17x02 - Heirs Apparent

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

MUSIC: 'Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying' by Gerry & The Pacemakers

♪ Don't let the sun catch you crying

♪ The night's the time for all your tears

♪ Your heart may be broken tonight

♪ But tomorrow in the morning light

♪ Don't let the sun catch you crying

♪ Don't let the sun catch you crying, oh, no ♪

Charlie?

MAN: Charlie!

In a minute.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

- Hello. - Hi. Sorry, I'm in a bit of a panic.

I can't start the Land Rover.

I'll come over in a minute, see what I can do.

- There's no time. I need a lift. - On the bike?

- Yeah. - Do I have time to finish this?

Not really. My patient's about to give birth.

MUSIC: 'Foot Tapper' by The Shadows

DOG BARKING

CHILDREN PLAYING

DOG BARKING Where's Mrs Fossett?

- Where do you think? - Why aren't you with her?

I reckon she's got enough help. SHE SIGHS

Are you OK now?

You're not leaving me out here, are ya?

Obviously not.

You could make yourself useful. I've got a cow stuck in Claggy Bottom.

- Sorry? - New, is he?

You'll get the hang of it. Come on.

DOG BARKS

- Hello? - ROSIE: Hello.

- Can I help you? - Erm, I hope so.

Can you tell me if anyone nearby does B&B?

Yeah, the pub does. But if you're looking for somewhere cheaper,

there's Ivy Cottage about yards down on the left.

Right. Thank you.

Excuse me.

You're cutting it a bit fine, aren't you?

Yeah, well, had to do a bit of ironing, didn't I?

Well, Bernie's in the back chuntering away.

You can take his mug in when you go in.

David, have you been at the biscuits?!

Hm. Looks quite good considering.

Barely .

He had let himself go, hadn't he?

The demon drink, David. More or less pickled himself.

Shame though.

You're one of the few as thinks so.

Didn't leave many friends, did Vic. That's why you're here.

You're not just helping me, you're making up the numbers.

Well, Mrs Robson will come out though, won't she?

She's left me to make all the arrangements,

but I expect she'll show up.

You know, I don't think she and Vic ever got a divorce.

No doubt he d*ed intestate. More mess for her to clear up.

ANIMAL NOISES

- Ahem! - Got your hands dirty, then.

Mm.

It's a boy and they want to call him Joe.

Can we go now?

Come on, you lot.

OSCAR: We do have a smaller room ten shillings cheaper.

Is that still too steep?

Yeah.

Well, if you don't mind walking, some of the farmhouses around here

do take in guests. Is that why you're here, for the walking?

No, not really.

Well, sorry I can't be more helpful.

It's all right.

If you can't find anywhere, come back.

- I'll make some phone calls. - Thanks.

Can you tell me the way to Ashfordly Hall?

Aye, yeah, turn right out of here, left at the fork,

quarter of a mile down the road, you can't miss it.

- Right then left? - Yeah.

Who are you looking for there, then?

My father.

MUSIC: 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' by Procol Harum

VICAR: He flourishes like a flower of the field.

When the wind goes over it, it is gone.

And his place will know it no more.

VICAR: We have entrusted our brother Victor Robson

to God's merciful keeping.

"I am the resurrection and the life," sayeth the Lord.

VICAR SPEAKING INDISTINCLY

♪ We skipped the light fandango

♪ Turned cartwheels cross the floor ♪

Shop.

Hello?

- Sergeant? - Where the devil have you been

- Claggy Bottom. - Ask a silly question.

Community coppering, like you said.

- I take it you have another uniform. - Yes.

Then be sharp. Vicar's looking for you.

Somebody's nicked the collection from the church plate.

- How much is missing? - £ s d.

- You're having me on, right? - No.

£ s d? It's hardly the Great Train Robbery.

Not important enough for you, is it?

- I'll talk to the vicar. - You still don't get this, do you?

Let me tell you a tale about two women.

One had her handbag stolen.

Well, we found the culprit, brought him to book. Job done.

The second woman tells us someone's ringing her doorbell at night.

When she goes to answer it, there's nobody there. She's terrified.

So we stake the place out. Nothing.

So... she's got to be loopy, right?

Wrong. It turns out that the ringing is caused by two moths

mating on the illuminated bell push.

- Is that true? - Absolutely true.

But as trivial as it sounds,

her distress was just as much as the first woman.

This job is about people, not about headlines.

Somebody who takes money from a church

steals people's sense of security as well.

I'll get changed.

SHEEP BLEATING

You'd think Mrs Robson would have dropped in for one, wouldn't ya?

I'm sure she's got more important things to do, David.

Is that on account of him dying intestate?

- What do you know about that? - Well, er, nothing.

Mr Scripps said it leaves big mess behind to be cleared up.

I was gonna ask Mr Blaketon about it actually.

What's that, David?

About how I can avoid leaving a big mess behind when...

OSCAR: I'm not with you.

He's worried about dying intestate like Vic Robson.

You're too young to be worrying about that.

Why? It's very sensible to make a will.

At his age? It's morbid!

Just because you don't want to think about it,

that's no reason to put David off.

Unlike Vic Robson, David is actually worth something.

- Am I? - Of course you are.

There's your taxi, your lorry, your place.

What you've got to decide is who you want these things left to

and put it in a will.

And then there wouldn't be a mess left behind?

- OSCAR: Correct. - Oh, I'm off.

Let me know when you get onto something a bit more cheerful.

She's squeamish.

So, do you reckon if Mr Robson had left a will,

then there might have been a few more folk at his funeral?

Yeah. I dare say there would be.

- Hiya. - Hi, Gina.

I hear you were at the funeral service earlier today.

Yeah, Vic Robson's. He used to spend quite a bit of time in here

so I thought it was the least I could do.

The vicar's reported a theft from the church.

- Somebody's nicked the collection. - Never!

There was only a handful of us there. Can't have been that much!

Are any of the other mourners here?

Just a couple of his cronies there, and David Stockwell.

I mean, apart from the vicar, just me and Jean Robson. That's it.

You didn't notice anyone loitering near the church?

No, not that I can think of.

Oh, hang on a sec.

Yeah, there was a girl there hanging around.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hello?

Anybody home?

What's this?

Who the devil are you?

Oh...David'll tidy up.

Erm, well, where will he sleep?

Downstairs on t'settee.

No, he won't mind, and t'dog will enjoy the company.

Will this take long? Because I've a lot of work to do.

Oh, it's all right. She's here now.

Oh, you took your time.

Yeah, well, I've been making us a bob or two.

How would a couple of nights on t'settee suit you?

- Why? - Cos I've just let your room.

- What?! - It's only for two nights.

- Maybe three. - Yes, but...

She's a nice girl. You'll like her.

Right. Erm...

Right, I've brought you all together, er, to discuss my will.

His what?

I've just spoken to a solicitor and he's told me all about it.

For pity's sake, David!

You're hardly out of short trousers.

Mr Blaketon just told me I was being right grown up about this.

What he said is that I should leave all my things

to those who are closest to me.

Right, and that's you three.

Well, that's very nice, David. Now can we get on?

Hang on, I thought you'd be interested.

Well, since I'll be pushing up the daisies long before you've gone,

it hardly affects me, does it? - Nor me.

How do you know? You can't tell.

I'm not even a relative, David.

Well, no, but you're a friend. And you're a good friend.

But you can't have my Dansette though.

- ROSIE: Right. - Or my fishing rods.

I've got other people in mind for those.

MUSIC: 'When I'm Dead and Gone' by McGuiness Flint

♪ When I'm dead and gone

♪ I don't want nobody to mourn beside my grave ♪

- WOMAN: Hello. - Hello. Er...

I've come to enquire about the job.

Job? I'm sorry, what job?

CHARLIE: I heard you were looking for a housemaid.

Who told you there was a vacancy?

I overheard someone.

I were eavesdropping. It's a bad habit of mine.

Well, I'm afraid I know nothing about such a post.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you.

Lord Ashfordly's out at present so I can't check.

But he doesn't usually go over my head.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me a moment.

HANGS UP RECEIVER

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Sorry about that.

I'll mention your enquiry to Lord Ashfordly when he comes in.

Shall I call again?

Well, if you're passing, there's probably no harm.

Thank you.

PHONE RINGING

Ugh! Doesn't half niff!

Yes. Nasty choice you had there.

Deal with a woman in labour or help a farmer with a cow.

- Hello. - Where the nearest dry cleaner's?

I wouldn't bother with that, mate.

- MILLER: That smell again! - Sorry, Sarge.

ALF: Someone will be in touch. Bye.

ALF: Ashfordly Hall on the phone, Sarge,

reporting the theft of a photograph.

One photograph?

Framed. X. Someone whipped it off a wall.

Deal with it, Mason. It's on your way.

I'm afraid Lord Ashfordly can't be disturbed.

In any case, he prefers to deal with the constabulary at a higher level.

- Sergeant and above. - Yes.

Well, let's just hope a constable will do.

- You reported a missing photograph. - Yes.

Is it valuable?

To the family, all such things are valuable.

But is it something that somebody else might want to buy?

I'm not sure. I suppose not.

What was it a picture of?

Lord Ashfordly out sh**ting.

He had a gamekeeper to one side of him

and one of the household staff to the other.

- Any idea when it went missing? - Yes. We had a caller.

A girl of about .

I invited her in, but I had to leave her alone for a moment.

- You think she took it? - Yes. Though I can't imagine why.

About .

She had long brown hair with a fringe

and she was wearing a tan jacket.

She was quite a respectable-looking girl really.

- PEGGY: Dancer? - CHARLIE: Yeah.

PEGGY: Oh. It's a damn shame.

She were a looker, your mum.

His Lordship's taken on a bit of ballast since then.

- Has he? - Oh, yes.

He's had more than his fair share of the biscuits.

Happen when you go round there again, you'll see him.

CHARLIE: Yeah, I'd like to show him this.

It's a farewell letter to my mother.

PEGGY: "Greatly admired". That's nice.

What a lovely letter.

And he enclosed a cheque for £.

Heavens! That were a lot of money then.

She must have meant a lot to him, your mum.

What did she go off to do, get married?

- No. - It was a new job, I suppose.

- No, she didn't have a job to go to. - Oh.

She were five months pregnant with me.

Oh, I see.

After my mum d*ed, I found my birth certificate

and the name of the father's been left blank.

And she never said?

No. I always thought my dad were my real father.

So that's what you're here for, to find your real father?

- Yeah. - Well, I wish you luck, love.

I won't need it. I already know who it is.

Mr... Mr Blaketon, I'd like you to have my camera.

That's very kind, David. Thank you.

Oh, Nurse Cass... Oh, I'd like you to have my Jimmy Young LP

that my mum gave me one Christmas.

Thank you. It's one of my favourites.

- Oh, really? - Mm.

And Gina...

Oh, Mr Bellamy, now this is sort of a joint one,

but I was just wondering whether you would have space for my train set.

Oh, I don't know, David.

Yes, of course we've got room for it, David.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.

Right. I'll, er, just go and tick a few more names.

This is all your fault, Oscar. HE CHUCKLES

- CAROL: Oh, hello. - Hi. Phil. Gina.

- What are you having? - Oh, no, let me. I owe you one.

- Oh. How come? - He's had a very trying day.

- GINA: Pint? - Scotch. No ice.

Gina, the girl you told me that you saw in the churchyard...

- Yeah? - Haven't see her again, have you?

No.

- OSCAR: How old is this girl? - About .

I reckon she was in here this morning enquiring about B&B.

This girl's a stranger to the village?

Yes. Asking directions to Ashfordly Hall.

Cheers.

Oh, yes.

Around the mouth I can definitely see a likeness.

The letter, the dates, the money, it all fits.

Well, it's an old story, love.

Toffs have always been in the habit of getting young girls in trouble.

I always knew there was some secret about me,

just a feeling that I were different somehow.

Well, that'll be the blue blood.

It was nice of them to let you have the photo.

They didn't, I just took it.

What, without asking?

Oh, dear! It's not a good idea to start on the wrong foot.

They probably won't miss it.

Pinch a rabbit from that lot and they squeal.

No, you'll have to get this back pronto,

and without 'em knowing if possible

How am I gonna I do that?

PEGGY SIGHS I tell you what...

PEGGY: I'm due to deliver some logs there. You leave this to me.

BIRDS SQUAWKING

- Morning, Mrs Cameron. - Morning.

Er, some at the front, also round the back as usual?

- Yes, and watch the mess. - Yeah.

Hello, David. What can we do for you?

Oh. Well, actually I've come to ask a favour of Mr Ventress.

Alf. A man looking for favours.

Ah. What's the problem, David?

Well, I've just been to the solicitor to write out a will.

Oh. What brought this on?

Well, Mr Blaketon reckoned it's because I'm growing up.

See, well, the solicitor says that I need my signature witnessed.

Well, I could have done that for you.

Just leave us grown-ups to deal with it. Now then, David.

Ah. You sign there.

You must watch your step now then.

Why's that? Well, when you've done a will,

you're worth more dead than you are alive.

Oh?

Yes, so make sure the staircase is well lit,

and the weedkiller is on the top shelf.

Right.

You did say I were to come back.

Yes, but I hardly expected it.

The photograph was there.

Don't say you know nothing about it.

Well, I...

No doubt you made up that story about a job vacancy just to gain entry.

CHARLIE: What's that down there?

Is that it?

MRS CAMERON: Yes, it is.

I owe you an apology.

CLOCK CHIMES

In view of your busy diary of events,

an extra pair of hands would be very welcome.

- Is she a presentable sort of girl? - Yes, indeed.

- References? - Not with her.

But I'm sure they can be obtained in due course.

Well, I bow to your judgement in these matters.

Thank you, sir.

If you do approve of her, I'd like to advance a small sum

to tide her over till the end of the week.

As you see fit, Mrs Cameron.

- This is Charlotte, my Lord. - You can call me Charlie.

Same here. There's a coincidence.

Mr Cameron tells me you'd like a post here.

Yes, sir.

I should warn you it's not a cushy number.

I've given Charlotte a brief tour of the house, my lord.

- Then you'll know what I mean. - CHARLIE: Yes, sir.

- Think you're up to it, young lady? - Yes, sir. I feel at home already.

COINS RATTLING

FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING

Nothing.

There aren't even any traps in here.

PEGGY: I could have sworn I laid 'em.

Half a dozen, in fact, around here.

- DAVID: Can't you remember? - Well, if I don't trap 'em...

ANIMAL CROAKS Ssh!

ANIMAL CROAKS Ssh.

When you finish in here, dust either side of the stair runner.

Then apply polish.

Same with the rail and the balustrade.

Plenty of elbow grease, please.

I won't be disturbing Lord Ashfordly?

Oh, no, he'll probably be out most of the morning.

I'll be in the kitchen, if you need me.

Oh. g*nsh*t

What the devil are you doing there?

Don't look like that. I didn't do it on purpose.

MUSIC: 'Shakin' All Over' by Johnny Kidd & The Pirates

♪ When you move in right up close to me

♪ That's when I get the shakes...

DAVID: Hello! Rosie?

I'd come over and collect it myself, but we're up to our necks in work.

Rosie!

With you in a bit, David.

It's all right, don't worry. I'll come back later.

- Are the keys in? - Hold on.

♪ Yeah, havin' the tremors in the thighbone

♪ Shakin' all over

David!

No! David!

♪ Just the way that you say goodnight to me

♪ Brings that feeling on inside of me ♪

Mrs Cameron!

LORD ASHFORDLY: Hello?

- CHARLIE: Morning, sir. - Have you been in my study?

- Sir? - Papers have been moved in my study.

- Was it you? - I'm not sure, sir.

Not sure? What sort of nonsense is that?

Where's Mrs Cameron?

Erm, I think she's in the kitchen, sir.

But please don't disturb her. She'll be busy.

I dare say, but I want this put straight right now.

- Well, that goes for me as well. - What?!

Things should be put straight after all these years.

What are you talking about? Who are you?

Someone when you thought you'd never see.

My mother's name was Jenny Prentice.

When she worked for you, she were Jenny Gunnell.

I'm sorry, what's the relevance of this?

- You do remember her? - What of it?

I've read your letter to her. I know what she meant to you.

She was a very able member of staff, as I recall. What of it?

It were more than that. I've read the letter.

You were lovers. Don't you understand? I'm your daughter.

Good grief! Who on earth told you that?

- Your mother? - No, of course not.

She never even told me that the man she married wasn't my real father.

But now I know.

I'm sorry, young lady, but you're barking up the wrong tree.

- In fact, you're just plain barking. - Please don't!

After all these years, you can't disown me now.

- Let's put a stop to this nonsense. - You're him!

Why can't you just admit you're my father?

- LORD ASHFORDLY: Mrs Cameron! - But, sir...

CLATTERING

- Are you all right? - Would you bloody care?

MUSIC: 'Shine On Brightly' by Procol Harum

ROSIE: Well, the good news is the truck seems to be OK.

HE SIGHS I'm not. I'm shaking like a leaf.

You shouldn't have taken it without speaking to one of us.

You always park things there when they're in for repair.

How was I meant to know you hadn't finished it?

I was in the back. Why didn't you give me a call?

I did!

It's no good going over it. It's happened.

Just thank your lucky stars you're in one piece.

Oh, yeah.

If there'd been anything else in that road, I might have...

OSCAR: 'When you've done a will,

you're worth more dead than you are alive.'

CAROL: OK, if you'll waggle your fingers for me.

Right, now squeeze my hand.

Ah.

I think you've just sprained your wrist.

But judging from the bruises, you obviously took a very nasty fall.

PEGGY: That man's a brute.

Wouldn't you have thought he would've taken her to hospital!

I didn't give him a chance. I just ran off.

How long have you been working there?

- Only just started. - Oh, dear.

Aye. It weren't really a job she was after.

No?

She's looking for a close relative.

Go on. Tell her.

Well, I think he's my father.

Your father? Sorry, I'm not with you.

Lord Ashfordly! He made her mother pregnant when she was a housemaid

about year ago. - Is that true.

PEGGY: You can put money on it. Why else would he react like he did?

- Like what, Charlie? - He lost his temper.

PEGGY: Lost his rag.

Denied all knowledge, and pushed her down the stairs.

- He pushed you? - CHARLIE: Yeah.

His own daughter.

Perhaps you'd wait for Charlie outside, Mrs Armstrong.

Why? I'm a friend and witness.

Were you at Ashfordly Hall when the incident occurred?

- Well, no. - Then you can't help us.

Nurse Cassidy will stay here with Charlie.

Will you be all right, love?

I'll wait for you in the car.

You do realise the seriousness of this allegation?

How long have you been in Aidensfield, Charlie?

Just a couple of days.

Someone said they saw a girl like you at the church yesterday.

- Is this relevant to the as*ault? - Not to the as*ault, no.

Was it you?

And today you went back?

- To return what you'd taken? - Yeah.

And to sit and think for a while.

What about?

What it'd be like when I told my real father.

How he'd recognise me straight away, and he'd smile and he'd hug me.

But he were horrible. He just, he wouldn't listen to me.

He just called me mad and pushed me away.

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

LORD ASHFORDLY: There was an incident involving a member of staff, yes.

What's that got to do with you?

Charlotte Prentice says you assaulted her.

What?

She says you pushed her down the stairs.

- Absolute poppycock. - She has injuries to prove it.

She fell all right but it had nothing to do with me.

Nothing?

I had no contact with the girl whatsoever.

Have you a witness to support that?

I don't need one, Constable. I'm telling you what happened.

Miss Prentice says you questioned her at the top of the stairs.

She'd been snooping in my study.

You didn't trust her?

She was new and unproven.

What did she say?

I'm sure you already know what she said.

- In your own words please, sir. - She claimed I was her father.

- And you denied it? - Of course I denied it.

The idea's ridiculous.

You were angered by the claim?

A stranger coming into my home and saying that? Obviously I was angry.

- You lost your temper? - I didn't say that.

Charlotte Prentice does.

I think we'd better stop this conversation now.

I've told you what happened.

if you prefer to believe the ravings of a hysterical girl,

that's up to you.

Are you refusing to cooperate in this matter?

I've said what I have to say.

And I will call Sergeant Miller and talk to him about your attitude.

You won't need to call him. You can speak to him at the station.

- What do you mean? - Lord Ashfordly,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of causing actual bodily harm.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so,

but what you say may be put into writing and given in evidence.

BELL TOLLS

Shouldn't somebody say something?

At least he didn't leave a mess.

True. We all know what we're getting.

Something nice I bet.

PEGGY: He never even had his tea.

Bangers and mash, his favourite.

Playing with his train set. Woo-woo!

You could climb out of there.

BERNIE: It's a waste of good timber.

If you insist.

Just a second. One last snap for the album.

PEGGY: What the devil are you doing there?

That's the last meal I cook for him.

VOICES DISTORT

You're late.

DOG HOWLS, HE GASPS

HEARTBEAT POUNDING

You've only been here five minutes, Mason,

and already you've nicked the Chairman of the Bench!

- I trust you didn't cuff him? - Give me some credit, Sarge!

- I'll take that as a no, shall I? - No, I didn't cuff him.

Apart from that, I treated him as I would any other suspect.

Why didn't you check with me first?

Because I remembered you as a policeman

who showed no fear and gave no favours to anyone.

And that would make me as big a fool as you are!

HE SIGHS

PEGGY: Hello, lovey. I've poured you one out.

No, no, that's David's.

It's his favourite mug.

Oh, thank you.

This is gonna have to be my last day with you, Mrs Armstrong.

- Oh! - I've run out of money.

It's back home, then, is it?

Make it up with your other dad?

I suppose so.

Well, it seems a shame to leave everything up in the air here.

- CHARLIE: Yeah. - PEGGY: Perhaps we could see our way

to letting you stay on a bit longer on tick.

I mean, you'll have no trouble paying us back out of the Ashfordly fortune.

- DAVID: Right. - What's up with you?

I'm just popping out.

- Yeah, but this is ready. - I'm not hungry.

What...

Would you like me to call your solicitor, my Lord?

I rather think he has better things to be getting on with.

Well, that's for you to judge, sir.

Oh, for pity's sake. Let's be rid of this nonsense!

MILLER: The girl's complaint is on record.

She's not something that can be got rid of.

Well, if she's saying I assaulted her, she's telling lies.

MILLER: So how did she fall?

I've already explained! It was an accident.

She became agitated at the top of the stairs.

- She turned, tripped and fell. - She was agitated?

Do I have to keep repeating myself?

Miss Prentice claimed you were her father.

You reacted angrily and rejected the claim.

You say she turned, tripped and tumbled.

Yes.

No contact between you and the girl?

Absolutely none. I imagine she went over on a tin of polish or something

she'd left on the stairs.

Why does she remember the incident differently?

Out of spite.

- MASON: Because you rejected her? - I assume so, yes.

Because you ridiculed her?

Let's just get this clear.

On what grounds does she believe that you're her father?

None that pass muster, I can assure you.

Miss Prentice showed me your letter enclosing a cheque for £.

I accept that my generosity could be open to misinterpretation,

but at the time, it was essential to the smooth running of the house.

Why was that?

Families like mine deal with staff problems in confidence.

And I don't break such confidences ever.

My housekeeper at the time was Jean Robson

and she knows the truth about the girl's parentage.

LORD ASHFORDLY: 'Whether she'll reveal it is another matter.'

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

Mrs Robson?

Oh, I should have waited. I could have done with some muscle.

Is there anything I can help with now?

No. That's about it.

Not much for a life.

Is that Vic?

And this is her. Jenny Gunnell.

Charlie thinks it was Lord Ashfordly who had the affair with her mother.

You've only got to look at the picture. She's not looking at him.

She's making cow eyes at Vic.

MRS ROBSON: That's one I won't be taking.

I was hoping you would talk to her.

The girl? Why?

I can't tell her anything her mother doesn't already know.

MASON: Her mother's dead.

There must be something you can tell her something about her father.

Nothing that she'd want to hear.

Look, I've got enough mess to clear up, Constable.

Did you and Vic have any children?

No. He was adamant he never wanted any.

Ha! There's a joke.

BRAKES SCREECH

- YOUNGER: What's he playing at? - BELLAMY: Give him a blast.

HONKS HORN

Slowed down even more now.

Right!

David, what are you up to?

You're driving at a snail's pace.

Yeah, well, I was just trying to be safe.

I like to test the brakes and make sure they're still working.

Right. Well, couldn't you ask Bernie or Rosie to look at 'em?

No. No, no, I think they're all right really.

It's almost as dangerous to drive too slow as it is too fast.

- Right? - Right.

PC Younger?

What's the matter?

I think I need your help.

What's up, David?

It's quite serious really. It's...

I think someone's trying to k*ll me.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hello.

Thanks for coming.

Charlie, this is Mrs Robson.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'll leave you two to talk.

sh**t, sabotage and poisoning.

That's a very interesting story, Mr Stockwell.

Yeah, well, I mean, all these things can't be a coincidence, can they?

Well, that's hard to say.

You'd better leave it with us.

Good. So you'll be able to do something then, will ya?

Oh, yes. My team will be on red alert, Mr Stockwell.

Thank you.

Oh. Yeah, I'll, er...

Younger.

Get rid of him.

- I didn't know what to do, Sarge. - You do now. Get rid of him.

MRS ROBSON: £! Well!

When I found out your mother was pregnant,

I was all for leaving Vic and the hall.

- But you didn't. - No.

Lord Ashfordly turned on the charm.

He said he couldn't afford to lose me or Vic.

I liked my job.

And Vic, well, I was still in love with him I think.

What was it you loved about him?

Well, he was a good-looking fella for a start.

He was a man's sort of a man.

But one that could charm the ladies.

He could be such fun to be with.

Till he hit the bottle.

So it weren't all bad then?

SHE CHUCKLES

No. It wasn't all bad.

Do you think he ever wondered about me?

- Yes. - Really?

I'm sure he did.

So that's what I'm going to do, David. -hour surveillance.

I'll be minding your back day and night. All right?

- Oh, thanks, Mr Younger. - All right.

Thank you.

Thank you for talking to me.

Talking's good, so they say.

I'm not so sure.

No, it means a lot to me to know the truth.

DOOR OPENS

I'm going now, Constable.

Right. Thanks again.

Would you mind if I kept in touch?

No, of course not. I'm in the book.

MASON: What's wrong?

Can I take back what I said about Lord Ashfordly?

- He didn't push you? - No.

Will you take me to say sorry to him?

If you must.

Well, it would be churlish of me

not to accept your apology, young lady.

Thank you, sir.

I liked your mother. What happened was unfortunate.

From now on, I hope your life will run more smoothly for you.

- Thank you, my Lord. - Goodbye. Good luck.

Whilst I can make allowances for Miss Prentice's youth,

I can find no mitigation for your handling of this matter.

I was merely following procedure, my Lord.

Really?

Sergeant Miller tells me you're here on a temporary ticket.

That's right.

Just as well perhaps.

Because I don't think you'll cut the mustard round these parts.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

EXHAUST BANGS

EXHAUST BANGS

HE SIGHS

Right. Where is he, then?

He's locked hisself in his bedroom.

He thinks people want to bump him off. He's gone all paranormal.

Now, this is you filling his mind with doom and gloom.

HE SIGHS

KNOCK ON DOOR

OSCAR: David. It's Oscar Blaketon.

I'd like to talk to you. Can you open the door?

Will you just go away? I know this is a trap.

OSCAR: Nobody's gonna harm you, David. I promise.

DAVID: Well, I'm taking no chances.

Look, none of us should wrap ourselves in cotton wool

when things go wrong, David.

I've been having second thoughts.

I don't think you were quite ready to make that will.

OSCAR: David, you're still a young man.

You're fit, healthy.

You should be outside enjoying life.

So come on.

It's best to die intestate

than life your life in fear like this.

Now, what do you say?

Come on.

Open the door.

So will the solicitor take the will back?

There's no need.

Just burn it. You can always make another one.

Burn it?

Will that make you happier?

- Yeah, it would. - Then go on, do it.

I'm going to go and rustle us up some grub.

Bangers and mash suit you?

Oh, yes please. I'm starving!

Charlie.

Your dad's here.