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

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

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Somebody's in a good mood this morning.

I don't know why that is.

Maybe it's love.

No, what's your run about?

Oh, female, lawyer, Christmas dance.

Does that give you a clue?

Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't seen her.

No? What are you sappy about, then? Must be working for you, Phil.

Right, Ventress, I want you to go and see a Mr Sturton at his stables.

One of his horses keeps disappearing.

Disappearing? He says somebody's been taking it out at night for a ride.

So where's the horse now, then, Sarge?

It's there.

It's there?

So it's not missing now?

No. It's not the horse you've got to find, Ventress.

It's the person who keeps taking the horse out.

Absolutely clear.

Now, Sarge? Yes, now.

Right, and your address?

Report of another burglary, Sergeant.

No, it's no good. I haven't got a banner to fit, though. It's back at the

garage. It's bound to be, wasn't it? An adjustable one on the bench in the barn.

I think there's somebody in there.

There won't be for long. Give me that spanner.

And so he's alive.

Yes,

Prince.

Princess, you're a beautiful girl.

Princess? What's he on about?

If you're a true Romanist, that you are.

All right, let's be over here. Oi, come on, wake up, rise and shine.

Good morning.

Is it?

What are you doing in my barn?

Oh, your barn, is it?

It is a grand place you have here.

You must be very happy with it.

Delirious. You realise it's private property?

No, I'm not one for it, stay be welcome.

I'm much obliged to you. Just a minute.

Are you Gypsy Royalty or something?

What? When you were asleep, you kept shouting out about some Gypsy Princess.

Romany.

Romany Gypsy, what's the difference? All right, Romany Princess.

Romany Princess.

That'll be a winner.

A winner?

Winning horses.

I dream about them every so often.

Yeah, I'm sure you do. Go on, let's have you out of it.

And I'm Lester Piggott.

Morning, Mr. Thornton.

bad at all.

And it's all down to you, young lady.

Right now, I'll just get you turned over so I can check you back for pressure

sores. It's the bit I hate.

I feel like such a burden.

Oh, give over. It's my job.

I'm a useless old fool.

No, you're fine.

And I've told you before, Mildred, only all my patients are as nice as you.

You've been so kind to me, Maggie.

Hey, listen to the past tense.

You've got years ahead of you yet.

You know when it's time.

What do you mean?

You know when it's time to go.

Mildred, you've got bad bronchitis.

But as long as we continue with the medication, there's no reason why you

be around for a good while yet.

Provided you don't do anything stressful.

Now, you're not planning on going on that new big dipper at Blackpool, are

They wouldn't let me on.

Is that nurse still up there with her?

Yes. These check -ups are getting more and more frequent.

Roy, you know why Maggie's here.

I know, but she just seems to be here so often.

It's not like she's getting anything extra for it.

The important thing is, is that Mum likes her.

Exactly.

Maybe she thinks there's some minute for her. How do you mean?

Well, your mum's not going to be around forever, is she?

Third time this week.

How do you know he was ridden?

He's loose in the yard in the middle of the night.

Well, couldn't he just have got out?

How come he's wearing a bridle and covered in sweat?

All right.

So you're saying that someone come in in the middle of the night, rode him off

and then brought him back as though nothing had happened?

I can see why you're in the police force.

The horse isn't damaged.

No?

Well, I don't really see what we can do in a situation like this. Round -the

-clock surveillance.

I want these people caught. That's the way to do it. Round -the -clock

surveillance? This is Aidensfield, Mr Sturton, not New Scotland Yard.

Deeper too.

Oh, it's no wonder you're feeling better than Sylvia to look after you. And we

all know how much you do too, Maggie Bolton.

You like that painting, don't you?

Yes, I do.

It reminds me of a place I used to visit as a child.

It's yours.

What? I want you to have it.

Mildred, that's very kind, but... Take it with you now.

No, Mildred, I can't. I can't accept gifts from patients.

I thought I was your friend.

You are.

You know that.

But I want you to keep the painting.

Then I can see it every time I come here.

I think it might be worth a bob or two.

All done.

How is she?

Oh, not so bad today.

It's just that, you know, one minute she's fine and the next... Well, chronic

bronchitis can be exacerbated by worry, upset.

Almost doesn't get to it.

I was, um... I was wondering about getting her oxygen.

Only one of the neighbours were saying it would help her breathe more easily.

Well, yes, it would, but I don't think it's severe enough yet.

The problem is patients come to rely on it, then when there's a real emergency,

it doesn't have the same effect.

Oh, well, if you're sure.

Well, I'll ask Dr Belton just to be certain.

Thanks. Bye.

Bye.

They've made a neat job of it.

I'll get it checked for fingerprints, Sarge. I'd be surprised if they find

though.

Are you sure that was all that was taken, Mrs Happenstall?

Yes, the vases.

Two vases matching.

My purse was on the kitchen table, but they didn't take it.

It sounds like they knew what they were looking for.

Can you describe these vases?

They're not very big. Maybe about this tall.

Japanese. Worth a bit, were they?

About 50 pounds.

I just had them valued.

Try not to upset yourself, Mrs Happenstall. We'll do everything we can.

Is there anyone you'd like us to call?

No, thanks. I'll be fine.

My daughter, Julie, will be back soon.

Right. Constable Bellamy will keep in touch.

Let you know if there's any news.

Hey, Claude.

That horse that Trant mentions running in the two o 'clock at York.

What horse?

Romany Princess. It's on the telly. What time?

Two o 'clock.

It should be on now. Mary, Mary, can I have the telly on, please?

Why? What's wrong?

Can you get it on quick?

Add a tip on the horses, Claude.

It's doing all right.

It's going to place this.

25 to 1.

What a right pair of mugs we are.

Can't this thing go any faster?

It's a hearse, Claude. Not today, it's not.

Hey, hey, there he is.

Oh, hello there, mister.

I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. Call me Claude, and this is

We just wondered if you lived anywhere.

No, thanks all the same. I wouldn't want to go tempting fate, if you see what I

mean.

Oh, yeah.

No, it's just that you seem so comfortable in the barn. Like, if you

stop in there, I mean, I'm not using it.

Very decent.

I was hoping for a bed for tonight.

Yeah, well, I could probably fix that. I mean, I normally make a charge, but in

your case, I'd make an exception.

I'd rather get in, then.

Oh, you can get in the front.

How much?

500.

500? It would be a loan, of course. I'll pay you back. It's for the new plate

maker. Once we get that, we can easily treble our profits.

I thought the 300 I gave you was to pay for that.

No, that was for the new press.

But without a plate maker, the printing takes just as long. If I can get a plate

maker, I could do the work in half the time.

What does Sylvia think?

She agrees with me.

But she doesn't want to ask you for a loan, so... Perhaps we ought to ask her

come up.

No, there's no need for that.

Anyway, I think she's out the back at the moment.

No.

Eh? No, I'm sorry, Roy.

But it just makes so much sense.

I know it's a lot, but I'll pay you back.

I promise. No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Of course you can. You've got the money.

That's not the point.

Look, it's for all of us. That was my husband's money.

He worked hard for it, and I value it.

I don't want to see it just whittled away.

How can you?

Two years.

Two years we've looked after you. We've put you up, we've fed you, we've cared

for you. Two years!

And that's how you repay us.

Oh, very convenient.

Mind you don't chew.

Sylvia! Sylvia!

Don't worry about Tom.

Oh, my God.

It's bad.

Get an ambulance.

Quick, Roy, get an ambulance.

That's a good boy.

That's all you're getting.

I bet you're enjoying that, are you?

These winners you dream of, do you dream of them every night, Seymour?

Most nights.

How about tonight? Any chance of you dreaming up one tonight for tomorrow

Well, there's only one sure way of making me dream about the Gigi's.

How's that?

A wee drop at the hard stuff.

I bet you mean Scotch.

Unless it would be Irish.

I've got neither.

I don't suppose you could come up with something on a cup of cocoa, could you?

What's happening?

She knew.

It's as if she knew something was going to happen.

She's not dead yet.

She'll pull through.

She even made a change to her will.

Changed her will?

I'm very sorry.

I'm afraid we couldn't save her.

Oh, Antina, my winsome wench.

Pour us a couple of large scotches.

Celebrating, are we?

Not half.

We have discovered a lucky leprechaun at the bottom of our garden, haven't we?

It's marvellous. It takes your money and it doubles it.

You must think I came up the river.

You don't believe me.

I wonder why.

Look, I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what. You give me ten bob, I guarantee

tomorrow it'll be a quid. Hang on, Claude.

We give you ten bob and you give us a quid.

I just said that, didn't I? Yeah, yeah, guaranteed.

Oh, come on, come on. Why are you hesitating?

You're past record, Claude. I'm changing the needle.

Come on.

You'd better not let us down, Claude.

That's for two of us.

Right, and you will not regret it.

What are you doing?

All I'm doing is putting a bet on for him. I'll put their ten bobs on. The

are bound to be better than even, so I'll give him a quid back and we'll cop

the difference.

What if he loses?

He won't.

I bought him half a bottle of scotch.

Hello?

Open late?

No, I'm usually here till about six.

What can I do for you, Constable?

We've had a run of burglaries in the area. It's mainly antiques, and I just

to check if anybody's tried to sell any of these items here.

Right. I'll get my book.

Most recent items are the two Japanese vases.

No, I've no record of those.

Or of the other items.

Well, I'll leave that list with you in case anybody does approach you.

Thank you.

So, what's this about the will?

What?

You said she changed it. How did she change it?

Oh, she made a small amendment, that's all.

What sort of small amendment?

That painting in her room.

She wanted to leave it to Maggie Bolton.

Maggie Bolton?

The whole village must have been doing their shopping today. I thought they'd

never get home.

Everybody has so much to say.

Maggie?

What's the matter?

I was at the hospital this afternoon.

It's Mildred Crosby.

What about her?

She's dead.

I want to make a complaint.

It's a case of gross medical negligence. Hang on a minute.

Slow down.

What's this all about?

My mother -in -law has just died.

Mildred Crosby.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

I don't want your sympathy, Constable.

I want you to charge the person responsible for her death.

She got her to change her will and then refused to give her oxygen.

This is a very serious allegation you're making.

Who is it you think is responsible?

Oh, I don't think.

I know.

Maggie Bolton.

Hello, Mike.

Can I come in?

Maggie.

Yes.

Are you all right?

Yes, but...

A friend of mine just died. Well, a patient, Mildred Crosby.

Sometimes you just can't help getting attached.

That must be very difficult.

She was doing so well, I can hardly believe it's happened.

When did you last see her?

Today.

That's what I mean, the way she suddenly went downhill.

Well, is that uncommon for someone in her condition?

It happens, but yes, it's certainly unusual.

Mike, I appreciate your concern, but why all the questions?

Maggie, there's... There's been a complaint made against you.

By the son -in -law.

What?

Look, I'm sorry, but we have to look into it. Just what am I supposed to have

done? Apparently, you refused to give the old lady oxygen.

No, I didn't think her condition was serious enough.

Did you know she left you something in her will?

No.

A valuable painting.

Look, I don't need to tell you what I think of all this.

Anyone who knows you knows you couldn't possibly have... It's the son -in -law.

He's ranting and raving.

We have to look into it.

And report it to the medical authorities.

What's going on?

Apparently I'm being accused of causing Mildred Crosby a death.

What?

That's a grand bit of stuff you got me here, Mr. Greengrass. We aim to please

you, don't we?

What would you like for your tea? A nice chip butty. That sounds very nice.

Do you have a few chips?

Why, me?

Do you want to be in on this or don't you?

The spuds are in the cupboard.

I've got to peel them.

No, they've got zips on. Get on with it, will you?

Come in.

Maggie Bolton, isn't it?

Yes. I'm sorry to barge in on you like this. I was hoping you might be able to

help me.

Take a seat.

I need to know if it's true.

It's not true.

Did Mildred Crosby leave me something in her will? I'm sorry, but I'm not at

liberty to discuss this, not until the will's been read out.

Did she leave me that painting?

I'm sorry, but I can't discuss the contents.

Do you know that I'm being accused of negligence?

I'm also being accused of deliberately causing her death because she left me

something in her will that I'm supposed to know about, but I didn't know.

She wanted to give me that painting and I refused.

Did Mildred leave it to me in her will?

Off the record?

She loved you a lot more than that.

Sorry to call on you so late, Mrs Thornton.

That's all right.

Come in.

Is your husband back?

He's popped into town.

He'll be back soon.

You're aware of the allegations he's made concerning your mother's death?

Yes.

I just wondered if you agreed with him. I'm not in the habit of going against my

husband.

He's got enough to worry about.

Maggie Bolton was extremely fond of your mother.

You must know she'd never have done anything to harm her.

All I know...

Is that my mother's dead.

She was alive. I know she's dead.

One minute she was fine.

And the next, she was gasping for breath.

I watched her fighting, choking, gasping. I virtually had to watch

her die.

If she'd had oxygen, she might still be alive.

Maggie didn't think it was serious enough for that.

And now she's dead.

That's all I know.

time told me

time told me time told me time told me time

told me

Under the circumstances, I'm sure we all want to get this matter cleared up as

soon as possible.

There's nothing to get cleared up.

I haven't done anything wrong.

You have been accused of gross medical negligence.

Yes, but it's... A very serious allegation.

And one which could result in disastrous consequences as far as your career is

concerned.

I understand that, yes.

You thought it unnecessary to give Mildred Crosby oxygen. Is that right?

At that stage, yes.

Well, isn't it the sort of thing you should take advice on from a doctor?

I was going to ask my husband, Dr. Bolton, but I didn't get the chance.

She died a few hours later.

So her condition was more severe than you'd thought.

I didn't expect that she'd sudden attack.

It was a real shock to me.

I understand you've become quite involved with Mrs. Crosby.

I was very fond of her.

Did you know she'd changed her will in your favour?

No, I didn't.

Of course not. I had no idea.

Come in.

Mike. Hi.

How are you?

Fine. What can I do for you?

Well, I expect you've heard about the accusations against Maggie Bolton.

Yes. I wondered if you could confirm the details of the will for me.

Not before the reading, no.

Excuse me.

Hello?

No, I'd better take it.

Sorry, was there anything else?

Well, not unless you want to come out for a drink tonight.

I'm sorry, but I've got plans.

Jackie Lambert speaking.

Mrs. Williams.

Yes, I remember. Well, maybe some other time then.

Get what?

I've been suspended.

Hiya. Is your mum in?

Yeah, but she's having a lie down.

It's Julie, isn't it?

I was here yesterday about the break -in. And?

I just wanted to let her know there's been a pattern of similar break -ins in

the area.

Makes it a bit more likely we'll catch the thief.

What about the vase?

Will she get them back?

There's a chance.

We'll check in with all the antique dealers, see if they've been sold on.

I don't suppose you know if your mum had any insurance?

Well, she fell behind on the payments.

It's been hard since Dad died.

How long ago was that?

Eighteen months ago.

And I had an accident.

Look, I'd better go and see how Mum is.

If we find out anything else, I'll call and let you know.

Hey, hey, here it is.

Flamenco Fanny.

Running in at three o 'clock at Chepstone.

How much have we put in on?

A fiver.

Fiver? Of course. Plus, of course, Mary and Gina's ten bobs.

He'd have better come in. What if last time was just a coincidence?

I wish you'd stop being so dramatic.

Get his dinner on the table.

Yes,

yes, of course.

I'll tell her.

Thank you.

Bye.

That was the solicitor.

They're reading the will at 3 .30.

They'd like you to be there.

If we're all ready, then.

I, Mildred Crosby, being of sound mind, leave all my worldly goods to my only

daughter, Sylvia.

With the exception of my personal bank account and the painting known as An

Evening Stroll, both of which I leave to my good friend, Maggie Bolton.

Just a minute.

Personal bank account?

How much was in her personal bank account?

As of yesterday, her account stood at...

£2 ,450.

And her worldly goods, what do they come to?

Well, all her personal belongings, her jewellery, a few insurance policies.

Insurance policies?

That could take months.

That's no good to us. Roy.

And you knew about this?

Well, I knew about the painting, but I didn't know about the money.

This just gets more and more interesting, doesn't it?

I had no idea about any of this, Roy.

You wormed your way into her life!

Sweet talked her into changing her will!

How does it feel to be a grave robber, eh?

Here was the scotch.

Well?

Oh. Did you do it?

Do what?

Double your money?

Or more to the point, double our money.

Hmm.

What do you give me, ten bob?

Each.

Pound for that, maybe?

A pound for that, then.

I don't believe it.

I tell you, and if you'd had a five rod, you'd have had a tenner. Well, we might

do next time.

Hiya, Phil.

Two halves, please, do you know of?

You looking pleased with yourself?

Yeah. The poor can double your money.

Double it?

How does he do that?

There's a leprechaun at the bottom of his garden.

Oh, really?

That's what he says, anyway.

I don't know how he does it, but it works.

We gave him ten bob yesterday, and today he came back with a quid.

Don't even think about it.

It does sound quite tempting, though.

I'll just see how much change I've got.

Sylvia, you know how much Mildred meant to me, don't you?

We were good friends.

Yes, but I would never do anything to harm her.

Well, I think that's everything.

It's gone.

What's gone?

The painting.

It's been stolen.

Take a good look round.

Was it just the painting that was stolen?

Well, there's nothing else missing as far as I can tell.

How do you think he got in?

Must have been through the side door.

No, there's no sign of forced entry.

Was the door left open?

No, I always lock it.

I think he must have forgotten.

I mean, it's quite natural, but with everything that's happened.

When was it discovered missing?

Shortly before I found you.

And who noticed it missing?

I did.

Right. Well, I think it would be helpful if you'd accompany me down to the

station, Mr Thornton.

so we can get this cleared up quickly.

Here you go, Mum.

Your Horlicks and sleeping pills.

It's a bit dirty for my sleeping pills, isn't it?

Well, I thought you could do with an early night.

What's the matter?

No, I'm not taking it.

What? Can't keep on like this, Julie.

Sedative... Sleeping pills, antidepressants. But the doctor said...

face up to things sometime, love.

It's time we started looking ahead.

So, when did you discover the painting was missing?

I've told you, just after the will was read.

So no -one had been into Mildred's room since she'd died?

No. Sylvia couldn't face it and, well, I had no cause to. So why did you

suddenly go in there?

It was the reading of the will.

We found out the painting had been left to Maggie Bolton. And you went in to get

it for Nurse Bolton?

Yes, Nurse Bolton.

The person who is responsible for the death of my mother -in -law.

But you don't seem very interested in that, Sergeant. No.

You're more interested in trying to charge me with a robbery that happened

own house. Mr Thornton, the acquisition against Nurse Bolton is being taken very

seriously.

But we're here to discuss the disappearance of your mother -in -law's

No doubt it was a surprise to you when you found she'd left it to Mrs Fulton.

course it was.

After all we'd done for her. You expected to inherit it yourself.

Well, Sylvia rather than me.

It just seems very convenient that there was a break -in preventing you from

giving the painting away.

What are you saying? I'm suggesting that you took the picture, assuming it'll be

left to you in the will.

Perhaps you sold it on straight away.

Then, when Mrs Bolton inherited it, you had to think of an excuse.

What more convenient than a break -in?

No, that's not true.

I can't sleep.

What?

I can't get to sleep.

You have to force yourself because there's no more whiskey.

I'm sorry to call you out so late.

It's okay.

Have you ever done this before?

No. At least I don't think so.

But I normally take a sleeping pill at night.

I might be on the wrong track here.

But did Julie used to like riding?

Oh, yes. She had her own horse.

But, of course, we had to sell it after my husband's accident.

Stay there.

I've got him!

Ruby, are you all right? Yeah, I'm fine.

What do you think you're playing at, you stupid girl? I'm all right, Mr Sturton.

Julie, why didn't you tell me? I knew you'd be upset.

But anything could have happened. You could have really hurt yourself.

Like Daddy means.

Well, yes. Look, it doesn't mean the same thing's going to happen to me.

I just worry about you so much, love.

It's just you and me now, you know. I know, Mum.

But we'll be all right. It's like you said.

It's time we started looking ahead, isn't it?

Good day.

Mr Winstead. That's right.

One of your chaps in the other day.

What's it about those stolen antiques?

You mentioned Mrs Heavenstall's vases. No, we're looking for a painting. It's

called An Evening Stroke. It's worth quite a bit. Yes, I remember it quite

distinctly. I had it sold on in a matter of hours. Do you remember who sold it

to you? It was a man, late thirties, glasses, and quite tall.

And he had a Scottish accent.

Claude!

Claude! I've got the paper. What's the name of yours?

Don't worry about all that.

He's gone.

Eh? Oh, too.

He's done a runner.

Well, he was here last night.

Yeah, so was my Scotch. You mean he's nicked it?

No, he drank it. And he took it with him.

I thought we'd got over all this yesterday.

We now know that your mother -in -law's painting was sold to an antique shop in

Ashfordly. So?

The owner has given us a detailed description of the person who sold him

painting. And it would only fit me, I suppose.

Don't you think the charade has gone on long enough? We're investigating a

number of burglaries in the area, very similar to this one.

All stolen antiques.

The most recent occurred three nights ago.

Perhaps it would tell us where you were on Monday night.

What is all this?

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

How convenient.

Just like you didn't know about the picture.

All right.

All right.

I took the picture.

I had to. But I don't know anything about these other burglaries. I'm not a

thief. But you did steal the picture.

That's different.

It was coming to us anyway.

I needed the money.

For your business?

I had no choice.

I wanted to expand, so I took out a loan.

From these loan sharks.

Mildred refused to bail me out.

I mean, I had to find the money somehow.

So, will Maggie get the painting?

Well, we can trace it. It's been sold on already.

Who sold it?

Gwynne Stanley.

He was the chap who gave us the description of Roy Thornton.

He said he told you about the Heppenstall burglary.

Is that what he said?

He mentioned Mrs Heppenstall?

Yes. Why?

Well, I described the bargain to him.

But I didn't say where they were stolen from.

We're never going to find him. He's a long gun.

What are you going to do now, then, Claude? You promise to double

money? Do you think I don't know that?

What are you doing?

I'm looking at the runners. See if there's one that stands out.

Hey, hey, hang on.

This one sounds a bit inappropriate.

Let's get to the bookies. What's it called?

Gunner Bunk.

all locked up, Sarge. Well, try round the back then.

Oh, Maggie.

I'm afraid Dr. Bolton's not here at the moment.

It's just that I've not been sleeping well.

What with Roy being detained at the police station and everything else.

Well... I'm not really sure how I can help you.

Well, I just thought maybe some sleeping pills.

Well, you'll have to see Dr Belton about that.

You do know I've been suspended?

Yes.

Thank you.

I'll make an appointment.

Sleeping pills aren't always the answer, you know.

Maybe you're right.

Maggie?

Let's learn.

What is this, please? Excuse me, Mr. Winstanley. I have reason to suppose you

may be in possession of stolen goods, sir. Excuse me?

That is not the case.

Don't touch that. You don't know what you're doing. Sir, I think you should

and have a look at this.

You were paying, Mr. Winstanley?

I didn't steal them.

I presume you employed somebody to do your dirty work for you.

But of course you do valuations, don't you?

That must be how you know what to take.

I always valued them at a fair price.

Told them to get them insured to the proper value.

That way nobody loses.

I get the antique and they get the insurance money.

Only in the first instance, Mr.

Winstanley, the lady in question wasn't insured.

Maggie. Have you got a minute?

Of course, come in.

Sylvia Fulton came to see me today.

She told me you were questioning her husband.

Yes, he's admitted to stealing the picture.

Mike, if he lied about that, maybe he lied about Mildred's death as well.

Why do you say that?

I think Sylvia was about to tell me something.

Should we go and have another chat with her?

Well, it's worth a try.

I think you should give up now, Claude.

I mean, turn the bunk.

All right.

I'm sure we'll be all right with this one.

There's a fall.

It's number 11, Irish Wanderer.

The rest are safely home.

I don't give a... We'll just have to pay them back.

After you, Claude.

Look, at the other meeting, there's one running after you, Claude. It's 33 to 1.

33 to 1. What chance has that got?

Go on back here. Go on. Put the money on.

33 to 1. Go on. Get the price.

I'm going to give you everything, Sylvia.

I never wanted Mildred's money. You do understand that, don't you?

Keep thinking about the day your mum died.

I've tried to figure it out and...

It still doesn't seem to make much sense to me.

Is there anything else you want to tell us?

Mum was in a really bad way.

While I tried to help her, I shouted at Roy to call for the ambulance.

Go on.

But when the ambulance didn't arrive, I called again.

They said they never got the call.

Well, I thought it was just an excuse.

But now that I've had a chance to think about it... You never made the call.

I didn't want to believe it.

Roy's a good man, really.

And he thought it'd be easier to blame someone else.

He's got a problem.

Money worries.

I have really sorry, Maggie.

About the time I went home.

I'm afraid there's something else to discuss, Mr Thornton.

Constable Bradley has just taken a statement from your wife about

surrounding your mother -in -law's death.

What did she say?

That you failed to call the ambulance when your mother -in -law became ill.

What? Your wife phoned to see where the ambulance was. They said they'd never

received a call.

The delay could have cost Mrs Crosby her life.

Do you have anything to say?

We'll be making a report to the coroner.

I told you it'd be all right. You don't have to worry. All right, so we're out

of trouble. Let's just give everyone their money and call it a day. Please

Mag. Pay Gina and Mary, Ali.

Of course.

Lord. What?

You're wonderful.

Of course I am.

Was this week more engaged?

The little leprechaun didn't forget to turn up then, Claude.

He certainly didn't, Philip. Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Right. Is that everybody paid?

Aye. Well, what have we finished up with?

We've got £1 .10 each.

£1 .10? That can't be right.

I mean, after you, Claude, it was 33 to 1.

We put most of the money on the two losers who hadn't got very much left to

with. At least we won enough to pay everybody off.

Oh, yeah, how lovely for them.

Oh, Claude, you never paid for your last round the other night.

How much do I owe?

One pound, nine shillings and sixpence.

Here, better have it.

Keep the change.

Oh, thanks, Claude.

It's the first time you've ever given me a tip.

And the last.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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