17x11 - A Brush With The Law

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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: 'Picture Book' by The Kinks

♪ Picture yourself when you're getting old

♪ Sat by the fireside a-pondering on ♪

HORN

CRASH

Dash it, Radford. Are you completely blind?

You don't own the road, Ashfordly, whatever you might think.

- Look at this, what a mess. - Is anyone hurt?

Only male pride. Such a fragile bloom.

My dear Mary.

Look at yourself, like a lovelorn schoolboy.

Gordon, please.

You had your chance, Ashfordly.

Years ago. And the better man won.

GINA: Just a half, Bernie? What's this, one foot on the wagon?

I've got to get back to the garage.

The work is piling up with Rosemary gone.

She'll be back before you know it.

A bit of trade for you outside. A couple of expensive-looking dents.

- They'll have to join the queue. - Something special, is it?

The fox hunting season starts tomorrow.

You'd think it'd be the foxes needing a drink.

What was that?

Static. Here.

Ow!

It must be something you're wearing.

After a car?

I've been thinking about a Capri, yeah.

All style, no substance.

Eh, Alfa Romeos are nice.

Rust buckets. You need summat solid and reliable.

Good fuel economy and affordable spare parts.

I take it you have something in the garage, Bernie.

One careful lady owner.

Nun actually. miles on her clock.

Each and every one of them holy.

I must have something by the weekend.

I'm off to London to see Shona.

My sister.

- Brandy, please, Gina. - Coming up, my Lord.

There's couple on that list'll run down any fox, Mr Radford.

What's happened to Storm?

He's not come up right, sir.

You've had all summer long. Maybe it's you who hasn't "come up right".

It's not for the want of time he's spent down the kennels,

as you'd know yourself.

Gordon has had rather a lot on his plate recently.

But we've put a stop to that, haven't we, dear?

I'll see you bright and early. I want the horses looking their best,

even if we can't say the same for the hounds.

Such charm. One of the hunting set, I gather?

Yes, the Master, Gordon Radford.

He certainly has a gift for getting up people's noses.

- Who's the other chap? - Alec Pickering.

Looks after the hounds. They used to get on well.

I have turned a blind eye to your many affairs, Gordon,

but I will not have my nose rubbed in it by the kennelman's wife.

I've broken it off, Mary, what more do you want?

What we agreed. Pickering goes, and your mistress with him.

- Are you going already? - The atmosphere's a bit strained.

What have you been up to?

Storm is Mister Radford's favourite hound.

Now, Storm's parents are Countess and Traveller.

And he was from a litter that was sired by Nelson

who people say was the greatest of them all.

David, is there owt you don't know about the Ashfordly Hunt?

Not a lot, no.

Except how to make any spondulicks out of 'em.

- It's not for that, Aunt Peg. - Everything's for that, lad.

It's just a matter of knowing how.

Go on, have an aniseed ball.

That'll get nowt out of that lot Peggy. They do as they like.

Ride where they want. They get away with m*rder.

Your views are well known, Richard.

Let's not have any trouble, shall we?

They're the trouble, Oscar. I don't wish them any harm who let me alone.

I'm the Hunt Secretary, Richard. You have my word.

Any damage on your land, you'll be fully compensated.

I don't want compensation.

I want the toffs and their dogs to keep off my land.

Just calm down, Richard.

You're a cracked record.

And for the record. I decide where we hunt, not you.

Set foot on my land tomorrow, we'll see what happens.

I'll take that as an invitation.

Oh, so it's true what they say about dogs and aniseed.

No, no, no! These aren't for you, my furry friend.

MUSIC: 'Jollity Farm' by Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band

♪ There's a farm called Misery But of that we'll have none

♪ Because we know of one That's always lots of fun

♪ (Ha, ha) And this one's name is Jollity

♪ Believe me, folks, it's great

♪ For everything sings out to us as we go through the gate

♪ All the little pigs they grunt and howl

♪ The cats mee-yow the dogs bow-wow

♪ Everybody makes a row down on Jollity Farm ♪

Ow!

Was that a spark?

It's the dry atmosphere, I think, or the boots.

It's his highly charged personality.

Ha, ha(!)

Bri-nylon. Drip-dry shirts. The bachelor's burden.

Mrs Ventress wouldn't give 'em house-room.

Alf, real men don't iron.

Right. The Ashfordly Hunt meets today.

It does no harm to be visible at these events.

Mason.

I'm to baby-sit a bunch of toffs on horseback?

Why not? Your tact with dealing with the upper echelons

has often been noted.

Ooh, summat smells good.

Oh. Just a few beef bones, that's all.

Right, ladies and gents, make sure you can all see the camera,

and try and keep a tidy line.

Hang on. There's somebody missing.

Joanna, where's your mother?

Well, better late than never, I suppose, Stella.

The shirt I put on was missing a button, Oscar.

Talk about "letting it all hang out".

- That would have been an entrance. - Oscar Blaketon.

Right then. Let's try that again.

All of you, watch the birdie.

Good hunting, master!

Enjoy it yourself, Pickering.

It'll be your last. I've decided to let you go.

You have an affair with my wife and I get the sack?

If you were half the man, it would never have happened.

You're a weakling, deserve everything you get.

DAVID: My aniseed balls!

PEGGY: You ate 'em all.

No, I didn't. I had left at bedtime last night,

plus one half sucked.

Well, I've invested your aniseed balls, David.

They're now part of the bigger picture.

Well, you've got no right. They're my favourites.

David, you'll be able to bathe in aniseed balls after today is over.

Trust me. Did I ever say and it didn't happen?

Well...

You're not too old for a thick ear.

What have you done to the hounds? Look at 'em, tired, listless.

We're well sh*t of you. Not a minute too soon.

Simply not called for.

Am I treading on your sensibilities? On your noblesse oblige?

Well, I'm not noble and I'm not obliged to anyone.

We'll try Copstone Wood.

That means crossing Richard Smith's land.

As it no doubt has for the last years.

Why not go to Aisgill instead, or Wath End.

Copstone Wood.

How do you live with him?

Typical Charles, always straight to the point.

Except when it really mattered.

I've never found it easy, Mary. That sort of thing.

Perhaps we should rejoin the hunt?

MUSIC: 'I Can See For Miles' by The Who

♪ I know you've deceived me now here's a surprise

♪ I know that you have cos there's magic in my eyes

♪ I can see for miles and miles

♪ And miles... ♪

I told you what'd happen if you strayed on my land.

I'm not straying on your land, I'm going straight across it.

If you were proper quality, you wouldn't act like this!

You think you can do as you please, we'll all tug our forelocks.

Now we have laws to protect you and your property.

If there's to be any trouble, you let us handle it, sir.

Oh yeah, they're in Copstone Wood, Aunt Peg.

Mrs Radford's having a right go at somebody.

She's storming off now.

MUSIC: 'The Hunter' by Free

BARKING

HORNS

♪ They call me the hunter

♪ That's my name

♪ A pretty little woman like you

♪ Is my only game

♪ I bought me a love g*n

♪ Just the other day

♪ And I aim

♪ To aim it your way

♪ Ain't no use to hide

♪ Ain't no use to run

♪ Cos I got you in the sight

♪ Of my girly g*n, listen ♪

So, Pickering, your little girl's first k*ll.

First blood.

Wouldn't want you to forget your first time.

I won't.

LAUGHS

Come on.

Yeah, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Smell that aniseed.

HUNTING HORN

Oh, you little beauties!

My little patch of paradise!

Ashfordly.

Ashfordly. Where are you?

There you are, you pathetic sneak!

You're jealous, so you take the coward's way.

What the devil!

He punched me on the jaw then did all this. The man's a lunatic.

You've not argued recently, crossed each other in some way?

- No. - The collision outside the pub?

Hardly more than a shunt.

If there is something between you I'd like to know what it is.

You know the man, Sergeant. He's barely rational.

I think we'd better pay Mr Radford a visit.

You admit you assaulted Lord Ashfordly, Mr Radford?

I hardly touched him.

I've seen plates of tripe with more backbone than that mummy's boy.

Because you suspect him of being responsible for all this.

Look at it. The brushes are irreplaceable.

I've earned those over years as master.

On what grounds do you suspect Lord Ashfordly, sir?

Well, last night for a start.

That was a minor collision. It hardly explains all this.

I'm master of the hunt, of course. That sticks in his throat.

And he's always lusted after my wife.

Why so suddenly now?

- And there's more. Ask him. - We already have.

You don't like him much, do you, sir?

I was born in Sheffield.

I dragged myself up by the bootstraps.

I've earned what I've got.

You've committed an offence on my patch. I don't care about the rest.

We'll be in touch in due course.

I was in Radford's, whatever he calls it, sanctum sanctorum,

yesterday afternoon. I haven't been back.

What was the reason for your visit, sir?

It was a personal matter.

Lord Ashfordly, a crime has been committed.

It was a private matter of a sensitive nature,

and completely unrelated to your investigation.

I'll be the judge of that, sir.

We can't risk our investigation because of social niceties?

Social niceties?

This is the very bedrock of our way of life, Constable.

This is what stops us turning into animals.

Being what you call a toff

involves more than riding to hounds and opening fetes.

And I will not betray a confidence to save my own skin!

Is that clear?

Where were you today between the hours of .am and .pm?

You know very well.

I did leave the hunt, briefly, to attend to some business.

When was that, sir, exactly?

When we were at Copstone Wood.

MASON: 'So between . and .?'

ASHFORDLY: 'If you say so.'

MASON: 'Where did you go?'

ASHFORDLY: 'I went to talk to Richard Smith.'

'Try to smooth things over.'

'Didn't want any further unpleasantness.'

- MASON: 'So he can vouch for you.' - ASHFORDLY: 'He wasn't in.'

'I checked around the place,

then I remounted and went back to join the hunt.'

I was only gone ten minutes.

And I trust my word will be sufficient, Constable.

Well, it seems that no one can corroborate your story.

I can tell you that we are following a number of other lines of enquiry.

Well, I shan't be troubling you any further.

I don't wish to pursue the complaint.

You won't be pressing charges against Mr Radford?

And wash our dirty linen in public? We're supposed to set an example.

BERNIE: Sound as a pound. Check those sills.

Not a speck of rust. Led a charmed life has this.

Ow!

Did I tell you she was a nun?

- Richard Smith. - What about him?

Does he drive a Land Rover?

Series two, ', two-and-a-quarter litre.

What's this in for?

Well, you'll have heard of Ginger Wells. Wartime fighter pilot?

Centre forward for York City?

Well, he won the Harewood Hill Climb three years running in that.

Quite the all rounder.

Local hero was Ginger. Did I mention playing for Yorkshire?

Lived fast, d*ed young.

So, how come this is here?

Young and broke.

We sent him off with six black horses caparisoned in silver.

When it came to my bill, there was nowt left, but that thing.

So sell it.

Joe, I've stripped the beggar down and rebuilt it,

I've replaced nearly everything.

I've greased it, ground it, reamed it, polished it,

I've even prayed over it and it hasn't budged

since the day Ginger Wells passed on.

Oh, the colour? Smith's Land Rover?

Grey. Why?

Out of all the properties in all the villages

the hunt has to pass through yours.

Yeah. And half the village witnessed it. Eh! And look at this.

Yeah, well, you'll need a new shed.

I've made a list.

I bet you have. There's more veg here than Leeds Market.

Gutters, fences.

I don't know. Well, it were a black day.

All right. I'll put this in motion. Could take several weeks.

Weeks?

In the meantime, the truth might will out.

This is Radford's house. The nearest the hunt got was here,

Copstone Wood,

where Lord Ashfordly admits he left the hunt for ten minutes.

Time to get to Radford's, do the damage and get back again?

On horseback, I'd say so.

Lord Ashfordly, a suspect?

We can't eliminate the man from our enquiries

because of his breeding, Younger.

He claims he went to smooth things over with Richard Smith.

Smith and Radford had a set-to last night at the pub

and again today, when the hunt crossed his land.

That's Smith's farm, there.

It's no further from Radford's than Copstone Wood.

So Smith can vouch for Lord Ashfordly?

According to Ashfordly, Smith wasn't there.

That's the pair of them without alibis.

Smith drives a grey Land Rover.

I happened to see one tearing along this track

while the hunt was in Copstone Wood.

So Ashfordly was at Smith's, and Smith was at Radford's?

- Yeah, or vice versa. - Right.

We should also speak to Alec Pickering, the kennelman.

Radford gave him a very public dressing down last night.

Ashfordly, Smith and Pickering. Three decent leads.

Right. Well, I'll see you bright and early in the morning then, lads.

Is this your vehicle, Mr Smith?

Aye.

Were you driving it around . yesterday?

About half three? Yeah. It'd be about then.

Do you want to tell me where you went?

Radford's. He took his cronies trampling on my land.

I thought I'd do a bit of trampling of my own.

Breaking and entering, arson, malicious damage.

- It's not a laughing matter, sir. - Oh, it is when it's that...

You get arrested for swearing?

You'd best just tell me what happened.

SMITH: 'You heard him.'

'"I'm not straying on your land, I'm going straight across it".'

'He finally tipped me over the edge.'

MASON: 'What did you have in mind?'

SMITH: 'I don't know. Do some damage.'

'And I'm just thinking, "Right, get even."'

'Somebody had got there before me.'

'I could hear 'em smashing the place up.'

'It were great.'

- Who was it? - No idea.

You're telling me you didn't look?

What I don't know, I can't tell.

The door was open and you weren't just the slightest bit curious?

No.

But I hope they did a right good job.

Come on, lads.

At least have the good grace to wait till nightfall

before you come poaching.

That was uncalled for, your Lordship,

especially since I am the injured party.

- You don't look injured. - No, not me.

My vegetable plot,

which you and your colleagues rode right across yesterday afternoon.

Oh. Did we? Well, you'd better talk to Blaketon.

Yeah, well, I did. But he says it'll take weeks to sort out.

And meanwhile my family goes hungry.

You and that nephew of yours?

I know we haven't got a family like yours, your Lordship,

grand and wealthy and noted for fair play,

noblesse oblige et cetera.

If I hear that one more time, I think I'll probably sh**t myself.

Yeah, well, before you do that...

Oh, very well. I'll speak to Blaketon.

I wouldn't want you to go short of vegetables to eat with my pheasant.

Let the young'uns feed first,

then put more flesh out for the rest of the pack. You listening?

- I'll see it gets done, Dad. - When did all this happen?

- Yesterday afternoon. - There is a God after all.

You and Mr Radford didn't get on?

He gave me the sack yesterday.

Is that what the disagreement was about in the pub?

Or was it something else you fell out about.

- It was the job, that's all. - Only it seemed more personal.

Where were you yesterday between . and .?

Are you taking the Mick?

We've reason to believe that was the time the vandalism took place.

I was wearing a bright red coat.

There's umpteen witnesses'll tell you I never left the hunt.

I don't know who broke in at Radford's,

but sad to say it weren't me.

Hiya.

I found this in the bar. I think it's Joanna's.

It's mine, actually. Same difference. I'd offer you some tea.

Stella, what's going on?

Alec got the push. The house comes with the job, so we're moving.

Where to?

Wherever he can find work, if he can.

That's awful, Stella.

It's my own fault.

You and Gordon Radford?

Lady muck found out. It was a bit of fun, Gina.

I was bored. Me and Alec...

The hounds are his life these days. What a mess.

I don't see how we'll get back from this.

Hey. Come here.

Course you will.

I hear Mr Radford's got broken into.

During the hunt, yes. When they were in Copstone Wood, we think.

Oh, they were in there for ages.

You were watching? You didn't happen to see anything unusual, did you?

Me? No.

I was too busy watching Mrs Radford give somebody a right ticking off.

So, who said I was arguing?

A reliable witness.

Have you seen many hunts, Constable?

If you upset someone,

it's possible they did the damage to your husband's property.

We're passionate about our sport.

Like you are about... association football.

It's a charged atmosphere.

Tempers boil over. There are arguments.

Perhaps someone upset you? Did you leave the hunt at all, Mrs Radford?

To ride home and set fire to Gordon's study?

I wouldn't set foot in there if it was the last place on earth.

Never have.

It's his preserve and I respect that. If that's all?

You won't tell me what this argument was about?

Certainly not. We have strict rules of etiquette.

What's said in the field stays in the field.

Much like association football.

Everyone I've spoken to confirms Pickering never left the hunt.

He's not your man, Sarge.

Which leaves Lord Ashfordly and Richard Smith.

But their stories tally with each other.

They could both be lying.

What about Mary Radford? What did she have to say for herself?

Absolutely nothing, in a very roundabout and condescending way.

- Could she be covering for someone? - Our old friend noblesse oblige?

Ah, but, Radford's not a proper toff though, is he?

He's not. But she is.

It's her house and her money.

He was selling insurance door to door.

That's how they met.

At least according to Mrs Ventress, who's hardly if ever wrong.

Blimey. The way he goes on. You'd think he owned half the county.

She does.

Is this more stuff from the Radford's den?

Yes. I sent Younger back to do a deeper search.

See if he could come up with anything more useful.

MASON: He did. This.

It looks like a button of a lady's blouse.

Yeah, it is, but it's not his wife's.

She told me she doesn't go in there. Never has. And I believe her.

The dirty dog.

Well?

The hunt photograph, sarge.

'It's an annual ritual.'

'It always takes place on the dot at o'clock

on the first day of the season.'

Hang on. There's somebody missing. Joanna, where's your mother?

'Only this year, it was late, thanks to Stella Pickering.'

'Blaketon wasn't best pleased.'

Well, better late than never I suppose, Stella.

The shirt I put on was missing a button.

Talk about "letting it all hang out".

Now that would have been an entrance.

Right then. Let's try again.

We found it in Gordon Radford's den.

Down the back of his sofa, to be exact.

It's the missing button from your blouse, I take it?

There's not much excitement round here.

It was a fairly pointless fling

and it cost my husband's job and this house.

Is that what you were arguing with Mrs Radford about?

You must have been very angry. Radford had just sacked your husband.

You blamed Mary.

And you decided to take it out on Mr Radford

while the hunt was busy in Copstone Wood.

- Is that when it happened? - We think so, yes.

It can't have been me, then.

I was with Gordon. That's when he told me he'd sacked Alec.

And then what?

The hounds picked up a scent, and we were off.

You can ask him, I was with Gordon the whole time.

Did your husband know about this affair?

Yes. He's known for some time.

He turned a blind eye.

He needed the job, Sergeant. What do you think?

Did Mary Radford know?

She decided I had to go. And that meant Alec as well.

But you didn't argue with Mary Radford

while the hunt was in Copstone Wood?

I told you.

Hello?

Bernie?

RADIO: ♪ I'll make you happy baby

♪ Just wait and see

♪ For every kiss you give me

♪ I'll give you three ♪

BERNIE: Who's there?

Bernie?

You left the door open, Bernie.

I've got some paperwork to catch up on.

Needed a swift half to raise the spirits.

I'll let you get on.

I thought it'd keep till Rosie got back.

But, er... she's not coming back.

Letter arrived this morning. Air Mail.

I'm sorry.

She's happy. That's the main thing.

As David will tell you, that little plot was like the Garden of Eden.

- Was it? - Yes, it was.

So I marched straight up to Ashfordly Hall.

I mean, when you're like that with the Organ Grinder,

You would not want to do business with the Monkey? Evening, Oscar.

Well, I've had a word with Lord Ashfordly.

- Oh, and how is he, my pal? - This is a con and you know it.

I don't know how you've done it, but I mean to find out.

Has his lordship given you any instructions

regarding my compensation?

You can have the cheque tomorrow night.

This business is as bent as a nine bob note.

Ooh! He's cut me to the quick.

Ashfordly dare not show his face, I see.

Not tonight, no.

You don't still think he had anything to do with your fire.

Know he did.

A minor car accident? The fact that you're Master of the Hounds?

Noblesse oblige old man. Noblesse oblige.

Well, you won't be needing these. The walk'll do you good.

In that case, one for the road.

Oh, what a lovely morning.

You're in a good mood.

Your brilliant auntie has converted all your aniseed balls

into hard cash.

How much?

Ah. Er, not that much actually.

But enough to get you another big bag of 'em.

- What do you think of that? - Great.

Are you taking some of that for your dinner?

Oh, lovely.

Don't you just love the smell of beef broth in the morning?

No. This smells of...

aniseed balls.

Mrs Radford found him in a ditch by the gate this morning.

He hasn't regained consciousness.

Hit and run, then?

Start with the garages. I'm hoping that it's an unreported accident.

As opposed to attempted m*rder?

MASON: Was it booked in advance?

Lord Ashfordly brought it in.

Fell in with the doors. I got on with it straight away.

We know there was a minor shunt on this wing,

is that what it looked like, or could it have been a bigger impact?

One dent looks much the same as another to me.

Could it have been a glancing blow on a pedestrian?

I really wouldn't like to say.

ASHFORDLY: I was out in the car last night, yes,

on a confidential matter.

I need to know where you were, my Lord.

And I won't betray a confidence, Sergeant.

A man may die. I need to establish the facts.

I had some business to attend to. I took the car.

What time was this?

Fairly late. After ten.

What time did you return?

I was out for an hour or so.

And no-one can corroborate this?

Or at least, you say there is someone, but you won't tell me who.

Oi! You wanna tell me what you're looking for?

Gordon Radford was hit by a car last night. The driver didn't stop.

- He's all right, is he? - He's unconscious.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I know I go on a bit, but... I wouldn't wish real harm on anybody.

You saw who broke into Mr Radford's den, didn't you?

Will you tell me who it is now?

You and Mr Radford were recently involved

in an argument outside the Aidensfield Arms.

He did quite a bit of damage to my car.

Yet you didn't take it in for repair straight away. Why was that?

The day after the accident I was hunting all day.

And yesterday I spent most of my time

answering your constable's questions.

You didn't even book it in.

Yet this morning, you were there bright and early.

I found the damage offensive.

Lord Ashfordly, did you knock down Gordon Radford last night?

Good heavens, man, no, of course not.

Somebody saw you, Joanna. Setting fire to Mr Radford's den.

I wonder why you would do that.

Mrs Radford.

- She shouldn't have said it. - In Copstone Wood?

JOANNA: 'The hounds were taking ages to pick up a scent.'

'People were wandering around, a bit bored.'

What do you want with me?

Mr Radford's sacked my dad, hasn't he?

That's between the two men, Joanna.

Yeah, but if you said something, we might be able to stay.

- There's nothing I can do. - You could try.

You really have no idea what you're asking.

You're gonna throw us out, and we're gonna lose our home and everything.

- Don't lay this at my door. - Well, where then?

Your mother. She's been sleeping with my husband.

MASON: Your mother and Mr Radford. Is that the first you knew of it?

Did you mean to cause so much damage?

I meant to burn the whole place down.

It must have taken you some time.

Nobody notices me.

Not Mum. Not Dad.

Joanna, why the sofa?

You cut it to ribbons.

I told you.

I was mad. Him and Mum.

Joanna, is there anything else you want to tell me?

Before we go downstairs?

Anything at all?

I'd like you to read this over, Your Lordship.

And sign it, unless there are any parts with which you disagree.

KNOCKING

Excuse me?

Sorry. A message from PC Mason, Sergeant.

This had better be good, Mason.

Lord Ashfordly has an alibi, Sarge.

According to Joanna Pickering, he was here last night,

arrived at ., stayed for an hour.

Here? What on earth was he doing here?

Noblesse oblige. He knows something about this family

that he won't divulge even to save his own skin.

And you know what this something is?

I'd rather hear it from her.

Joanna has already admitted

to starting the fire at the Radfords' house.

It can't be.

Joanna?

I know about Mum and Gordon. Mrs Radford told me.

But you're all right, love. We're still together, as a family.

Where you were last night, Mr Pickering?

Young Farmers' down Danby. Why?

Gordon Radford was the victim of a hit and run last night.

He's in hospital.

- How about you, Mrs Pickering? - What? Here. I was here.

- All night? - Yes.

Then you'll be able to tell me who your visitor was.

I don't remember any visitor.

Your daughter does.

Oh, help me, Jo?

Do you have your own car, Mrs Pickering?

Stella!

Alec had gone out for the night. Jo was, erm, upstairs I think.

I remembered the shirt button. I hadn't done anything about it.

You decided to mend it?

I got my sewing box

to find a matching button,

got some white cotton, threaded a needle.

And then I realised.

What did you realise, Mrs Pickering?

The last person to wear that shirt... wasn't me.

She's hardly more than a child. How could he do that to her?

Take your time, Mrs Pickering.

I got in the car. I was going to confront him.

Him and that stuck-up bitch of a wife.

I was in a rage and I didn't see him.

I felt him though.

Saw him in the mirror.

And I drove up onto the moor to calm down.

That was that.

I hope he dies.

We'll need a full written statement, Mrs Pickering.

Then there'll be the question of charges before we can consider bail.

At last. I was beginning to think that thing was jinxed.

Come and celebrate with some of Aunt Peggy's soup.

What's going on?

What have you got in there, David?

Soup. Aunt Peggy's home-made.

Let me guess what's in it.

This is beef bones and aniseed balls.

Oh, sorry you wanted to guess, didn't you?

No wonder you're a hit with the hounds, David.

Aniseed is used to lay drag trails for the hounds to follow.

- But you wouldn't know that. - No, I didn't know that.

But if this soup is anything to go by, I don't blame them.

You were drunk. A car hit you.

God, I hurt all over.

I've just been on the phone with Alec Pickering.

He wanted to know how you were.

Whatever for?

Because it was his wife who hit you.

I've overlooked, I don't know how many, Gordon,

but I can't overlook this one.

Stella Pickering?

No. Her daughter.

She's years old.

I'll send you a case on.

You can get the rest when you've found somewhere else to live.

Many miles from here.

Mary.

PEGGY: Oh, no. You can say what you like about Lord Ashfordly.

He's old school.

A proper toff.

Firm but fair.

Speaking of which...

- One cheque. - Thank you.

DAVID: "Pay Peggy Armstrong

the sum of one million laughs,"

signed "Mickey Mouse".

And here's your compensation, Peg.

It's your favourite, beef bone and aniseed ball soup.

David? Have you been giving away my secret recipes?

You should have tossed the bones in the bin

after you'd laid the drag trails.

In the bin? Waste not want not, Oscar.

Auntie Peggy's beef broth

with aniseed.

Now, that's got a ring to it.

Mary's thrown him out on his ear.

And he'll have to resign as Master, of course.

Which means you won't be troubled any further, Richard.

Huh. I'll believe that when I see it.

Oh, you'll see it. I'm a man of my word.

Goodnight, Blaketon, Gina.

GINA: Good night, M'Lord.

All sorted out, Your Lordship?

As is your case, finally.

With the greatest of respect, you didn't exactly speed things along.

I knew about Radford and the Pickering girl.

Went to appeal to his better nature. Course, he doesn't have one,

so I went to see the girl herself, offer my help.

It's not all riding to hounds and opening fetes, eh?

"Noblesse oblige". "Rank imposes obligations."

Oh, I know I was born into privilege, Mason, I know that.

But it comes with a duty to those who weren't.

I wanted to make amends to the girl, do the right thing.

Didn't quite work out that way, sir.

How could Mary have fallen for such a thoroughly bad lot.

Closed book to me, Mason.

Fairer sex. Closed book.

BERNIE: Running like a sewing machine.

You make it hard to resist.

Well, it's just what you need.

Aye, I suppose.

Let me take the sporty number.

Are you sure? You'll have to push it out the garage.

I'll take my chances.

Deal?

MUSIC: 'Summertime Blues' by Eddie Cochran

♪ Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss I'm gonna raise a holler

♪ About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar

♪ Well I didn't go to work told the boss I was sick

♪ Now you can't use the car cos you didn't work a lick

♪ Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do

♪ But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues ♪