finished that one and Atkins opened another one.
Yeah, then they had to sleep it off, I suppose.
- Something like that. - No accounting for taste, is there?
But if it wasn't Atkins who tampered with your car,
and he didn't throw the brick, who did?
He must still be the prime suspect for disabling my car.
You said yourself his alibi was dodgy.
- And the brick? - Yobs out for trouble.
No. I want you to think again.
Is there anyone who could be holding a grudge?
Apart from Atkins, I can't think of anyone.
Who knew you were going to Whitby?
Well, I told Rosie,
when I asked when my car would be ready.
And Gina and Mrs Taylor knew. That's about it.
And you've checked this out thoroughly?
Yes, Sergeant.
Reeks has been seen in his van, arriving at that address.
Do you want us to stake it out?
Any friendly neighbours?
We talked to the old lady across the street.
- She said Reeks ran over her cat. - Yeah. Mimi.
So, we're well in there.
MUSIC: 'Pretty Woman' by Roy Orbison
PEGGY: What did you say this colour was?
- GINA: Crimson Glow. - It's bright, in't it?
It's gorgeous. Do you like it?
Yeah. But will Maurice?
I'm not so sure.
There you go. Right. Waft 'em about a bit.
- Toes next. - Toes?
In for a penny, in for a pound. Come on, boots off.
Geoff, can you do something for me?
What?
Can you get onto Records
and see what they can come up with for a Barry Taylor?
I've already been down that road with Oscar. Came up with nothing.
- What about his mum? - His mum?
Ellen Taylor.
You might as well just wait for Alf to get back.
ROB: Ellen Taylor. See what you can do.
Look, Gina's button-holed me again.
You can't blame her for being worried.
Come here.
PHONE RINGS
It's for your ears only, all right?
This... This breathlessness that I've been getting.
My father and my grandfather both d*ed young from a heart condition.
It's hereditary and there's nothing I can do about it.
Who says it's hereditary?
- I read it in a book. - Mate.
And I've got all the same symptoms my dad had.
OK. What's this got to do with Gina?
You're joking, aren't you? After all she's been through?
Do you think she deserves to end up with a condemned man?
- Why not see what she says? - Cos I care for her too much.
Besides, if I have another turn,
then there'll be questions, a medical...
- I'll be invalided off the force. - Phil, you've only read one book.
She deserves better than this.
- Hey, what do you think? - ROSIE: Lovely.
Gina's done 'em for me.
- And my toenails. - DAVID: What for?
What for? You've seen nail polish before, haven't you?
Yeah, but not on you.
I think I might put my open-toed shoes on.
Oh. You're going out again, are you?
Yes. Why not?
It's...
It's just that I don't think
you should be seeing so much of this Mr Dobson, that's all.
How do you mean? I haven't seen him for years.
Well, exactly, so you don't know that much about him, do you?
It's just that... well, we've been told some things.
Oh?
Some things about him that you might not know.
Such as?
Such as... he doesn't drink or smoke.
Is that all?
No, there's more.
He's a teetotal, Methodist lay preacher.
And a vegetarian.
Did you put him up to this?
- No! He's just worried for you. - Oh, I bet.
Worried that I might find a bit of happiness.
That's not true.
There's nothing in here that I don't know already.
Oh?
And all it says is that Maurice is a good person.
Others should take note, including me.
How do you mean?
I've turned over a new leaf.
No more boozing, no more poaching.
There. I've said it and I feel better already.
Come on, David, I need you to drive me home.
I don't want to muck up my nails.
- PEGGY: Oscar. - David. Is it ready, then?
- Yeah, just finished it. - Good.
Then I can get on replacing Gina's windscreen.
You're a one-man disaster area, Oscar.
You're a lucky girl, Rosie.
Think of all the money I'm giving you.
- Are you off somewhere in a rush? - I'm off to where I was going
before that brick made an appearance.
Oh, well, take it easy. We're booked solid for the next few days.
Right.
ENGINE STARTS
OK.
Yeah, I've got that.
All right.
Thank you.
GEOFF: Bye.
Sarge has got wind of some stolen gear that's come onto our patch.
He wants us to stake out Reeks's sister as soon as possible.
- Come on, chop-chop. - I have to make a phone call first.
PHONE RINGS
- PC Walker. - GEOFF: ''Ey up, Rob.'
Geoff.
Like Phil said, Barry Taylor doesn't have a record.
But Ellen Taylor was better known as Nelly.
'She was married to a career criminal
by the name of Dougie Taylor.'
He was put away for a long stretch about ten years ago.
Don't tell me, the arresting officer was Oscar Blaketon.
And Dougie Taylor claimed
that he was convicted on fabricated evidence.
Good work, Geoff. Tell me, how did you get the info so quickly?
Well... I just phoned Alf at home.
CLEARS THROAT
Got to go. I'll see you.
ROB: Oscar?
Oscar.
Hi, Rob. He went out about minutes ago.
Do you know where?
Somewhere on the other side of Whitby, I think.
He went to check up on some caravan.
Hang on a minute, there's a cutting in here somewhere.
- Is Mrs Taylor here? - No, she's been out all day.
Here we go.
Can I use your phone?
- I need to talk to Sergeant Miller. - Yeah. Help yourself.
What's the matter? He's not in any trouble, is he?
STEAM TRAIN ROARS
MUSIC: 'Come and Stay with Me' by Marianne Faithfull
♪ And I'll forsake all of my life
♪ Yes, I'll be as true as true...
- Remember coming up here before? - Yes, I do.
It was here that we both decided
that we'd better go our separate ways.
Arrivederci. That was the last word you spoke to me.
Well, there was nothing else to be done.
No. These days perhaps it might have been different,
but not then.
Here we are again. Full circle.
♪ If you'll come and stay with me ♪
KNOCKS AT DOOR
NELLY: Come in.
OSCAR: Mrs Taylor.
Why didn't you say you were coming?
NELLY: That would have been telling.
NELLY: This is Barry.
- What's going on? - Pay-back time.
Justice for Dougie.
Dougie?
Twelve years ago, I was a brunette without glasses.
Barry, show him.
Not that you paid me much attention.
You were too busy stitching up Dougie and putting him away.
OSCAR: Well, well, well.
- Nelly Taylor. - NELLY: Oh, coming back, is it?
Oh, aye. I remember your Dougie was an out-and-out villain.
- Too clever for you plods, anyway. - Oh, really?
That's why you had to play dirty.
I'm not sure the law-abiding public would agree with you.
Your Dougie just ran out of luck. He got what he deserved.
Cancer? Is that what he deserved?
Cancer undiagnosed and untreated in prison?
I don't know anything about that.
Whatever his faults, he didn't deserve that.
I'd expected to spend my old age with the man I loved.
He d*ed within a year of coming out of prison.
Too ill to take revenge for what you did.
Well, now it's up to us.
TALKING AND LAUGHTER
PEGGY: Oh, dear. What a waste of time.
MAURICE: We mustn't waste the time we've got, Peggy.
I mean it. I'm talking marriage.
Whoa! Whoa, Maurice. Steady on.
Oh. I thought you felt the same.
Well, I do, but you've just taken my breath away.
Doesn't my cottage suit you?
It suits me very well. It's a lovely cottage.
Couldn't you share it with me?
Yes, Maurice. I think I could.
Oh! Of course it'll be an upheaval for the two of us,
but I know that David loves the seaside
and the changes'll do him good.
- David? - Yes.
Were you thinking of bringing him with you?
Well, I could hardly leave him on his own, now, could I?
But... he runs his own business.
He can run the taxi service from anywhere.
Can't he?
- It's not a problem for you, is it? - No.
No, of course not.
Geoff. I think we'll be all right here.
She's offered to make us a sandwich, as well.
Great. I say, if Reeks does turn up in his van, what are we going to do?
Well, we wait for him to unload and then we go in.
Geoff, you should leave some room for the arrest.
Sleep tight. Right.
CAR ENGINE STARTS
MUSIC: 'The Man I Love' by Billie Holiday
♪ The man I love
♪ And he'll be big and strong
♪ The man I love
♪ And when he comes my way... ♪
Oh. Going out again, are you?
Yes, I am.
You know, Aunt Peggy, you've changed so much
I hardly know you any more.
- How do you mean? - Oh, you know.
Not having a drink and looking in dress shop windows,
trying not to burp...
Well, it's never too late to change, David.
David... you'll never guess.
Maurice wants us to get married.
Married!
He's picking me up so we can go and make the arrangements.
Look, I know it's a shock, but be happy for me, please, love.
Oh, well... I suppose if you two are suited, then I am, yeah.
Oh, thank you! Oh, thank you, love!
Oh, don't look so worried.
I won't be leaving you on your own.
Now, you weren't thinking that, were you?
I wasn't thinking anything, really.
- You're coming with me, love. - Where to?
To his cottage. By the sea.
No, Peg. I'll live here. All my things are here.
There'll be plenty of room for them there.
Oh, you'll love it, David. Trust me.
MUSIC: 'When a Woman Loves a Man' by Billie Holiday
♪ But what does she care
♪ When a woman loves a man ♪
KNOCK AT DOOR
- ROB: Barry Taylor? - Yes.
Is your mother here?
BARRY: There's somebody here to see you.
Oh, Constable.
- You found your son, then. - Yes.
With or without the help of Oscar Blaketon?
He pointed me in the right direction.
- Do you know where he is now? - Afraid not.
He left Aidensfield intending to come here.
We haven't seen him, have we, Barry?
- No. - Right. OK.
ROB: Are you sure about that?
Maybe he called and nobody was here.
Or maybe he got more than he bargained for... Nelly.
Was it Barry who tampered with his car?
Did he throw the brick? Is this some sort of sick game?
Revenge on Oscar Blaketon for putting Dougie away?
Lies are what put Dougie away.
If there was fabricated evidence,
it had nothing to do with Oscar Blaketon.
He's as straight as a die. Everyone knows that.
More lies!
SIREN BLARES
- Where is he, Nelly? - You're too late.
Time and tide wait for no man.
ROB: Oscar! Oscar, it's Rob! Come on.
I reckon he's broken down, you know.
No, Auntie, he hasn't.
How do you know?
He's just been on t'telephone.
Why didn't you shout me?
Well, he sent a message.
What, has he been delayed?
- No. - What did he say?
He said he's sorry, but he's not coming.
- Why not? - Ties, he said.
What, he got ties?
No, but he said that you had. Do you know what he means?
Ties.
Yes, love, I think I do.
Anyway, he said to tell you,
Harry... I don't know. Something.
- Arrivederci. - Yeah, that was it.
- Are you coming in, then? - Yes, love.
Put the kettle on. I'll be in in a minute.
MUSIC: 'When a Woman Loves a Man' by Billie Holiday
♪ She'll say, "Yes, I know"
♪ But I love him so
♪ And that's how it goes
♪ When a woman loves a man ♪
- How is he? - Still dazed, but otherwise fine.
Have you tucked them up in the cells?
They're all yours. Well done.
Oh, erm... My bike, Sarge.
Oh, yes. Put in a report.
I'm sure HQ will get you another one.
Until then, I'm afraid it's the bus, or the station push bike for you.
Did we want another cuppa, she wants to know.
I wouldn't say no.
He's there.
- Hey? - Reeks.
Didn't you see him? Come on, Geoff, let's go.
MUSIC: 'Worry' by Free
Stop the van!
Pull over!
HEARTBEAT
Switch the engine off.
Phil!
No, you don't! Come here!
You're nicked.
Phil! Phil!
Phil!
Phil, are you all right?
Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance now!
Phil! Phil!
Come on, Phil, open your eyes. It's Geoff.
Come on, Phil! Breathe for me.
Phil!