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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.