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

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

Morning's been late.

Someone's definitely off.

Somebody keeps making him homemade fruitcake.

That's it.

He's got himself a new woman.

Oh, yeah?

Who else?

Craddock. Cheers.

He keeps leaving early.

There's definitely something in the air, then.

What are you looking at me for?

Love is all around me.

It's everywhere I go.

I feel it in my fingers.

I feel it in...

It's a police station, Bradley.

I would be grateful if you kept your musical outburst for outside working

There you go.

Wish I had a local like this near me.

Well, there must be plenty of pubs down in Cardiff.

None in the vicinity of the delightful Cherry Trees Nursing Home.

Oh, is that where you live?

I know.

Cruel, isn't it?

I'm far too young to be stuck away with...

25 incontinent old biddies.

He's quite himself, isn't he, Mr Greengrass?

No, no, he's not. You'd better take him home, because I've got to go and back

this horse of Harold's.

Have you taken him to the vet?

No, not yet.

He's probably just pining over that posh poodle he was chasing.

They don't get lovesick, do they?

Of course they do.

What's his name, eh?

Oh, it's, um... It's Alfred.

He's a bit under the weather.

He must give him vitamins, supplements, B and C, and best beef every day. That

should do the trick.

You seem to know a lot about him. Are you a vet or something?

I used to race greyhounds when I was a young thing, so I know a thing or two.

Greyhounds? I bet you like the old flutter and all.

I do indeed, Mr...? Greengrass, Claude Jeremiah.

Claude, what a lovely name.

Is it?

I suppose it is, unless your second name's Bottom.

This is David.

Delighted to meet you both.

I'm Enid.

And if you've got any tips, I could do with one. You're in luck, because I've

just been given a very good thing by a bloke who rarely lets me down.

Let me get the drinks in, and we'll talk business, shall we?

I'll drink a large scotch to that.

I think we might make a few, Bobby, without even having to bet.

It's a tiny wallet.

Was there much in there?

About £100.

My daughter and I have just moved here, you see.

Dave and Sandra have kindly let us stay.

We're about to open an account and pay it all in.

Anything else?

My engagement ring.

The only bit of jewellery I had of any real value.

But there was nothing else taken from the house?

No. We've already checked everywhere else.

I see.

Any idea how they might have got in?

Well, Dave and I had just popped to the village for some groceries, so we didn't

bother locking up.

Who discovered the break -in?

I did.

Right, I've got all the details.

If there's anything else, I'll be in touch.

Right, I'll show you out then.

You OK?

Thank you, ain't it, love?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, my dear, tell me a little more about this surefire win of yours.

Well, I got it from a bloke who's the brother of a chap who's mucking about

the missus of a Ned lad. A fixed race, I presume.

Well, do they do that sort of thing?

And what's in it for you?

Apart from helping out a poor old woman down on her uppers, of course.

I wouldn't mind being a couple of quid behind you.

No, no, what I'm normally doing is... I'll put your money on for you, and then

you give me 10 % of your winnings. I can't be fairer than that.

10%, Claude?

I'll give you five. Five? Well, I've got to drop the bloke who gave me the tip.

Take it or leave it, Claude. I mean, 5 % might not come to much. You don't know

how much I've got to put on yet, do you?

I've been saving up for a birthday present for my son.

Never mind.

He can wait.

50 pounds enough?

50 quid.

You are on.

It's a pleasure doing business with you, Claude. Let's hope you say that when

the race is over. You won't let me down, I'm sure.

You've got a kind face, Claude. Have I?

That's a first.

You left it in the kitchen. Thanks, Mum.

Mum, are you okay?

Yeah, of course, love.

I'd better go.

I'll pick you up at three.

What are you doing here?

That's all the welcome I get.

What do you mean?

For you to change your mind.

I will fight for custody, you know that.

It didn't have to be like this, Charlie. Then come back.

No. I can change.

And then you're drinking.

I'm not.

I want my daughter.

She's staying here with me.

I'll fight you every inch of the way.

You don't stand a chance.

Run away, laugh and play, talk away, hours with me.

Toy balloons, pretty tunes, sun and moonshine through my window.

Magic sound, turn around, spinning down onto me.

But I got it from Harold Davis, and you know he's never given me a wrong in his

life. How much money did I lose last time?

Well, that one didn't come from Harold, and in any case, I didn't know they were

going to back their other one, did I?

I rest my case.

Goodbye, Claude.

You'll be sorry when it wins.

I'll try and live with it.

It's a dead cert.

Understand it, Constable. The body was here.

Are you sure this woman was assaulted?

I heard her screaming for help.

Did you see anyone else?

No, but a moment after the screaming had stopped, I saw a car driving off. I

know it happened probably very quickly, but did you manage to get a registration

number? I'm afraid not.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not being as helpful as I'd like.

Oh. It must have been a bit of a shock.

Don't worry. Would you like to come down to the station to make a statement?

I thought you'd never ask, Constable.

And don't make a habit of it. I do lunch and not take away.

I won't, I promise.

Apple pie?

Yeah, well, you were lucky. I had some left over, didn't I?

Oh, and I want the lunchbox back.

It's Oscar's.

You and Phil seem to be getting on rather well lately.

What?

Don't you start.

I've already had Oscar give me the third degree.

He could do well.

Or we're just friends, right?

Right.

And you're still right.

Oh, yes, whenever I can.

Well, I'd love to read one of these crime stories of yours.

Pensible. You're too kind.

If you'd like to step this way, please, ma 'am.

What are you doing here?

Now, don't get upset.

I thought I told you. Sarge, this is the lady who reported the assault up on

Copse Hill.

If I know where, Bradley, I don't think we should make sure there wasn't some

kind of hoax, that's all.

Sarge?

Excuse me.

The thing is, Bradley, this woman is not a reliable witness.

I heard that, Raymond.

I've got better things to do than to follow up my mother's ridiculous idea

an ex -bestseller.

Your mother?

You heard Ventress.

You didn't tell us that you got your mother staying with you.

No. I've been longing to meet you all.

Your officers have been most helpful, Raymond.

And now I'd like to give you my statement, Constable Bradley, if you

Certainly.

Would you like to step this way?

And where the heck have you been, Bellamy?

Ah, now we have a full compliment.

You must be Constable Bellamy.

Very pleased to meet you.

Likewise. A few don't like to come this way.

What's going on?

There you go, Maggie.

Thanks.

Hiya. What can I get you? A whiskey, please.

Make it a double.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

A half a crown, please.

Tina, call an ambulance.

Yes.

Okay. Home, now.

Stay there.

There's no need to be quite so disagreeable, Raymond. Just because it

found the body and not you.

So that's his mystery woman, eh?

Not quite what we expected, is she?

Right, thanks.

Sarge, that was Maggie on the phone.

She's just taken a woman to hospital with head wounds. She matches the

description of the woman your mother gave us.

Well, we'd better get down there and check it out then, wouldn't we?

Maggie, can I have a quick word?

Yes, I'll just be a minute.

That break -in I was called out to this morning... The same woman.

You're sure?

Positive. Her name's Rachel Osborne. She's staying in the house with some old

friends.

It's odd.

Only her room was broken into, and now this.

Maggie, have you any idea what happened?

Afraid not, no. She collapsed in the pub.

They're doing an X -ray to check for internal damage.

Oh, well.

At least we know who she is.

Bradley, you'd better get back up to the house. Tell them what happened. Right,

Sarge.

That'll teach Raymond, won't it?

He thought I was making the whole thing up, you know.

How long are you staying in Aidensfield?

Only a few days.

I insisted on coming up since poor Raymond's all on his own.

I'm here for his birthday.

Sgt Craddock's? He doesn't want a bus.

He's the first one since dear Penny walked out on him.

I think he's feeling a little sorry for himself.

So I thought I'd cheer him up and have a surprise party.

You will come, won't you?

Of course.

Oh, Clint.

And be sure to tell the others, mind.

You have news on the breaking?

I'm afraid not, no. I'm actually here about Mrs Osborne.

Why? She collapsed.

She's been taken to Ashfordly General with head injuries.

What happened?

We're not absolutely sure at the moment, but we think she had some sort of

accident up at Copse Hill.

An accident?

We'll know more when the doctors have completed their tests.

Is there any family you think we should contact?

Um, yeah, there's Charlie. That's Rachel's husband.

He's in Germany. He's in the army out there. They're separated, you see.

Rachel's filing for divorce.

But, um, all the same, I suppose he should know.

Sandra? Dave?

That's Lucy. That's Rachel's daughter.

Is Mummy out?

Rachel, uh, she'll be all right, won't she?

Well, it's difficult to know.

I see.

You were close.

Yes.

Well, more with Rachel's husband, Charlie. We were in the army together.

We were best mates.

Once.

That was delicious.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Is there no end to your talent?

Flattery will get you nowhere, Phil.

So go and do some work.

She's a lovely girl, your Gina.

Well, she is, but she's not, I mean... Lovely days.

I remember when my late Alfie, God bless his soul, was courting me.

At first, I wasn't too sure.

He whisked me off on a romantic weekend to the most beautiful hotel.

Must have cost a fortune.

Open log fires,

cordon bleu suppers, all the trimmings. And that did it?

Oh, absolutely.

It's worth a try, isn't it?

For Gina, no question.

The thing is, Enid, I'm broke.

Ah.

I might be able to help you there.

How?

That's a lot of money you're putting on, Mr. Greengrass.

How many times have I told you, David, you've got to speculate to accumulate?

It's even better when you're speculating with somebody else's accumulation.

Claude, dear.

Oh, thank goodness I caught you.

Look what I've got for you.

A further £7, invested by a third party who wishes to remain anonymous.

Quite a bad board, I can assure you. Hey, so long as I get my 5%, the more

merrier, whoever it is.

When are you going to tell me its name, Claude? As soon as I get the money on,

love. It's in the 5 .45 and it's on the telly, so I'll see you in the

Aidensfield Arms just before the race.

Right. I'll be there. And good luck, Claude. Look, it's got nothing to do

him. Just make sure you're not late.

Come on, Dave.

Well, that's settled, then.

Bridge Hotel, next weekend.

Oh. Well, and you better tell her.

It's a surprise.

She might be working next weekend.

No, she told me she's free.

Don't you think you're taking this a bit... What?

Fast. Of course not. It's time I whipped her off her feet.

Oh, well, well, if you're sure.

I am.

Women love surprises.

Yeah? Absolutely.

I always work with Mrs Ventus.

Any luck contacting Rachel Osborne's husband?

Yes, Sarge, finally.

Charlie Osborne was discharged from the army three weeks ago.

Really? And he's no longer living in Germany.

So where is he? They're not sure. No forwarding address. All they know is

moved back to England.

Without telling his wife?

Peter.

Curious, wouldn't you say, in the circumstances? I mean, why keep it from

Bradley, why don't you go and have a word with those friends of his again,

Wilsons? There must be something else about him they can tell us.

Right, sir.

Come on, baby love, come on!

Don't shout too loud, you'll put him off.

Where is it, where is it?

Shouldn't it be a bit nearer, Claude? Don't worry, love, there's plenty of

There he is. I'm sorry.

On the outside. Where is it? That's it, that's it. Come on, on the outside.

He's coming, he's coming.

There he is. Go on, my boy.

Yes!

Well done, John, well done.

Thanks very much. We're going to have half a pint of... Cheer up, Bernie.

He's a silly boy.

Have you got any idea why Charlie wouldn't tell his wife he's back in

Charlie wasn't an easy man.

Perhaps he wanted to make things difficult for her.

What do you mean, not easy?

He drank a lot. Sometimes he'd take it out on Rachel. Did he get violent?

I'd lose his temper sometimes, but I don't really know how bad things got.

Rachel wouldn't talk about it.

Well, have you any idea where he might be? Any friends or relatives he could be

staying with? There's a fifth there in Whitby.

Only relative I can think of. You wouldn't have to have the address, would

It's been years since we were last there.

It's on the seafront somewhere.

That's right.

Uh,

Dove Cottage.

Doctor, what's the matter?

What is it?

It's Mum.

There's something wrong.

Ask her, Doctor Walker.

Chocolate biscuit, Alfred.

What are your favourite?

You alright?

I should leave the lady. Charlie has one.

Right, then.

I take it you are, in fact, Charlie Osborne?

I can't understand it. I was wearing it yesterday.

Are you sure you put that betty slip in the shirt pocket?

Yes, David, I am sure I put that betty slip in that shirt pocket.

Do you know something I don't know?

No. Well, I mean, when I say no, I mean, yes.

Well, there's nothing to get upset about.

Well, me be the judge of that. Come on, spit it out.

Well, I offered Alfred a chocolate biscuit, but he didn't want it.

Yes.

So I took him down to the vet, you know, to get the vitamin things that Enid was

talking about.

Yes. Well, they've kept him in. They want to check him.

Yes.

What's that got to do with my missing shirt?

You were all shivery.

So I've wrapped him up and taken him to the vets in it. You did what?

Well, I thought he tried to be helpful and use my initiative.

Use it? You can't even pronounce it. Well, you're always telling me to try

think for meself. Well, I've changed my mind. It's not safe.

Come on, let's get down to the vets.

Now!

So, Mr Osborne, can you explain why your wife's wallet was in your possession?

Well, what is it?

We're just going to uncover why you would steal from her.

Because I'm broke.

Didn't you tell anyone you were back?

I didn't think it'd go down too well, did I?

I understand your wife was filing for divorce and you were upset.

She walked out taking my daughter.

Wouldn't you be?

Did you break in as a way of getting back at her?

You deaf?

For the last time, I broke in because of a skint.

You got that? And why exactly did you leave the army, Mr Osborne?

What's that got to do with anything?

I understand you were discharged.

I'd had enough.

Now, is that it? Can I go?

After we've taken down his statement, yes.

Do you wish to see your wife?

Why, desperate to see me, is she?

I'm asking, Mr Osborne, because she's had an accident. She's in hospital.

What happened to her? Oh, we didn't get a chance to find out.

She's in a coma.

Here you are.

Just keep giving him the vitamins. Should be right as rain.

Excuse me asking, but what happened to the shirt you were wrapped up in?

Alfred was sick all over it, so it's been disposed of.

Disposed of? How?

Will you please refrain from shouting, Mr Greengrass?

I'm not shouting. I'm just speaking firmly. But where is it?

In a bin, waiting to be incinerated tomorrow morning.

Incinerated? It's standard safety procedure.

Now, will you excuse me? It's half -day clothing.

Goodbye, Mr. Greengrass.

Your father left Germany a few weeks ago.

We brought him in for questioning.

Thank you.

And he admitted to the break -in.

He turned up yesterday at school.

Did you talk to him?

No.

Mum was there.

He started arguing with her.

What happened?

It was awful.

Mum tried to walk away, but he just wouldn't let her.

He just kept on and on at her. He was angry?

Oh, Lucy, my love.

Shush.

There's no toast for it. You'll have to break it.

Me?

What, break into the vats on me own?

Well, you don't expect me to do it on my knees, dear.

Unless you've got a better idea.

Raymond was rather a dull, sluggish child, sadly, with few friends.

You know, he always wanted to be a special detective, just like his father.

He'd spend hours alone in his bedroom trying to solve my crime stories.

He never did, bless him.

Poor Raymond. He was hopeless at solving anything.

I should leave for the station.

PC Alpha, interest.

You got my winnings? I'm connecting later.

You fix up that hotel for young Gina?

Yeah, sounds great.

She's got a swimming pool and a golf course.

Oh, that'll impress her.

Have you told her yet? No, no, no, no. I just want to whisk her away, you know,

for a surprise.

How romantic.

Ma 'am, what now?

I just called in to see how you're getting on, dear.

Have you found out who attacked that young woman? What on earth are you

dear? Seeing you out so I can get on with my work. That's what I'm doing.

Out.

Thanks very much. Ta.

Besides, that was Charlie Osborne's commanding officer.

Good. He's been a bit of a troublemaker in his time.

There are four instances of drunken disorderly, two suspensions for unruly

conduct. He sounds like he was a bit of a bully.

Thank you, Ventress.

Radio through to Bradley, will you, and tell him I'll meet him at the hospital.

He can buy his own.

What's the matter with you?

Thought you'd be celebrating.

That's your boy, Wanderay.

What's up this time?

You don't need to know.

But good old David's sorting it out, aren't you, good old David? Claude,

hoped I'd find you here. I've come for my winnings. Yes, lovely to see you.

I'm afraid there's been a little sort of small hiccup.

What sort of hiccup?

It's nothing to worry about, I can assure you.

You have to remember, Claude.

There's a third party involved.

And I don't think the gentleman in question is going to be too happy about

this. No, but it's nothing really. It's silly.

Derek, you know, runs the betting office.

He's had to shut a bit early because he's got a jippy tummy.

It happened during the war. We were out in Bombay, you know, and his insides

have never been the same since.

Ever the Bernie.

Yeah, poor old Derek.

Don't worry about it. He said if we go first thing in the morning, we can

collect.

Can I get you... And have a whiskey.

As

far as the

doctor's concerned, Rachel Osborne's injuries were deliberately inflicted. So

your mother was right. She was assaulted.

So it would seem.

How's Rachel?

Still in a coma.

When I was at the Wilsons, Lucy told me she saw Charlie arguing with her mother

yesterday. I think it's high time we got Charlie Oz one in again for

questioning, don't you?

Sandra?

Lucy doesn't want to see you.

Of course she does. She needs me right now.

No.

She knows it was you who broke in.

Do you think I wanted to?

Rachel took every last penny.

What you should have told us, you were back. None of that matters now.

Is Lucy here?

Yeah, she's sleeping.

Sandra, please, let me in, just for a moment. I want to tell Lucy, I promise.

Friends All ask me about you

You're gone And they want

to know why

Even trying to tell them.

Calm down. You've got to wake Lucy.

Tell me.

He's gone for a drink.

Charlie!

Well? I've told you, Alfie.

It's all a bit of a misunderstanding. I caught them red -handed, Alfie.

I saw them with my own eyes trying to break in.

I want to prosecute.

Just take them away.

I hope she enjoyed that.

Well?

It looks as though I'd better take you both in, Claude. You'd better give us

separate cells.

Otherwise, I'll be up for manslaughter.

It's finished.

Hold it, Charlie.

I'm denying it. It's not like you.

Get out of here, all right? You two, you'd either calm down or get out of

Tell me!

Right. That's it. Get out or I'll call the police.

I'll come now.

Sandra?

Yeah?

Is it Mum?

How long's it been going on, eh? Not long. Liar.

Rachel was lonely, that's all. You weren't there. You're a liar.

I read the letters.

You love letters.

It's been going on years, hasn't it?

Yeah.

We love each other.

We always have.

You're the reason she left. No.

She would have stayed.

It was you who messed up, not Rachel.

Hey, leave it, lad!

Come here!

Hey! Hey! Come on!

That's it, though!

That's it, though!

You all right?

your wife was having an affair with Mr. Wilson. Is this true?

Is that what you were fighting about?

Mr. Osborne, please answer our question.

It's none of your business.

It becomes our business when you're fighting in public.

Then ask him, not me.

You were the one who provoked the fight.

Bet in charges, then, is he?

You've got a reputation for being a bit of a bully, Mr. Osborne.

Your dismissal from the army followed a fight in which a man was left seriously

injured. I just found out Rachel was filing for divorce and wanted custody of

daughter.

The bloke was winding me up. He wouldn't let it go.

I just lost it.

Like last night with Dave Wilson?

And like two days ago with your wife?

What are you on about?

I think you know very well, Mr Osborne.

You stole from your wife and then you followed her, didn't you?

No. The doctors confirmed our suspicions.

Your wife was definitely attacked.

What are you saying?

Sit down.

Where did you go after you saw your wife?

Nowhere. I stuck around to see Lucy.

And did you?

No. Why not?

She was talking with some friends. I called over, but she didn't answer.

Next minute the school bell rang, she went inside.

She saw you?

I think so.

What time was this?

About one.

Exactly the time your wife was attacked.

I have to tell you, Mr Osborne.

Your wife died last night.

Where's the marmalade?

This is a police cell, not the Ritz. We ought not be in here at all.

You are breaking and entering.

You've got the wrong end of the stick out.

It was David.

He thought he had an animal in distress, didn't he, David?

I'm looking for your shirt.

Mr. Scripps, you haven't seen Mr. Greengrass this morning, have you?

Can't say as I have. You tried his place? Yes.

I said I'd be round first thing to correct my winnings, and he's not there.

What a surprise.

Thank you, partner.

And he's normally so reliable, this Claude.

So we're on.

Whose car is this?

Mr. Wilson's. Dave and Sandra. Why?

Thank you.

Can I join you for a moment?

I'm so sorry to hear about your mother.

I know how difficult that can be.

But if it's all right with you...

I'd like to ask you a couple of questions.

Do you know who hurt my mum?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out.

You think it was my dad, don't you?

We questioned him, yes, but our inquiries are still continuing.

Lucy, you told me your father tried to talk to you the other day at school.

When your mum left, did he talk to you?

No.

He tried to, but I just pretended I couldn't see him.

Can you remember what time this was?

Um, just before the bell.

Why? Does it matter?

It means he was telling the truth.

It couldn't have been him up on Copse Hill when your mother was attacked.

What have you two got to say for yourselves, then?

We were only trying to get back me own property.

What do you mean?

Me flaming shirt.

Not that your lot of plods would understand.

Any more comments like that, Mr Greengrass, you'll get a lot more than

caution. We didn't nick out, did we? It's still breaking and entering.

I'm going to have to go to prison, Mr Carrick.

Sarge, it's your mother.

What now?

I've just seen the car I saw driving off after the attack.

It belonged to Dave Wilson.

Are you sure?

Of course I am, dear. I knew you'd be pleased.

Claude, what on earth are you doing here?

You're Craddock's mother?

Afraid so.

Are you in some sort of trouble?

Don't tell me you two know each other.

Yes, Raymond.

Claude and I are friends.

Now, what's going on? That's the way we're genius here.

David?

I'll tend to you two later.

Is Lucy here?

Yeah, she's upstairs.

Shall I go and get her? No, leave her for the moment. We just wanted a quick

word with your husband.

Yeah, go on through. Thank you.

Mr Wilson, I wonder if you'd mind accompanying us to the station. There

few things we need to clear up.

What are you talking about?

We'll explain at the station.

No.

I'd rather you explain now.

We have a witness, Mr Wilson, who has identified the car they saw at the time

Rachel's attack.

It belongs to you.

What?

What's going on?

Why were you fighting with Charlie Osborne?

He lost his wife, his job.

He's had enough, so he takes it out on me.

His best friend.

We know about your affair with Raquel, Mr. Wilson.

Managed to keep it quiet.

But Charlie found the letters.

He thinks Rachel left him because of me.

And did he?

She tried hard to make the marriage work.

It was Charlie that messed up, not Rachel.

So she was filing for divorce?

Yes. Was she concerned Charlie would find out about the two of you? She

to cool things off.

Until she had custody of Lucid. And did you?

We tried to.

She didn't want Charlie using it in court.

But you weren't happy about that?

I wanted things in the open.

I was sick of living a lie.

Rachel didn't want that.

Would you mind telling us what your car was doing at the top of Copse Hill at

the time of the attack?

You say you were unhappy when Rachel suggested you put the affair on hold.

I suggest you were, in fact, extremely angry.

You followed Rachel onto that hill, started arguing with her.

You lost your temper. In a moment of madness, you lashed out.

You loved this woman, didn't you?

You never meant to hurt her.

An accident.

You hit her?

I'm arresting you, David Wilson, on suspicion of murder.

You are not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say will be taken down

in writing and may be used in evidence.

A comb and these, that's it, is it?

Right. Pickle with me, Mr. Wilson?

Been looking for you. Oh, Philip.

How nice to see you.

Thought you were dropping by with the winnings.

Ain't it?

Oh, my dear Philip.

It's about your money.

How shall I put it?

I haven't got it.

But Gina's weekend.

I've booked it now.

What a mess.

I thought you said we'd won.

We did, my dear, we did.

But you see, the problem is, the nice gentleman who tipped me off,

you'll never guess what.

He's gone and lost his shirt.

It's about your husband, Mrs. Walker.

What happened?

He's confessed to Rachel's murder.

These tablets, they belong to your husband.

Yeah, they're days.

Carbon mazepine.

Well, you'll know what they're for, then.

Yeah.

Epilepsy.

It's a tough illness, isn't it?

A close friend of mine suffers from it.

Poor bloke's had a rough old time.

But the harder thing...

was giving up his pride and joy.

Epileptics aren't allowed to drive, are they?

Sir Dave doesn't drive, does he?

It was you in the car, wasn't it?

You attacked Rachel Bosborne.

That's 230 quid she wants, plus the steak.

That's nearly 300 pounds you've cost me. Thank you, David.

Greengrass!

Where's my money?

What are you on about?

Heaney told me all about it. How she had the great misfortune to bump into one

Claude Jeremiah Greengrass, who placed the bet on her behalf, pretended to lose

his shirt and all the winnings along with it.

Well, bad news, Claude. Guess what?

I'm the third party and he put that money on for and I want it back now.

You've got to believe me, Phil.

David really did lose his shirt.

That's why he had to try and break in. The vets... Go on, tell him.

It's true, Mr Bellamy, it is my fault. I didn't want to break into the vets.

I won't have to go to jail, will I?

Just give me the money back you put on that horse for me and we'll call it

quits. And while you're at it, you can give Enid's back too.

I haven't got it. I've paid on.

I don't think Craddock would be that happy to find out you lost all the cash

dear old mum put by for his birthday, do you?

Now, pay up!

Or your life won't be worth living.

Believe me.

Neither will somebody else's not a million miles away from here.

Believe me.

Can I just sign here? You can go.

I don't understand.

That's correct, Mr Wilson. You're free to go.

I'd known about the affair for a while.

They had no idea I knew.

I tried not to think about it.

Because if not thinking about it, it would somehow make it all go away.

Dave and I have been married for 15 years.

I really loved him.

I wasn't good enough for him.

He wanted to be with her, not me.

And Rachel, with our friend, she was my friend. I trusted her.

But when she came to stay with us, I'd finally had enough.

So I followed her up to the hill,

and I had it out with her.

And she confessed.

It was all true.

They were in love. They had been for years.

They couldn't help it.

They couldn't help it.

And then I don't know what happened, but... I think just... snapped.

And... I picked something up.

And I hit her.

And she just lay there.

And I realised then that it was just too late.

And your husband said he did it because... Well, because he guessed when

told him about the car.

It's funny, really, isn't it? I didn't really know he cared.

About me until now.

Here we are, Raymond.

I got you a double.

Cheer up, dear.

And a very happy birthday.

Take more than this.

I know why you're feeling a little low.

Do you? Of course I do.

Penny used to make you a birthday cake, didn't she? Every year.

You can't keep things away from me.

If only you'd tried a little harder with her, dear. She might not have run off

like that.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's someone in the back room who really

to meet you.

Do you want to follow me?

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday...

Happy birthday, Raymond, dear. How do you do this, ma 'am?

Now, don't be angry.

That's better.

You know, you're almost nice -looking when you smile.

Now, don't worry, Claude. I haven't told Raymond about our little wager.

He'd only get upset and take it out on you.

Thank you very much indeed.

And it was a very noble gesture on your part to hand me back all my money like

that. You're a good man, Claude.

Also, things like that, somebody might be listening.

Tina, about this weekend... Yeah, before you say anything, look, it's the prize

of yours.

I'm really sorry, but it's come up to waste.

Oscar's got a golfing tournament.

I've got to work.

Oh, well, never mind, eh?

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Look, what if I could put something really special instead, eh?

All right, then.

Oh, so you're off tomorrow, then, Enid?

Sadly, yes.

Raymond would have a fit if I stayed any longer.

So it's back to the Cherry Tree Nursing Home for me.

bedpans and early nights.

Well, I'm pleased to hear it.

Well, for a minute I thought I might have to find another job.

Why does a novel just play in my memory?