12x10 - Horses For Courses

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

Thank you. What's your name, my dear?

I've told you once. Gina.

Oh, of course. Gina. That's a lovely name.

Here's to you, beautiful Gina.

CASH REGISTER RINGS

You're a good-looking filly, Gina. Very shapely hind quarters.

Oi, watch it.

Oh, a fiery spirit too.

And a good flowing mane. Keep your hands to yourself, pal.

That's enough. Why don't you drink that and leave?

Why don't you mind your own business?

This is my business, pal.

Ah.

All right, officer.

I was merely paying the young lady a compliment.

Well, I think you've had enough to drink, don't you?

If you say so, of course.

Absolutely.

No offence meant...

or taken, I trust.

Good evening.

Don't worry. I had my eye on him.

You didn't have to jump in, Phil. I could've handled it.

Oi!

PHIL: Oi, stop!

Stop! Police!

When you take a girl out to dinner, you don't mess about, do you!

You know how it is, when something happens you've got to work late.

I've still a report to write when I get home.

That's a shame. I was hoping we might have a chat later.

- Oh, yeah? What about? - When you're less busy perhaps.

TYRES SCREECH

Can I use your phone?

Yeah, sure.

PHONE RINGS

Tricia Summerbee. Oh, hello.

Tomorrow night?

Yeah, I'd love to. It sounds great. I'll look forward to it.

Lord Ashfordly wants me to make up an eight for dinner tomorrow night.

That sounds great.

Alf?

Is that you?

I want to report a car driving erratically.

Do you know, David,

some mornings, it's a privilege and a pleasure to be alive.

Oh.

Yesterday, I had a pound in my wallet.

I served a bloke at the pumps.

He gave me a horse, and it romped home at :.

He gave you a horse?

No, it was a race, David.

A bet on it.

Oh, never mind.

I've just dropped Bernard at the station.

His ageing Aunt Hilda's been taken poorly.

Does that mean that she's your aunt as well?

No, David. Me and Bernard are half-brothers.

Different mothers, but we're both Scripps.

Trust between brothers is a wonderful thing.

He's not only asked me to run the business,

but left me the keys to the safe.

Blimey, he's never done that before.

Well, blood is thicker than water.

There's nearly quid in there, you know,

and he's entrusted its safe-keeping to me.

And running the business.

You'd best make a start on the mail, then, eh?

MERTON: Right!

The registered owner of last night's vehicle

is a Gordon Martin Purvis.

He's a long way from home. The address is shown as Berkshire.

If I got my way, he'd wish he'd stayed there.

Really bad sprain is this.

Purvis, you say?

I was talking to Walter Madeley yesterday on traffic duty.

You weren't actually directing traffic, then?

He's just let his cottage to a bloke called Purvis.

He paid in advance, cash.

Well worth checking to see if it's the same guy.

And take Hopalong Cassidy with you.

That's strange.

What is?

Oh, Uncle Jack's sent some family news.

What's happened?

Well, as I said, Bernard and me are half-brothers.

We have the same dad.

But there's always been a sort of dark secret...

that he'd had a third child to yet another woman.

According to Uncle Jack,

this sibling wants to make contact with us after all these years.

It's a bit of a funny name, isn't it? Sibling?

"Sibling" just means brother.

It appears I'm about to meet my long-lost half-brother,

George Scripps.

Nobody ever invites me to posh dinner parties.

It comes at a price.

His Lordship pairs me up with some chinless wonder,

too dim to find a partner himself.

So Mike's got nothing to feel jealous about then?

No, but it won't do any harm to keep him on his toes.

Gordon Purvis?

Yeah. What do you want?

Is this your car, Mr Purvis?

Oh, you've come about the car?

More specifically about your driving.

You drove straight at me last night and you were well over the limit.

Don't you need a breath test to prove that?

Mr Purvis, you were also seen by another officer

driving in a dangerous manner through Aidensfield.

In his opinion. I got home safely.

All right, get your coat.

Come on. You're coming with us.

MERTON: Do you deny that you'd been drinking?

No, I had been drinking,

but you can't prove that I was over the limit.

And what about the allegation of dangerous driving?

I deny that. There isn't a scratch on my car or anyone else's.

That's not the point, sarge.

He was in the pub and he was drunk. Gina had to throw him out.

Mike reported him all over the road.

A car had to swerve to avoid him.

Did Bradley get a statement from the driver of that car?

Mr Purvis...

with no Breathalyser to substantiate drink driving

and no independent witness to dangerous driving,

I'm going to let you off with a caution on this occasion.

He could've k*lled me, sarge.

Mike can identify him. The word of two officers should be enough.

I've made my decision.

He's assiduous, Bernard, in keeping track of the family.

Mind you, it's paid off.

He's buried two that I can think of.

I remember that.

Oh, there she is.

There.

She was a barmaid in Bootle.

Not a bad looker.

Dad and her had a ding-dong when she got pregnant.

But Dad was skint looking after Bernard and me.

So she moved south and had the baby.

It's thought she moved abroad somewhere.

So do you mean this George might be a foreigner?

He might speak funny, like they do?

Exactly. I mean, we're related by blood,

but he'll be a complete stranger.

He might even talk a different language altogether.

Close the door.

Last night, did Purvis get a clear view of you?

No, he couldn't have seen me at all.

We've had Division on.

The Yard have an officer from an elite squad on our patch.

Purvis is under surveillance on more serious matters.

So we have to let him go?

I don't like people driving cars at policemen

any more than Bellamy does.

Sometimes we act for the greater good.

The Yard has requested assistance in this operation.

I think you'd be best suited to the job.

Are you interested?

Yes, sir.

I'd like to get him one way or another.

- PC Mike Bradley. - Detective Sergeant Harry Rankin.

How do you do?

Spends most of his time drinking.

He's a vet.

He used to treat racehorses,

but he's been banned from practising.

- Why's that? - He got nicked for doping.

We've had a tip off

that a criminal g*ng want to employ him

for his specialist skills.

- Doping again? - No.

About a year ago, the same g*ng stole a top racehorse.

They had a vet sedate it, and then flew it out

to a wealthy Arab in the Middle East.

Big money was involved. He's never been seen since.

We think they're planning a repeat.

Any idea of the target?

No, but there's not many stallions in the country

that are worth that much cash for stud.

If they're targeting stables in the area,

it won't take long to work out which one.

- Have those stables been warned? - No.

We're sure they've got someone on the inside.

We don't want to risk alerting them.

Here's details of suspected g*ng members.

Purvis, he's your key. They've got to contact him.

Now, he's a drinker.

So check out all the local watering holes, but keep it tight.

No blabbing to colleagues or anyone.

He's been in a few times before.

Does he meet anyone. Talk to anyone?

Not that I've noticed.

What does it matter who he talks to?

Just curious.

It's simple. He was drunk.

Should've been charged. What's Merton thinking of?

He must have his reasons. Excuse me.

What's up with him?

- Hiya, Mike. - Evening, Jenny.

You said you wanted to have a chat. Why don't we get something to eat?

I can't tonight.

I'm due at Lord Ashfordly's, remember?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.

And I'd best be off to get ready. Bye, Jenny.

Have a lovely evening.

Well, no wonder she's so in demand.

- What do you mean? - Attractive, intelligent female.

Still officially single.

CONVIVIAL CHATTER

Now, let me offer you a drink, Doctor.

Now, I think you know everyone here.

Major Carstairs, his wife Margot,

Oliver and Sarah Thrapston-Smith, of course, Cecily Langton...

And here's a chap I'd like you to meet,

Kieron Doyle...

Dr Tricia Summerbee.

Hello. Nice to meet you.

- Hello. - I'll let you two get acquainted.

So...do you...?

..come here often?

No, not really.

Yeah, I have to confess,

I feel a bit out of my depth here socially.

So do I. I only get invited because I'm a doctor

and his guests can run their ailments past me.

Well, actually, my neck has been kind of playing up a bit recently.

- So, what do you do, Kieron? - I train racehorses.

Well, actually, I can't remember which racecourse it was.

Sandown, wasn't it, Kieron,

where you had five winners out of six races?

Well, I had good horses and good jockeys.

So they really deserve the credit.

You have to forgive my ignorance. I don't follow horseracing.

- Why should you? - I know very little of medicine.

I like horses, though. I used to ride a bit when I was younger.

- You don't ride these days? - I don't have much time.

More pertinently, I don't have a horse.

Why don't you pop down to the stables?

We've got a couple down there you could go out on a hack for.

Oh, I'm not sure.

It's very kind of you, but...

Well, think about it.

You'd be very welcome.

Excuse me, lads.

♪ I'm on my own

♪ Nowhere to roam

♪ I tell you baby

♪ Don't want no home

♪ I wander round

♪ Feet off the ground

♪ I even go from town to town... ♪

LORD ASHFORDLY: Thank you for coming, everyone.

Safe journey home.

TRICIA: Oh, no! My tyre's flat.

Here...

Let me change that for you.

You're not really dressed for that!

I'll look at that. Leave it here.

I'll have one of my chaps change it in the morning.

- I'll drop you home, if you like? - OK, thanks.

Don't like these. Never anything good.

"Arriving noon train, stop. Can you meet me? Stop.

Looking forward to seeing you, stop. George."

Why does he keep saying, "Stop"?

Not giving us much noticw, is he?

♪ Don't throw your love away

♪ No, no, no, no

♪ Don't throw your love away

♪ For you might need it someday... ♪

Must have been some dinner party.

- Sorry? - Only just leaving.

No, I had a flat tyre. I had to leave the car.

His lordship give you a lift, did he?

One of the other guests did. A very nice chap, actually.

Oh...

Why don't you pop round later?

I've got a bottle of wine, we could...

- Have that chat? - Exactly.

OK. See you later, then.

OK.

David, you'd better clean the cab before I pick him up.

Actually, why don't you pick him up at the station?

Our first meeting's bound to be a bit emotional.

Bring him to the pub.

We can meet over a convivial drink.

Do you know what he looks like?

Well, I don't know. I've never met him, have I?

How will I know who to pick up?

David, you get a piece of card and you write his name on

and you hold it up so he can see.

GROANS

RANKIN: This is the most likely target, Rajah Brooke.

One of the best stallions in the country.

Came out of Alnwick Flyer, the Derby winner.

The trainer's Kieron Doyle.

MIKE: He's quite successful, isn't he?

Very. He moved up from Newmarket a couple of months ago.

Highly popular and well liked in racing circles.

How did you get on last night?

Purvis has been seen in a couple of pubs.

Only seems to drink alone, though.

He must have a contact down at the stables.

Doyle's got a security guard.

MIKE: No. Don't know him.

RANKIN: Force Five have a list of all their employees.

Check him out first, discreetly.

- Oh, no. - What is it?

- Just somebody I know. - Attractive woman. Who is she?

She's the local doctor.

Here we go.

This is Molly. She's nice and quiet.

So you can ride her any time you want.

I haven't done this for years. It's very good of you. Hello!

Come on. We're not here for surveillance on Doyle's love life.

It must be weird meeting a brother you've never seen before.

Yeah, I hope for his sake,

he takes more after Bernie than after him.

- Mr Vernon! - David, just calm down.

Where is he?

Hi.

I'm George.

♪ It's a lesson too late for the learning

♪ Made of sand, made of sand...

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

♪ In the wink of an eye my soul is turning

♪ In your hand, in your hand

♪ Are you going away with no word of farewell

♪ Will there be not a trace left behind? ♪

That was great. I really enjoyed it.

Well, I tell you, for somebody who hasn't been out for years,

you ride extremely well.

Thank you.

I really appreciate you laying all this on for me.

That's no problem. I tell you what, you can pay me back if you like.

Have dinner with me.

♪ I wander round

♪ Feet off the ground

♪ I even go

♪ From town to town

♪ I said I think this life is grand

♪ Say I'll be your man

♪ Don't bring me down

♪ Don't bring me down... ♪

The letter, the telegram, they both said George.

I just assumed that you were a fella.

My fault. How thoughtless.

It's Georgina, really.

But I've been George to everyone since boarding school.

I must say, you're the best looking George I've ever seen.

GINA: Your table's ready, Vernon. VERNON: Thanks.

Would you care for an aperitif, George, before luncheon?

Just wine with the meal, thanks.

And I absolutely insist, lunch is on me.

Oh. CHUCKLES

Bring the wine menu through, will you, Gina? Thank you.

All right, Gina. I'll take care of that.

White... Norman White.

Currently working for Force Five Security as a guard.

No, no, it's all right. I'll hold.

You... You still on that... special enquiry?

What's it to do with, exactly?

MIKE: Oh, I see.

Could you send his file to the Aidensfield Police House?

Thanks.

After Bootle, Mother moved to London,

landed a job in a club in Mayfair.

- Bar work again? - Sort of. She was a hostess.

One of the members was a Swiss banker.

Took a shine to Mummy, proposed,

whisked her off to Berne, where I was born.

You're Swiss, then? Dual nationality.

Papa sent me to private schools in England.

But I was "finished", as they say, in Switzerland.

And that's where you live now? No, no, no, no, I married.

An Argentinean racing driver,

polo player and serial adulterer.

As part of the divorce, I got the apartment in Monte Carlo.

That is my current abode.

I think you're going to find

Aidensfield's not quite the French Riviera.

You're going to find us all a bit dull round here.

Oh, Lord! No! This is an absolute treat.

Meeting my very own big bro.

I'm only so sad Bernard isn't here too.

Never mind. He'll be back soon.

How long are you planning on staying?

Well, how long can you accommodate me for?

Um...well...um...

my current abode is not one that a lady like you would find...

entirely comfortable.

CLEARS THROAT

- The bill you requested. - Thank you.

If you need somewhere to stay, we do have rooms here.

And of course, as Vernon's sister, mates' rates will apply.

Oh, how sweet of you, darling!

Oh, I love these little English pubs.

Now, you be a sweetie and deal with that...

while Oscar shows me what he has on offer by way of a room.

It'll be a pleasure. Would you like to follow me?

Thank you.

The guard's name's Norman White. I checked him out with CRO.

Got form. Four years, armed robbery.

Good work.

Now go home, get some rest and get back here at :pm.

It may be a long night.

MUSIC: 'I Will' by Billy Fury

♪ I don’t wanna be the one to say I’m gonna miss ya

♪ But I will, I will

♪ I don’t wanna say I’m gonna cry my eyes out baby

♪ But I will... ♪

Hadn't forgotten I was coming, had you?

Of course not.

I just thought it'd be nice for us to talk

about how things are between us.

They're fine, aren't they?

Yeah, absolutely. We get on very well, don't we?

- As far as I'm concerned, yeah. - Me too.

But I suppose, sooner or later,

all relationships have to know where they're heading, don't they?

Do they?

Yeah, well, you know...

obviously when you first meet someone, you enjoy the novelty,

enjoy their company, enjoy just having a good time.

Which we've been having, haven't we?

Yeah, absolutely. That's my point.

Which is why I think it might be time now to look to the future.

In what way?

Well...

I suppose I'd like to think that our future was together,

in a secure...

committed relationship...

Having had my marriage go wrong...

..I suppose I'm a little wary about rushing in again, you know.

Sure.

Sure. Yeah. Absolutely. Yeah. I understand.

I won't have the wine.

I've got work to do still and, erm...calls to make...

So... Bye.

Damn.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Mike, I need backup fast.

Yeah. It's the Brown Cow,

just off the High Street in Strensfield.

Yeah, yeah. I know where that is.

I'll be there right away.

Phil Lucas.

One of the mob responsible for the earlier horse-napping.

Yeah, I recognise him from your file.

Well, look who he's with.

And giving him a hard time as well by the looks of things.

You stay close to Lucas. I'll follow Purvis.

Are you OK?

I had a chat with Mike. It didn't go very well.

How do you mean?

I just pushed it too hard.

I only wanted a bit of reassurance. I think I frightened him off.

No. He's mad about you.

You can tell that just by looking at him.

Hmm.

No, I sent him back.

He was just about sober.

All right.

Norman White.

OK.

MIKE: I'm not sure who Lucas rang last night,

but he mentioned the guard Norman White.

Hm.

RANKIN: And that's Rajah Brooke that White's clocking now.

Hello, the tasty doctor's back.

- Hiya.

You can't stay away, can you? Come for another hack?

No, I'm visiting a patient nearby.

I just popped in to say

if the invitation still stands I'd love to have dinner with you.

That's great.

Be nice if she was involved. Wouldn't mind interviewing her.

Well, she's not, I can assure you.

A joke, Mike.

Right, the vet's in place, Lucas and his mob are up,

and it looks like the security guard's in his pocket.

Rajah Brooke races at Wetherby tomorrow.

It's my bet they move in the next hours.

Will you bring in backup?

I can't till I'm sure what's happening.

We'll just have to watch and wait, and keep digging away.

That's CID work for you, Mike.

- Some more tea for you. - Excellent!

Tea, toast, marmalade, English newspapers.

Oscar got The Times in specially.

How sweet of him. The Sporting Life's more my bag.

Oh, darling.

Could you cash me a cheque? Save a trip to the bank.

Sorry, no. We've only got our float.

And I've already banked last night's takings.

Oh.

- I'll deal with this. Hello again. - Hello.

Fill her up, is it?

Yeah. Please.

Thanks for the tip the other day. Haven't got any more, have you?

There is one I expect to do well tomorrow.

It won't make you rich though. He's odds-on favourite.

Well, we'll have a dip!

Phil tells me you've been checking up on Norman White.

He's the security guard at that chap Doyle's stables.

Did he? He shouldn't be listening to private phone conversations.

Don't get prickly.

I'm sorry, Alf. I've just got a lot on my mind at the moment.

And this job I'm doing is on the hush-hush, you know.

Oh. Fair enough.

It's just that I know Norman.

I nicked him years ago.

He's been going straight for five years.

Met a good wife, got kids.

He's pulled himself round.

Whatever case you're working on,

I doubt very much that he's involved.

It's here, David!

Rajah Brooke! It's a class horse.

Gambling, Vernon? Must run in the Scripps' blood.

I love a flutter myself. Oh, how delightfully eccentric!

Combining a garage with a funeral parlour!

Yes, well, it's brother Bernard's business, really.

Well, now, tell me about this gee-gee.

It's a tip I got off a bloke I know.

He must know what he's on about

because his last one came in at -.

Rajah Brooke...

Out of Alnwick Flyer, I recall.

Oh, you follow racing?

You bet! The sport of kings, dear boy.

Now, he'll start odds-on. Not worth a punt.

Unless you can put oodles of cash on.

What readies have you got?

Well, there's quid in the safe. But it's not mine, it's Bernard's.

Oh, you'll be doing him a favour, darling.

Oh, no. He entrusted me to look after it.

I can't put it on a horse.

Our dad was a big gambler, wasn't he?

Where's your Scripps instinct?

He's smartened himself up. No booze.

I think this could be it.

If the security guard is straight, shouldn't we alert him to danger?

No disrespect to your colleague but he's just a local copper,

I think Lucas and his mob are out of his league.

Maybe, but Alf is a very good judge of character.

Lucas will have someone inside. I'm not risking alerting anyone.

So, another night on surveillance.

No shortcuts in this game, Mike.

You take Purvis, I'll cover the stables.

Look, I've got to make a phone call first, all right?

♪ I just can't understand...

♪ How you could hurt me so DIAL TONE

PHONE RINGS ♪ Then turn and walk away

♪ Pretending you don't know

♪ Each time I see you out

♪ With someone new... ♪

Pints all round for my chaps, Blaketon.

Got to try and keep the workers happy.

It's a shame Bernard isn't here because...

Gina, can you handle that?

Oh? Beer for the workers not good enough for you now, Oscar?

George!

- Hello! - What can I get you?

- Scotch for me, Oscar, and, er... - Large gin and it, thanks.

You'll regret not raiding the safe when that gee-gee comes home!

Kempton's my favourite track, too. Great characters go there.

Odds-On Harry, Kosher Kenny...

Pound-Each-Way Pomfret!

Who mentioned Pomfret, old Pound-Each-Way?

Well, I did. Do you know him?

Know him? I was at school with him. Chap's an absolute hoot.

Then you'll know old Roger Devereaux.

Roger the Dodger? Of course I do!

How on earth did you get mixed up in that crowd?

Through my best chum, Jilly Simpson.

Jilly Simpson?!

She was up for the weekend only last month. I'm Ashfordly.

George Scripps.

George Scripps. Of course!

You're not related to our local Scrippses?

We have the same father, Milord.

Good heavens! I'd no idea you were well connected, Scripps.

We'll have some more drinks, Blaketon.

I'm taking Vernon to dinner. Can you recommend anywhere?

Nothing too expensive, Milord.

There's a nice little Italian opened not far away.

Sounds rather jolly.

Oh, excellent!

Well, would you like to join us?

I've got a free evening. I'd be absolutely delighted!

GEORGE: Great!

Far enough from a boozer to keep even you out of trouble.

Oh, very funny.

What made you move up to Yorkshire?

New challenges. Change of scenery.

And?

And, um...trying to get away from a love affair that went wrong.

Ah.

Hm. Yeah. I felt more for her than she did for me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, it's been quite difficult.

But meeting someone like you has helped considerably.

LIVELY CHATTER

They seem to be enjoying themselves.

ASHFORDLY: Lost his skis completely! Broke both legs!

Absolute hoot!

Where was it, St Moritz or Klosters?

Oh, I adore Klosters!

But my favourite is Val d'Isere.

Well, yes, indeed.

Do you ski, Scripps?

Oh, aye. Yeah.

I've ripped the backside out of my trousers many a time

on that sledge!

More wine, George?

Mm, I'd love some.

PURVIS: Sedating a horse like that is not simple.

What's that?

That was a wonderful meal.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Pomfret and I got a serious wigging

from the constabulary one Boat Race night.

The incident involved a bobby's helmet...

BOTH: And a chamber pot!

VERNON: George, taxi's here.

GEORGE: Oh, jolly good.

Could we drop by your garage? I need to make a quick phone call.

VERNON: Of course we can. GEORGE: Thank you.

I think I might be washing up, pal.

The lady's already paid, sir.

She left a generous tip, too.

KIERON: Originally, I wanted to be a jockey.

But...I grew too tall.

TRICIA LAUGHS GENTLY

Thanks again. I had a really nice night.

Yeah, well...

it's a shame it has to end.

- Good night. - Good night.

So, you think I should pile in big?

You know, I was wrong about her, David.

I thought she was tight with money, but she's not at all.

People of her breeding don't see money the way we do.

I suppose they've always had so much

they just assume everybody else has, too.

Yeah. Oh, and she gave me a big tip for the taxi.

In advance as well.

I just wish she'd get off that phone.

It is America, you know, she's talking to.

GEORGE: Look, must go.

I'll see you next trip over the pond. Thanks. Bye.

Vernon! Extraordinary news!

Sorry?

Rick is a chum of mine on Wall Street.

He says an oil exploration company's stock

is going to sh**t up tomorrow because of some...

some huge oil find in Venezuela.

He's advised me to pile in big.

And are you going to?

Well, yes, we both are!

But sadly, I have only limited funds here

that I can lay my hands on.

I've only limited funds myself!

Doh! You've oodles stashed away in there.

Let me have it.

I'll deposit it at a bank here.

Then I'll have it wired through to my city broker,

and he'll buy the stock.

I give you the cash and then you put it on.

Yes! But we must complete before Wall Street opens.

That's pm, our time, tomorrow.

And we can't lose?

Darling, it's a racing cert!

You gave me the tip on that horse.

I'm just returning the favour.

I'm not sure about this.

Oh, seize the day, bro.

Seize the day!

Well, where is he?

- I don't like this. - Shut up! Just shut up.

I think I prefer you drunk than sober.

CAR APPROACHING Here he is.

I hope you've been behaving yourself, Gordon.

You've got a busy day tomorrow.

I couldn't hear everything, but Doyle was definitely in on it.

Clever. Who'd suspect the trainer?

And you say they plan to take the horse after the race?

Yeah. I couldn't tell where.

Purvis was going on about the state the horse would be in.

Good work. I'll alert Wetherby CID to cover the racecourse.

You better get some rest. I'm going to need you later.

What you going to tell her?

I don't know, David.

I put the radio in the bar, George, so you can hear the race later.

How sweet of you, Oscar. I've got £ riding on this.

A tenner! Blimey, you don't mess about!

Odds-on favourite won't make much. The real money's in New York.

George...

I'm sorry.

I've...I've changed my mind.

I was very tempted but...

I can't risk Bernard's money.

Surely a Scripps should seize the opportunity?

But he trusted me.

My brother trusted me.

I can't risk his cash.

But there is no risk, darling!

As soon as Wall Street opens,

the stocks will go up!

No. I'm sorry.

Well, I'm a true Scripps.

I'm not letting an opportunity like this pass me by.

Trish, can I have a word?

Why? Are you ill?

No.

No, look...

This is a difficult situation.

I want you to steer clear of Kieron Doyle.

- What? - I know you've been seeing him.

I saw you with him up at the stables.

Have you been spying on me?

Of course I haven't been spying on you.

What were you doing at the stables?

I can't tell you.

It's a confidential police matter.

I really shouldn't even be here.

No. You shouldn't. I've a surgery.

Trish, I'm just trying to warn you.

As what, Mike, a friend?

For goodness' sake, it's a police matter.

Get out.

Excuse me.

KNOCK

Are you all right?

Yes...yes...

Men.

Scared stiff of commitment,

yet jealous as hell if you look at anyone else.

Why? What's he said?

'..dropping back in second place and as they cross the line

it's Rajah Brooke --on favourite.

Second...'

He's spot-on with his tips, that fella.

Well, that's a modest win for all of us.

George is right, though.

To make any real money,

you've got to have a ruthless streak.

Oh, aye. I'll remember that.

Well, I wouldn't trust her, myself.

What she was asking you to risk, bankrupting your own brother.

Were you prepared to do that?

No.

And do you know something?

Knowing that makes me feel grand.

Give us a Scotch, Gina.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Yeah. Come in.

Feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but...

I just hate to see two people I care about make a mess of things.

Look, I know you've been really hurt in the past, but...

don't let the past destroy what you've got now.

It's simple, Mike.

She just needs to know her future's with you.

And I'm sorry. I shouldn't get involved, I know...

No, no. I'm glad you did. Thanks, Jenny.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Right, Harry. I'm on my way.

Sorry. Duty calls.

- Cheers! Well done! - Happy days!

Celebrating a win on the races, Milord?

No. George here tipped me the wink about some shares. We went in big.

The price trebled in the first few hours of trading.

Absolute k*lling we've made.

Ooh! Nice work when you can get it!

You see?

Bernie would be sitting on over £ now!

Don't rub it in.

But I do admire you.

Keeping your promise to our brother.

I hope one day your kid sister may be worthy of the same loyalty.

Ahem.

Oh, my taxi! Would you, David?

Station, is it, Mrs George?

- Yes, please. - Are you leaving?

Yes. A girlfriend of mine, out of the blue is getting married.

In Chelsea. Some rock star.

It's been such a delight meeting you, Vernon.

I'll be in touch.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye, everyone.

The sort of sister you could get very fond of.

Oh. So I take it

you'll be looking after her room bill and sundries, then, Vernon?

Nothing happened at Wetherby. They might know we're on to 'em.

Are you sure no-one spotted you last night?

Certain.

Well, they may try here, then.

Merton's standing by as backup.

MIKE: Here comes Doyle.

Well done, everybody. That was a cracking day!

Everybody into the house.

Drinks all round. Come on!

I'm going to take a closer look.

If anything happens, contact Merton.

Oh, no...

Hurry, Sally, if you want a drink.

- Hello. - Hiya.

I needed to clear my head and went for a ride.

I hope you don't mind. - No, of course not. We won today.

We're celebrating. Come join us. Unsaddle her later.

OK.

Get a halter on the horse. Take it over the field.

Right.

Delta Alpha to Control.

I need immediate backup to Doyle's Stables.

Come on, it's a celebration! Turn the music up!

And then, I'm going to dance

with the sexiest woman in the place.

Actually...

Kieron, there's something I should tell you.

Yeah?

Look, I've really enjoyed meeting you. You've been so generous.

But...

I'm not available as a potential girlfriend.

You're not?

I'm sorry. There's somebody else in my life.

Perhaps I should have made it clearer.

Yeah. Perhaps you should.

He's really important to me.

No hard feelings?

Frankly, my dear...

I couldn't care less, so...

do me a favour...

and get lost.

Who the hell's he?

Get him in there.

Police! Hold it there!

Put it down.

What's going on?

Stop it!

Go and get help!

They're taking the horses! Doyle's in on it!

You're under arrest.

Tricia!

Tricia!

SCREAMS

Trish...

Trish! Trish!

I love you.

How is she?

Oh, God. No...

MERTON: No...