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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love chip stay in my memory?

It's enough.

No.

No.

There you are.

Hello.

Being

good isn't

always easy.

No matter how hard I try, when he's tired of sweet -talking to me, he'll

and tell me everything's all right.

He can tell me everything's all right.

Don't mess my hair. I will.

And then I'll remove each straw bit by bit. Not in front of the chickenies.

They're not chickens.

They're prized birds.

Will you be late for dinner?

It depends on the opposition.

I'll try not to be.

I've dreamed up something special.

I'll do my best. I've got to make a killing tonight.

Susie?

Hello.

I'll be with you in a minute.

You set the table for dinner. How did you know I was coming?

I rang your secretary.

She said you were on the way home.

Ah.

I wanted to surprise you.

Never mind.

I've got a surprise for you.

What? Beef Wellington.

What?

B. Wellington.

Oh, lovely.

Why didn't you have a drink while I finished getting ready?

Oh, in a minute.

I had one on the train already.

Well, that's never stopped you before.

What do you mean? Oh, ha -ha.

Very funny.

So, tell me what you've been up to.

I've been getting Monty ready for the meet.

Oh, terrific.

I'll come too.

I'll get that lot back next time. Yes, do do.

Double a quip.

Next Friday.

Howdy.

Why not?

How about the old bar?

South side of it, wouldn't matter.

Rent an hour plate, is that?

Good, sir.

Oh, she's a good girl. She is.

She's a good girl.

Good girl. Did you miss me?

Would you light the candle, darling? Of course.

Come on, you look like Campbell.

Eugene! I won't be a minute.

Litrum. Whiskey?

Yeah.

Oh.

Hope you haven't swallowed anything.

What? Come on, bedtime.

I was going to make supper for you, but you've been catching flies for the past

two hours.

It's quarter past ten. The whole evening's gone.

Yeah, well, never mind.

It's your morning off tomorrow.

It's that dry as it finishes me.

I nearly nodded off on the way home.

Well, you shouldn't drive if you're that tired.

Hello.

Any chance of breakfast in bed tomorrow morning?

Before I go to work.

That seems fair, doesn't it?

Up those stairs.

Oh, you're so masterful.

I'm just going to check the horses.

OK.

Oh!

You all right, darling?

Yes, I just tripped over the cat.

Give it a kick.

I thought he was in London all week. He was supposed to be.

I was looking forward to being on our own. I know, me too. I'm sorry, now go.

I've lost the line.

I've finally all bought an Armstrong. I can't cancel now.

Jeremy, he'll be gone tomorrow evening. Now get out! Good. I mean, there's a lot

riding on it.

Go! See you tomorrow.

Yes, except Jack might be there.

Why don't you leave him, Susie?

I told you, Jeremy.

Please go.

Melvin! Melvin!

Take out reason for me, will you? I'll be five minutes.

Here, well, have a good day. Thank you very much.

Morning. Morning.

Morning, Colonel.

Morning. Nice day for it. Yes, splendid.

Well, good luck. Thank you.

Morning, Sarge.

I didn't expect to see you here. Well, it is no harm to show the uniform at

times like this, Rowan. Especially when the aristocrat is involved, eh?

I'll ignore that remark.

Now, you just stay round here till this lot sets off.

All right?

Yes, Sarge.

Nothing. All this palaver to go and kill off these senseless animals.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

No Jack?

No.

He's not coming.

Good. We'll stay with them for about an hour and then slip off.

We'll see if Monty's gone lame if anyone asks.

Okay. Jack managed to

drag himself out after all.

Oh, no.

He looks awful.

What have you been doing to him, Susie?

I thought he was all right.

Top that up for me, would you?

Whiskey.

Jack.

Hello, Susie.

I nearly missed the off. You should have woken me up.

I tried.

I'm sorry.

Must be the port.

The rest of the stuff always finishes me off.

You shouldn't be riding.

There you go, sir.

Thank you, George.

Please, Jack.

You look dreadful. Oh, rubbish.

Don't fuss, Susie. Don't fuss.

I'll be fine.

Fresh air will do me good.

Capers of phones can go up to coordination conferences.

Is it bad news?

I don't think so.

Thanks, Nina.

Heart failure.

I told him he should be taking it easy.

We'd better get in touch with his family.

I don't think there is any.

His wife died years ago and they had no children.

Well, I'll phone the undertaker.

Nick?

Oh, Doctor.

What are you doing here?

I've just come round to, what's it, you know, pay my respects to Archie, like,

because we went to school together.

Amen. I was worrying about his fowls, you know, cos there is pride and joy,

I bet nobody's even fed them yet.

Oh, well, I tell you what, why don't you see to them?

Yeah, I'll take them round to my place, cos there's some foxes round here, you

know. I know it'll be a bit of a bother, like, you know, but that's what friends

are for, isn't it?

Let's go anyway.

What? Just look at the state of him.

He wouldn't notice if a bomb went off.

Don't be ridiculous.

You sure you're all right?

I'm fine, darling.

Whiskey's doing the trick.

Care of the dog, eh?

Right. Hey,

only until the estate's sorted out, mind.

if I thought I was in any way responsible.

No, I think you'll find he had too much to drink.

Jack drank like a fish, but in 20 years hunting, he'd never made him take a

fall.

Is that his wife?

Susanna. Yes.

Jack was a lucky man.

In some ways.

Are you sure there's no one you want me to contact for you? Your family?

They're all in London.

No one locally?

I, um... haven't made any close friends up here.

You really shouldn't be on your own.

Thank you.

Look, why don't you take my phone number?

You can call me any time you want.

Thank you.

All right.

I hope everything's here.

I'm sure.

Your horses are being brought back.

Will you be able to manage?

Bevan will feed them.

I'm all right, thank you.

You've been very kind.

Mrs. Temple Richards, there is something else.

There'll have to be a post -mortem.

A post -mortem?

Without it, we can't ascertain the cause of death.

He fell off his horse.

It may not have been the fall that killed him.

Of course it was.

Everyone saw.

We need to be sure.

It could have been a heart attack or... Jack's heart was fine. He was only 50.

It's the normal procedure in a case like this.

I'm sure everything will be perfectly straightforward.

I'm sorry.

It's all been such a shock.

If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone.

Go and see Mrs Temple Richards again tomorrow and get a statement about her

husband's condition before he went on the hunt.

Pickle, for more accounts.

Ventrix!

I'd like to think this tragedy could pass without too much mudslinging.

Temple Richards was very highly thought of round here, and you know that.

Oh, yes, Sarge.

So, uh... Artie Sneed has popped his clogs at last, has he? Oh, I can still

his currymans even now. Twice a week, regular as clockwork.

I thought he was an arby's old bloke. A petty thief of the worst variety.

Although he did calm down once his wife died.

She was a very demanding woman, was she?

Well, he had some nasty habits.

Cockfighting, for one.

Really? Oh, we never caught him at it, though.

Notoriously tight -knit, the cockfighting fraternity.

Well, you have had a busy morning, Rowan.

But not as busy as the vicar's gonna be.

Well, I can't believe he didn't catch on.

Yeah, all right, Al.

Well, you can see they're fighting cocks a mile off.

Look, they've all had their feathers trimmed. And this one, he's had his

spurs cut off and then the artificial ones are put over.

What do you think he was going to do, put them in the pot for Sunday dinner?

Till I came up here, the only chickens I saw were for the sage and onion.

Well, it's not here.

Shall we impound them?

Where are we going to put them?

It's true.

You don't want Blaketon to know that you were the one that gave them to Claude

Greengrass, do you?

What you do with them is your business. I just want a shot of them.

So where are they, then, these champions?

Oh, don't worry. They're with somebody who really knows what they're doing. And

they're raring to go. They're in fantastic condition.

Yeah, well, I'm not too flush this week.

Well, I might know somebody who's interested.

Meet me down at the book tomorrow night, seven o 'clock. We'll see if we can do

business.

Here you go.

Thanks.

You shouldn't be left on your own.

Well, I called in to Gina.

Got another man.

She probably just got it.

Well, I did fear it was someone else at the meet.

That doesn't mean she's having an affair with him.

Hmm.

Well, it was so much for your morning off.

Occupational hazard.

You going to be late tonight?

Not tonight.

But, Nick, I've been thinking, wouldn't it make more sense if I stayed over

sometimes?

Eh?

Evening surgeries don't finish till eight.

By the time we've cleared up, it's gone ten before I'm home.

What do you mean, stay at James's place?

Yeah. He's offered me the spare room any time I want.

Well, not all the time, obviously.

But Tuesdays is evening surgery and Wednesdays we start early. It's hardly

coming home.

Well, thanks very much.

Come on, you know what I've been like.

I might as well not have been here last night.

Well, at least I'll be able to get some fishing in.

I know all there is to know about the Brian...

I share of the Christ.

Constable Rowan.

Have you lost something?

Could be anywhere.

I had to hoped... It's Jack's stockpin. I thought it might have dropped off when

he fell.

Was it valuable?

It doesn't really matter.

Well, let me help you look.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Forget it.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Anyway, it's not here. Let's get back.

Do you give me a leg up?

Look, I do need to ask you a couple of questions.

Call round to the house. I must get back.

Come on, lad.

Drop up. Yeah.

In the hands of somebody who knows what he's doing.

This poor Claude.

I'm getting soft in his old head.

Oh, there's a nice one of you in the paper.

What's that?

At the meet yesterday.

It's quite a spread.

He's not exactly the picture of health, is he?

Hey, wait a minute.

What?

He's not wearing a stock pin, is he?

There's something significant in that.

Yeah.

Yeah, there is.

Was your husband feeling unwell yesterday morning?

Oh, I don't know.

His feet were left.

Had he been drinking?

I think everyone knows that.

Yeah, sorry, but I do need to ask.

Any idea how much?

We had wine with dinner.

He had quite a bit of port.

And yesterday, I don't know.

A dirt cup of the meat, I suppose.

Nothing else worth mentioning?

No.

Oh, about your husband's stock pin.

Yes.

There's a picture of him in the local paper.

He wasn't wearing it.

I know. I found it here last night.

It's just as well we didn't spend time looking for it.

I always warned him that drink would be the death of him.

But not in the way you expected?

No.

I'm a bit worried about his wife, on her own in that big house.

Yes, Jack was always concerned that she felt isolated up here.

I suppose I ought to go and see her.

I think he'd appreciate it.

Oh. Yeah?

Do you know him?

Er... Jeremy Kirby.

Les Kirby's son.

You know, the pork baron.

Arrogant little so -and -so.

His dad keeps him down to earth working at the abattoir, but he still fancies

himself. You think the stories about him and Susanna are true?

Ah, she must have been bored.

Looked here on her own. So she married Temple Richards for his money, then?

Well, it's been done before.

Why? What are you thinking?

Well, it just seems a bit convenient, that's all.

But it was an accident.

Everyone saw him fall.

Well, you couldn't have asked for more witnesses.

I wonder what she was looking for. Did I hear the word Temple Richards?

Uh, yes, Judge.

Well, I've just had a phone call from the pathologist. He's done a preliminary

investigation, and it looks like he died.

From a broken neck.

Oh, is that all?

Ventress, as it happens, there is more.

The pathologist noted an extremely high level of alcohol in the bloodstream.

It was an old soak.

Everyone knows it.

Ventress, have you finished?

There was also an high level of quinolbarbitone sodium and

sodium.

I'll look in on Susanna.

Great.

Oh, hang on a minute.

Hello, surgery?

Nick?

Yes, he was one of James' private patients.

Do you want a word? He's here.

James.

Hello, Nick.

Did you ever prescribe him any sleeping pills?

Yes, I did. He had trouble sleeping in London. Apparently his flat was right by

a busy roadway.

Well, the pathologist recorded an abnormally large amount in his

Not sure how much, but more than one or two.

Well, Jack didn't overuse them. I didn't prescribe them often enough.

And he never took them in Yorkshire.

He always said the fresh air knocked him out.

Was he depressed at all?

A deliberate overdose, you mean.

Not that I know of.

Anyway, Jack always struck me as more of a shotgun man.

Right. OK, well, thanks, James.

I'll be in touch if there's anything else we need to know.

Yeah. Bye.

Well? Well, he certainly had them on prescription.

Rowan, go and see his wife again.

See what she knows about them.

And tread carefully. Don't give too much away.

So, is your clock right? Yes.

Oh, come on, come to daddy.

Come on.

Come to your dad. Here.

Cup all at the side.

Well, the initial investigation shows your husband died from a broken neck.

There are complications, though.

Did you know he took sleeping pills?

Yes. In London.

He could never sleep. The traffic.

Well, it seems that before he died, he'd taken an exceptionally large dose.

Have you any idea why?

No. He always slept well here.

Did he take any the night before?

I don't know.

We had dinner and I went out to see the horses. When I came back, he was asleep

already.

I have any idea where the bottle might be.

It could help us establish how many were taken.

I'll take a look.

Thank you.

Sorry to trouble you. Are you sure your clock's right?

Yes. Why?

Afecting to meet a mate of mine in here about half an hour ago. He's not turned

up. Perhaps he's found himself a bird.

Yes.

I think this must be them.

They were in his sponge bag.

Thank you.

Perhaps he took more than he meant by accident.

Could be.

His drinking did make him forgetful and muddled.

Right, well, when we get the full report back, we can decide on the next step.

The next step?

Well, there'll have to be an inquest.

I see.

Oh, thank you very much for your help.

This must be very difficult for you under the circumstances.

I'm sorry I couldn't be of more assistance.

Well, if you do think of anything else, however small, then please take your

time.

I'm sure for your husband's sake you want it cleared up as quickly as

Yes. Thank you.

You are in a mess, aren't you?

How many pills did you give him, Susie?

You heard.

Most of it.

I didn't mean it to happen.

Well?

Well, she didn't exactly say she'd slipped him into his bedtime cocoa,

Well, I can't believe he took that amount by accident.

What do you think it was, her?

Well, we'll never know what really happened, Rowan. If I was you, I would

let it go.

We've got no evidence to go on.

Well, what about the inquest?

Well, it'll have to be mentioned.

Well, the press are going to have a field day with this one, Sarge.

But you've done a good job.

Close, but no coke on it.

What do you want now?

They've gone, haven't they?

Them chickens are martyrs. They've been nicked.

Morning. They get flaming disgusting, thieving off the dead like that.

Who did you tell I'd got them?

Why don't you come in, Claude?

Well, it must have been you, cos I never said no to nobody.

I went to let them out, and there they were, gone.

I thought I'd better have a look in his notebook, see if he can give me any

clues, and it's all in here.

All the weights, what he fed them, and in the back, there's all his winnings.

He's been cockfighting for years, and he never even let on.

Well, you can't be too careful.

I'll give you any money you like, it's cockfighters.

It's Nick, Tom.

And I don't know how they found out I got them, because I never said no to

nobody. Why don't you stop this act and tell me what it's all about?

Yeah.

Now, look at that.

Friday the 8th, 9 o 'clock, South Barn, Ipsley Manor.

I reckon if you and some of your lads went round here, you might catch a few

them at it.

And I reckon if those birds hadn't have been nicked, you wouldn't have told me

about this.

Well, I must admit, I probably wouldn't have put two and two together so quick.

And revenge is sweet, eh?

What are you doing here?

I stayed.

Just to make sure you were all right.

This is Jack's bedroom!

You can't even wait until it's cold!

I couldn't leave you alone. I know exactly what you're up to!

You think you can just slide in here and take his place, will you? Hold on a

minute. Let's get one thing straight here.

It wasn't me who killed him. Neither did I!

You haven't exactly given the police all the details, have you?

You wouldn't want your father to know all your little hobbies, would you?

be stuck then.

Nowhere to live.

No job.

No rich mistress to keep you. Susanna, don't be like this. I don't want you

here!

I'm going to miss Jack, you know.

Do you find that hard to believe?

Should I?

Well, I know how our marriage looks.

Looked, to most people.

Do you?

It was written all over their faces at the wedding.

Jack's got his totty.

Susanna's got her sugar daddy.

Well, they never saw us here.

You saw Jeremy leave, didn't you?

Jack and I were very happy.

Very happy.

There's no such thing as a perfect marriage.

Look at this place.

It was a kind of a marriage, I suppose.

And I suppose I loved him.

I certainly didn't mean to hurt him.

It's all a bit of a mess, isn't it?

I think you should talk to Nick Rowan.

The policeman?

Do you think he'd understand?

If you're straight with him.

Fair to lose, Kirby.

Where'd you get it from?

Friends in low places, mate.

That's one of Artie's. Well, he doesn't need it where he is, does he?

Whoa!

All right, then.

Yes, sir.

It won't be long.

Right. That's her.

It's her, me. Yeah. Cup of tea.

What's that?

What?

I thought I heard something.

Alf.

Alf, we're on.

Hey.

Oh, I've got a stitch.

There you go.

Jeremy Cooley.

You do get about, don't you?

What's your daddy going to say?

Well, you're coming out tonight.

Come on, son.

That tipped you off, wasn't it?

Had to be.

It's the only person who could have known.

Makes me rather ask an interview question. Could have ruined it in a bit

sporting fun.

Are we talking about Mrs Temple Richards?

It was her that tipped you off, wasn't it?

I think we could do with some tea.

If his dad finds out that he's been cockfighting, it'll lay him alive.

I knew it.

Don't count your chickens.

Stop that and get rid of that chicken.

It's under your desk.

You and Mrs. Temple Rootage are quite friendly, aren't you?

Not against the law, is it?

No.

But it might have suited her to have her husband out of the way.

She didn't kill him, if that's what you mean.

He fell off his horse.

It was an accident.

And what did she do?

Look, if you're not going to charge me, can I go?

I've got to know, was it her that told you?

Good evening, gentlemen. Good evening, George.

What can I get you?

That's all right, thanks.

Listen, George, I want you to tell me everything you can remember about Temple

Richards on the morning of the hunt.

Well, he turned up late.

They were just about ready for the off by the time he arrived.

Was he drunk then?

Well, like I said, I've never seen Jack the worth of a drink.

Although he must have had a few. He had one of my stirrup cups and had to fill

his hip flask up.

Did he say how he was feeling?

He did complain about a thick head.

Hang on, George.

Did you say about his hip flask?

Yeah. I had to top it up with whiskey for him.

That's right.

I saw you give it to him.

It wasn't among his things.

He must have dropped it.

That's what she was looking for.

You'd better try and find it.

Thanks, George.

People generally stop for a nip while they're waiting for their hounds to find

the scent.

We only stop once or twice before the accident, so I suggest we check those

spots first.

Right. How are you doing?

It's great.

Okay, well, we'll take it slowly and you'll be fine. Don't worry, I'll serve

with my granny.

Always get what you want.

But if you try sometimes, you might find you get what you

need.

You'll block the drains again.

Where did you find anything?

His hip flask, Sarge.

George topped it up at the meet. Now, the chances are it's got some of the

whiskey that he used for his nightcap.

Well, that's excellent.

And while we're waiting for forensics, I suggest you go and work on that report

you promised me.

And this is not regulation transport.

Or dress.

Ventress, put the kettle on.

We're going to have to lay low for a while.

How come you didn't get charged?

You don't want to know.

What are we going to do about him?

Him and Groster's up.

Who dressed us up?

Claude Greengrass, that's over.

Susanna, the police are on to you.

What? It's only a matter of time before they arrest you. Come on. I've got the

car. We can get away.

You're crazy. We can start again somewhere.

France, Italy.

There's something between us, Susanna.

I know there is.

You didn't mean what you said yesterday.

It's too late.

Mrs Temple Richards, can I have a word, please?

Would you take care of Regent?

Do you want to go inside?

I found a hip class this morning which we believe belonged to your husband.

It's gone for forensic examination, which we expect to show your husband was

drinking whiskey mixed with sleeping pills.

Now, you'll be called as a witness at the inquest and asked about this.

Now, wouldn't it be easier if you told me what really happened?

I love Jack dearly.

But more as a friend than a husband.

He was very kind to me.

And we did have a lot in common.

But I just couldn't bear making love with him.

It got so I couldn't stand him to touch me.

But I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

It seemed the easiest thing to do.

Put a couple of sleeping pills in the whiskey decanter.

He always had a nightcap.

And then he would sleep.

He must have nearly finished it all the morning he died.

And I assume he filled the hip flask.

And that's what you were looking for, isn't it?

I never thought that he'd wake up in time for the hunt.

What happened to me?

Well, I don't know, I'm afraid.

It's not up to me.

Well, you've shown exemplary qualities, Rowan.

Trusted your instinct.

Handled it with tact.

Well done.

Serge.

Oh, just one more thing, Rowan.

Apparently your friend of mine has been nicking game birds and trying to flog

them off.

Well, to be fair to Greengrass, Sarge, I don't think he actually stole the

birds.

Obtained them by false pretenses, perhaps.

Do I get the feeling there's a history to this case that I don't know?

And can we make anything stick?

I don't think so, Sarge.

You're a disappointment to me, Rowan.

A big disappointment.

And I thought I was exemplary.

Fair game, I'd say.

What do you miss when my baby kisses me?