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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

Morning, Andy. How's it going?

All right, thank you.

- The usual time? - Yeah.

Susan, what do you say?

Thank you for the lift.

- Morning, Mr Rowan! - Morning.

No manners, that one.

Another big shoot tomorrow, I gather, Mr. Rawlings.

Aye. Last of t'season. All the bigwigs.

Morning, ladies.

There's been a break-in at Mostyn's.

Do you want me to give you a lift down?

Yeah.

♪ 'Morning' from 'Peer Gynt Suite': Grieg

Come on. Come on, get in.

Come on, son. Come and get your breakfast, eh.

- Morning, Susan. - Hi.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?

I'm fine.

Have you done your maths homework?

Yeah I did. Didn't you?

Oh well, I tried, but I couldn't finish the last question.

Can I sit next to you?

Then he got an arm in and opened it,

walked over my desk, jumped down and cross over to the till.

But they didn't get into it?

No, they couldn't. All they got was money from this Barnados-box.

- Was there much in it? - Just a few bob.

It's got to be the same person as did the pub yesterday, ain't it?

It looks like it.

And they got nothing there, so George says.

Tell me, what's the point, eh? That's what I want to know.

Mr. Rowan, come over and take a look at my van.

Somebody's broken into it during t'night.

Excuse me.

Alright lad. Get that feed down to the birds,

else there'll be nowt to shoot tomorrow.

What's he doing up here?

Right, Ventress. I want this place completely spring-cleaned.

Windows washed, shelves tidied, desks polished...

...and all that rubbish there either tidied up or got rid of!

What, you want me to do all that? Why me?

Cause you're the one that makes all the bloody mess.

- But... - No buts. He's bound to call in.

I'm not having him see this station looking like this!

Ah, Rowan. I want you on duty round the Ashfordly Estate all day tomorrow.

Why?

The Asst Chief Constable of the North Riding, Mr. James Macleod

will be in your area tomorrow, Rowan,

shooting on the Ashfordly Estate.

- But... - No buts.

What's wrong with you two?

He's a very important man.

He'll be watching us.

He'll be taking note of everything

and I want you and Bellamy out there, looking smart,

making a good impression! Right!

Well I'm sorry, Sarge, that won't be possible.

I've had two more break-ins overnight.

- Well, that's three in two days. - I know, Sarge.

- What exactly is going on? - Don't know, Sarge.

Then I suggest you find out.

Cos when Mr. Macleod arrives tomorrow,

I want him to discover a well-oiled machine with no squeaks.

Do I make myself clear?

Hey! I thought I said clean the vehicles.

- You lazy, boy! - I have done, Dad.

You trying to shame me in front of his Lordship's guests?

Wash the insides, like I said!

And mind those dogs!

That bloody lad!

Inside that Land-Rover's filthy.

Go easy on him Matt.

He's washed them down once already.

Could have fooled me.

Oh, no-one can do it to your standard.

At least he's trying.

How's Susan now?

Still in bed, poor love.

School holidays an' all.

Right. Call the doctor.

Matt, she doesn't want the doctor.

I said call her!

Look, love.

It's not like Susan to be poorly, is it?

I'll be worried sick all day, we don't get to the bottom of it.

Go on, call her.

Hello, Kate. Is that you?

You're early today, aren't you?

I just thought I'd catch up on some paperwork before surgery.

- Wow! - Do I pass muster?

Absolutely.

How do you keep the socks up?

Ah, trick of the trade. Garters.

You'll get varicose veins.

What about the jacket then?

Belonged to my father.

You don't get tailoring like that nowadays.

I only hope that the old gun and I can still shoot straight.

- Well, I don't. - Eh?

Alex, where's the sport in taking pot shots at tame birds?

Hitting the damn things, you silly girl.

It's not as easy as it looks, you know.

I thought you were a country girl.

I can still be a country girl and take a view on blood sports.

TELEPHONE

Saved by the bell.

Hello.

Yes. Hold on. It's for you.

Hello?

"It's Mrs. Rawlings. It's Susan, she's ill."

"Can you come immediately? She's terrible..."

I'll pop over now, Mrs. Rawlings.

So much for the paperwork.

Right. I'm off, up to the estate.

- Check all is well. - Okay, sarge.

- And Ventress. - Yes, sarge?

Get that ash off your chimney.

Yes, sarge.

Well thanks for coming, Dr. Rowan.

You're welcome, Mr. Rawlings.

- Will you go in? - Yes.

- Thanks. - Bye.

What's up with Susan, Chris?

FOOTSTEPS

Here's Dr. Rowan for you.

Hello, Susan.

Mum, I said I didn't need a doctor.

I'll be downstairs.

I'm all right, Dr. Rowan, honestly.

Let me just take a look at you.

Your mum tells me you'd been sick. How many times?

- Three. - When?

Just after I went to bed.

And did have you have anything unusual to eat or drink yesterday?

No.

It's just a bug going round school. Everybody's had it.

Open your mouth.

You've been drinking, haven't you?

- No. - I can smell it on your breath.

I haven't.

Oh come on, that's why you were sick.

Look, you don't need to hide it from me.

We've all made mistakes.

Please. Don't tell my parents.

I've learned my lesson you know and I won't do that again in a hurry.

All right.

By the way, the best cure for a hangover

is to drink lots of water and get some fresh air.

I'll get up and help me dad, then.

That'll do that trick.

♪ 'Four Seasons': Vivaldi

Can I help you, Constable?

Sergeant Blaketon, Ashfordly police.

I'm just making sure everything's going smoothly.

With so many important people in the district,

we uh, we like to keep a close eye on things.

Naturally.

So... when's everyone coming out then?

They've come out. Been and gone.

Been and gone.

Damn!

What's your game, Claude?

Just doing a bit of bird-watching.

Bird-watching?

Yeah, I mean look, I've got the book and everything.

The whole set.

You know, I mean, every man needs a hobby, doesn't he?

You want to get yourself one, one that takes you on long journeys.

Is the dog bird-watching, an' all?

Watch out for it, don't talk daft.

I can't leave him alone at home though, can I?

I mean, he's a bit like your Sergeant Blaketon, you know.

When he don't know where I am or what I am up to, he pines a lot.

Well, I've got Blaketon on my back, so you just behave yourself, alright.

- Any sign of McCleod? - Ah, no sarge.

So you haven't seen him then?

Not yet. Ventress.

Are those crumbs I can see on your desk?

- That's everything in, sir. - Excellent day's shooting, Rawlings.

Right. Most of the guns are staying overnight.

So bring the birds up to the house after breakfast.

Except for Dr. Ferrenby.

He can't come for dinner, so take his brace up now.

And as it is the last shoot of the season,

bring all your lads up for a drink when you're finished.

Right sir.

Well then. Let's get ourselves spruced up then.

Well the bag's 25% up on last season,

which I think is a very creditable achievement.

Thank you, sir.

A good day's shooting which we hasn't had for a very long time.

- You thinking more about 'Goldfinger'? - Me dad won't let me.

I don't mean in the evening.

How about the afternoon show and after school?

What about Monday?

- Please. - I can't.

Susan.

- How are you feeling now, love? - Much better, thanks.

Ah. I think you ought to go home all the same.

Get yourself an early night. Be right for school in the morning.

- All right. - Shall I walk you back?

No thanks. I'll be all right.

- Good night, Susan. - Good night!

Leave her alone, will you? She doesn't need you wasting her time.

COCK CROWS Make us a cup of tea.

Please.

TELEPHONE

I'll get it. It's probably Mrs. King's baby.

Nick! It's Matt Rawlings.

There's been a break-in at the Hall!

315 birds there were in here. 315!

Stolen! I just can't believe it.

Well, I don't need to tell you how embarrassing this is.

Our guests up at the hall are expecting to

take home their birds after breakfast.

Yes, your Lordship, I appreciate that.

One of whom, Sergeant Blaketon, is your boss.

Yes, my Lord.

I want the whole thing kept absolutely quiet. Do you understand?

Yes, my Lord.

With me, Rawlings.

Brilliant.

It's not my fault, Sarge.

I thought I told you to keep an eye on things,

instead of which, you produce a crime wave

right under the nose of the Asst Chief Constable.

This looks hardly the same league as the other break-ins, sarge.

If this ever comes out, we're going to look a complete bunch of charlies.

Right, let's go and pick him up.

Who?

The guilty party.

How many times do I have to tell you, I bought 'em, for my dinner.

Four, for your dinner?

Half of them, there's nowt on 'em is there, they're all legs and feathers.

Alfred can eat two of them.

Why you think I want 300 of the damn things, I don't know.

You seemed to forget, I'm a man of means now, Sergeant Blaketon.

I don't have to piddle about with trifles.

You were seen, Greengrass, by at least four people, including a policeman,

hanging about those woods yesterday.

I'm being falsely accused. You know that, Mr. Rowan.

And I'm not standing for it.

Now if you've got nowt else, you might as well clear off,

or I shall make an official complaint to your ...

Alright Greengrass, if that's the way you want it. There's no rush.

We know you took them, you see.

So it's only a matter of time.

Stay there, son. I'll go and get your breakfast.

- How many? - 315.

I mean on that scale, that'll be a wholesale job.

You'd need a van to move 'em.

What's all this?

Has anyone offered us any pheasants?

Not that I've heard of.

I don't think we can help you, Nick. Sorry.

And if you do hear of anything, let me know.

Thanks for the tea.

You sure I can't get you any breakfast?

No, thanks. See you.

See you.

I've just done a stocktake.

Have you moved the spare bottle of gin to the bar?

No.

Then I think we're a bottle short.

Could have been stolen in our break-in.

Alright love. Out you get. I'm in a tearing hurry.

Dad, don't fetch me tonight. Cause I'll be back late.

- What?! - Mum said it was okay.

I'm going to see the James Bond film after school with Carol.

- How you getting home? - Taxi.

Carol's mum's giving us the money.

Oh, is she now?

Here, off you go.

- Thanks. - And, Susan.

- And for the lift. - Aye.

Be back in time to do your homework now, won't you.

Let's get those birds up that Hall

before his Lordship goes completely spare.

And mind those guns. Put them out of sight.

- Hi, Susan. - Hi.

Can I offer you one of my favourite digestive biscuit, my Lord?

- They are chocolate. - No, thank you.

Would the uh... would the doggy like one too?

Blaketon, the doggy would not like one. Do get on with it.

Yes, my Lord.

Well, I'm happy to say, my Lord, we already have a definite suspect.

It's just a matter of checking his outlets

and we should be able to nail him.

Really?

Yes, my Lord.

By the way my Lord, what did the Asst Chief Constable make of it all?

He didn't know. None of them did.

Ah.

They got their pheasants after breakfast went home none the wiser.

Sent my keeper out first thing to shoot some replacements.

So uh, he's gone home, has he, my Lord?

Who?

The Asst Chief Constable.

Yes. Why, were you expecting to see him?

Oh, no, no, no. Not at all.

Look Blaketon, you'd be doing me a favour if you scaled down your inquiry.

Scale it down, my Lord?

Ya. My guests have gone home happy.

I rather things stayed that way.

I don't want to stand up in court as a witness over this matter.

You wouldn't have to, my Lord.

Nor any of my staff. I mean, we'd all look ridiculous.

So, I will not be supporting any charges brought. Understood?

Let's just bury the incident, shall we?

As you wish, my Lord.

What are you going on about, Greengrass?

I might as well be talking to myself.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

I want to see Blaketon now! Himself!

Ah, just the man I want to see!

- Shut it, Greengrass! - I beg your pardon?!

Oh, yes, my Lord. My Lord.

It's just the same. This is prime example.

One law for the rich, another for the poor.

And which one are you, Greengrass?

I've not made my mind up yet, I'm in transit.

You have something to tell me?

Yes, I do, I have something to tell you, as it happens.

I've been burgled! I've had £70 stolen out of a tin.

Not only that, they've taken the tin and all!

And I've paid my rates this year so I want some service!

And I wanna know what you're going to do about that.

How very convenient. What do they call it?

A diversionary tactic.

- What? - Pull the other one, Greengrass.

I know your game. And I know you took those pheasants.

Ventress, Bellamy, chuck him out.

Hey, I'm the one with the complaint!

It's always the same here, isn't it?

Bye bye.

Can I help you, constable?

- Yeah, those pheasants, Mr. Francis. - Aye?

- Where did you get them from? - ???

Could you tell me his name, please?

No. He's just a bloke who passes by.

I couldn't tell you what his name is.

Well, some pheasants have gone missing from the Ashfordly Estate.

Oh aye? Well, that's always happening, ain't it?

Well, not on this scale, Mr. Francis, no.

Well then, I'm sorry I can't help you constable.

I mean, trouble is, one pheasant looks just like another, don't it?

They don't exactly come with the names and addresses on them, do they?

Yeah, alright. Thanks alot, Mr. Francis.

'If I Fell': The Beatles ♪ If I fell in love with you

♪ Would you promise to be true

♪ And help me understand

♪ Cause I've been in love before

♪ And I found that love was more

♪ Than just holding hands

♪ If I give my heart to you

- Afternoon, Nick. - Alf.

Well, if it isn't our roving constable, our man in Aidensfield.

Sorry?

Aidensfield, the crime capital of Yorkshire.

Sarge, I've been out all day looking for ruddy pheasants.

All these unsolved crimes on your patch,

and now we have a poor Mr. Greengrass.

- Eh? - Had a whole lot of cash nicked.

Tin with £70 in it.

So he says. I don't believe a word of it.

Oh I thought he seemed genuine.

I fear some sort of plot to discredit the Force, Rowan.

Centred on your patch.

♪ Cause I couldn't stand the pain

♪ And I would be sad if our new love was in vain

♪ So I hope you see that I

♪ Would love to love you

♪ And that she will cry

♪ When she learns we are two

♪ Cause I couldn't stand the pain

♪ And I would be sad if our new love was in vain

Oh, come in.

Come through.

Sit down, love.

I'll make us a nice cup of tea.

You know Mr. Rowan, I reckon those pheasants are miles away by now.

London or somewhere.

Lord Ashfordly wants us to let the matter rest.

My Sergeant thinks that Greengrass had a hand in it.

Aye. And if he did, I'll get to hear about it sooner or later.

Not that you'll ever be able to pin it on.

Far too canny.

- Hello, lovey. - Nice film?

Yeah, it was fab. Hello, Mr. Rowan.

What did you see? Goldfinger?

Yeah. Have you seen it?

Me and Kate, we went last Saturday.

Ah. What about that bit where they painted her all over in gold paint?

Mum, I've heaps of homework.

May I take my tea up to my room, please?

- If you like. - You go on up Sue. I'll bring it.

Susan. What do you say to your brother?

Thanks. And two sugars in that tea, mind.

Cheeky monkey.

She's our clever one, Mr. Rowan.

KNOCK AT DOOR

I've got to get on with my homework, Chris.

Kate?

Hm-mm?

You awake?

No.

I can't sleep.

Try counting pheasants.

Five thefts in four days, and all on my patch.

Nick, it's three o'clock in the morning!

The pub, garage, the butcher's van,

those pheasants on Ashfordly Estate.

And now Greengrass's £70.

So is it the same person involved, or what?

TELEPHONE

I don't believe this!

Nick!

Dr. Rowan, thank God you've come!

Susan's taken very poorly.

She won't let us near her.

It might be better if you wait downstairs.

She said it would be nothing.

She said it wouldn't hurt.

No, please...

Don't...

The surgeon is on his way now.

She's lost a lot of blood and they may have to do a D and C.

I don't understand.

Matt.

Susan's had an abortion, Mr. Rawlings.

And it's gone badly wrong.

I want the person who did this brought to book.

And if the girl's not well enough to tell us who it was,

we'll get the boyfriend in.

We can charge him with procuring an abortion.

Her parents say she didn't have any boyfriend, sarge.

Well, she must have confided in someone.

A school chum, a girlfriend. Find them!

Are we gonna charge Susan Rawlings?

That's not up to us. That's up to the DPP.

But the one we need to find is the one who did it.

Right.

It's too soon.

All we need is a name.

I'd do it myself, but I'm not allowed in.

Please, Kate.

I won't promise anything.

How are you feeling?

All right.

Will I be put in prison?

Nothing is going to happen to you.

All anyone wants is for you to get better.

Susan, we need to find the person who made you so ill.

Could you tell me who it was?

It's important.

It's not telling tales...

...it's preventing the same thing happening

to someone else who might not be so lucky.

Please, Susan.

Look, if you don't feel up to talking about it

would you let me speak to your boyfriend?

No.

Telling you about it won't bring the baby back, will it?

I'm sorry.

That's the last time I'm doing anything

like that even for your Sergeant Blaketon.

Did you get a name?

Nick, she's had an operation,

she's lost her baby, she's shocked, she's upset.

So you stick to your job and I'll stick to mine.

So, yesterday morning...

She went to school as usual.

Matt took her to the bus.

She seemed quite cheerful.

We were like careful with them, Mr. Rowan.

Always knew exactly where she was, never allowed her to stay out late.

That's why we can't understand it.

So she went to school, and after school, she went to the pictures.

I don't believe she was pregnant.

There must have been a mistake.

Matt, she was three months!

Why didn't she tell us then?

I mean, she's not got a boyfriend!

We've racked our brains Mr. Rowan, honestly.

Did you know of anyone, Chris?

If she were courting, we'd know about it.

That's the finish of it.

No Mr. Rowan, someone forced himself on her.

She was too frightened to tell us.

It's the only explanation.

If I could get my hands on him...

And she had no access to any money?

Nothing tucked in the Post Office, anything like that?

I gave her what she needed.

Has anything gone missing from the house recently?

No, she wouldn't do that, Mr. Rowan.

That'd be stealing.

She had no boyfriend and no money.

She was only a school kid.

Okay, let's get back to yesterday.

At what time did she get back from the pictures?

Half past six. You were here.

And how did she get home?

Taxi. Dan Halcombe.

Right.

That should be all for now, thank you.

Do you mind if I look in her room?

Uh no, I'll take you up.

It's not Susan we're after, Mr. Rawlings.

It's the person who did the abortion.

Don't just sit there.

Go and get the wood in.

Excuse the mess.

Er, I found this under the bed.

She must have been trying to get rid of the baby.

Don't tell Matt.

Does your sister ever confide in you?

No.

Anything, Chris, however unimportant it might seem.

I told you, I don't know anything.

Did you ever see her chatting to anyone? Or meeting anyone?

No.

Has she borrowed any money off you recently?

No.

Have you noticed anything unusual about her behaviour in the last few weeks?

Who she spoke to, where she went. Anything at all.

I can't help you.

Aye, I remember. Monday evening.

Up to a cottage on the Estate.

Do you remember where you picked her up from?

No, I'll have that down in the book.

Hold on.

They didn't look much like wanted criminals to me though.

Sat there like two mice.

She had a friend with her, did she?

Hold on. Here we are. This is the one.

22, Acacia Avenue.

Aye, young lad. Francis's boy.

I dropped him off at Aidensfield first,

then I took her to the keeper's place.

Thanks very much Mr. Halcombe.

Afternoon, Constable.

Is your son at home?

Should be. Why?

- I need to speak to him. - What about?

I need to speak to him in private.

Oh. Well, you'd best go in, then.

He'll be up in his room.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Hello, Richard. - All right?

I've come to talk to you about Susan Rawlings.

You've heard she's in hospital, I suppose?

What's up with her?

You sure you can't tell me that, Richard?

Is this yours?

Thanks sister, bye.

Well?

She's running a temperature. An infection.

Well, antibiotics can deal with that in the short term.

It's the after-effects we have to worry about.

Why did she do it?

I don't suppose she thought she had any option.

Call me old fashion if you like,

but it seems to me that we're ... all those old virtues.

Including chastity before marriage.

Oh come on, girls have been getting pregnant since time immemorial.

In that case, they must accept the consequences.

That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

We can't hold the clock back, Alex.

It's going to be legalized sooner or later.

Well, if it is, it'll be a very bad thing.

I'm sorry, I seemed to do nothing but have arguments with people today.

Oh Kate.

A lot of these girls were my old patients.

Abortion.

I just like to know who's doing it.

Me too.

Is this the tin?

Aye. It's a Coronation tea caddy, that you know.

Me mum gave me it.

I never thought of you as being sentimental, Claude.

Well, there's lots of things you never thought about me

...

I don't just want the tin back, you know.

I've got a sentimental attachment for what was in it, an' all.

What are you doing here?

Claude, can I have a word with you? Outside.

Look Claude, you and me are pals, right?

And God knows what my lad's been up to.

But as far as I can see, he's more likely to fly to

t'moon than get a lass in t'family way.

But the police seem definite.

And your tin were found in his bedroom.

For things are looking bad for him.

Look, I'm sorry that he broke into your house.

And I'll give him a right good hiding when I get him home.

But, well,

we can't have him ending up in court now, can we?

I mean, what if I was to give you the money?

Yes, yes. Fair. Very fair.

Come on. Mr. Greengrass has identified it.

You stole it from his henhouse on Saturday night.

- No. - What was it doing in your bedroom?

Come on son, what did you do with the cash that was in it?

I told you, there were no cash.

All right. Let's just start again from another angle, shall we?

How much did you have to pay Mrs. Gillet? £50? £100?

You do realize you can be charged with procuring an abortion?

What?!

When you and Susan discovered she was pregnant, you needed cash.

And you stole it from Greengrass.

I don't know what you're talking about?

Mr. Rawlings, your son said I'd find you here.

Oh we've made quite a lot of progress.

We think we know who the boyfriend is and who carried out the termination,

and where they got the money to pay for it from.

It's just a matter of tying up a few loose ends and

getting Susan to confirm what we found out.

That won't be necessary.

Sorry?

Can't you see?

She won't talk about it.

And quite right too.

I don't think you quite understand.

We need Susan's help to charge the woman who did the abortion.

Oh, I understand, Mr. Rowan.

But Susan would like the case dropped.

Thanks, all the same.

Yes?

- Mrs. Gillet? - Yes.

PC. Rowan. May I come in, please?

Of course.

Yes, of course I know her. Dear little girl.

And clever too.

I believe her daddy's very proud of her.

She had an abortion a few days ago, Mrs. Gillet.

Did you know that?

Oh, good heavens. No, I didn't.

On Thursday. She's been in hospital ever since.

Oh, dear.

Now look, Mrs. Gillet. We know you were a midwife.

We also know that Susan Rawlings came here

on the evening she had her abortion.

Now I put it to you, you carried out that abortion.

No!

The facts speak for themselves, Mrs. Gillet.

We know she came here.

I don't deny it, constable.

She had a problem and she wanted some advice.

What sort of problem?

Oh, well, that would be betraying a confidence.

If you're right and she did have an abortion that day,

it was done somewhere else.

That's all I can say.

Marvellous, ain't it?

You try and do your best

and just when you think you're getting somewhere,

everyone backs off.

Even you.

Don't start that again!

I want this sort of thing stopped just as much as you do.

We know who the abortionist is.

Fat lot of good it did us.

I've just been to see her, she denies everything.

There's no way I can prove it without Susan and she won't co-operate.

So who is it?

A Mrs. Gillet.

Ex-midwife.

Don't worry about me. I'll pop round the chip shop.

You'd better come in.

Is it about Susan Rawlings?

It's all right, Mrs. Gillet. She's recovering.

Oh, thank God. Thank God for that.

I've been so ever so worried since that constable came round.

We know that it was you that did it, Edie.

The police can't prove it, they hardly ever can.

And Susan's not going to talk, but we know.

Why do you do it?

After all those years of delivering babies,

what do you want to do it for?

A friend asked me to help her daughter.

They were desperate.

I thought, well, why not?

If I don't do it, they'll find someone else.

Someone less qualified.

That was that.

Word gets around.

I thought I was doing some good.

Good?

You nearly killed her.

You punctured the uterine wall.

Oh, no...

It's got to stop, Mrs. Gillet.

Rowan's little crime wave is the perfect example

of how our hands are tied without the co-operation of the public.

Romeo and Juliet fall in love.

One things leads to another and Juliet gets pregnant.

They're both at school. They daren't tell their mums and dads.

An abortion seems the only solution.

So, Romeo, alias Richard Francis, the butcher's son,

being a decent lad, agrees to provide the money.

The abortion is carried out, thanks to our Mrs. Gillet,

but unfortunately, she bungles it,

and Juliet, alias Susan Rawlings, the gamekeeper's daughter,

ends up in hospital.

Now we get involved and what happens? Nothing!

Nobody wants to talk to us. Why?

Because they've all got too much to hide, that's why.

We are confronted by a wall of silence.

That's very well put, Sarge.

It's like listening to Sherlock Holmes.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Susan! Come in.

- How are you? - All right.

- Would you like a cup of tea? - No, thanks.

Sit down.

I wanted to ask if you would give this to your husband?

It's the money I stole out of Mr. Greengrass's biscuit tin.

You stole?

Yeah.

And this is for Mr. Mostyn.

Two and elevenpence out the Barnados box.

This is for Mr. Ward at the pub.

I stole that, an' all.

But I thought Richard was the...

Richard had nothing to do with any of it, Dr. Rowan.

It was just that he was just waiting for me outside Mrs. Gillet's that day.

He follows me around, you see.

I had to give him a lift back in the taxi.

And Mr. Greengrass's tin in his satchel.

So I gave it to him to throw away and the silly fool must have kept it.

I never told him anything.

I see.

I've got to go away.

If Mr. Rowan wants to question me

I'll be at my auntie's in Harrogate.

I thought it might help if I gave everything back.

It's all there.

I've got to go now.

How long will you be away for?

I'm not coming back.

What?

Me Dad don't know yet. Mum will tell him when I'm gone.

Susan, there's no need for you to run away.

I know it's been traumatic, but it's over now.

- Over and done with. - No. It isn't.

It is.

You have to start looking ahead,

think about passing your A levels, going to college.

When you become a doctor,

you take an oath, don't you, never to repeat what patient says?

Yes.

Susan, if there's something you want to tell me,

it'll go no further, I promise.

Not even to a policeman husband?

Not even to a policeman husband.

It's Chris.

Chris?

It were him that stole the pheasants you see,

to get the money for me.

Never tell my dad, will ye.

He'll go mad. He'd kill him.

Of course I won't tell him.

But I still don't understand why you have to go away.

For Chris.

All his life, he's had me Dad running him down

and making him out to be a fool.

I hate it.

Chris is a far better person than I am,

but nobody else seems to see it.

And that's why I've got to go away, to give him a chance.

Why not stay here and help him?

I can't.

I only make things worse.

You don't understand, do you?

He was the father.

♪ If I fell in love with you

♪ Would you promise to be true

♪ And help me understand?

♪ Cos I've been in love before

♪ And I've found that love was more

♪ Than just holding hands

Take me to the station, Chris.

♪ That I would love to love you

♪ And that she will cry

♪ When she learns we are two

♪ If I fell in love with you ♪

She did the break-ins, Nick.

And she wants to give back the things she stole.

So Richard was innocent?

Not even a boyfriend.

Just a lad who had a crush on her.

So that's Greengrass's money back, is it?

Mm-hm.

I'll have to give it back to him, I suppose.

What d'you mean?

Oh, I reckoned he's already had it back once from Richard's dad.

So he's doubled it.

The old rogue!

Good morning, you two.

I was just coming down to invite you to dinner.

You can help me eat my pheasants.

We'd love to.