Heartbeat (1992) s07e11 Episode Script

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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
NICK DRAKE: Time Has Told Me
Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure
Hang on here, love.
I'll just be a couple of minutes.
What are you doing, Dad?
Mum'll be wanting me home!
Not to ask for more
For someday our ocean ♪
Did you speak to the caterers?
Yeah. We just need
to finalise the menu.
Flowers for the church.
Eileen wants to do that.
Great.
So, photographer, cake, best man.
- Did you speak to Phil?
- No, not yet.
Well, don't worry. I will.
Oh, I'm alright, I supposed.
I'm just worrying
about the business.
It's dead quiet.
Understandable,
since you're an undertaker!
Seriously, I haven't seen
a customer for weeks.
You'll be all right.
There'll be another great
plague along any minute.
It's not funny, Claude.
I'm beginning to
think you're right.
You better get me another Scotch
before I'm too upset to enjoy it.
You all right, Gina?
Sorry.
This court appearance tomorrow.
It's only a licensing application.
You'll be fine.
I know but I'm still not sure
I'm doing the right thing.
Well, you're running
the place already, Gina,
and you're doing a really good job.
Anyway, I'll be here to help you.
Yeah.
Steve, what's this?
What's what?
American beer.
I didn't order this.
Erm no. That was me.
It's new. I thought
we could try some.
You thought?
Yeah, I should have told you. Sorry.
And since when do
you do the ordering?
Well, you'll just
have to send it back.
Are you off, then?
Oh, yes. That's enough for one day.
Alf, has Nick said much to you
about the wedding arrangements?
How do you mean?
You don't know who's going
to be the best man, do you?
No, I don't.
Cos I sort of thought,
being his mate and that
Oh, he hasn't asked you, then?
No. Still, a bit of time to go yet.
And I'm the obvious choice, aren't I.
Well, I wouldn't raise
your hopes too much.
He's probably asked one of
his friends from the Met.
Or one of the Rowan tribe.
There's plenty of them.
I suppose so.
GUNSHO
What's happened?
- Come on!
- What's the matter, dad?
I told you nothing!
He's up on Chafton Moor, just off
the road from Puckton to Ashfordly.
No, no, I can't tell you.
You're not to say a word about this.
You promise?
- Letter for you.
- Mmm?
French postmark.
You enjoyed your trip, didn't you?
Yes, of course I did.
Shame Antonin's so far away.
Oh, well. Absence makes
the heart and all that.
What are you doing today, Katie?
- Trying on my bridesmaid's dress.
- Are you?
We're going round to
Alice Jessop's first.
She's due out of
hospital this morning.
And then we'll try on
the bridesmaid's dress.
- Happy to be going home?
- Ooh, I can't wait.
I'm all right, Maggie.
I can manage.
You need to take it steady,
Mrs. Jessop.
Can take a while to
recover from a stroke.
Oh, I feel like a spring lamb.
I still wished you'd consider
having someone living in.
Oh, that's under control.
I've taken your advice.
I've advertised for a housekeeper.
Sammy Maxton was taken into
Ashfordly General last night.
There was an emergency
call around 9:15.
He'd been shot and
lost a lot of blood.
Do we know anything about him?
He's a gamekeeper at Puckton.
He's still critical but stable.
Bellamy's been at the
hospital overnight,
so I want you, Rowan,
to go and take over.
Now, we need to talk to
him as soon as he's fit.
Who phoned emergency services?
It was anonymous.
A male voice.
Ventress, you get over to Puckton
see if you can sniff out anything.
Well, could this be
an accident, sarge?
Could be, Ventress.
It could be attempted murder.
Now, then.
Claude! Haha!
Glad you got my message.
Ah, hope you're not wasting my time,
none of the ??? rubbish, is it?
Come here. Come and see
what I've got for you. Hey!
Hey, this is a beauty, this is.
Ho ho ho! Just look at that.
Funny colour for a
snooker table, ain't it.
Snooker table?
It's not a snooker table.
American pool table.
That's all the craze, that is.
Like in the film The Hustler.
It's like snooker, but they've
got numbered balls, you see.
Numbered balls?
What's that for,
people who are colour-blind?
What would I do wi' it?
It's a business investment,
ain't it, something like that.
You can rent it out
to pubs and clubs.
They'll be screaming
for something like this.
I thought anyone
with a bit upstairs
could make a killing
from something like that.
So I thought of you, Claude.
Oh, they're lovely, Eileen.
What a welcome home!
Shall I put them over there?
Yes. That'll be fine, dear.
Katie, would you like a biscuit?
Yes, please.
Come on, then.
Now, I've put your medicine and pills
on the kitchen table, Mrs. Jessop.
All the instructions are written down.
And don't forget.
No alcohol.
Do I have to hide that gin bottle?
Oh, honestly!
KNOCK AT DOOR
- I'll go.
Oh, quite a party, isn't it?
Mrs. Jessop?
No, I'm a friend of hers.
Can I help you?
Oh, hello. I'm Alan Lester.
I saw her advertisement
in the newspaper.
About the housekeeper's post.
I'm a qualified butler.
Does his girlfriend know anything?
Haven't had a chance
to speak to her yet.
Sister took her straight in.
What do the doctors say?
Well, it's touch and go.
He's in a coma.
- I hope you're going to get him.
- Get who?
Barry Rooksby.
It's him who's done this.
I'm sorry.
I don't know your name.
I'm Linda Walker,
Sammy's girlfriend.
And who's Rooksby?
He had Sammy's job before him.
A gamekeeper?
That's right. Rooksby got the
push, but he blames Sammy.
Why?
He said Sammy told the
landowner lies about him.
- Last week he really turned nasty.
- Why, what happened?
Tried to sock Sammy down the pub.
He accused him of
destroying his life.
Then he lashed out, shouting
about wanting to see him dead.
The ??? an American.
There were a film about
it call The Hustler.
- With Paul Newman.
- Who?
Paul Newman.
Oh, aye. He were in it an' all.
It would be an unusual
attraction, you know,
bring a few customers in.
I mean, you end up buying something.
I'll rent it to you.
It'll cost you nowt.
- Nearly. What do you think?
- I think it's a great idea.
No, no, what you don't
Pardon?
Hey! Right!
At the right price, of course.
Oh, aye. I assume it'll be
alright with Gina, won't it?
Hey, you leave Gina to me.
NICK DRAKE: Fruit Tree
Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound
It can never flourish
Till its stock is in the ground
Some men have fame
But never find a way
Till time has flown ♪
Barry Rooksby?
Yeah, that's right.
Can I come in for a minute?
Sammy Maxton was shot on
Chafton Moor last night.
Shot?
Yeah. We were wondering if you
you could help with our inquiries.
Erm sure. How?
- Where were you last night?
- Here.
On your own?
Yeah. Um my wife moved
away three months ago.
- You didn't go out at all?
- No.
Well, just for a short time.
I drove our Suzy
back to her mam's.
- Who's Suzy?
- My daughter.
Is that her?
Yeah.
She comes over at weekends and
stays with my wife during t'week.
And where does your
wife live, Mr. Rooksby?
Aidensfield.
Can Suzy confirm that you
drove her home last night?
Look, I don't want you
questioning my kid.
I haven't done owt.
Steve, I got it! Look.
Let's have a look.
'Gina Ward, licensee.'
- Isn't it great?
- Hey, that's fantastic!
I'm so happy!
We can really do something
with this place now.
Yeah, it's gonna be great.
Hang on a minute.
It's all mine!
Can you believe it?
What's going on?
Gina
I'm not having that in my pub!
Don't tell me you haven't told her?
Ya, I was going to mention it,
but I haven't had the chance.
I thought you were
gonna have it all sorted.
American pool.
It just sort of aim to put
this pub on the map.
- I told you no, Steve!
- Hang on, Gina.
This thing cost me
a flaming fortune
and another fortune
to get it put in here.
Whose name's on
that bit of paper?
Yours, but I thought
we work as a team?
Maybe, but I'm the captain,
and my pub's not turning
into a snooker hall.
Now, get rid of it.
Thank you very much.
Did you and Maxton get
into a fight last week?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
A fight in a pub.
- Who told you?
- Linda Walker.
I might have known.
Well, she said you blamed him
for the breakup of your marriage.
Is that true?
Did you say you wanted him dead?
It were t'heat of the moment.
Yeah, all right.
He's not my best mate.
But how would you feel
if it happened to you, eh?
I haven't really earned
in a year, you know.
How are you supposed
to keep a family?
So when I saw him in the pub there,
chucking his money about, smug
I just boiled over.
But I didn't shoot him.
I don't like him,
but I wouldn't do that.
Hold it!
Put it down.
Down, lad. Down, down.
'No, Claude. I can't.'
It's only for a day or two
till I find somewhere to put it.
I'm full of junk as it is.
I wouldn't have asked you
if he hadn't let me down.
Sorry, I didn't know
she'd be like that.
I don't supposed you'll compensate
me for all the money I spent?
I can't, Claude.
I would like to help, but you can
see how busy the garage is.
What are you talking about?
You said you had nowt on!
That's the undertaking part.
Why don't we put it in the
laying-out parlour, then.
Claude, I'm not having it.
I'm sorry for interrupting, gentlemen,
this is a public highway.
And you appear to have left a snooker
table in the middle of the road.
Shift it.
You're quite right, Alf.
Come on. Now, let's get it inside.
Come on.
Rooksby said he never went
near the moor last night.
He drove his daughter back
to Aidensfield about 9:00.
About the time of the shooting,
judging by the 999 call.
Have you confirmed his statement?
Not yet, Sarge. I need to speak
to Suzy and her mother.
Ah, Ventress!
What have you got for us?
I've done the rounds
in Puckton, Sarge.
I found a builder who'd driven his
truck over Chafton Moor last night.
He saw a van parked, with a
little girl in the passenger seat.
- What kind of a van?
- Grey A35.
Rooksby's got one.
Maggie.
Neil.
What are you doing here?
I just thought I ought to come
and let you know that I'm back.
Alright. Thanks for helping me tidy up.
Off you go.
CHILDREN: Bye.
I thought you were still abroad.
I was, but I decided it was
time to come back to England.
But why Ashfordly?
Why not?
There must be dozens of good jobs for
a doctor with your qualifications, Neil.
You could have gone
anywhere you like.
I know that, but
Oh, I don't know.
My first job was in Yorkshire,
it's familiar.
Oh, that's very nice for you.
You must have given some
thought to the fact that
your estranged wife was still here?
Maggie, please.
Can't we be grown-up about it?
Grown-up?
You walk back into my life as
though nothing's happened.
No word, no letter for four years,
and you think I'm going
to be pleased to see you?
No, no, no.
I realise I was expecting a bit
too much from you, Maggie.
But I did think you might
managed to be civil.
Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, Neil.
But you seemed to
have forgotten that
we didn't exactly part
on the best of terms.
(HUMS)
(GIRL CRYING)
Suzy! What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- Come on, Suzy. What is it?
Your mum will be
expecting you home.
I know.
Is home the problem?
Sort of.
It's my dad.
I think he's done summat bad.
It's no use denying it, Rooksby.
Your van was seen parked up there.
All right, all right!
I'll tell you what happened.
I were taking Suzy
back to her mam's.
I've got no food, no money,
so I thought I'd go by Chafton Moor,
bag a couple of rabbits.
There'd be nobody about.
Carry on.
I parked t'van, went onto
t'moor, like. Left Suzy.
Anyroad, there he were.
Maxton. Hanging around.
What for?
I don't know.
Did you speak to him?
No. I hid.
I watched for a little while.
Then bang! There's a shot.
Maxton falls down.
And to the side, there's this fella
running away with a gun in his hand.
Which way was he running?
Puckton Hall direction.
So, who was he?
I don't know, but it all seemed planned.
You know, like an ambush.
Why didn't you tell
us all this before?
I couldn't.
I knew t'finger would point at me.
My only thought were to get out of
there, get Suzy back to her mam's.
And did you stop on the way?
I did, aye. I made a 999 call.
D'you know something, Rooksby?
That's about the only thing
you've said that I believe.
It's the truth!
I'm not a killer.
It shouldn't be in here, Claude.
It's disrespectful.
I don't know what
you're worried about.
There's no dead 'un
in here apart from you.
I'll have it out as soon as I can figure
a way of getting my money back.
Hey, you're not bad
at this, are you?
I've made a few bob in me time.
Snooker mainly. A bit of pool.
I didn't know that.
Then why did you think
I wanted the table.
You should be taking on
that bloke in the paper.
What bloke?
Reckons he's the best snooker
player from York to the Tees.
Aye, there you go.
Ricky Barton. That's his name.
Ah. I've licked him
dozens of times.
Throwing out a challenge for
anyone to take a crack at him.
Here you go.
Hey, this in't a bad idea.
You know what we ought to do.
We ought to organise a
head-to-head duel against him.
I could call it the Aidensfield
All-American Pool Challenge.
Where would we hold it?
- Here of course.
- Hang on a minute. I didn't mean
I could open a book.
We could put it about this
Ricky Barton's a dead cert.
You could thrash him,
we could split the profits.
Tea, madam.
Oh, goodness!
I am being pampered.
Now, the sandwiches
are salmon or cucumber.
They look lovely, Lester.
I think I'm very lucky to find someone
with such excellent references.
Well, I'm very happy to have
been offered the position, madam.
Now
Well, I'll be in touch.
Thank you. Bye.
See you, boys.
I'm off for some shuteye.
Okay, see you, Phil.
(CHUCKLES)
What are you smiling at?
Phil and I have been
nattering your wedding.
He's desperate to
be your best man.
He's worked it all out.
He can't see anyone
else who'd be in line.
I've been meaning to ask him.
I promised Jo I'll do it today.
There's no need to put him out
of his misery just yet, you see.
Well, he still won't confess and
this case won't stick without it.
Even with Suzy's evidence?
She didn't actually
see anything, did she?
Have you traced the
landowner yet, Rowan?
Just had him on
the phone, Sarge.
- Who is he?
- Colonel Hepworth.
He's in London at the moment.
Spends most of his time there.
What did he say?
He was really shocked
to hear about Maxton.
What about Rooksby?
He didn't seem to
have much time for him.
And as to whether he's
capable of shooting someone,
he couldn't really
give me an opinion.
Well he says he'll come up
and help if we need him.
We do. Anyone
else at Puckton Hall?
Well, there's an odd-job man
called Dale. He lives in.
Right Rowan,
pay him a visit tonight.
- He might have seen something.
- Right, sarge.
It's a funeral parlour, Claude.
You can't have all
that lot traipsing in.
You were the one who's moaning
about not having any red.
So let's face it,
you haven't got to do owt.
I'm sorting it all out,
I'm fixing all the betting, aren't I.
All you gotta do
is count your cut.
Lord preserve us!
Right. Get 'em in.
Right, it's on.
Half past nine back at Bernie's
place tomorrow night, all right.
There'll be a small admission
charge, but it won't be much.
You got a book on it?
Can I duck?
I'm laying even money on Ricky
Barton, 5:4 the local lad.
Come on! Even money, Claude?
Behave.
What are you talking about?
I'm being generous!
The man should be odds-on.
Look, he's virtually a professional.
Our lad's might be keen,
but he's a bit green, ain't it.
What's he up to now?
Search me.
THE BONZO DOG BAND:
I'm The Urban Spaceman
I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby
I've got speed
I've got everything I need
I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby
I can fly
I'm a supersonic guy
I don't need pleasure
I don't feel pain
If you were to knock me down,
I'd just get up again
I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby
I'm making out
I'm all about ♪
Do the speeches
come before the cake?
Not that we'll be having speeches,
if Nick doesn't get the
best man sorted out soon.
Maggie?
Are you all right?
No, not really.
What's wrong?
My husband turned up today.
Your husband?
Out of the blue.
He's got a job,
Senior Registrar at the hospital.
Maggie, what are you gonna do?
What can I do?
He seems to think I
would take it all in my stride.
I couldn't believe it.
He was so casual.
Oh, what did you say?
I got upset.
Which was entirely
the wrong thing to do.
Oh, Jo. I thought that part
of my life was finished.
Now it looks like I'm going
to be facing it all over again.
Same again, please.
Down in the dumps, Bernie?
You could say.
What's up?
It's all getting out of hand.
I knew it would,
but then it's my own fault.
Me and my big mouth.
Why? What's it done?
Telling your Steve about
this local snooker star.
If I'd said nowt,
this whole daft caper would
never have been dreamt up.
Tell me about it.
Maggie, what really
happened with the two of you?
Neil just upped and left.
That's what.
Just like that?
Yes.
Why?
I suppose we erm
we just stopped talking.
So, where did he move to?
Got a job with the
Red Cross abroad.
Didn't you try and stop him?
There didn't seem much point.
Was there someone else involved?
No, I don't think so.
Look, I'm going to have
an early night. Alright, Jo.
The hot-water bottle
is in your bed, madam.
Thank you, Lester.
Shall I see you up the stairs?
No. No, it's all right.
I can manage myself.
- Good night, Lester.
- Good night, madam.
THUD AND SHOUTING
Mrs. Jessop?
Come clean, Steve.
When is it happening?
Tomorrow night.
Who's gonna work
behind the bar, then?
Well, you used to managed
on your own before!
You can't have it both ways, Gina.
You want to run the pub, fine,
but just don't expect me to fit in!
What are you talking about?
You could have had
the pool challenge here.
Made a bit of extra money.
Boost your takings.
But no.
On principle, you won't have
that table in your pub.
And why?
Cos I made the decision without you.
- Look, I'm not
- Don't take me for granted, Gina.
Have you called Colonel
Hepworth yet, Rowan?
No. He said he'd phone when
he got to Puckton Hall.
So you haven't checked?
Well, don't worry. I'll do it.
- What's the matter with him?
- He's got a medical this morning.
Nothing wrong with him, is there?
No. He's got to pass if he wants
a year's extension in the force.
- Morning, lads.
- Hello, Phil.
Oh, I meant to tell you, Nick.
Your cousin Brian telephoned.
He wants to speak to
you about your wedding.
Is he the one that's
going to be your best man?
The colonel is there, Rowan,
and he's waiting to see you!
On my way, sarge.
What's wrong with you, Bellamy?
Got no work to do?
She had a bit of a restless night.
Every so often she has a dizzy turn.
Good job I came round.
Medicine!
It's the new drugs. It must be.
I was hoping it
was going to be me.
I'm friends with both of them.
Well, it's a family occasion.
I won't take it to heart.
But I thought I was his best mate.
You would think
he'd said something.
Well, he's got a lot on his mind.
I know.
You probably think I'm being daft,
but it does feel a bit
like a slap in the face.
Well, I wouldn't get
yourself in a state about it.
I mean, you don't know
for definite yet, do you.
Oi!
Where's that lot walking off to?
Why? What's up?
That's my stock!
I thought you didn't want it.
Really?
Yeah.
That's right, Gina.
You made yourself pretty clear.
The brewery won't take it back,
so I'll selling it at the pool game.
Don't be so soft.
You need a licence!
Won't yours cover it?
A funeral parlour
is not pub premises.
- You've done it again.
- What?
Gone behind my back.
Is this likely to go on for long or
shall I come back after Christmas?
- Look, Gina
- This isn't really working, is it?
I mean, I thought I could trust you,
but you only care about number one.
- That's not true.
- Yeah, it is.
I don't think you're
really interested in me.
You just want to sneak off behind
my back to get your own way.
I wouldn't have to if you
took me seriously, would I?
Look, I happen to like pool,
and I'm pretty good at it.
- Well, you've got a choice.
- Oh, don't be ridiculous!
I mean it.
You play this challenge,
and we're finished. Right?
When I arrived I couldn't
find any sign of Dale.
Are his things still in the house?
No, they've gone.
And that's not all.
My Brunswick Baulk is missing.
Your what, sir?
It's an American pool table.
A rather valuable antique.
Brought it back from Washington,
where I was a military attache.
All I'm saying, Constable,
is that I've been robbed.
They were carrying it across the road,
from the pub to the garage.
What's Greengrass
want with a pool table?
You tell me.
- Everything all right, sarge?
- Huh?
The medical.
Oh, aye. I'm fine.
So, any further developments?
A pool table's been stolen
from Puckton Hall,
along with a .22 rifle.
You think it's the
one that shot Maxton?
It would fit into Rooksby's story,
the gunman running towards the hall.
What about this Dale fella,
has he turned up yet?
Looks like he's cleared off.
All his stuff's gone.
What do we know about him?
The colonel took him
on a few weeks ago.
Been doing some repairs
on his London flat.
Mmm. Description?
Brown hair. Thick
moustache. A bit scruffy.
Uh Sarge, I think I know
where the pool table is.
(Where?)
Aidensfield. Bernie Scripp's garage.
At least it was yesterday.
He and Greengrass
Greengrass?
Afraid so.
What are we waiting for?
Go and find him, and bring him in.
I've checked her over.
It couldn't be the medication,
she's taken the prescribed amount?
Well, she should be. I went
through it with her very carefully.
Do you think she needs
to be re-admitted?
Oh, I don't think that
will be necessary.
But Neil, she may
have another stroke.
I don't think so.
Why are you being like this?
Like what?
It's my professional
judgement, Maggie.
Are you sure she
hasn't been drinking?
No, I made it very clear
The symptoms suggest it
could be the effect of alcohol.
I'll have to run a blood test.
Don't talk daft. Who'd going
to nick summat as big as this?
It's worth a lot of money, Claude.
I know. I've still got
a hole in my pocket.
Where did you get it?
Don't worry, it's all paid
for and above board.
Where did you get it?
Fetter's, the antique
bloke in Ashfordly.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Well, if this turns out
to be the stolen table,
I'm gonna take it
away as evidence.
You'll get a hernia.
So you can forget about your
All-American Pool Challenge.
I told you this
would end in tears.
Nurse Bolton took her
straight in for a checkup.
Poor Alice.
Is there anything I can do?
No. I'm afraid all
we can do is wait.
I'll change this water.
It's all right, madam!
I can do it.
- Where's the clock?
- Sorry?
The little clock.
It's normally here.
One minute, you've got
him under lock and key,
the next he's drinking
in our pub!
Well, we release Mr. Rooksby
cause we have insufficient
evidence to hold him.
Well, you better look a
bit harder, hadn't you,
because he's got it in for Sammy.
In fact, the investigation
has taken a different turn,
and you might be able to
help us on one or two points.
What do you mean?
Do you know a man called Dale?
Yes, I know Dale.
He's been working up at the hall.
And how well did Sammy know him?
Quite well, I supposed. They've been
workmates for a few weeks now.
Did Sammy have any
suspicions about him?
No. Look, what's all this about?
Uh, message from
the hospital, Sarge.
Good news. Your young
man's come out of his coma.
I have no idea where
the table came from.
The fellow who sold it to me,
he brought it himself.
- Didn't you ask him?
- Of course I asked him.
He said he was just clearing
out an old property.
- Pay him cash?
- Yeah.
- So, who was this bloke?
- Never seen him before in my life.
What did he look like?
Late 30s, bit of
stubble, moustache.
Seen his sidekick before though.
Sidekick?
Mmm. There were two of 'em.
He's been here a
couple of times before.
So he's local, then?
Yeah, youngish chap.
Works on the Puckton Estate.
All right, lads! One more heave!
One, two, three!
Hey, what's going on now?
What about our bets, Greengrass?
Shut up. There's coppers here.
Well, I want my money back.
Shut up, will you.
With interest!
What was that, Greengrass?
Oh, he thought I
was somebody else.
I'm beginning to wish I was.
Dale and Maxton working together?
It's beyond belief.
And for Dale to be
responsible for the shooting.
Well, that is still
speculation, sir.
Yes, quite.
And here's a list of the
other items I found missing.
Silver snuffbox, jade figurine.
All very valuable objets.
If Dale took these, he has a
surprisingly good nose for antiques.
Gina, can we talk?
There's nothing to talk about.
I've decided not to play
in this pool challenge.
You're right. I've been stupid.
I should have
talked to you about it.
Look, can we sort things out?
Cos you know.
No, Steve, I don't know.
Oh, come on, Gina, please.
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry. All right?
One more stunt like that
There won't be. Honest.
Come here, then, you daft bat.
I can't say I'm sorry to see it go.
I can. I've taken a
load of bets on Barton.
We've got to get another
table from somehow.
Oh, don't start that.
Don't you start that.
Look, I've lost enough
money on this lark.
I'm really worried.
That clock was her pride and joy,
and it's very valuable.
Well, could she have
moved it herself?
I suppose so,
but it's always been there.
And what about the miniatures?
What miniatures?
They're 18th century.
They're missing too.
I do hope Alice hasn't
been made a fool of.
I'm not sure I like
this new butler of hers.
How new is he?
He's only been there a couple of days.
Is it important?
Well, could be.
If stuff has gone missing,
it sounds very similar to what's
been happening at Puckton Hall.
Drink hasn't passed my lips, Maggie.
I'm not a fool.
Oh, I know.
Look, we'll just carry
on with the medicine
until we get the results
of the blood-test.
And what if it's the
medicine that's causing it?
Hey, don't worry.
I'll keep an eye on you.
Isn't that Lester?
I wonder where he's off to.
You think there could
be a connection?
One man goes missing,
another turns up from nowhere.
So you're saying that Lester
and Dale are the same person?
I'm saying we need
to go and find out.
Well, I can't just conjure up another
pool table from thin air, Claude!
Well, you'll have to cause it's you
that got me in it in the first place.
I mean, I've got people
coming from all over.
I'm taking bets on the
match and everything.
Look, I'll give you your
money back, Claude.
It's too late for that! I thought you
said that pool was the latest craze?
Well, it is, it is!
In that case, it wouldn't
be too difficult for you
to get me another
table then, would it?
What else is missing?
My silver candlesticks,
my gem box.
The clock.
Lester's cleared out.
All his clothes, everything gone.
And look. There was more
than that in there yesterday.
I haven't had a drink.
I haven't touched it!
Don't worry, Alice.
He must have been
spiking your sedative.
We just saw him leaving, Nick.
He was on the road
heading towards Ashfordly.
I'll ring the station,
see if they can cut him off.
DAVID McWILLIAMS:
Days Of Pearly Spencer
A tenement, a dirty street,
walked and worn by shoeless feet
In silence long and so complete,
watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face,
watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks
and leave no trace
Nick's following a suspect.
Cream Vauxhall coming
in from Aidensfield.
Right, you'd best
get out there then.
On my way, sarge.
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing at the swollen mass
On concrete fields
where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering,
they stand and stare
Through eyes that
neither know nor care
Where the grass has gone
Steve!
It's still on. Fetter says he
can get us another table.
You're joking? I've just told
Gina I'll be here tonight.
Well, you have to find
another excuse, won't you.
I can't.
What're you talking about?
It's because of you I'm in
this mess in the first place!
I've taken a load
of bets on Barton.
All you've got to do is beat
him and we're quids in.
So, you're not gonna tell me she's got
you that much under her thumb, has she?
No, of course not.
Good lad. See you over there.
Half past nine.
Pearly, where's your
milk-white skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
Buried in the rot gut gin,
you played and lost, not won
You played the house
that can't be beat
Now look, your head's
bowed in defeat
You walk too far along the street
Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer ♪
He's gone to Fetter's.
Right, let's go and
pay him a little visit.
You go round the back.
I didn't recognise you
without the whiskers on.
So, what are you
doing back here then?
What do you think of this 'un?
Look, I can't help you. Not today.
Hey!
Now, come on. Don't be silly.
Are you going somewhere?
Come on.
Your name's not
Lester or Dale, is it?
It's William Stern, and you're wanted
all over the country for deception.
Worming your way into the
lives of the rich and elderly,
fleecing them, and then
disappearing into the night.
You're usually successful,
but this time you lost your touch.
I have nothing to say.
Do you realise Sammy
Maxton is still alive?
Who's Sammy Maxton?
Well, he has give us a statement
about how he found out you were
lifting stuff from Puckton Hall.
You tried to buy his silence
by cutting him in, didn't you?
You sold a pool table together.
But then you didn't give him his cut,
so he threatened to blackmail you.
And that's when you arranged
to meet him up on the moors.
This is complete fantasy.
You took a gun from Puckton Hall
with the intention to kill him.
Is that when you decided to clear
off or you're going already?
Handy, wasn't it, that
advert for the butler's job?
Which you got with forged
references, I suppose.
I bet you couldn't
believe your luck
when you landed that
job with Mrs. Jessop.
No comment.
And the alcohol you put in her medicine
could have been the death of her.
I want to see a solicitor.
Oh, you're going to need one.
Cos you're going to prison
for a very long time.
It's the best I could
do in the time given.
It's an ordinary snooker
table, though, ain't it?
There's no difference!
It's got the same number
of pockets and everything.
You've uh
you've got the pool balls?
Oh, yeah, the ones
from the other table.
I'm surprised the police didn't them
back when they took the table back.
They didn't know
about 'em, did they!
Now, before we begin
the match, gentlemen,
is there anybody yet to bet?
Get on with it, Claude!
Right. Well, as you know, it's a match
of three frames of American pool,
with, of course, Ricky Barton,
SCATTERED APPLAUSE
and our own Steve Adams.
MURMURS OF APPROVAL
- Right, who's gonna call?
- Heads.
It is.
I thought this wasn't happening!
Gina, listen.
I don't believe it!
You promised me!
I can explain this.
It'll have to be the
excuse of the century!
I'm sorry, right.
Well, I've had enough
of your excuses, Steve!
This is the last straw.
We're over!
Gina! Gina!
Right, gentlemen.
No extra charge for the cabaret!
Okay, Steve, it's you to break.
Best of order, please.
You caused me all that
aggravation for this?
What's up?
The balls are too
big for the pockets!
I ought to wrap this
cue round your neck!
- I want my money back.
- And me.
Bernie, sort this out, will you,
while I sort Fetter out.
GENERAL GRUMBLING
THE FORTUNES:
You've Got Your Troubles
You've got your troubles,
I've got mine
Fetter!
Damn!
I too have lost my love today ♪
It's not fair, Phil.
I really thought it was
gonna work out with Steve.
You'll find somebody.
Yeah. But when?
Go on. Do it now.
He'll be going home soon.
All right.
Phil, can I have a word?
Yes, mate.
Can you do me a favour?
Look after this for me.
Oh, I see.
Yes! Of course I can, mate.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪