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

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

Don't let the sun catch you crying.

Tonight's the time for all your tears.

Your heart may be broken tonight, but tomorrow can

the morning light.

Charlie? Charlie!

In a minute.

Hello? Hi. Sorry, I'm in a bit of a panic. I can't start the Land Rover.

Well, come over in a minute. See what I can do.

There's no time. I need a lift.

On the bike?

Yeah.

Do I have time to finish this?

Not really. My patient's about to give birth.

Where's his puppet?

Where do you think?

Well, I'm with her.

I reckon she's got enough help.

You're keen out?

You're not leaving me out here, are you?

Obviously not.

He can make himself useful. I've got a cow stuck in claggy bottom.

Sorry?

New, is he?

You'll get the hang of it.

Come on.

Can I help you? I hope so. Can you tell me if anybody nearby does B &B?

Yeah, the pub across the road does, but if you're looking for somewhere cheaper,

there's Ivy Cottage about 50 yards down on the left.

Right, thank you.

Excuse me.

Well, isn't it a bit fine, aren't you?

Yeah, well, that's still a bit of ironing, doesn't it?

Well, Bernie's in the back chuntering away.

You can take his mugging when you go in.

David! Have you even had the biscuits?

Looks quite good, considering.

Fairly 50.

He had let himself go, hadn't he? The demon drink, David. More or less pickled

himself.

Shame on him.

You're one of the few who think so.

Didn't leave many friends, did Vic?

That's why you're here. You're not just helping me. You're making up the

numbers.

Well, Mrs Robson will come out, won't she?

She left me to make all the arrangements, but I expect she'll show

You know, I don't think she and Vic ever got a divorce.

No doubt he died intestate. More mess for her to clear up.

Got your hands dirty then?

It's a boy.

They want to call him Joe.

Can we go now?

Come on, you lot.

We do have a smaller room, ten shillings cheaper.

Is that still too steep?

Yeah. Well, if you don't mind walking, some of the farmhouses around here do

take and get.

Is that why you're here? For the walking?

No, not really.

Well, I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.

It's all right.

If you can't find anywhere, come back.

I'll make some phone calls.

Thanks.

Can you tell me the way to Ashfordly Hall?

Oh, yeah. Turn right out of here.

Left at the fork.

A quarter of a mile down the road, you can't miss it.

Right then left.

Yeah.

Who are you looking for there, then?

My father.

He flourishes like a flower of the field.

When the wind goes over it, it is gone, and its place will know it no more.

We have instructed our brother, Victor Robson, to God's merciful keeping.

I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord.

He that believeth in me... Stop!

Hello?

Sergeant?

Where the devil have you been?

Claggy Bottom.

Ask a silly question.

Community coppering, like you said.

I take it you have another uniform?

Yes. Then be sharp, Vicar's looking for you.

Somebody's nicked the collection from the church plate.

How much is missing?

£2 .126.

You're having me on, right?

No. £2 .126?

It's hardly the Great Train Robbery. Not important enough for you, is it?

I'll talk to the Vicar.

You still don't get this, do you?

Let me tell you a tale about two women.

One had her handbag stolen.

Well, we found the culprit, brought him to book.

Job done.

The second woman tells us someone's ringing her doorbell at night.

When she goes to answer it, there's nobody there. She's terrified.

So we stake the place out.

Nothing.

So, she's got to be loopy, right?

Wrong.

It turns out that the ringing is caused by two moths mating on the illuminated

bell push.

Is that true? Absolutely true.

But as trivial as it sounds, her distress was just as much as the first

This job is about people, not about headlines.

Somebody who takes money from a church steals people's sense of security as

well.

I'll get changed.

You know, you'd think Mrs Robson would have dropped him for one, wouldn't you?

I'm sure she's got more important things to do, David.

What's that, on account of him dying intestate?

What do you know about that?

Well, nothing.

Mr Scripps said it leaves a big mess behind to be cleared up. I was going to

Mr Blaketon about it, actually.

What's that, David?

What about how I could avoid leaving a big mess behind when I... I'm sorry, I'm

not with you. He's worried about dying intestate like Vic Robson.

Now, are you too young to be worrying about that?

Why? It's very sensible to make a will.

At his age?

It's morbid.

Just because you don't want to think about it, there's no reason to put David

off. Unlike Vic Robson, David is actually worth something.

Am I? Of course you are.

There's your taxi, your lorry, your place.

All you've got to do is decide who you want these things left to and put it in

will. What, and there wouldn't be a mess left behind? Correct.

Oh, I'm off.

Let me know when you get on to something a bit more cheerful.

She's squeamish.

So, do you reckon that if Mr Robson had left to will, then there might have been

a few more folk at his funeral? Yeah, I dare say there would be.

Hiya. Hi, Gina.

I hear you were at the funeral service earlier today.

Yeah, Vic Robson. He used to spend quite a bit of time in here, so I thought it

was the least I could do. Oh, the vicar's reported a theft from the

Somebody's nicked the collection.

Never.

There's only a handful of us there. There can't have been that much.

Are any of the other mourners here?

Yeah, just a couple of his cronies there.

David Stockwell? I mean, apart from the vicar, just me and Jean Robson, that's

it. You didn't happen to notice anyone loitering near the church?

No, not that I can think of.

So hang on a sec.

Yeah, there was a girl there hanging around.

What the devil are you?

David will tidy up.

Well, where will he sleep?

Downstairs, on settee.

He won't mind, and the dog will enjoy company.

Well, this'll take long.

We've got a lot of work to do.

Oh, it's all right. You do it now.

Oh, you talk of your time.

Yeah, well, I've been making us a bob or two.

How would a couple of nights on settee suit you?

Why? Because I've just let you room.

What? It's only for two nights, maybe three.

No, but... She's a nice girl. You'll like her.

Right, home.

Right, I've brought you all together to discuss my will.

His what?

I've just spoken to a solicitor and he's told me all about it. For pity's sake,

David, you're all going out of short trousers.

Mr Blayton just told me I was being right grown up about this.

What he said is that I should leave all my things to those who are closest to

me. Right, and that's you three.

Well, that's very nice, David. Now, can we get on?

Hang on, I thought you'd be interested.

Well, since I'll be pushing up the daisies long before you've gone, it

affects me, does it?

Nor me.

How do you know?

You can't tell.

I'm not even a relative, David.

No, but you're a friend.

And you're a good friend.

Well, you can't have my dance set, though.

Right. Or my fishing rods.

I've got other people in mind for those.

Hello.

I've come to inquire about the job.

Job?

I'm sorry, what job?

I heard you were looking for a housemaid.

Who told you there was a vacancy?

I overheard someone.

Oh, Eve's dropping.

It's a bad habit of mine.

Well, I'm afraid I know nothing about such a post.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry to bother you.

Lord Ashfordly's out at present, so I can't check, but he...

It doesn't usually go over my head.

Excuse me a moment.

Sorry about that.

I'll mention your inquiry to Lord Ashfordly when he comes in.

Shall I call again?

Well, if you're pathing, there's probably no harm.

Thank you.

Oof.

Dark mist.

Yeah, it's nasty choice you had there. Deal with a woman in labour or help a

farmer with a cow down. Hello, Mrs Cameron.

Isn't he a strike cleaner? Strike cleaner? I wouldn't bother with that,

That smell again.

Someone will be in touch. Bye.

Ashfordly Hall on the phone side.

Reporting the theft of a photograph.

One photograph?

Friend. Eight by six. Someone whipped it off a wall.

Deal with it, Mason.

It's on your way.

I'm afraid Lord Ashfordly can't be disturbed.

In any case, he prefers to deal with the constabulary at a higher level.

Sergeant and above?

Yes. Unless you're told by Constable will do.

You reported a missing photograph.

Yes. Was it valuable?

To the family, all such things are valuable.

But is it something that somebody else might want to buy?

I'm not sure.

I suppose not.

What was that picture of?

Lord Ashfordly out shooting. He had a gamekeeper to one side of him and one of

the household staff to the other.

Any idea when we're missing?

Yes, we had a caller, a girl of about 18.

I invited her in, but I had to leave her alone for a moment.

You think she took it? Yes.

Oh, I can't imagine why.

How about 18?

She had long brown hair with a fringe and she was wearing a tan jacket.

She was quite a respectable -looking girl, really.

Cancer? Yeah.

Oh, it's a damn shame.

She were a looker, your mum.

His lordship's taken on a bit of ballast since then.

Has he?

Oh, yes, he's had more than his fair share of the biscuits.

I think when you go round there again, you'll see him.

Yeah, I'd like to show him this.

It's a farewell letter to me mother.

Greatly admired, that's nice.

What a lovely letter.

And he closed the check for £100.

Evans! That were a lot of money then.

She must have meant a lot to him, your mum.

What did she go off to do, get married?

No. It was a new job, I suppose.

No, she didn't have a job to go to.

Oh.

She was five months pregnant with me.

Oh, I see.

After my mum died, I found my birth certificate.

The name of the father's been left blank.

And she never said?

No, I always thought my dad was my real father.

So that's what you're here for, to find your real father?

Yeah. Well, I wish you luck, love.

I won't need it.

I already know who it is.

Mr Blayton, I'd like you to have my camera.

Oh, it's very kind, David. Thank you.

Oh, I'd like you to have my Jimmy Young LP that my mum gave me one Christmas.

Thank you. It's one of my favourites.

Really?

And,

uh, Gina?

Oh, Mr Bellamy. Now, this is sort of a joint one, but, um...

I was just wondering whether you would have space for my train set. Oh, I don't

know, David. Yeah, yeah, of course we've got room for you, David. That's very

kind of you. Thank you.

Right, I'll go and tick off a few more names.

Oh, hello.

Hi. Oh, Gina.

What are you having? Oh, no, no, no, let me give them.

I owe you one. Oh, how cool.

He's had a very trying day.

Hi. Scotch, no ice. Gina, the girl you told me that you saw in the churchyard?

Yeah. You haven't seen her again, have you? No.

How old is this girl? About 18.

I reckon she was in here this morning inquiring about B &B. This girl's a

stranger to the village? Yes.

Asking directions to Ashfordly Hall.

Cheers.

Oh, yes.

Around the mouth, I can definitely see a likeness.

of the day, it's the money, it all fits.

Well, it's an old story, love.

Tops have always been in the habit of getting young girls like your mum in

trouble. I always knew there was some secret about me. Just a feeling, you

that I were different somehow.

Well, that'll be the blue blood.

It's nice of them to let you have the photo.

They didn't, I just took it.

What, we aren't asking?

Oh, dear.

It's not a good idea to start on the wrong foot.

They probably won't miss it. Pinch of rap! it from that lot and they squeal.

No, he'll have to get this back pronto and without them knowing, if possible.

How am I going to do that?

I tell you what.

I'm due to deliver some logs there.

You leave this to me.

Morning, Mrs Cameron.

Morning.

Some of the front also around the back, as usual.

Yes, and watch the mess. Yes.

Hello, David.

What can we do for you?

Oh, watch, I'll come to ask you a favour of Mr Ventress.

How?

A man looking for favours.

Oh, what's the problem, David?

Well, I've just been to the solicitor to write out a will.

Oh, what about this one?

Well, Mr Blaketon reckons it's because I'm growing up, you see. But the

solicitor says that I need my signature witnessed.

Well, I could have done that for you.

Just leave us grown -ups to deal with it.

Now then, David.

You sign there.

You must watch your step now, then.

Why, sir?

Well, when you've done a will, you're worth more dead than you are alive.

Oh? Yes, so make sure the staircase is well lit and the weed killer is on the

top shelf.

Right.

He did say I were to come back.

Yes, but I hardly expected it.

The photograph was there.

Don't say you know nothing about it.

No doubt you made up that story about a job vacancy just to gain entry.

What's that down there?

Is that it?

Yes, it is.

I owe you an apology.

In view of your busy diary of events, an extra pair of hands would be very

welcome. You're a presentable sort of girl.

Yes, indeed.

References?

Not with her, but I'm sure they can be obtained in due course.

Well, I bow to your judgment in these matters.

Thank you, sir.

If you do approve of her, I'd like to advance a small sum to tide her over

the end of the week.

As you see fit, Mrs Cameron.

Mrs Charlotte, my lord.

You'll call me Charlie.

Same here. There's a coincidence.

Mrs Cameron tells me you'd like a post here.

Yes, sir.

I should warn you, it's not a cushy number.

I've given Charlotte a brief tour of the house, my lord.

Then you'll know what I mean.

Yes, sir.

Think you're up to it, young lady?

Yes, sir.

I feel at home already.

Nothing. Well, all everybody traps in here.

I could have sworn I laid them.

Oh, but it wasn't, in fact, around here.

Can't you remember?

Well, if I don't trap them, I shall... Shh.

Shh.

When you finish in here, dust either side of the stair runner, then apply

polish. Same with the rail and the balustrade.

Plenty of elbow grease, please.

I won't be disturbing Lord Ashfordly. Oh, no.

He'll probably be out most of the morning.

I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.

Oh!

What the devil are you doing there?

Don't look like that. I didn't do it on purpose.

Hey, baby, won't you take a nap?

Say that you'll let me have a dance, a live dance.

Hello? Rosie?

I'd come over and collect it myself, but we're up to our next in work.

Rosie?

With you in a bit, David.

It's all right, don't worry about it. I'll come back later. Are the keys in?

Hold on.

A live dance.

Mrs Cameron?

Hello?

Morning, sir.

Have you been in my study?

Sir? Papers have been moved in my study. Was it you?

I'm not sure, sir.

Not sure?

What sort of nonsense is that?

Where's Mrs Cameron?

I think she's in the kitchen, sir.

But please don't disturb her. She'll be busy.

I dare say, but I want this put straight right now.

Well, that goes for me as well.

What?

Things should be put straight after all these years.

Who are you talking about?

Who are you?

Someone you thought you'd never see.

My mother's name was Jenny Prentice.

When she worked for you, she was Jenny Gunnell.

I'm sorry, what's the relevance of this?

You do remember her?

What of it?

I've read your letter to her.

I know what she meant to you. She was a very able member of staff, as I recall.

What of it? It was more than that.

I've read the letter.

You were lovers, don't you understand? I'm your daughter.

Good grief, who on earth told you that? Your mother?

No, of course not. She never even told me that the man she married weren't a

real father.

But now I know.

I'm sorry, young lady, but you're barking out the wrong tree.

In fact, you're just plain barking.

Please don't.

After all these years, you can't disown me now.

Let's put a stop to this nonsense.

You're him. Why can't he just admit you're my father?

Mrs Cameron!

Are

you all right?

Would you bloody care?

Well, the good news is the truck seems to be OK.

I'm shaking like a leaf.

You shouldn't have taken it without speaking to one of us.

And you always park things there when they're in for a repair. How was I meant

to know you hadn't finished it?

I was in the back. Why didn't you give me a call?

I did.

It's no good going over and over. It's happened.

It's just, thank your lucky stars, you're in one piece.

Oh, yeah.

If there'd been anything else on that road, I might have...

When you've done a will, you're worth more dead than you are alive.

OK, if you waggle your fingers for me.

Right, now squeeze my hand.

Well,

I think you've just sprained your wrist, but judging from the bruises, you

obviously took a very nasty fall.

Well, that man's a brute.

Wouldn't you have thought he would have taken her to hospital?

I didn't give him a chance. I just ran off.

How long have you been working there?

I've only just started.

Oh, dear.

Aye. It wasn't really a job she was after.

No?

She's looking for a close relative.

Go on, tell her.

I think he's my father.

Your father?

Sorry, I'm not with you.

Lord Ashfordly.

He made her mother pregnant when she was a housemaid about 20 years ago.

Is that true?

He even put money on her.

Why else would he react like he did?

Like what, Charlie?

He lost his temper.

Lost his rag, denied all knowledge and pushed her down the stairs.

He pushed you?

Yeah.

His own daughter.

Perhaps you'd wait for Charlie outside, Mrs Armstrong.

Why?

I'm a friend and witness.

Were you at Ashfordly Hall when the incident occurred?

Well, no. Then you can't help us.

Nurse Cassidy will stay here with Charlie.

Will you be all right, love?

I'll wait for you in the car.

You do realise the seriousness of this allegation.

How long have you been in Aidensfield, Charlie?

Just a couple of days.

Someone said they saw a girl like you at the church yesterday.

Was this relevant to the assault?

Not to the assault, no.

It wasn't you.

And today you went back.

To return what you'd taken.

Yeah.

To sit and think a while.

What about?

What it'd be like when I told my real father.

How he'd recognise me straight away and he'd smile and he'd hug me.

It'd be horrible.

He just, he wouldn't listen to me. He just, he just called me mad and pushed

away.

There was an incident involving a member of staff, yes.

What's that got to do with you?

Charlotte Prentiss says you assaulted her.

What? She said you pushed her down the stairs.

Oh, for the love of God.

She has injuries to prove it.

Well, she fell, all right, but it had nothing to do with me.

Nothing? I had no contact with the girl whatsoever.

Have you a witness to support that?

I don't need one, Constable.

I'm telling you what happened.

Miss Prentiss says you questioned her at the top of the stairs.

She'd been snooping in my study.

You didn't trust her?

She was new and unproven.

What did she say?

I'm sure you already know what she said.

In your own words, please, sir.

She claimed I was her father.

And you denied it?

Of course I denied it. The idea's ridiculous.

You were angered by the claim?

A stranger coming into my home and saying a thing like that? Yes, obviously

was angry. You lost your temper.

I didn't say that.

Charlotte Prentiss does.

I think we've got to stop this conversation now.

I've told you what happened. If you prefer to believe the ravings of an

hysterical girl, that's up to you.

Are you refusing to cooperate in this matter?

I said what I had to say.

And I will call Sergeant Miller and talk to him about your attitude.

You don't need to call him. You can speak to him at the station.

What do you mean?

Lord Ashfordly, I'm arresting you in suspicion of causing actual bodily harm.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so, but what you

may be put into writing and given in evidence.

Shouldn't somebody say something?

At least he didn't leave a mess.

True. We all know what we're getting.

Say something nice about him.

He never even had his tea.

That's just a match for his favourite.

when he went with his train set.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh,

Five minutes, Mason, and already you've nicked the chairman of the bench.

I trust you didn't cuff him. Give me some credit, Sergeant.

I'll take that as a no, then, shall I?

No, I didn't cuff him. Apart from that, I treated him as I would any other

suspect. Why didn't you check this out with me first?

Because I remembered you as a policeman who showed no fear and gave no favours

to anyone.

And that would make me as big a fool as you are.

Hello, lovey.

I've poured you one out.

No, no, that's David's. His favourite mug.

Oh, thank you.

It's going to have to be my last day with you, Mrs Armstrong.

Oh? I've run out of money.

It's back home then, is it?

Make it up with your other dad.

I suppose so.

Well, it seems a shame to leave everything up in the air, eh?

Yeah. Perhaps we could see our way to letting you stay on a bit longer, on

I mean, he'll have no trouble paying us back out of the Ashfordly fortune.

Hi.

What's up with you?

Oh, I'm just popping out.

Yeah, but this is ready.

I'm not hungry.

Would you like me to call you a solicitor, my lord?

I'd rather think of better things to be getting on with.

Well, that's for you to judge, sir.

Oh. I hate to say it, Miller, let's be rid of this nonsense.

The girl's complaint is on record. She's not something that can be got rid of.

Well, if she's saying I assaulted her, she's telling lies.

So how did she fall?

I've already explained. It was an accident.

She became agitated at the top of the stairs. She turned, tripped and fell.

She was agitated?

Do I have to keep repeating myself?

Miss Prentiss claimed you were her father.

You reacted angrily and rejected the claim.

You say she turned tripped and tumbled.

Yes. There was no contact between you and the girl? Absolutely none.

Imagine she went over on a tin of polish or something she'd left on the stairs.

Why does she remember the incident differently?

Out of spite.

Because you rejected her?

I assume so, yes.

Because you ridiculed her?

Let's just get this clear.

On what grounds does she believe that you're her father? None that pathmaster,

can assure you.

Miss Prentice showed me your letter enclosing the cheque for £100.

I accept that my generosity could be open to misinterpretation, but at the

it was essential to the smooth running of the house.

Why was that?

Families like mine deal with staff problems in confidence, and I don't

such confidences ever.

My housekeeper at the time was Jean Robson, and she knows the truth about

girl's parentage.

Whether she'll reveal it is another matter.

Mrs. Robson.

Oh, I should have waited. I could have done with them, Muscle.

Is there anything I can help with now?

No.

That's about it.

Not much for a life.

Is that Vic?

This is her.

Jenny Gunnell.

Charlie thinks it was Lord Ashfordly who had the affair with her mother. You've

only got to look at the picture. She's not looking at him. She's making cow

at Vic.

That's one I won't be taking.

I was hoping you would talk to her.

The girl?

Why?

I can't tell her anything her mother didn't already know.

Her mother's dead.

There must be something you can tell her about her father.

Nothing that she'd want to hear.

Look, I've got enough mess to clear up, Constable.

Did you and Rick have any children?

No. He was adamant he never wanted any.

Ha! There's a joke.

It's my night.

Give him a blast.

Right. Damn it.

What are you up to?

You're driving at a snail's pace.

Yeah, I was just trying to be safe.

I like to test the brakes and make sure they're still working.

Right. Well, couldn't you ask Bernie or Rosie to look at them?

No. No, no, I think they're all right, really. It's almost as dangerous to

too slow as it is too fast, right?

Right.

He's too young, there.

What's the matter?

I think I need your help.

What's up, David?

It's quite serious, really.

I think someone's trying to kill me.

Hello.

Thanks.

Charlie, this is Mrs Robson.

Hello. Hello.

I'll leave you to the talk.

Shootings, sabotage and poisoning.

It's a very interesting story, Mr Stockwell.

Yeah, well, I mean, all these things can't all be a coincidence, can they?

Well, that's hard to say.

You'd better leave it with us.

Good. So you'll be able to do something then, will you? Oh, yes. My team will be

on red alert, Mr Stockwell.

Thank you.

Oh, Charlotte.

Younger.

Get rid of him.

I didn't know what to do, Sarge. You do now.

Get rid of him.

A hundred pounds.

Well... When I found out your mother was pregnant,

I was all for leaving Vic and the hall.

But you didn't.

No.

Lord Ashfordly turned on the charm. He said he couldn't afford to lose me or

Vic. I liked my job.

And Vic, well, I was still in love with him, I think.

What was it you loved about him? Well, he was a good -looking fella for a

He was a man's sort of a man, but one that could charm the ladies.

It could be such fun to be with.

Till he hit the bottle.

So it went all bad then?

No, it wasn't all bad.

Do you think he ever wondered about me?

Yes.

Really?

I'm sure he did.

So that's what I'm going to do, David.

24 hours surveillance.

I'll be minding you back day and night.

All right?

Thanks, Miss Yoga.

All right.

Thank you for talking to me.

Talking's good, so they say.

I'm not for sure.

No, it means a lot to me to know the truth.

I'm going now, Constable.

Right. Thanks again.

Would you mind if I kept in touch?

No, of course not.

I'm in the book.

What's wrong?

Can I take back what I said about Lord Ashfordly?

He didn't push you?

No.

Will you take me to say sorry to him?

If you must.

Well, now.

It would be cheerless of me not to accept your apology, young lady.

Thank you, sir.

I liked your mother.

What happened was unfortunate.

From now on, I hope your life will run more smoothly for you.

Thank you, my lord.

Goodbye.

Good luck.

Whilst I can make allowances for Miss Prentice's youth, I can find no

for your handling of this matter.

I was merely following procedure, my lord. Really?

Sergeant Miller tells me you're here on a temporary ticket.

This way?

Just as well, perhaps.

Because I don't think you'll cut the mustard round these parts.

Right, where is he, then?

He's locked himself in his bedroom.

He thinks people want to bump him off. He's gone all paranormal.

Now, this is you filling his mind with doom and gloom.

David?

It's Oscar Blaketon.

I'd like to talk to you. Can you open the door?

Will you just go away? I know this is a trap.

Nobody's going to harm you, David, I promise.

Well, I'm taking no chances.

Look, none of us should wrap ourselves in cotton wool when things go wrong,

David.

I've been having second thoughts.

I don't think you were quite ready to make that will.

David, you're still a young man.

You're fit, healthy.

You should be outside.

enjoying life.

So come on.

It's best to die intestate and live your life in fear like this.

And what do you say?

Come on.

Open the door.

So will the solicitor take the will back?

There's no need.

Just burn it. You can always make another one.

Burn it?

Would that make you happier?

Yeah, it would. Then go on, do it.

I'm going to go and rustle us up some grub.

Bangers and mash, shoot you.

Oh, yeah.

I'm starving.

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Prancing around arguing with the DI.

You really are full of it, aren't you? What about this legacy, Mr. Drinkwater?

Legacy?

We are going to be very, very rich.