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

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

Don't let him into the house.

Don't knock it.

You and your big mouth.

Ashfordly Police Station.

How is he?

He's suffering from smoke inhalation principle.

What happened to your arm?

It's burning, Simba.

It doesn't feel broken.

You should get to the hospital as well and have it checked out, just in case.

Right, Doctor.

What do you reckon then, David?

It's certainly big enough.

On a Sunday afternoon... I've always had an irresistible attraction to big

houses. I reckon in a previous incarnation, I'd have been a regular

old Versatility Brown.

Versatility who?

Brown, David. Surely even you've heard of him.

He could turn his hand to anything, good old Versatility.

Country seats, cathedrals.

Now this...

is the dining room, where I shall entertain the dignitaries of the county.

And through here is the drawing room, where I shall no doubt while away

many a happy hour with a glass of port in one hand and some famous scribe in

other.

You're definitely going to have it then.

Bought and paid for already, David.

Come and have a look at the bedrooms.

So, where does that leave me, then, Mr Vernon?

Here, with me. Where else?

In fact, I see a new role for you as my very own butler.

I don't think I could do that. I don't get on right, though, with these great

big houses.

Every time I turn a corner, I go, is he a ghost or something?

No, I'll be much happier in the cottage.

Cottage is going on the market, David.

But what about me?

Hey, you never said anything about that when you moved in.

Excuse me, but if I remember rightly, when I bought that house, you just sort

stayed on like part of the furniture.

All right, well, that won't be a problem. I'll just look for somewhere

live in and I'll just sort of move on then, shall I? Well, if that's the way

feel, be my guest, of course.

Well, yes, I will.

But, of course, I won't be your guest.

Well, not much longer, anyway.

Then, Mrs. Winstanley, the dosage is on the bottle.

Eh, lovey, I don't need no bottle to tell me that.

When I first went on these, Vesta Tilly was still a chorus girl.

Now, you take care.

Thank you. Bye -bye. Bye.

Is this all the mail there is?

Great flow.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Did the night watchman mention seeing or hearing anything suspicious?

He wasn't in any sort of shape to mention anything, really, Sarge.

And over at the hospital, they wouldn't let us near him.

Who owns this place, anyway?

A company called Pike Textiles.

The head office is over in Ashfordly. Have you spoken to them?

I've tried to get hold of the owner last night, but couldn't find him.

Peter Pike.

Right.

Get yourself over to Ashfordly. See if he suffers yet.

I'll send Ventress to the hospital. Find out if the night watchman's in any

state to be quick.

Right, Sarge.

Bernard?

Bernard?

What's all this, then?

What's it look like?

Well, it looks like there's more than a bob or two in this little beauty, you

know. What would you be thinking of, Leonard?

Well, don't you realise, Bernard, people are killed to go to their making in one

of these and pay twice the usual price for the privilege. Look, I've not spent

six months doing that up just for the money.

As you very well know, collecting funeral memorabilia is my hobby.

Yes, well, I know that, whatever turns you on.

But I'm telling you, Bernard, what you have got here is a little gold mine.

Never mind that.

What's this about you threatening to put David out on the street?

You don't think I'd do that, do you?

Well, he reckoned you would.

Bernard, he was just intimidated.

He was overwhelmed at the opulence of my new abode.

Why? Look, don't worry about it. Give him time and he'll think to himself,

am I doing sitting in this crummy dump on my own when I could be up at Mr.

Vernon's place enjoying the high life?

Well, I hope you're right.

I hate to see the lad upset.

Pissy Crane, Edensfield Police, Mr. Pike.

What can I do for you, Constable?

Presumably, you've already been informed by the fire brigade, sir, that the

suspicion is the fire at your warehouse may have been started deliberately.

I have, yes.

Kids, do you think?

In my experience, sir, it's generally schools that are inclined to burn down.

Do you think of anyone else who might wish you any harm?

Well, I have my enemies, but a successful businessman doesn't. I've

thought any of them hated me that much.

What about your staff?

Oh, our industrial relations here are excellent.

And the premises are insured, I assume?

Oh, yes.

Where were you last evening, sir?

At the golf club, having what I suppose you'd call a working dinner with Miss

Stevenson here.

I left about, what, half past eight, dropped her off and went home straight

bed. So you were home at about... Nine o 'clock at the very latest, I suppose.

Now, you tell me something comfortable.

Of course, sir.

No disrespect intended.

But if we are talking often here, which we certainly seem to be, is this all

that it really merits?

The attentions of a mere constable?

These are very much preliminary inquiries, Mr Pike.

And it goes without saying that if a serious crime has been committed, it

of course, be referred to a senior officer.

There's a lovely Gina today, then.

Well, she's away for a week, enjoying herself.

You'll have to be careful about your drinking, now, Vernon. No chauffeur to

ferry you around.

In my experience, Oscar, people who drive quality cars like mine tend not to

pulled over by our friends in the force.

Oh, really? Well, that's not the way I remember it. In my day, the traffic cop

used to love pulling over the Porsche cars. I know I did.

Yes, well, the police force, like the times, have changed, obviously.

Of course, if you're desperate, there's always David.

I suppose I could add him to the list of candidates.

However, the list is already long and getting longer by the hour.

Why, if I can believe it.

There must be hundreds of out -of -work chauffeurs all over Yorkshire just

fighting for the privilege of driving someone like you around.

Well, if I were you, I'd give David a call.

Yes, well, I suppose I could.

Mr. Vernon, what are you doing here?

I was just sort of passing.

I thought I'd call in and see how you were getting on.

So how are you getting on?

Oh, smashing, yes.

Really?

Oh, no, it's great, you know, living on your own, being your own boss, like.

What to be said for it, David?

Being what you might call fancy free.

Right, I mean...

It could get some people down, having no -one to talk to all day.

But I'm not one of them.

Never have been.

No, me neither. No. No.

Anyway, something has come up. I just thought you might be interested.

I thought the least I could do is offer your first refusal, for old time's sake.

Ah.

I'm in the market for a chauffeur, just a present.

And I was wondering whether... Well, whether you'd still be interested.

Right. I wouldn't have to go and live in that big old house, would I? Oh, no,

certainly not.

No, all that's on offer is a job, David, not accommodation as well.

Right,

then, well, yeah, yeah, I will be there.

Good. Well, that's that, then.

There is one small thing I shall insist on.

Right.

OK, where to first, then?

Now then, Mr Williams, how are you doing?

Well, put it this way. I can't see me opening the bowling for Yorkshire again

for a bit.

Oh, dear.

Well, I'd better have a word with Freddie Truman and tell him it's all

him again, then.

Talking about the fire, did you see anyone mucking about at the warehouse

it started, that is?

I'm afraid I didn't, no.

In fact, it was quite as a grave, really.

Before the fire, right?

I see.

Well,

if you do think of anything, anything at all, just give us a bell.

I'll do that.

Hello?

Yes.

I see.

Right.

Thank you.

Bye.

That was Mrs. Watt on the phone, one of Mr.

Winstanley's neighbours.

She said when she saw Olive last night, she was a bit under the weather, and

when she went to check on her this morning, both the doors were locked and

was no response to her knocking.

Has she alerted the police?

Well, not yet, no, but she said that Olive is always up and about at first

light.

Well, you'd better get on to them and ask them to send someone round in case

need to break in.

I'll make my way round there now.

Right.

Steve, how'd you go on with Mr Pike yesterday?

Well, he's got an alibi, all right.

Spent the early part of the evening at the golf club.

Dropped Naomi Stevenson off on his way home. Was in bed by nine.

Meanwhile, the warehouse blazes along merrily.

In fact, his chief concern seemed to be whether we'd taken all this seriously

enough. Well, I trust you reassured him on that point?

Of course, Sarge.

What do we know about this Mr Pike, anyway?

Well, he's a Rotarian, a respectable local businessman.

Never had anything to do with us.

Of course, there was that trouble with his wife Beryl a few years ago.

What trouble was that?

Well, she was the company secretary at the time. She got caught siphoning

company money off into an offshore account.

One of her own. What happened to her?

Well, she got five years.

Was there any suspicion that Pike was in on it? Well, he denied all knowledge of

it. In fact, he gave evidence against her at the trial.

The person that knows all about Pike is Oscar Blaketon.

Oscar? They'd be golfing mates, leading light to the local club.

I see.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh, hello, Jenny.

It's Jenny, for you.

I'll take down my office.

He's not a happy bunny in the grass.

Jenny. Hi, Dennis.

Look, Liz asked me to ring you.

We think one of our patients may have been taken ill at home.

Can you send somebody around there, just in case we need to force a door?

Right. What's the address?

Still no signs of life, then? I'm afraid not.

Hello?

Call an ambulance, quick.

Have a quick look round.

Make sure everything's secure.

All right.

I don't believe you're thinking of doing what I think you're thinking of doing.

What? Have you any idea how much damage a powerful jet of water can do to

paintwork?

I'd better wash the bubbles off.

Yes, and preferably by hand and using a good quality wash leather, yes?

Ah, hello. You must be Mr. Scripps.

I'm your nearest neighbour.

Amanda Buxton. Just popped in to say hello.

Some sort of problem, is there?

I just arrived in time to save your beautiful Bentley from a fate worse than

death, but it's been sorted, yes?

Good, good.

Nice cup of tea?

Oh, well, that would be lovely, yes.

Thank you.

Gosh, the times we had when the Digby Glossops owned the place. I mean, she

frightful, but their hunt ball was one of the highlights of the local social

calendar. An occasion I'm sure we can reinstate once I get my feet under the

table, as it were.

Yeah?

A pot of Earl Grey, please, David.

What?

Earl Grey.

Tea. There's a packet in the cupboard.

And a slice of lemon would be lovely.

And a slice of lemon.

He's a nice lad, really, David.

One of life's rough diamonds, Miss Buxton.

Call me Amanda, please.

Oh, right.

Amanda.

Peter Pike.

Well, I wouldn't call him a friend of mine, exactly. We have the occasional

round of golf together, that's all.

What's he like?

He's a bit of a lad. Some people like him. Other people can't stand the sight

him. Which category did he fall into for you?

Ah, he's all right in small doses, I suppose.

His wife.

Vicious, vindictive scheming.

And those are her good points.

Well, she must have taken it pretty badly, her own husband choosing to

against her.

Well, that's putting it mildly.

So she, for one, wouldn't be averse to boning down this warehouse of his if she

weren't still in jail, then.

But she isn't.

What? She was released some week ago.

Was she?

Put on your red dress, baby Cos we're going out tonight

Put on your red dress, baby

Cos we're going out tonight Hello, can I

help you?

I'd like a word with Mr. Pike, please.

And your name?

Mrs. Pike, as was.

Anyway, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid Mr. Pike isn't available at the moment.

Oh, I think you'll find he's available to me.

Perel, what the devil are you doing here?

You mean you aren't glad to see me, darling?

I'm sorry, Mr. Pike. I did tell you you weren't free.

That's all right, Naomi.

No problem.

Very pretty.

Is she looking after you all right?

What do you want?

A few thousand would do for starters.

Just to set me up.

Think of it as compensation, Peter, for the last four years of my life.

Well, ten out of ten for nerve anyway, Beryl. Now, don't be petty.

Your little empire wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me.

Don't flatter yourself, Beryl.

Your creativity began and ended with your bookkeeping.

Oh, come on.

You don't have to play the innocent with me.

Look, Beryl, I'm sorry you got sent down. I really am.

Of course you are.

I'll never forget your face, how hurt you looked, giving evidence against me,

which, as my husband, you could quite easily have refused to do.

Are you surprised?

Let's face it, you almost brought the entire company down with your financial

shenanigans. That might have washed with the jury four years ago, but at least

have the good grace not to try it on me.

Very well.

You want it straight, I'll give it to you straight.

The day our divorce came through, that was it as far as I was concerned.

Goodbye.

Don't come round here bothering me again.

It's over, Beryl.

Don't you believe it, sunshine.

Incidentally, I couldn't help noticing our old warehouse got burnt down.

So? So.

Who's going to take the rap for that one, Peter?

If the police should get suspicious.

Just go, will you?

I ended up making an absolute telling, even though I do say it myself.

It's modern art.

Never really understood it.

But as far as I'm concerned, Vernon, new money, quite as good as old. Business

is business.

And I should know, running one or two myself.

Really? That's very interesting.

Because I've got a little enterprise I've been mulling over.

Oh, goodness me, I must go.

Must get back to the horses. But thanks, Vernon. It's been a pleasure.

despite the lack of lemon.

Oh, do you ride yourself at all, Vernon? Well, I'm a bit rusty.

I'm sure we can soon fix that. Shall we say tomorrow?

11 o 'clock, riding lesson?

Oh, but do get yourself a decent outfit.

Michael suggests Skinner's of Skinner Street.

But tell them I sent you, yes?

She's some lady, though, eh, David?

I suppose so.

Do you like him toffee -nosed?

Do you know, David, you're going to have to do something about that working

-class chip on your shoulder.

How is she?

She's badly concussed, I'm afraid.

Nothing to be too concerned about under normal circumstances, of course, but at

her age... I'll call round to the hospital in the morning and see how

getting on.

She just tripped on something coming downstairs, didn't she? It looks that

Only I've found this.

I am right in thinking that these are the sleeping pills we prescribed

yesterday. That's right. She says she can't sleep without them.

Well, she certainly would have slept well if she'd taken the dosage

on this bottle.

A little too well, perhaps.

This is double her normal dose.

Lord knows what state she was in when she tried to come down those stairs.

Can I help you? Yes, I hope you can.

My name is Rosie Compton. I was run off the road and nearly killed the other

night and the other car didn't even stop.

So I'd like something done about it, please.

Well, you'd better tell me exactly what happened.

Well, I was driving home from the pictures when suddenly this car came up

me really speedy and blasted me to move over, but I couldn't. The road was too

narrow. The next thing, it overtook me anyway and in the process ran me off the

road.

Right.

When you said the other night, which night would that be?

It's Tuesday. It's just gone.

At about what time?

Nine -ish. I'd been to the first house.

Did you manage to get a good look at this vehicle?

Oh, I did better than that.

I got its number.

Where exactly did all this happen, Miss Compton?

Factory Lane.

Anywhere near where the fire was that night?

I just passed it, yeah.

And what direction was this vehicle coming from?

Back from where the fire was, I suppose.

Must have been.

Didn't happen to get a good look at the driver, did you?

Afraid not.

Right. Well, Miss Compton, if I can have your current address.

Warmer Cottages.

Why didn't you report this to us on the night it happened?

Because I was so shaken up.

Like I said, I was nearly killed.

Have you seen Olive?

Yes. How is she?

She's feeling much better.

Oh, thank heaven for that anyway.

I think I should resign, Liz.

It's a bit early for that.

Besides, it was my responsibility.

I was the one who signed the prescription before it had even been

We always do that with repeat prescriptions, especially when you're

Well, then we've no business to, have we, Jenny?

No matter how busy we are.

Morning, all.

That car number you asked me to check out. Oh, yeah? You'll never guess whose

name it's registered in.

Morning, Miss Buxton.

Amanda, what a beautiful day.

It is indeed, Vernon, but you're not changed.

Ah, well, I wondered if we could delay the lesson for a while.

There's something I want to discuss with you. A small business proposition I'd

like to put to you.

A business proposition?

Would you mind?

Well, right.

Good morning, Mr Pike.

The green Mini Cooper parked outside.

Who does it belong to?

My secretary, Miss Stevenson.

Our information is that it's registered in your name.

That's because it's a company car, but she has exclusive use of it.

Nice work if you can get it, sir.

Well, it's not unusual for a valued member of any firm to be provided a

transport constable. It's common practice.

Of course, sir.

Do you mind if I have a word with Miss Stevenson?

Certainly you can.

Naomi, come in for a moment, please.

Would you have any objection to me sitting in on this?

Not at all, sir, no.

Naomi, the constable here has something to ask you.

Oh? According to Mr Pike, The night the warehouse was set on fire, you had

dinner at the golf club, is that right?

That's right.

After which you were dropped off at home at around about, what time was it

again? Around quarter to nine, I think.

And did you go out again in your own car after that?

No, why?

We have a witness who claims to have been run off the road by a car, speeding

away from the direction of the fire.

And the registration number given to us matches the plate in the car outside.

Your car.

But that's impossible.

No, just a minute, Constable. You aren't seriously suggesting that my secretary

here has something to do with the start of this damn fire, are you?

At this stage, I'm not suggesting anything, Mr Pike.

Merely following up a line of inquiry.

Anyway, thanks for that, Miss Stevenson.

And for your time, Mr Pike.

One further thing, Constable, that might help.

This witness of yours is female.

I couldn't tell you that, sir.

Well, you may be aware that my wife's been in jail for the past four years for

defrauding this company.

She got out this week.

Yes, sir.

Well, that woman stopped at nothing to harm me if she could.

Since I was more or less instrumental in putting her behind bars.

She's already been round here making threats.

I'll keep that in mind.

Thank you.

You can't seriously suspect me, surely?

Well, put it this way, my love.

They're pretty stupid if they do.

Bernard! I didn't know you were here.

I'm on my lunch break.

I brought my new neighbour, Miss Buxton, to show her the hearse.

Amanda Buxton, my brother Bernard.

Hello, Bernard.

How do you do?

What are you after, Bernard?

It's about your new upmarket funeral service, Bernard.

I haven't got a new upmarket funeral service. I told you, it's just a hobby.

Bernard, my sole interest in all this is to drag your funeral service ticking

and screaming into the 20th century. Whether I want to be dragged or not,

how's this old hearse going to help that?

By attracting a considerably better -off class of customer, that's how.

If you don't mind me saying, your entire approach to advertising this service is

completely misplaced.

Oh, you think so, do you? Oh, yes.

Advertisements in the glossy county magazines.

That's where we should be aiming.

At a cost of fortune.

And I've got a new slogan for you.

A funeral to die for.

What do you think, then?

You may be wasting your time. I've not nearly finished renovating it yet.

Ah.

Well...

we've organised a couple of highly recommended local craftsmen who are

here today to put the finishing touches to it. Coming here today?

I told you I wanted to surprise you.

You've certainly managed that.

And there's more, Amanda, tell him.

A pair of matching horses will be made available as and when required.

Exciting, isn't it, Bernard?

Good. Well, let's get on with it.

So Beryl Pike comes out of jail, still blaming her husband for having her put

away in the first place.

And within 24 hours, his warehouse was burnt to the ground.

Which certainly puts her in the frame.

Pike claims she's been making threats, but what would she have to gain from

burning the place down?

Old -fashioned revenge.

It was insured.

It's not as if Pike stood to lose, I think.

And it's his secretary, Naomi Stevenson.

A witness sees her car speeding from the fiend.

Could she have done it?

The statement seemed pretty convincing.

Did Ventress manage to get anything out of Sid Williams?

Apparently not.

Perhaps I'll have another word with him on the way home.

Meanwhile, let's find out if Beryl Pike really is in the area.

You'd better get on with checking out this Rosie Compton character too.

Sarge.

Thank you, David.

A good day's work, I'm sure you'll agree.

Do you know, there's nothing like giving a family member a helping hand. And

that Miss Buxton is such a generous lady.

Well, that's me done for the day. I'll be... I'll be off.

David!

Why don't you stop for dinner?

It'll be like old times.

In fact, we've got such an early start in the morning, you may as well stay

overnight.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Byrne, I can't.

I've got to get home. I've got Alfred to look after.

I'll see you in the morning, though.

Hello, Ollie.

I brought you something to read.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

Much better, thanks.

And I'd be better still if I was at home.

Now, you know what hospitals always tell you. They won't keep you in a minute

longer than they have to.

Well, I suppose that would be true.

And you've been so kind to me.

And the doctor, coming to visit me.

Can you remember what happened, Ollie?

I can remember not being able to sleep and getting up to make myself a cup of

tea.

Only, when I started to come downstairs,

I suddenly went all woozy.

And the next thing, I was in here.

Oh, dear.

Well, at least there's no real harm done anyway.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for a patient by the name of Williams.

Jenny?

Oh, hello, Dennis.

How are you?

All right.

You?

Look, can we talk?

Not now, Dennis, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm just not ready to at the moment.

Right, thanks for letting me know.

That was the hospital.

Oh?

Mrs. Winstanley's made a full recovery and they've sent her home.

Oh, that's great news.

Thank you.

And was it the pills?

Well, now, that's the really odd thing about it.

According to them, there was no indication that she'd overdosed in any

I see.

Rosie Compton, shoplifting, demanding with menaces, petty larceny.

Not the sort of woman you want to take home to meet mother.

Last released from prison three weeks ago.

Then it gets better, Sarge. Yes?

Guess who's been a cellmate for the past few years? In fact, not just a

cellmate, a soulmate, apparently.

Not Beryl Pike.

The very same, Sarge.

And here's the interesting part.

The address we've dug up for Beryl is the same one Rosie Compton gave me.

Really?

Did you get anything more out of Sid Williams?

Sid Williams?

The night watchman, Sarge. When you called to see him last night?

I didn't, actually.

In fact, in view of these latest developments, that may not be necessary.

No.

What's that wretched dog doing here?

Why, he's not hurting anybody.

Then he's upsetting the horses.

Well, he's got as much right to be here as they are. More, in fact. Even more to

the point, he's also annoying me, so kindly remove him.

Come on.

Come on.

Stay up.

You stay there.

Where's Mrs Pike in at the moment?

Mrs Pike?

Beryl Pike.

She does live with you now, doesn't she?

Oh, how can I help you?

We're investigating a fire at your husband's premises, Mrs Pike, and we

reason to believe it was started deliberately.

Ex -husband?

And what's that got to do with me?

Well, do you find it rather a coincidence that your friend here was

road near the scene of the fire by a car which just happened to belong to your

ex -husband's secretary?

Coincidences do happen, Sergeant.

Rarely, in my experience.

If Naomi Stevenson had been speeding away from the fire just after it had

started, we would naturally assume that she was somehow involved.

Perhaps she was.

Or she'd been put up to it by Peter.

Something else that you would like us to believe.

Now, why would I want to do that?

Oh, it's nice to see you, though.

Don't come in.

Are you feeling better?

Jumping. Now I'm back in my own home.

Oh, that is good.

Are these the new pills?

That's right.

But I won't be around to use them for a few weeks yet, mine.

Really?

Well, it's the system I have, you see, Doctor.

Do sit down.

Olive, how do you mean?

One bank holiday Monday, I ran out of tablets.

And I had the devil's own job.

to get a new prescription.

So ever since then, I've made sure that I'm one full prescription at least ahead

of where I should be.

So you never took any of the new tablet?

No, dear.

Have I done something wrong?

No. Oh,

you had me worried there for a moment.

Do sit down.

What do you think, Sarge?

Did they start a fire?

I think they just did their best to set Pike up with this cock -and -doll story

about seeing Naomi's car.

Let's see if we can get them for perjury.

As for the fire itself, I think Pike's probably our man.

So how do we prove it?

Well, what's the weak link in this story?

It has to be Naomi Stevenson.

She's got no form, certainly no heart and criminal.

I think she's just covering up for him because he's sweet on him.

So, we take a tree and see what falls out?

Bring her in.

Whenever you're ready, Vernon.

Right, David, up you get.

Me? Well, who else?

As I understand it, you are the official first driver round here.

Yeah, well, I had a very nasty experience last time I drove one of

Never mind that.

This is just a...

Familiarise yourself with the vehicle.

Come on, get your...

Right, here you're in. Nice and

low. Nice and low. There we are.

Come on, come on.

Well, thank heavens for Mrs. Winstanley and her secret system.

We have been really lucky.

I know we have.

And I do think, Jenny, you really need to sort things out.

If nothing else, come to a decision about Dennis one way or the other.

Because there's no doubt in my mind that none of this would have taken place if

things had been, well, normal, shall we say.

So, Miss Stevenson, despite what you told us earlier, you now claim that at

time of the fire, Peter Pike was with you at your place.

Have I got the story right?

It isn't a story.

It happens to be the truth.

I just didn't want everybody knowing about our relationship.

Right. And did he stay the entire night?

Yes. And during this time, did he go out at all?

No. And you would be happy to swear to that in court?

It won't come to court, though, will it?

Well, at least that's what Peter's told you, right?

He's innocent, that's why.

Well, let's just say, for argument's sake, that he isn't.

You do realise that if he's found guilty of starting the fire, you'll go down

too. Not just as an accomplice to arson, but for perjury too.

Not a very appetising prospect.

They're not very nice places, prisons.

And all to cover Peter Pike's back.

What do you mean?

Well, surely you realise you're just being used here.

You would have had it worked out from the start, would Peter?

Not just burning the place down, but having someone like you in line to give

an alibi.

Beryl Pike went to prison for him, Naomi.

Are you prepared to do the same?

I'll ask you one last time.

I'll give you one more chance before we let the law take its course.

Was Peter Pike with you the entire time?

On the night in question.

If I were to tell you he did pop out for an hour, would I still be facing

charges myself?

Well, if you did, Naomi, what could you possibly be charged with?

At least nobody got hurt and no harm came to the horses.

Yes, no thanks for that.

imbecile of a man of yours. Oh, I don't think we can blame David entirely for

what happened. I mean, after all, it was the dog's fault. Yes, it was his dog,

which I had expressly forbidden him to allow anywhere near my horses.

I'm sorry, Vernon, but either he goes or I go.

It's as simple as that.

She gone, man?

Yes, David, she's gone.

Miss Buxton and I had what you might call a difference of opinion.

And as for horse riding, that's another upper -class activity that they can

keep, thank you.

Right, Mr Vernon.

Get your bike.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of arson.

I'd like to say anything unless you wish to do so.

What you say may be put into writing and given in evidence.

Sorry to disturb you, but I found your, uh... hook on the...

I'm really sorry about the hurt, Mr Scripps.

Bernard, I'm more than willing to compensate you for any damage caused.

Look, is there anything that David and I can do while we're here to help?

Anything that needs doing, I can do myself, thanks.

Besides, it could take weeks to get this back in working condition.

Months, in fact.

Even years.

You mean Mr Vernon's going to have to give you... £5 ,000?

Or I can't go home?

That's how you got the money to go to the pictures.

Get out of my sight!

Go on, both of you! My men responded to an accident report, as was their duty.

Duty, was it? To bully a woman and two kids in their own home until she takes

overdose?