06x03 - Forget Me Not

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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?

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

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

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

Hello Mr Davis.

Oh, hello.

Not working today?

Half day, of course.

New neighbours arrived then?

Oh yes.

I think there's one more
case in the back there.

Welcome to Aidensfield.

Put it in the kitchen. Is that alright?

Yeah, I know.

Just going to pack the bags in the back.

I see her, facing the
baby, I got the feeling.

Is that it?

Yeah.

You must be joking Gina.

You're going to love it Anton, honest.

I wish you'd told your uncle, that's all.

I will, as soon as we get there.

Oh come on Anton, at least we'll
be together. That's the main thing.

It's a long drive from
Liverpool George, stop fretting.

I should never have let her go home, never.

Oh come on, it was only for
one night, she needed a break.

Yeah, but what if she's not
back to cook the dinners?

She will be.

Then where will I be?
I wish I'd never started on this fool Ark.

Progress George,
that's what it's all about.

Actually, I wanted to have a word
with you about your catering George.

Don't you think it's a bit
strange, that you're not doing it?

I'm not doing anything
about your catering George.

Don't you think your menus are
a little bit, you know... Repetitive.

Bernie, a little bit repetitive.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean everybody's doing
this food in a basket like, aren't they?

Why don't you do something different?

Watch it George, he's up to no good.

You've got some Patience,
you can go and make Phil worse.

Thanks for the messages.

I mean, why don't you do roast pheasant?

Told you.

No, I'm not falling for that one,
especially not from you Claude.

I've got some beautiful birds George,
there's not a better shot in them.

I expect they all died from natural causes.

It's a good job I think
you're a wonderful person.

Well, what do you think?

No, pheasant's take too much preparation.

I'll pluck them for you.

Well, I'll get somebody
to do it, like, you know.

Nah, they'll be too expensive.

Look, roast
pheasant... Oh, Nick.

Is it right somebody's
moved into Plum Cottage?

Can I have a word?

I never let my friends
down, I've never made a fool.

I can't wait for you to meet everyone.

I've had a call from the
Cooper over at Ray now.

Really? And?

Apparently, someone's been getting
into his pens, taking his pheasants.

Oh, I see, and with your nasty,
suspicious policeman's mind,

you're putting it all down
to the local scapegoat.

Well, you have my permission
to search my entire premises.

Let me know if you hear anything, OK?

Huey!

Hi, everyone.

This is Anton.

All right.

Here, this is for you.

Thank you very much.

See you.

Is he there?

Hello. Hi.

This is no surprise.

I didn't come to see
you, I came to see Katie.

Didn't I?

Yeah.

Yeah, and he's in the
cottage on the left-hand side.

That's it. OK?

Thanks.

Ah, thanks, Eileen. Thanks.

Actually, I came to ask for
some help with a school project.

Won't take long.

Oh.

Agentsville Police.

Oh, hello, Mr Davis.

I see.

Can't this wait till later?

Right.

Well, I can come now if you're worried.

Right away. Yeah.

OK.

Alan Davis?

Yeah.

Finish your tea.

It won't be anything important,
you know what he's like.

No, I'd better go. Sorry about this.

It'll only take a minute.

I'll phone you later. OK.

His life's not his own half the time.

So I see.

It wasn't really a problem for Kate.

Being a doctor, she was in the
same boat, so she understood.

A lot of women wouldn't, though.

I tried knocking, but I didn't answer.

I didn't know what else to do.
Yeah, no, it's all right.

I mean, first there was
this terrible loud howl,

and then crashing noises, like
someone was throwing things around.

You're quite sure it was from next door?

Oh, yes.
I'd never heard anything like it, Mr Rowan.

Not from a grown man.
It made me shiver all over.

Right.

PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

Yes.

Well, I was just checking
you're all right, sir.

Any reason why I shouldn't be?

Well, we've had reports of some
strange noises coming from your house.

Noises?

Yeah, like someone in distress.

Really?

Are you here on your own, sir?

Yes.

Look, all right. I'm single.

I've just come back from Africa.

I'm here to write a book.
And the name's Shaw.

Will that satisfy the Bush telegraph?

And I definitely haven't
heard any funny noises.

Right, well, I'll leave you in peace, sir.

I don't mean to be nosy.
We're a small community.

We like to keep an eye on each other.

Evidently.

Steve! Work for us.

Oh, come on, Uncle George.
He's a qualified chef.

We're dead lucky to have him, you know.

He's been working in this big
posh restaurant in Liverpool.

Yes, but I don't want any fancy stuff.

He knows that. It's fine.

Look, the main thing is I can be in
the bar with you all the time, see?

Instead of being rushed off
my feet with all the cooking.

Well, what does he charge?

Twelve quid a week.

Ought to cook a few chips.

Yeah, ought to have had my pheasant.

What am I going to do?

Him and send him packing.

Can't. Jean is soft on him.

Good evening. What can I do for you?
My name's Fennick.

I'm looking for bed and
breakfast and an evening meal.

These pans are knackered, Uncle George.

Or possibly just a sandwich?

Mr Proctor?

Mr Proctor, I've come
for a copy of the list.

I'm sorry?

I understand you keep the bird list.

I'm out of the moors for the weekend,
so all local gen gratefully received.

I beg your pardon?

You are Proctor, I take it?

Who?

Kevin Proctor? Secretary of the
North Riding Bird Watching Club?

No.

Well, I was given this address.

I'm sorry, but the name's Davis.
Alan Davis.

How extraordinary. I must have
been given the wrong information.

You don't know where I
might find Mr Proctor, do you?

No.

Perhaps your wife might know?

Look, I haven't got a wife and
I've never heard of a Mr Proctor.

Ah. Well, it's a lovely spot, anyway.

Yes. Now, if you'll excuse
me, I am in a little bit of a hurry.

Sorry to have troubled you.

It's the Davis now, is it?

Come on, come on, come on. Out.

Go on, go on. In you go.

Come on, in you go. Run.

Come on. Come on.

That's it.

Morning, Margaret.

If he's wondering why I'm late, can
you tell him I had to pick my television

up from the repairers?

Alan says he's sorry he's late, Edward.

Tell him to sort out
the sh**ting stockings.

Edward says, could you sort
out the sh**ting stockings?

Tell him if he wants them
sorted, he can sort them himself.

I am sick of this, I am.

Morning.

Shh. He's falling, Gina.

I've got two tickets for a concert.

Herman's Helmets.

Hermits.

She's engaged.

You're in more ways
than one, sir, aren't you?

What are you talking about?

Well, Gina and Anton.

New chef at the pub.
By all accounts, she's all over him.

Me?

Yeah.

Well, I don't care.

Which of your many meals is this, Ventress?

Breakfast, dinner, tea?
Or is it some in between?

Mr Davis rang, Rowan.
Pump Cottage is Aidensfield.

So what is it this time?

He's mistaken for an
ornithologist and he's worried.

Eh?

I didn't understand it either,
but luckily he's on your patch.

Herman's Helmets.

He's looking for someone
to go with him, sir.

Ah.

Well, if it was Shirley
Bassey, I might have done.

Perfect.

♪ It's a little lightning ♪

♪ I've seen bad times today ♪

♪ Don't go around tonight ♪

♪ Well, if you finally take your time ♪

♪ There's a bad moon on the rise ♪

♪ There's a bad moon on the rise ♪

- Oh, hello, Margaret.

Yes, it's Alan.

Are you alone?

Now listen, these flowers, it
was you that sent them, wasn't it?

This bunch of forget-me-nots.

Margaret?

- Just in, Mr. Venick.

- Yes, marvelous day.

- Bit dark for bird watching, isn't it?

- Yes, I went a bit
further than I intended.

- Is she out of her golden eagles?

- Yes, the man's out of things.

- Magnificent birds, eagles.

- Wonderful creatures.

- Bit unfortunate to spot them, though.

Seem they've not been seen
around here for about years.

- My shoulder.

- Sharp.

- I can't believe it.

And top.

- No good, Mr. Shaw.

Her mind's on other things these days.

- Sharp.

- Okay, I'm coming.

- And?

Same again, is it?

- A double.

- I'm gonna persuade you to
have something to me to say, too.

- No, thanks.

- He knocks him back a bit, doesn't he?

- That's Africa for you.

- You all right?

- Hey, Phil.

- Hiya.

- I've, um...
- Hey, you haven't met Anton, have you?

Anton!

He's a great laugh, you know, Phil.

He went to the same school as Ringo.

Can you imagine that?

I was just saying, you know, the Beatles.

This is Phil, by the way.

He's a policeman.

- Oh, you're the local Mr. Plod, are you?

- Hi.

- Hello?

Hello?

Who is that, please?

Hello?

Look, I know you're there, you know.

I can hear you breathing.

Is that Edward?

Is that who it is, Edward?

Margaret?

You all right, sir?

- Relatively.

- Sorry?

- All right is a relative term.

- Yeah, staggering all
over the place, he was.

- Poor man, living out
there all on his own.

Do I gather Joe might be coming round?

- Possibly.

- Right.

Well, I'm only over at
Rita's, so I won't be late.

- Okay.

Joe?

- So, I thought I'd show
you what I've done so far,

and you can tell me what I've
left out or what I've got wrong.

- Did you draw this?

- Nick, are you gonna pay attention?

- Yeah, yeah, sorry, miss.

- Right.

♪ Help, I need somebody ♪

♪ Help, not just anybody ♪

♪ Help, you don't need someone ♪

♪ Help ♪

- That's great, thanks a lot.

- Well, you don't have
to go just yet, do you?

- Well, I think I'd better
before Eileen gets back.

- Why?

Well, what do you mean?

- Well, you know.

- No, no, I don't, tell me.

- Well, I'm just not sure how she
feels about me being here, that's all.

Sometimes I feel like a bit of an intruder.

- That's the darkest thing I've ever heard.

Eileen likes you.

She's pleased I got some
company for a change.

- So there haven't been
great streams of girlfriends?

- No, no, I think Eileen was
rather hoping that you might.

- What?

Start the ball rolling?

- Yeah, yeah, something like that.

- Well, you better set it straight then.

Tell her you're not my type.

- No?

- You're too old.

- I see.

- And I made a solemn promise
never to go out with a policeman.

- Well, that's a pity.

- Mr. Rowan!

Mr. Rowan!

Mr. Rowan!

Oh, Mr. Rowan.

It was this window here, Mr. Rowan.

I definitely heard it slide open.

And then I saw a shadow on the wall.

- Is the back door open?

- Yes.

- It's all okay, Mr. Davis.

There's nothing to worry about.

- Yes, but strange things have
been happening all day, Mr. Rowan.

I've been getting these
phone calls, and those flowers,

and that man who
thought I was a bird expert.

- Well, I'm sure they've all
got a rational explanation.

Can I?

- Oh.

- Thank you.

Are you gonna be all right?

- I suppose so.

- All right, well, just give
me a call if you're worried.

All right, good night.

- Good night.

- Mr. Rowan!

Mr. Rowan!

- Who is she, then?

- I don't know, Sarge.

- Any bright ideas, Bellamy?

- I didn't think so.

- Where exactly were these footprints?

- In the flowerbed, Sarge.

Just outside the sitting room window.

- I think it must have
been a practical joke.

It's got to be.

Kids fooling around.

- I doubt it, Alf.

The footprints were size .

- Leave it.

- Leave it?

- It's obvious it's a domestic.

The man's fathered a
child, hence the photograph.

- Oh, no, no, no.

I don't think so, Sarge.

Not Alan Davis.

- Fathered a child, and
the woman wants money.

- He lived with his mother for years.

- Well, plenty of men live
with their mothers, Ventress.

Does it mean they can't procreate?

- But he isn't the type.

He doesn't have girlfriends.

- I'm not arguing.

I want it left, that's all.

- But the man was terrified, Sarge.

- Leave it!

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Don't you dare blame me for this one.

It's just arrived by the second post.

Tell him to look after
the customer, Margaret.

- Blimey, John, how much further?

- About two miles.

- When's Mr. Hunt coming?

- Tomorrow.

Thought I was being ready for him.

- Mr. Shaw?

- Yes.

- Eileen Reynolds.

I saw you move in the other day.

I wondered if you'd like a cake.

- Oh, um.

- I know how it is.

Everything in boxes, no food in the house.

- Thank you very much.

- How are you getting on?

Have you worked out the
dreaded back boiler yet?

- Um.

- Mrs. Watson let me into it secret.

It's all to do with the damper.

Perhaps I could show you.

- You'll have to tell
us more, Mr. Davies,

if you want to be
taken seriously.

- Who is she?

Come on, you must know.

- I don't, I swear to you, I don't.

- Well, let's put it another way, shall we?

Whoever it is singeing at these
certainly knows all about you, don't they?

Where you work, where you live.

- Perhaps if you told
us who your friends are.

- Well, since mother died, I'd
rather keep myself to myself.

I tend to Bury myself in my work, the shop.

- Spanton, Sarge.

Just across the way.

- Who else works in this shop?

- My wife and I know nothing
about these photographs.

The whole idea is preposterous.

- We're just trying to
establish the facts, sir.

- And the facts are that Alan
and I are business partners.

And the last thing we'd ever
do is send each other silly letters.

Someone, for reasons
unknown, has got it in for Alan.

You get that sort of thing in villages.

- Do you?

- Look, I am extremely busy.

- And so am I, Mr. Bracewell.

Far too busy to waste
my time on a domestic

matter when it's
painfully obvious to me

that somebody, somewhere,
is not telling us all they know.

- Excuse me, officer.

I'm really sorry about my husband,
but the fact is that he and Alan

have not been on speaking
terms since Christmas.

Forward, left a bit,
and then forward again.

That's the trick.

And then it'll draw properly,
and you'll get plenty of hot water

without having to use the immersion.

- Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

- Well, I must be off.

Oh, are these...
- They're my children, yes.

- Oh, they're lovely.

When will we be seeing them?

- You won't.

My wife and I are separated.

- I'm sorry.

- Now, if you'll excuse me.

- Yes, of course.

- Oh!

Love a room with books.

Pop in and see us down at
the police house sometime.

You'd be most welcome.

- Watching the nip?

- The nip?

I told you, I want a plain
simple food and nothing fancy.

- Spaghetti isn't fancy
if everyone eats it.

- Out of a tin and on toast,
maybe, but not stuff like this.

- They'll like it.

They'll think we're moving with the times.

- Hey, Uncle George, how'd you
tell her spaghetti's cooked all up?

- What?

Hey, watch out!

- If it sticks, it's done.

- Oh.

And don't you Uncle George me, young man.

It's Mr. Ward to you.

- I'll see him again, sir.

- Yet another customer who
won't be eating here tonight.

- I doubt if anyone will once
they know what they're in for.

- Oh, what's that?

- Spaghetti.

- You what?

- He's gonna cook spaghetti.

Not proper spaghetti, great long stuff.

- That is proper spaghetti, George.

It grows on trees.

I bet you half a crown you
couldn't eat some, Claude.

- You what?

- Well, there's a special knack.

- There's a, how much
did you say, half a crown?

- Yeah.

- You're on.

- Any ideas?

- No.

- You don't remember seeing her, do you?

- No, at least.

- Yeah?

- I don't know her, but I feel as
if I've seen this picture before.

- Where?

- In the paper, on the telly.

I don't know, Nick, I'm
probably talking a load of rubbish.

- Control to Delta Alpha Two Four.

- I'll leave you to it.

I'm going to try out
Gina's Italian evening.

- All right, well, thanks, Maggie.

Delta Alpha Two Four receiving.

Hello, Phil.

We've had a call from Mr. Davis.

There's a doctor stuck
on his wardrobe door.

- Aye?

- That's what he said.

- Hiya, how are you?

- Ooh.

- Oh, that looks delicious, Alan.

- There you are, sir.

- Can't give you a knife.

- You don't need a knife
to eat spaghetti, Bernie.

Didn't I ever tell you
about them Italian prisoners

that were billeted on
our farm during the w*r?

- No, you didn't.

- No, well, you can
just tirra foire il soldi.

- What's that mean?

- Get my half-crown out.

- Dr. Kildare, isn't it?

Off television.

- Yeah.

- I'm not stopping here alone after this.

- Yeah, all right, Mr. Davis.

- Well, it wouldn't be safe.

- Why would someone want to put a
picture of Dr. Kildare on your wardrobe?

- Well, I don't know, but
I'm not staying here alone.

Not with a death threat hanging over me.

- Yeah, well, you won't have to.

PC Bellum is gonna stop with you.

- What?

- I can't leave him here on his own, can I?

State he's in.

- Yeah, but this is your patch.

- And I've got to be at
the police house, haven't I?

Yeah, that's all right, Mr. Davis.

Phil's gonna stop with you and
take you into Ashfordly in the morning.

We can go through the whole
thing with Sergeant Blaketon, okay?

Well, cheer up, that's a
nice, comfy sofa downstairs.

- I don't believe this.

- You'll be all right on your own, then?

- Oh, yes, thank you, now that it's light.

- You follow me straight in?

- Yeah, five minutes, Mr. Bellamy.

I like to leave the house nice, that's all.

- All right, well, I'll see
you at the station, then.

And thanks for the porridge.

- Hello?

- Ah, there you are, Rowan.

Have you seen Davis anywhere?

- Well, no.

I thought he was coming
home with you, Phil.

- No, he said he wanted
to follow in his own car.

- Well, back on your
bike and go and find him.

♪ I hear hurricanes a-flowing ♪

♪ I know the end is coming soon ♪

♪ I feel the river overflowing ♪

♪ I hear the voice of wreckage and ruin ♪

♪ Don't go around tonight ♪

♪ Well, it's bound to take your life ♪

♪ There's a bad mood on the rise ♪

♪ Oh, right ♪

- You sure you're told in the right place?

- Of course I'm sure.

- Yeah, still no sign, Sarge.

His car's still here, but the
front door was left wide open.

Over.

- Okay, lock up and get back here.

Over.

- Right you are, Sarge.

- Mr. Shaw?

- Yes?

- I'm looking for your neighbor, Mr. Davis.

- Sorry?

- Have you seen him this morning?

- No.

- Would you know if he's had any visitors?

- No, look, I'm sorry, I
haven't seen anybody.

- First we had these, then these
two photographs, and finally, this.

And now, Mr. Bracewell, he's vanished.

So where is he?

- Are you accusing me of
something, Mr. Blaketon?

- You tell me.

- I'm calling my solicitor.

- Fine, but before you
do, just tell me one thing.

Why is it that you
and Mr. Davis have not

been on speaking terms
since last Christmas?

- What?

- Come on, Mr. Bracewell.

We know the situation.

You're not being straight with
us, are you, Mr. Bracewell?

What's going on in that shop of yours, eh?

Look.

Could I have a word in private, please?

♪ Don't go around tonight ♪

♪ Let's find and take your light ♪

♪ There's a bad mood on the rise ♪

- Oh no, not another one.

- Right, Mr. Bracewell.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Well, well, well.

Very interesting.

It seems that your Mr. Davis Ventress,

the man that you said
never had any girlfriends,

has been having a
passionate love affair

with Bracewell's wife
for the past years.

- Anne Davis?

- And last Christmas, Bracewell
found out and all hell broke loose.

It's like I said from the
beginning, it's a simple domestic.

- Yeah, but Sarge.

- And the joker is Davis himself.

- He?

- He sent the letters to himself.

- Well, even I don't get that.

- Self-dramatization, it's called,
Bellamy, drawing attention to oneself.

- But he's disappeared, Sarge.

- Exactly.

He staged his own disappearance.

- Davis was genuinely frightened.

I know he was.

- I'll say no more, Rowan.

Just get back to Aidensfield,
get on with your normal duties.

- Hey, Bernie, is that
birdwatching bloke been in?

- No.

- I've got a feeling he's
a plainclothes copper.

- Mr. Fenning?

- Ah, and I think he's after us.

It's not just him, there's three of them.

One's parked in a car atop of my
road, the other two are out on the moors.

They've got bins trained
on our pheasant pen.

Hey, over here, Rowan.

- He's not in here, nor is he.

- I don't know, I'm not
waiting to find out, come on.

- Hello again, Mr. Shaw.

- Hey, you.

You haven't kissed me for ages.

- Gina, just let me get
my chips in, will ya?

- Come on.

- So, how's the book coming along?

- Sorry?

- The book.

- Oh, yes, um, it's all right.

- What is it, a novel?

- No, no, a dull old textbook, I'm afraid.

- Well, medical?

- Good Lord, no.

It's nothing like that.

- Gina!

- Uncle George, get some water, quick!

- No, no water, no water!

- No, Anton, don't!

- No, be careful, be careful!

- Do something, Uncle George!

- Gina, get the door, quick!

- Fire, help, Nick, fire!

- Anton, be careful!

Anton!

- Nick!

- It's all right, Anton.

It's out, it's out, it's out, it's out.

It's okay.

You're gonna be fine.

Fill the sink with cold water.

Got a first aid box?

- Yes.

- See if there's any inhibitane
and some clean gauze.

- What are we gonna do?

- Move 'em, of course.

- Wouldn't it be better just to let 'em go?

- I'm not chucking good money
away for you or anybody else, mate.

- Look, Claude, it was your idea.

I only came in with the sufferance.

- You're in it as deep as I am, so
stop mithering or I'll put you in a bag.

- Second degree burns to both
hands and arms, plus a sharp, all right?

I'll be all right on me own.

- Don't be silly.

- Gina, I don't want
you with me, all right?

- Oh, it's open.

- I'm off.

- Where are you going?

- I don't care about the pheasants, Claude.

You can have 'em.

- Shut it!

- Can I come in for a minute?

- What happened?

You lost?

- Sorry, Mr. Fennecke.

Had to stop for a while.

I waited a long time for this.

- Where is he?

- He's up there, quite a way.

- Let's go.

- Mr. Davis has had some
rather strange mail recently.

It's addressed to him by name.

The other thing is, it doesn't
seem to relate to him at all.

Like it's been some sort of mix-up.

Does that mean anything to you?

- No, sorry.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.

- Those burns rather well, Mr. Shaw.

Very professional.

- It's just a first aid course.

- Well, let me know if
you have any more ideas.

About these.

Right.

Well, thanks for your time.

- Thanks.

- Are you there?

- Is Nick in?

- No, he's out on his beach.

- Yeah, you better get
on the phone to Blaketon.

Tell him to get over
here as fast as he can.

All right.

Hey, I'm not having him on.

I'm dead serious.

- I'll see if I can find Nick.

- They're never about when you want them.

- Right, he's in here.

You all right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where
are you going with that?

That's not loaded, is it?

You said you were only gonna scare him.

- I'm gonna dispose of him, Mr. Fennick.

- Dispose of him?

- Look, no one knows
Dr. Grahame's even in the district.

He's living under a false name.

That's the beauty of it.

- You're not actually gonna k*ll him?

- He k*lled Lorraine.

- Yeah, but he served his time.

- Six months!

- He suffered.

He's lost his wife, his kids.

- Six months for taking a life
and you think that's enough?

- It wasn't criminal, it was negligence.

- He was drunk!

He gave her the wrong
injection, he k*lled her!

- I know.

- And then he lied, he changed
the record, tried to cover it up.

- Look, in my book,
that's m*rder, Mr. Fennick.

- What's going on?

- Look, I don't want
nothing to do with this.

- Look, get in there.

Quick, in there, both of you!

Put your foot down, carry it down.

This is as fast as he goes.

- Pam!

- Over in the corner, both of you.

- You've got the wrong man.

- What?

I couldn't have.

- This isn't him, you fool!

- All right, come on, I know where we are.

- That's not Dr. Graham!

- What do you mean, it must be him.

The removal form described it exactly.

Up the lanes to the left, main line zone.
- Shh, shh, shh.

- Go ahead, Rob.

- You all right?

Sarge.

Get back, over there.

- Come on, sir.

Just put down the g*n, otherwise
you'll be in serious trouble.

- I've got nothing left to lose.

Not since Lorraine died.

- Who's Lorraine, sir?

- She was my little angel.

Five years old,
all life before her.

- Look, it's nothing to do with me.

I didn't know what he intended.

I'm just a private detective.

- All right, here you go.

- I didn't know he had a g*n.

- It'll be sorted out down at the station.

- So, you think that Shaw
has stopped a crime, do you?

- Definitely, Sarge.

- Well, let's pay him
a little visit, shall we?

- You're a dark horse,
Alan, and no mistake.

- I beg your pardon?

- You and your lady friend.

You may have a quiet drink later,
and you can tell me all about it.

- On tea, total.

- It's no purposes.

- You better be right about this, Rowan.

- Sarge.

- Knowing exactly what he
was doing, he was a doctor.

He knew it was a lethal dose.

- But it wasn't your fault.

- I just, I just think I hadn't shown
him the pictures of the little girl.

- It would have happened anyway.

You said he was drinking himself to death.

He obviously couldn't live with the guilt.

- I'll clean the mess up.

If you want anything else
done, you can do it yourself.

- So, we're there.

- Loverboy's gone back to Liverpool.

- Gina?

Hey, come on.

Hey, you forgot that, look.

Oh, come on.

You'll get over it.

- I won't.

I love him.

- You hardly knew him.

Hey, Gina, look, if George
will let you off tonight,

I've got two tickets for Herman's Hermits.

- You what?

- Herman's Hermits.

- Have you?

- Come on, Nick.

Are you gonna cheer up and
buy me another drink or what?

Come to think of it, I am starving.

- Well, I don't forget
much to eat in here tonight.

Stay, Gina.

- Uncle George.

Uncle George, can you
manage on your own tonight?

We're gonna go see Herman's Hermits.

- Well, how?

- Thanks.

- Oh, so much for Anton.

♪ Heartbeat, why do you miss ♪

♪ When my baby kisses me ♪.

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

♪ In my memory ♪