♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
♪ People try to put us down
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ Just because we get around
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ Things they do look awful cold
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ Hope I die before I get old
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ This is my generation, my generation, baby
♪ Why don't you all f-f-f-fade away
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ Don't try and dig what we all say
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ I'm not trying to cause a big sensation
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ I'm talking 'bout my generation
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ This is my generation
♪ My generation, baby ♪
Yee-ha!
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ Don't try and dig what we all say
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ I'm not trying to cause a big sensation
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ I'm talking 'bout my generation
♪ Talking 'bout my generation
♪ This is my generation
♪ My generation, baby
♪ My generation ♪
Ey-up, the Noddy Mob's here, toy bikes, an' all!
♪ Set me free, why don't you, baby?
♪ Get out of my life, why don't you, baby?
♪ Cos you don't really love me
♪ You just keep me hanging on
♪ You don't really need me ♪
Oi! Where'd you get these from?
Bought 'em this morning.
They're horrible. They smell of smoke.
They're not fire-damaged stock.
What makes you say that?
Well, cause they're not.
Which means they are. Get rid of them, Claude.
Can't. I've paid readies for this lot!
You're wasting your breath, son.
Nick, some rockers have just arrived. Look like trouble.
Expecting anyone?
Could be from Whitby.
Thanks, Maggie.
Maggie! How'd you get on with Mrs. Sutcliffe?
It's a boy. Sixteen hours labour.
Mind you, what do you expect?
The last one took even longer!
How about you? Any sign of action?
I think I felt a bit of a twinge last night, climbing the upstairs.
You have more false alarms than Claude's dog has fleas.
Hey, watch it, or I'll send over his dad round to see you!
He's a boxer!
Maggie...
- Oh, no! - Go on.
I hoped you might show.
I'm in uniform, you berk!
I had noticed.
So, what do you think of swinging Aidensfield?
I thought the only swinging round here was done by cow-tails.
♪ Set me free, why don't you, babe
Come on. Come on!
♪ You say that you still care for me
♪ But your heart is so meant to be free
♪ Now that you've got your freedom
♪ You wanna still hold on to me
♪ You don't want me for yourself
♪ So let me find somebody else
♪ Why don't you be a man about it
♪ And set me free
♪ Cos you don't really love me ♪
Come on, lads, let's have some fun.
From Whitby, right?
What about it?
Oh nothing. Not so long as you get on your bikes and go back there.
Who are you to tell us what to do?
You've been boozing that bars for a start.
- Think we're scared of you? - Now, come on.
Your mod nancy boys not up to handling us, eh?
- Greasy git! - Yeah, alright.
Leave it, Ollie!
Drop him, darling. You're wasting time.
Could do better.
Are you leaving?
Forget it.
Don't want the little mods wetting themselves, do we?
Flaming kids.
Got all the charm of an open grave!
♪ I've got arms that long to hold you
♪ And keep you by my side ♪
Look at me! I'm a total wreck!
You look great, Gina.
Well, I don't feel it.
Serves me right, putting me neck on the line for this ball.
It's been a huge success!
We nearly didn't get the hall, you know.
It's your Nick that swung it for us.
Let's hope there's enough room on the dance floor for me.
Come on.
What have you been up to?
Come on, let's dance.
Like the old days.
REVVING ENGINE, SCREECH OF TYRES
Come on!
What the hell do you think you're playing at?
♪ Twist and shout
♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on, baby now
♪ Come on and work it on out
♪ Work it on out
♪ Work it on out now work it on out
♪ You know you look so good
♪ Look so good
♪ You really got me going now ♪
Putting him through his paces?
Oh, I was all-nighting when he was in short trousers
dreaming about ... sets!
Constable Rowan! You guaranteed me that there'd be no trouble.
There weren't any till you arrived, Stanton.
Oh you think so, do you?
Then see what they're doing to your van out there!
♪ You know you twist so fine
♪ Twist so fine ♪
I'll check it out. I need the fresh air.
I've got nothing against young people enjoying themselves,
but not if it encourages hooligans!
What's going on?
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
Get out of it! You'll get my twelve-bore up your backside!
Hey! Look what's going on here!
Hey, get out of there!
Don't just stand there, do something about it.
Turn your engine off! What do you think you're doing?
I want this event stopped, Constable Rowan!
- Dad! - You keep out of this!
There is trouble, it's outside.
SCREAMS
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry,
there's seems to be a bit of trouble outside.
If you'll just bear with us, stay inside while we sort it.
Alright. Thank you.
All right, Phil?
Great!
Oh, this is going to go down well with Blaketon, isn't it?
I'm going to have that one.
Hey! You took your time, didn't you? Look at this lot.
You got much damage?
Let's just say at a time like this I wish I had some insurance.
Yeah, alright, back in a minute.
You better bring cellotape.
Anything serious?
Just a few minor cuts from glass.
It's going to take a bit of time.
Maggie, could you drop Kate off?
Sure.
- Is that alright? - Yeah, fine.
I'll be back in a minute.
Hey, the mob who did this, do you know them?
Like I said, Whitby.
And who's the bigmouth who did the talking?
Not sure.
You owe him no favours, Ollie.
I said I don't know, all right?
I'll go round tomorrow and put you through your paces.
You're a hard woman, Maggie.
Get away with you!
- Bye. - Bye.
Hello there.
You're looking for something?
What's up?
Mr. Rowan, the lad you want, his name's Roger Wellins.
Any idea where I might find him?
He hangs around that rocker caff near the front in Whitby.
Alright. Thanks for letting me know, Julie.
Better you sort him before others.
Who?
Well, Ollie and the rest.
He thinks that rocker Roger fancies me or something.
I dunno.
After what they did to the lad's scooters and the hall here,
work it out for yourself, Mr. Rowan.
Room service.
- This is lovely. - There you go.
You stink of paint.
Got something to show you.
What?
Look in on the nursery when you get up.
I've got to hand my report in.
You take it easy today.
You worry about you. Leave me to worry about us.
I warned you it would end in tears, Rowan!
It's hooliganism masquerading as youth activity.
It wasn't the village kids, sarge. It was that Whitby lot.
Oh, you guaranteed there'll be no trouble.
Made yourself a hostage to fortune.
I mean, you do represent the law in Aidensfield.
Well, helping kids to help themselves can prevent crime, sarge.
It's good policing.
Not when it brings the wrath of influential businessmen
like Mr. Stanton down on our heads.
Mr. Stanton's also a prominent member of our local council.
The expert on the blindingly obvious has spoken.
Thank you, Ventress.
Now look, mend fences with Stanton.
He's worried about his daughter Julie running around with these lads.
So just find out who's responsible for these malicious damage
and arrest them!
Here, Alf...
Sarge!
What is it?
Well, I thought this piece was lead, but it's hallmarked.
Solid gold, sarge.
Now, why would a hooligan chuck a gold bar through a window?
Well, they wouldn't have known, would they?
It was framed and painted.
If it is gold, it must have been nicked.
You all right, grandma?
Don't be cheeky! Off you go!
Quick! Get off!
Hello, Netty. Unexpected guests?
Oh, Doctor Rowan! I never expected you to come today.
I don't know what they're doing back around here like that.
- I've brought you your pills. - Oh, ta.
I thought you'd given up attending to folk just now.
Still keeping an eye on my special people.
Ah, since you're here, you'll have time for a cup of tea, won't you?
If the kettle's on.
It will be as soon as I've tidied up here.
Do you know Netty, this is the first time
I've really noticed your wishing-well.
Ah. Well, I hate to see it untidy.
Arthur used to attend to it practically every day.
Is it a real wishing-well?
Perhaps it is.
Arthur used to say that years ago
pilgrims used to come, and offered money and valuables and such like.
- Oh. - It brought good luck.
Well, we could all do with some of that.
What do you have to do to make a wish?
Well, you bring your offering...
...anything valuable
and say what you want best to happen.
Sounds like a good deal to me.
Come in please, gentlemen.
This is high quality gold bullion.
The type used by wholesale jewellers like ourselves.
Oh, can you identify where it came from?
Oh, yes.
The bullion mark is a serial number.
- I'll drop a report for you. - Alright, thanks.
May I ask how you came by this?
It was found in your village hall last night, Mr. Stanton.
You found it in Aidensfield?
It was used to smash a window.
A valuable object like this?
Yeah, whoever threw it obviously didn't know it was gold.
Obviously!
That figure on it, do you know what it is?
It's a representation of some kind of goddess figure.
Does it mean anything?
Oh, no, no, no.
It's far too crudely executed to be identified with any certainty.
Does this mean it was thrown by one of those lads?
Looks like it.
The quicker you do something about them, the better!
How are you feeling?
Since you ask, I'm jiggered.
Not overdoing the active pregnancy bit, I hope?
No, sergeant.
I've practically cut out anything to do with work.
Thanks.
Well, your haemoglobin checks show you're still anaemic.
Perhaps you ought to think about boosting your iron intake.
Oh, no more pills, Maggie, please!
No. Starting today, a course of injections.
I'm almost there. Is it worth it?
Oh, don't worry.
By the time I'm finished with you, you'll feel like jumping the garden gate.
Well, thank you, sir.
We need to find out where that gold bar came from, Rowan.
We do have a lead, sarge.
Well, give it top priority!
- I'll need to take Phil Bellamy. - Why?
Well, he saw who threw it.
Well, that's a good enough reason.
♪ Is she really going out with him?
♪ Well, there she is. Let's ask her.
♪ Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?
♪ Mm-hm
♪ Gee, it must be great riding with him.
♪ Is he picking you up after school today?
♪ By the way, where'd you meet him?
♪ I met him at the candy store
♪ He turned around and smiled at me. You get the picture?
♪ Yes, we see ♪
TALKING AND LAUGHTER
♪ They said he came from the wrong side of town
♪ They told me he was bad
♪ I know he was sad ♪
Do you recognise anyone, Phil?
That's him down there.
Alright, come on, let's have a word.
♪ I had to tell my friends we were through
Give us a kiss, love.
Get lost!
♪ All I could do was cry
♪ I'm sorry I hurt you, leader of the pack ♪
REVVING MOTORCYCLE ENGINE
Get lost!
♪ I felt so helpless. What could I do? ♪
Where is he going?
♪ Remembering all the things we've been through
♪ In school, they all stop and stare
♪ I couldn't hide the tears, but I don't care
♪ I'll never forget him, the leader of the pack ♪
SCREECH
I'd like a word with you.
There were others there too, you know.
Why just pick on me?
You broke the window.
You were seen by a police witness.
Do what you like. I've said all I've to say.
We want to know where you found this.
You don't want to do time, do you?
We could charge you with assaulting a police officer.
I just picked it up.
Pull the other one.
It's true.
We were passing the stuff we turfed off that old truck.
The one parked outside the village hall?
Aye.
Belonged to some old bloke in an army greatcoat.
Greengrass.
If you come for eggs, you're out of luck.
They are not laying.
The idea is just stay alive, not to die of food poisoning.
Anything gone missing from your truck the other night, Claude?
There weren't much left.
What about this?
Oh, that's a ..., a charm I had hanging in the cab.
It's supposed to bring you luck.
Which you've just run out of. Get in the car.
What's the charge?
We're taking you down for questioning. Get in the car!
Come on, son.
Here, hang onto him for a minute.
Rowan, do something with this.
This place is getting worse than Russia.
I mean I wouldn't mind, but I'm the flaming victim!
We just want to know where you got this from, Greengrass.
I acquired it through the natural course of my commercial activities.
Tell us more.
Why should I tell you lot owt?
Cause you're in trouble, that's why.
Oh yeah.
I'm all in trouble over a lump of lead
that's big enough to roof a sparrow's nest.
Not lead, Greengrass.
Gold.
What?
Stolen gold bullion, which you admit was in your possession.
What's wrong, Greengrass?
Have you lost your sense of humour?
Right. Let's be having you.
You're not gonna stick it in my bum like you did the first one, are you?
Why not?
Well, Nick said it left a great big bruise.
Wonder how did he stumble upon that discovery, I wonder.
Mind your own business, Mrs. Bolton.
Okay. Turn the other cheek.
So you found it in an old car about three years ago?
How many times do I have to tell you? Yes.
Whose old car? And where did this old car come from?
How do you mean?
You heard.
It were a cash transaction.
I used to buy and sell old cars all the time, didn't I?
I don't believe you.
Claude, just tell us where it came from.
I've told you all I know!
All right. Sign the statement.
Now get out.
What's gonna happen to the gold?
I mean morally, if not legally, it might rightfully be mine.
Just get out! NOW!
And don't stray too far.
I don't think he's involved.
He's lying, Rowan.
Maybe he's just bloody-minded.
You're not exactly his favourite pinup, sarge.
I'll work on him.
Do that. Preferably with a cudgel.
It's only me, Netty.
Hard at it, as usual?
Oh, it's you, is it, Claude?
I brought you a few pullet eggs I had left over,
surplus to requirement.
Very generous of you, love.
What good neighbours are for, ain't it?
In any case, I promised old Arthur I keep an eye on you, you know.
Have you time for a cup of tea?
Thought you'd never ask.
And I need to have a quiet word with you, an' all.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Damn!
You all right, Kate?
Nosebleed.
Is that normal?
Don't fuss. I'm fine.
I wish the baby would come, Nick.
Don't worry, love. Almost there.
Cheers, Bob.
Keep the change.
What change? There isn't any.
It were like a joke, George.
I like your jokes, Claude.
That one about the car
still has Blaketon rolling round his office carpet.
I wish you'd change the record.
We need to know about the car.
There's nowt to know.
I sold it in the normal way through an advert in the paper.
What car is that?
Ah, some old banger he sold three years ago.
Can I have a pork pie, please, Gina?
An old banger!
I'll have you know the success of my motor dealership
was built upon the recommendation of satisfied customers.
Ask why he's still not doing it.
Keep your nose out, George.
Well, why aren't you?
It went skint.
Come on, son.
Kate?
Up here, Maggie! Ow.
Are you all right?
Fine. Just a bit clumsy!
For once, you know, I thought I might find you in bed, resting.
I'm trying to bribe that little beggar into show her face.
Or his.
No chance.
Come on, time to work.
You feeling the benefit of the iron shots yet?
I'm not sure. I think so.
Oh, that's what I like, positive thinking.
I hate staying away from home, Dr. Rowan.
It will only be for a while, Netty, mainly for observation.
I'll call in and and see you later.
Okay?
Arthur Pickard's workshop.
Now these are the detailed records of all the years he spent metal-detecting.
I met him once, just before he died.
He's a nice old bloke with a 24-hour smile.
In other words, he was barmy.
How did you meet him?
Oh, there was a family round here got into trouble.
I was sent in with the bailiffs.
Anyway, this well-wisher, he paid up all their debts.
Later, we found out it was Pickard.
Very generous.
I'd say it was throwing bad money after worse.
Alf. The date that gold went missing.
Uh. The police were called in to where it was stashed on August 4th, 1957.
Well, this is his record for 1957.
Last dated entry was August 3rd.
Oh, that was the day before.
Does it say he found anything?
No, no. It's the last entry.
The cunning old devil. He found the gold.
ELECTRONIC WHINE
- This is awful. - Yeah.
How can anyone do this to Netty Pickard?
Everyone loves her.
Here. It's a ticket for that dance at the village hall.
I saw some bikers here the other day.
This is stupid, Ollie.
He's asking for it, isn't he. No-one chats up my bird.
Oh come on, Ollie, you know she wouldn't go with a rocker.
She won't get a chance!
I've just come from Mrs. Pickard's.
Yeah. We heard what happened.
I found this there.
It weren't any of them, Nick. I know it wasn't.
The Whitby Greasers bought tickets too, you know.
Yeah, I know.
But I don't want any trouble from you. Let us sort it out.
Yeah. Well, great minds think alike, don't they?
Ollie!
What's going on, Julie?
They're going to see the Whitby rockers.
♪ I can go any way, way I choose
♪ I can live anyhow, win or lose
♪ I can go any way... often do
♪ Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
♪ Do anything, tra-la-la
♪ Drive anyhow, win or lose
♪ Go any way and never lose
♪ Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
♪ Nothing gets in my way, not even locked doors
♪ Don't follow the lines of the labour force
♪ I get along the way I feel
♪ Any way, anyhow, anywhere
♪ I can go any way, way I choose
♪ I can live anyhow, win or lose
♪ I can go anywhere... often do
♪ Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo, any way
♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo the way I choose, yeah
♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo, the way I wanna go
♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo ♪
SHOUTING AND CHANTING
You all brought your bucket and spades, have you?
I'm gonna have you, Wellins!
Come on, then!
Ollie!
POLICE BELLS
All right, all right, all right.
Oh you're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?
This is nowt to do with you, copper!
Alright, you and your mates, on your way,
before I book the lot of you.
Greasy rockers owe us for Aidensfield!
Phil.
Book him for assault.
All right, on your way, on your way!
Hello there, Doctor Rowan.
Oh Mr. Stanton, you shouldn't have.
No, I've just come to see Netty Pickard. How is she?
Pretty shaken. It'll take some time for her to get over it.
Young hooligans, I hear.
They've got no respect for age or anything else.
I'm sure she'll appreciate a visit.
Actually, she's resting now.
They're from the council. They're very concerned, you know.
They like Mrs. Pickard to know that
they'll do everything they possibly can to help.
That'll cheer her up.
Well, I'll just drop these off and I'll see her another time.
Goodbye then, doctor.
I thought you had the Aidensfield lot under some kind of control, Rowan!
So did I, sarge.
I just had another earful from Stanton.
I mean Council representation to HQ on this is all we need, isn't it?
Yes, Ventress?
Er... do you want the good or the bad news first?
Oh, get on with it, Ventress.
Well, the bad news is all the kids' alibis stand up.
None of them could have been at Netty's when the place was vandalised.
And the good news?
Well you know that car that Greengrass said he found the gold bar in.
Yes, yes?
Well, I think we've traced it.
It's a rotten thing to happen.
Ah, poor old Netty. Whoever did it wants thumping.
- Hi Nick. - Hello there.
Hey, we traced that car of yours, Claude.
What are you on about now?
You know, the one you couldn't recall for Sgt Blaketon the other day.
The one that came with the lucky charm.
You must have been crossed with a lurcher.
You never give up, do you?
Hey, you flogged it through this local paper. Look.
"For sale, 1937 Austin 10, one elderly lady owner, in perfect condition."
Nothing unusual about that. I sold lots of cars through adverts.
Well, that's not what the newspaper office say.
Austin 10?
Not the Austin you offered me about three years ago, was it, Claude?
Shut up.
Was it, Claude?
Arthur had just died and Netty had need of the cash.
Right, well, I've got a business to run.
Yeah, hold up. Oi, oi, hold up.
What do you want now?
So the car with the gold bar came from Arthur Pickard.
I don't know what you mean.
You should have told me, Claude.
Deliberately withholding information about a serious crime.
You'll have to come in again, I'm afraid.
So you don't deny you sold the car for Mrs. Pickard?
Well, it weren't for my benefit.
I was just doing Netty a favour.
How did you get the gold piece?
Well, Arthur used to have it hanging in his motor.
And you nicked it, I suppose?
Now, you suppose wrong, don't you, cause I didn't know what it was.
I mean, Netty just gave me it as a present, you know,
to bring me luck, which it doesn't.
Why didn't you tell us?
Well, when you said it were gold and had been nicked,
I didn't want to get Netty into bother.
How very noble of you.
Ah well. Arthur had been a good mate to me.
He used to help me out when I was skint.
You an' all?
Did Netty know it was gold?
How do I know? Cause I didn't.
I wouldn't have thought so.
Arthur never used to tell her owt about nowt.
Come on, son.
Well, you'd better find out what else Arthur's left lying around
and just what Mrs. Pickard knows about it.
And who else is on the same track.
How do you mean?
Well, by the state of that place, someone knew what they were doing.
I'd say it was a search, sarge.
- Hello, Netty. - Oh, hello.
Mrs. Pickard. Sorry, we just wanted to ask you something.
Do you recognise this?
Oh, that's Arthur's lucky piece.
Carried it about in his car.
You got it from Claude, I expect.
Yeah.
I gave it to him.
Well, I thought he could do with a bit of good luck.
Did you know it was gold?
Not until Claude told me a few days back.
It was stolen gold, Mrs. Pickard.
It's part of a large quantity that went missing seven years ago.
You knew where your husband might have got it from, Netty?
I'm afraid I have no idea.
Did your husband ever tell you
about the things he found with his metal detector?
Oh no, it would have spoiled his luck to talk of it.
Why is that?
Well Arthur used to say
that good luck goes the moment you make mention of it.
He was funny like that.
Well, we've reason to believe that he knew it was stolen.
Well, Arthur wouldn't harm anyone.
He wanted to make people happy.
A lot of people got money from your husband, Netty.
Have you any idea where that money might have come from?
No, but if he had more money than our needs, it's how he'd have use it.
Right. Well, let's just say that he did find that gold.
What d'you think he would have done with it?
He'd have shared it.
What, given it away?
Oh no. To keep his luck strong.
I mean, you can't help people unless you're lucky, can you?
How do you mean?
Well he thought you ought to give back what you get in the way of luck.
Excuse me, I think they are ready for her.
What's that on your chain, Mrs. Pickard?
Oh, it's a good luck token Arthur gave me
when we moved in to Hollywell cottage.
It's very pretty. Where did he get it from?
Oh, it's made specially by Stanton's.
And who is it?
It's Lady Fortuna.
She's the patron of the wishing well at the back of our garden.
Sarge! We've struck gold.
So have we, Rowan.
Arthur Pickard's bank statement shows that £15,000 was deposited
just two weeks after the bullion raid.
Yes, some people are born lucky. Arthur believe you have to buy it.
You said you'd struck gold.
This is Lady Fortuna.
She's the patron saint of the old wishing well in Pickard's garden.
He felt he had to share it with her.
It's in the well?
I'd lay odds on it, sarge.
See what he kept back, he flogged.
Used the money to play Robin Hood in Aidensfield.
Is Alf still at the cottage?
No, he's on his way back with Pickard's record.
We'd best get out there, sarge.
Right Bellamy. Radio Ventress and tell him to meet us back there.
You feeling all right?
Might be coming down with a cold.
Oh yes, hot and sticky.
Exactly how I like my blokes.
Don't make me laugh.
Fun is essential to my bedside manner.
You should have been a doctor.
Oo, no chance.
When it was an option, I was addicted to enjoying life,
not saving it.
And now?
Oh well. Lucky in life, absolute disaster in love.
Say cheese!
Thank you.
Told you I bruised easily.
And in Technicolor.
You're not responding to those iron injections, Kate.
Well, anaemia can drag on.
Persistent anaemia needs treating.
You give me a blood sample and I'll do the rest for you.
Can't we wait till after I've delivered?
What's wrong with now?
Tests, I've done all that.
Kate, I'm not telling you anything you don't know already.
No, just what I don't want to hear.
Okay. If you insist.
You give me a blood sample, I'll drop it off at the hospital.
No need. I'll leave it at the lab.
- Psst. - Ventress!
He's in there.
BELL
Ventress! You shouldn't be let out!
How did I know there was a bell on it?
Come on, Alf.
Who is it?
Councillor Stanton.
As I live and breathe.
Come on, up you get.
You've got a lot of explaining to do, Councillor Stanton.
He lied when we first showed him that gold, sarge.
He recognised the figure.
I found out today he'd made one for Netty Pickard.
So it was you who bought the gold off Pickard.
I did it as a favour.
Look, I'm a respectable businessman.
You were his fence.
It was only the once. He said it was all he had.
Until that piece we showed you turned up.
You recognised the figure on it, didn't you?
Well, yes, I did.
And it was easy for you to check out where it came from.
And how much gold was on offer.
He visited Netty in hospital, sarge.
He wormed it out of her, I'd expect, sarge.
But he didn't know about the wishing well at first.
Took the place apart looking for the gold.
And made out that the village kids were responsible.
Look. We're all professional men here.
I'm sure we can come to some arrangement
that would be satisfactory to all of us.
I won't express a personal opinion on your conduct.
It wouldn't be professional.
Greed, hypocrisy, theft.
A canker in the body of the Parish Council.
Ventress...
...lock him up.
I've got a nice comfortable cell ready for you, sir.
How much longer are you going to be, Mr. Rowan?
Not long now, Netty. We're almost finished.
Well, they've scoured every inch of the premises and beyond.
How much is still missing?
Four ingots.
Oh, Stanton said he only bought two ingots off Pickard.
That's strange.
Still, the insurance aren't complaining, so case almost closed.
Isn't there a reward, sarge?
I've no idea, Rowan.
Well, the only potential claimant is Mrs. Pickard
and we can hardly reward the wife of a thief now, can we?
Sorry, Arthur, I have to take our nest egg for a walk.
But then you always did say, "What you give, you get back".
"Don't you, old girl?"
♪ Five, four
♪ Three, two, one
♪ 5-4-3-2-1
♪ 5-4-3-2-1 ♪
We're getting too old for this.
You might be!
♪ 5-4-3-2-1 ♪
Nick!
Can I have a word?
I wanted to have a word with you about the newspaper report...
...you know, about the gold being found.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Yeah. Well, really, I wanted to see about the reward, you know,
for information leading to its recovery.
What about it?
Well, I mean, it can't go to Netty, can it,
so, I mean, I'm gonna be next in line.
Because it were my bit of gold from Arthur that put you on the trail.
You were right, Claude, and you deserve it.
That's what I thought.
But the trouble is, the newspaper report got it wrong.
The reward was withdrawn five years ago.
You're joking.
That's diabolical! I'm going to see somebody about this, you know.
Who?
I don't know. I've not made me mind up yet.
But I tell you something.
I'll make them understand they can't mess about with an old-age pensioner!
Let's go home, love.
Yeah, alright. Maggie, keep an eye on things for me, will you?
And who keeps an eye on me?
See you tomorrow, Maggie.
You bet.
♪ 5-4-3-2-1
♪ 5-4-3-2-1 ♪
I bet the baby comes tomorrow.
You haven't paid me for the bet you lost yesterday, let alone today.
You are so tight-fisted, Nick Rowan!
Double or quits?
You're on.
- All right? - Yup.
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪