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

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

Really fast and sing to me love story.

Why do you miss when my baby kiss me?

What do you miss? What do you miss?

What do you miss?

What do you miss?

I'm sorry, Mr. Riles.

75 pounds.

It has to be 100. Take it or leave it.
Look, it's had a new engine. It's

virtually a new car.

Leave it, then.

I can't lock the price. I'm selling for
a friend.

Aye. And I know who that friend is.

Come on, Mr. Scripps.

75 quid cash and I'll take it off your
hands.

I'll take it as done, then.

Gee, dear, dear.

What's she doing with all the bean
sticks out of the garden?

I've come out on a set.

All right.

Shall I just rip them out, then, or
what?

Look, David, I'm tired.

I've been driving all day.

Can we talk about it in a minute,
please?

Yeah, all right, sorry.

Hello? Hi, Auntie Mary.

Yeah, and I've just this minute walked
through the door.

Hello, Georgia.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

How did Christopher take it?

She must have been pretty put up looking
after him all that time. Yeah, she was.

I've invited her to come and stay for a
bit if she likes.

Yeah? Oh, that'd be nice.

75 quid? Cash?

And you let him drive off without
paying?

Coming up with it tomorrow.

Yeah. And there are fairies at the
bottom of my garden.

Laszlo Rouse is a crook. No, he's not.

Oh, yes, he is, and you want your head
examined here.

Ah, Jane, have the funeral go, love.

OK.

Give me a cot, will you?

Nothing for Bernie, though, cos he's
driving to Ashfordly to collect a debt.

What?

Night.

Night, Maggie.

Night.

Night, Maggie.

Bit long in the tooth to be playing
doctors and nurses, isn't he?

Why?

Don't tell me he's not there, because
he's always there.

He's on a flit.

And he's not left a forwarding address.

On your collar.

Oh, Sarge.

Boots.

So, Sarge.

Good.

Right. You, reports and crime sheets.
You, Aidensfield, see Mr Stuart Parsons.

Complaint about his neighbour, Mr Clive
Harris.

Several complaints, actually.

Right, Sarge.

And you, Ashfordly Market.

Deal with the rubbish dispute.

Yes, Sarge.

Come to report a stolen motor.

Oh, and Ventress, while you're out, pick
up Mrs Craddock's dry cleaning, would

you? Excuse me, can I have some service?

And before you go, deal with Mr
Greengrass.

Yes, Sarge.

Not before time.

Well, well, well, Mr Riles. I was told
you'd done a flit.

We're happy to get that idea from. Never
mind.

What's this I hear about your car?

Eh? A second -hand Trans -Herald. Bought
but not paid for. What?

Buying a car's the last thing I'm going
to do. I've gone bust.

We've tried to reason with him. But you
can't. The man's an idiot. I kept a log

of all traffic. We didn't want to
involve the police, but I'm afraid this

he has gone too far. The lane used to be
so peaceful. Yes, and the bonfire's

sheer bloody -mindedness. He knows I get
asthma.

I've tried, Mr. Bradley. For two years,
I've done my level best.

Well, lighting bonfires at 11 o 'clock
at night isn't exactly what I call

trying, Mr. Harris.

The townies, they've no idea.

Well, yes, maybe, but... And especially
him. He was nice as pie when I sold the

house to him, but that didn't last long.

What, so there have been complaints from
the very beginning?

Tell him, Elsie.

The cockerel's crowing, the dung heap,
the cow's mooing, the lamb's bleating,

you name it, he's complained.

Well, I suppose... No, thank you very
much.

I suppose country life can take some
getting used to.

Then he shouldn't be living in it,
should he?

Clive.

Look, I think what he's chiefly
complaining about is the scrap metal

It's how I earn me living. Look, the
farm doesn't pay its way. Why do you

I had to sell him the house, the house
that I was born in?

I've got to look to other ways to make
ourselves an income.

But have you explained this to him?

He wouldn't listen.

When was the last time you tried?

They haven't spoken for 18 months.

I'm supposed to be a policeman, not a
lady's mate.

Well, you'd better get back on the beat,
then.

She's just gone through with the
shopping.

Where are the car keys?

What for?

Urgent business in Avonfield.

I've been in some difficult situations
in the Met, but to be honest...

I'm a bit out of my depth on this one.

Well, child, on the contrary, quarrels
between neighbours are the same all

Exactly.

I know we've got to get both sides
talking, but... From what I've heard,

won't.

You know what I need?

A mediator.

Someone who can sit in the middle and
force them to talk.

I'll have a think about that.

Well, that's very kind, Mr. Blakeney. I
appreciate it.

God bless.

Well, the receiver was there making a
list.

Riles was as large as life.

I thought you said he'd done a flit.

Well, obviously he hasn't.

What's happening now? Is the club
closing down or what?

Tonight's the last night.

Is it?

You'd better get your glad rags on then,
Bernie. I'll be taking you to where

somebody will be taking theirs off.

So, quarrels between neighbours can be
very upsetting for those concerned.

So if we can somehow break the deadlock
and reach an amicable solution, I'm sure

all of you will feel a lot happier.

Agreed.

Right then, three things. One, there
must be dialogue. Two, there must be

compromise. And three, now all of us
here, and I include myself in this...

We're all incomers to Aidensfield.

Whereas Mr. Harrick and his family have
lived here for generations.

That's half the problem.

The man's totally inbred.

So I think we should try and show them
some respect.

Some humility.

Mr. Parsons.

If they're coming into my house, I
should treat them as guests.

Never mind what you think.

You're never feeding them.

Oh, it's only a few cakes.

Elsie, these people are trying to turn
the village against us. Now, I'm not

going to stand by and let it happen.

I'm going upstairs to wash and change.

And if you've got any pride in yourself,
you do the same.

I'm ready to see Mr. Arles on business
and don't tell me he's not in because I

know better.

Nice to see you, Bernie.

Nice to see you, Bert.

Never seen him before in the life.

Oh, a big night.

Come on.

David?

You're not ready for that yet, couple?

Now, we can't have this sort of nonsense
going on. Not in a friendly village

like Aidensfield.

We're friendly once before that lot
moved down, telling Fort what they can

cannot do.

All right, Mr. Harris, you can have your
say in a minute.

Now, if we could all just sit down.

Good.

Right now, Mr.

Parsons, who's your spokesman?

Well, I am.

Right. Well, perhaps you'd like to
outline the problem from your point of

Certainly.

Might I have a glass of water?

Lexington's up there now.

Yep.

Bill of copper at heart.

Can't wait to get involved.

Still, if anybody can sort you out, talk
to her.

And he's no worse than bad neighbours.

Possibly land neighbours.

It's not my tea on the floor, I hope.

Hey! Oh, my goodness.

Hey.

What's that?

No,

I prefer him dark.

They're lovely.

Dark, blonde, ginger.

Purple with green spots.

I love them all.

I would have ever met any.

It could be a bit of a problem when you
live out in the sticks.

I imagine you, Faye.

Of course.

Maggie's a bit of all right.

What do you think?

Talk, talk, talk. Now, come on. Get
tucked into a bit of that.

What is it?

What is it?

It's my best mushroom omelette. What do
you think it is?

You could have told me.

The bailiff's got it.

What did I tell you?

What did you buy the thing for when you
knew you were going to go skint? Because

I thought I'd have enough money to pay
you, Mr Greengrass. Honest, I did.

Honest, you don't know the meaning of
the word. The fact is, you still owe me

quid. I've told you before, I haven't
got any money.

Haven't you?

Well, we'll have it in goods to the
value of, then. Oh, no, you don't.

That stuff belongs to the receivers. You
can't touch it.

Can't her?

Possession is nine -tenths of the law.

David, get possessing.

Yes,

Mr. Blaketon, take a good look.

This is what we have to put up with. All
right, Mr Parsons, the constant

traffic, the bonfires, the smell, the
banging, the hammering, the three

cockerels. All right, Lottie, it's a
terrible disgrace. And just when we

things can't get any worse, we get this.

Mr Parsons, if there's so many things
you don't like about living here, why

don't you just flutter off back to where
you come from and leave me and my

family in peace?

Peace? You wouldn't know the meaning of
the word. Peace is what we had before

you lot came along.

All right, you two, now just calm down.

Now there are three steps to heaven.

Just whistle and you will plainly see.

And as life travels on and things do go
wrong,

just follow step one, two, and three.

Step one.

I'm really sorry, Mrs. Hill.

One more time, Mr. Bellamy.

I'm really sorry.

One more time, and I shall have to ask
you to leave.

You see, I left my keys in the unit. I
don't want to hear it. I've heard enough

of your excuses.

This time, you've been warned.

What's up? What's the matter?

What's this doing here?

What's what doing what? The snake.

What happened, brother?

Belongs to Miss Abandon.

Miss Abandon?

She uses it in one of her acts.

Miss Abandon?

Yeah, yeah. Gay Abandon.

The stripper at the club.

Gay Abandon.

You are joking, aren't you?

It's what she calls herself.

You'll have to take it back to her.

We might get a few quid for that.

Why that?

I don't know.

Probably from somebody who's make
-built.

50 feet from my front door.

OK, I'll plant a creeper in front of it.
How's that?

Now, that's a positive suggestion. Oh,
no, no, no, no, that's not good enough.

want that shed taken down. Never.

In that case, we'll be forced to use
direct action.

You'll touch it, I'll knock your block
off. Look, I've warned you to.

You've brought on her asthma.

Mr Harris, call Dr Bolton, now!

Her pulse and blood pressure are
incredibly low.

I thought it was asthma. No, no, no, it
doesn't look like it.

She says she feels numb.

Hang on!

Stop!

You'd best get inside, quick.

It's his angina. He needs help.

Mr. Blaketon's phoning now.

I know it's the second time I've called,
but this is another patient.

Thank you.

We can't have another ambulance for at
least 40 minutes.

What?

What is it?

I don't know. It's not angina. It's got
the same symptoms as Francis.

Can you ring Mike and ask him to come
over here as quickly as possible?

Alfred, come away. You can't eat that.

I've come to think of it, it could be
the other way around.

Alfred!

Well, I'll phone the hospital.

Tell them you're on your way. 20
minutes.

Right.

Well, Nurse Bolton doesn't think it's
asthma or angina.

Well, what does she think then? She's
not sure, but whatever it is, they both

got it.

Turn him home, Mike.

The same symptoms?

Yeah, I think so.

What is going on? He's also still at the
farm.

Yeah. Right, can you call him urgently?

Right, maybe.

Well,

I think it's best to leave all this.

What? Well, Dr. Bolton's been on to the
chief medical officer. He wants nothing

touched.

I beg your pardon?

He needs to examine the room first thing
in the morning.

Examine the room?

Aye.

Apparently, it could be some sort of
food poison.

Flour, sugar, our own eggs, our own
milk. I mean, we use them all the time.

There's no wrong way any of it. There
can't be.

It's come to this, has it?

Public health in my own kitchen.

And you can stop poking and prying.
You'll find note.

You see, the symptoms aren't quite the
same as normal food poisoning.

You've got numbness, weak pulse,
convulsions, that sort of thing.

And added to that, Mrs Parton is
suffering from paralysis of the limbs.

So what do they think, then?

Well, they're not too sure what caused
it, but they're wondering if it couldn't

have been deliberate.

That's a bit far -fetched, isn't it?

I wouldn't say so, Alf. That's one hell
of a row brewing up at Moortops Farm.

So this protest meeting is the only
connection between the victims?

Yeah, that's right, Sarge.

OK.

Perhaps I'd better go and see Mr Harris.

You can come with me. Fill me in on the
way.

Out on the beat, Constable Ventress.

Let's get some fresh air into those
smoke -filled lungs, shall we?

Come on now, Constable Ventress.

Get outside and get some lovely fresh
air.

There's a good boy.

Is your husband around?

No, I'm sorry. He's gone out. Any idea
of when he might be back?

I don't know.

About half an hour. Good. Do you mind if
we come in?

What's it about?

It's just routine inquiries, Mrs Harris.
Nothing to worry about.

Is it about last night?

Among other things.

We've already had the public health
here.

Look, two people are seriously ill and
whatever happened, happened here. So if

you don't mind, we'd just like to take a
couple of details and... No, I'm sorry.

No one's coming in until Clive gets
back.

That's all right. We'll wait outside.

Mrs Harris.

Seems like she's more scared of her
husband than she is of us, Sarge.

No, I'm going to have a look around
while we're waiting.

Let's start over here.

No luck.

No.

Take it back in and tell him we'll drop
the price.

He says he doesn't want it, not at any
price.

All right, get him. We'll try Whitby.

Put it in the car. We'll get it
analysed.

That'll be him.

I don't know.

He's got a motive, I suppose.

If that stops what we think it is, he's
got the means.

But why Mrs Parsons and Mr Nixon when
the man he hates is Stuart Parsons?

Maybe you made a mistake, Sergeant.

Mr. Harris, Sergeant Craddock, Ashfordly
Police.

I don't see why it's got out to do with
police.

May not have, Mr. Harris.

Ah, we'll go and do something useful,
bother a few motorists.

Sergeant Craddock just needs to be put
in the picture, that's all. It's him

door you want to see, not us. It's
spoken his ruddy protest through the

not me and Elsie.

OK, Mr Harris. Coming up here, imagining
Mr Blakeson's going to change my mind.

He's on their side, isn't he, like
everyone else, now that he's poisoned

mind against us?

Poisoning seems to be in the air,
doesn't it, Mr Harris?

Sorry?

Oh, no.

If they were poisoned, it would not to
do with me. I'll not have that pinned on

me, no!

And I thank you to leave my house.
Clive!

Oh.

Thank you for your help. Go on, clear
off.

I wouldn't do that, though.

Come on, clear it up. Take it in with
you.

And then...

That's... Bellamy?

What do you think this is?

Poison, by the look of it. Exactly.

Found in Clive Harris's barn.

Oh, it's probably for vermin, Sarge.

I mean, most farmers, they keep poison.

It doesn't mean to say they go round
putting it in a cake, so does it.

Eggs. I beg your pardon.

Take these things outside and put them
in the dustbin.

Yes.

When you've done that, take this
straight over to the forensics lab and

them we need it identified quickly.

I'll get the iodine.

Right.

Where's my mole poison?

I don't know.

Yes, you do. Where is it?

The police took it.

I couldn't stop them, Clive. Same again,
isn't it?

No.

You all right, Clive?

It's not like you to shirk yourself away
in the snug.

Aye, well.

I've no option, have I?

Since I've become public enemy number
one.

The end there, Hardy.

Snooping around, following me about.

What?

Oh, leave me alone.

Hey, don't look now.

Harris.

How's he looking?

He's not a happy camper.

Another G &T, please, Gina.

And a beef sandwich?

How's Francis?

No better.

Are they any closer to finding out what
caused him?

Still don't know.

Half a bit of Gina.

All right, Bernie. Two bitters for us as
well. What's all this in aid of, then?

Raffle Claude's organising.

Animal rescue?

What's it an aid of?

For Greengrass Preservation, Mr. Farley.

An aid of finding a home for a mystery
animal.

Well, knowing Greengrass, the only
mystery is there won't be a prize.

Well, there's a prize, all right.

Oh, right, then. Well, go on, have some.

Mind you, mate, he's often giving his
money to dumb animals.

Mind you, they've normally got a jockey
on them.

Got it.

Yeah, all right.

I'll have to do Bob's with.

So, what is this mystery prize thing,
Claude?

Well, if you buy a ticket and win,
Michael, you'll find out, won't you?

Give us a lot of scotch.

Mr. Barton, sir, is there any sojourner
raffle tickets?

No, thank you.

All right, Mr. Harris, can we interest
you?

I'm surprised you dare show your face,
Harris, considering the problems you've

caused. Well, that's rich, after you've
gone putting wicked ideas into folks'

minds trying to incriminate me.

Does anyone have any idea what he's
talking about? I'm mole poison, that's

in the barn. Only now it's gone and that
lot have got it.

I've never been near your wretched barn
or your so -called mole poison.

My wife is lying in hospital, in case it
escapes your notice, and I've been at

her bedside all day.

I wouldn't put it past you to have done
the whole thing yourself, so you can pin

it on me.

What did you say?

You'd do anything to get rid of me, even
poison your own wife.

We have to take you in. It's the worst
thing I ever did to a young lad. I'll

break my life. I'll murder him. If
you've done anything to Francis, I'll

you to every court in the country. Get
over there.

That's enough, Mr. Harris.

Now, get in the car, drive, and don't
come back. Get in the car.

Get in the car.

So, come on, then.

What was all that about Poi Hu?

Nuh -uh.

And you think Clive did it?

My lips are zipped.

Mine aren't.

Another pint, please, Gina.

OK, but I'm going to call you a taxi.

What?

Well, you're in no fit state to drive.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Claude, are you going to do this draw?
It'll have to be now because I'm closed.

I've only sold a few tickets, love.

Look, you either do it now or you don't
do it at all.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your
attention, please? We're going to do the

draw for the raffle now, and Gino will
do the honours.

Only one prize, just one.

Right, come on, what's up?

He's got one, come on.

Right, and the winner is number 137.

Ticket 137. Come on, somebody's won it.
Who's won it? Come on, 137.

Hey, come on, wake up now.

137.

It's me.

Oh, will they?

That'd be a flaming copper that won it,
wouldn't it?

Hang on, Phil, don't forget your prize.

Here we go.

What on earth?

Let's get the boot open, come on.

Hey, hey, hold on, Claude.

Let's have a look here first, shall we?
No, you can't. You mean can't?

Well, it's asleep and it's not good for
it to be roused.

Come on, Claude. We weren't born
yesterday.

It's house -trained and it didn't half
affectionate.

I might be a bit drunk and I might be a
bit soft.

It'll grow on you, Phil.

But not that drunk and not that soft.

Animal rescue.

Big toe.

Nice track, Lord.

Bernie. Bernie. Bernie!

It's heavy, Bernie!

Yeah.

Think for yourself there.

You're out of my house, first thing
tomorrow morning.

So, did you manage to call the hospital?

No, I spoke to Neil earlier.

How are things these days, I mean,
between you and Neil? Everything OK?

Yeah, I'm just a good friend.

Just taking things day by day, seeing
how it goes.

With a view to what?

Don't know.

I mean, moving in together?

No, no, no, no. I wouldn't have thought
so.

Just for living?

Martina!

I had to put it on Coromant to help
regulate her breathing.

What about Frances and John?

Same.

Hey, come on.

I've got to find out what's doing this
to Mike.

We will.

I'm on my way to the labs now.

We'll find out what did it.

Well, it couldn't have been anything at
the farm. At least that's one thing,

Theodore. Sorry?

Well, she was nowhere near.

She was at the pub.

What are you talking about?

Gina.

Don't tell me you didn't hear.

No.

Well, she collapsed last night at the
pub after closing time.

Gina?

Right, Bellamy, get the coat back on.
I'm going to fetch Mr. Harris in.

We heard about that jar of poison yet?

Mike's checking now, Sarge. Good. Come
along. Don't stand there gawping like a

goldfish.

I didn't know she knew as well, Sarge.
Well, she is.

And it's the same thing as the others.
And Clive Harris is our common factor.

Now, this snake got into the truck.
Don't you think it's about time you took

turn? No, Claude.

Don't come, oh, no. I mean, I've done my
bit, haven't I? I've been to see all

the pet shops.

It were me that organised the raffle.

Oh, yeah, and that were a great success,
weren't it? Made 11 and 9 pence. And

what does Laszlo Riles owe it? 75 quid.
Yeah, and whose fault's that?

Keep your voice down.

What about keep your voice down?

Look, the fact is, we've got to get rid
of the snake.

Not we, Claude.

You. You wanted to keep the thing. You
get rid of it.

Look.

I'm frightened of it. I've got news for
you. I'm terrified of it.

What are they up to? In general, any
better?

I don't really know.

I've heard they're looking for
streptococci.

I've never been keen on that foreign
food.

Right, Mr Harris.

Let's not beat about the bush.

You and your neighbours have been at
each other's throats for the past year.

Aye. But it were none of my doing.

And last night you were down at the
Aidensfield Arms and you picked a fight

Mr Parsons.

He reckoned that I had something to do
with his poisoning business.

And did you?

No.

Nevertheless, it is a theory.

I mean, you could have done it.

You had the opportunity and you had the
poison.

I'm all poison.

You could have put it into those cakes.

Oh, yeah.

And I suppose you reckon I did it in
Virginia as well.

The fact is, Mr. Harris, three people
have been poisoned and you were always

there when it happened.

Odd, isn't it?

Dad?

They found what was in the jar?

String beans, Sarge. Is that what's
caused it?

The symptoms are quite different.

So the poison found at the farm had
nothing to do with the victims.

Right, Bellamy, tell Mr Harris he's free
to go, will you?

For the time being.

You're free to go.

For the time being.

This is it, driver.

Right by the door, please.

How much is that, please?

If it isn't the

Strychnine, then we're back to square
one, then, aren't we? Well, couldn't it

have been something in the air?

Like a chemical leak?

Wake up, Alf. There was something in the
air we'd all be able to win with.

How did Harris seem?

Jumpy.

Angry. I mean, it still could be him, I
suppose.

Even if we haven't found the right
poison.

I'm sorry. I still think it's something
that they ate.

Of course it is. It's poisoning, isn't
it?

Yeah, but look.

It can't be the cake, because Gina
didn't have one.

The only thing all three of them had
were the sandwiches.

Francis and John Tuesday night. Do you
know last night?

She made a sandwich for Stuart Parson
and then herself when he was chucked

The sandwiches checked?

Yeah, and that's the other snack.

They all let them.

Both nights, including us.

So it's got to be something added to the
sandwiches.

Which brings us back to something
deliberate.

Could it have been something that they
drank?

No, they all drank something different.

It's got to be something at the pub.

That's the only thing all three victims
had in common.

I'm gonna go and have another look.

For this, then?

Well, Gina said I should carry on with
it, even though he has gone and died. I

mean, passed away.

And who are you?

I'm David.

I see.

I'm just getting it all nice for when
she gets back.

Gets back from where?

The hospital.

The hospital?

Hey, now, it wasn't my fault.

Hello?

Can I help?

I'm Gina's auntie Mary, from Sydney.

What's going on?

Have you got a minute?

Yes.

Oh, um, Maggie asked me to give you
this.

Really?

Anything else? Yeah, I need your help.
I've just been up the hospital and

really bad.

She's in good hands. There's nothing I
can do.

There is.

You could help me find the cause.

I'm sure the cause is being fully
investigated.

It is, it is, but look, it's all too
slow.

They're not getting anywhere. Look,
Neil, Gina urgently needs the right

treatment. So do the others. We've got
to find out what's doing this so the

hospital can find the right antidote.

Look, I know I'm not a doctor or a
scientist,

but what I do know... Does the answer
have to be in that public? Look, it has

be. Now, will you just come down there
with me and take a look?

Please.

Before it's too late and somebody else
falls ill. Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, Gina.

Could you wait outside, please?

Thank you.

What's wrong with her?

That's what we're all trying to find
out.

So, the bread's been cleared and the
beef and the dripping.

Uh, yeah.

And beef sandwiches are all anyone ate?

Uh, yep, that's right.

And all the sandwiches had horseradish
on them?

Well, apparently that's been checked and
cleared along with everything else.

What, a sample from this jar?

Uh, yeah, yeah, it was found in the
dustbin. Uh, wait a minute.

There was some put in a little dish.
Now, where would you put that?

The fridge?

That's been tested, too.

No.

Well, they must have assumed it came
from the same jar.

It's nothing like it. Well, exactly.

It's much coarser.

What do you reckon, Homemade?

I think you're right.

So where did she get the root from?

Right, now then, David, there's
absolutely nothing to worry about. All

to know is if George grew horseradish in
the garden.

Oh, yeah.

Can you show us where it is?

Well, it were all over the place. It got
in the flowerbeds and, hey, Mr Ward, he

used to call it flipping nuisance.

Right, I see. Now...

David, think very hard.

Has Gina dug any up in about the last,
what, week or so?

No, no, that's my job, that is, you
know, digging up and that.

OK, so did you dig up any for her?

Aye.

When was it?

When she got back from the funeral.

Can you show us what you gave her?

Well, it's a bit like that.

Right.

Any others?

Thank you, David.

Thank you, David.

Aconite poisoning.

Yes, I'm sure of it.

Mistaken for horseradish and eaten in
sandwiches.

Yes, I know.

OK, bye.

Aconite? Yes.

Look, here's your answer.

This is horseradish, and that is
monksfoot, a garden flower,

both growing in George's garden.

They look identical to me.

Almost. Certainly when the leaves die
down and you've only got the root, it's

hard to tell them apart.

So David muddled them up, and Gina made
her sorts out of that?

Yeah. One of Britain's most poisonous
plants.

And the people who ate the...

sandwiches with the board stuff in them,
they're all right. And the people who

ate this, it could have been so much
worse.

Right.

Well, then.

I think I owe Clive Harris a visit and
an apology.

Oh.

Thank you very much, Phil.

Phil, anytime.

Look after Gina.

That's what he said.

Go up to Yorkshire and help her with
that pub.

She can't do it on her own. With his
dying wish.

And you can't ignore a man's dying wish,
can you?

Especially when it's your own brother.

So here I am.

And you're not to worry about a thing.

Miss Abandon? Yeah?

Yeah, I'm a friend of Bernie's scripts.
He's asked me to bring this back to you.

It's not what I think it is, is it?

Yeah, it's got your snake in it. He said
you'd be lost without it. I'm sorry, I

don't want it. I hate it.

You what?

I've been trying to get rid of it for
years.

I thought you used it in your act.

I've got a new act now and it doesn't
need a snake, so take it off my doorstep

and get rid of it.

It'd make a smashing pair of boots.

It's only me!

I'm chipping my memory.