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

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

Oh, matrimonial work should be avoided like the plague.

Oh, he says that every time.

No, I mean it this time, Gina.

If Hetty Bolton didn't realise what her husband was up to, she must be a fool.

Some folk can't face reality, can they?

Isn't her husband Arthur Bolton, the Coleman?

Yeah, he's got this yard over the other side of Ashfordly. He's done pretty well

for himself.

Employs other people now to do his deliveries for him. I remember when he

to delivery it himself.

Always trying it on, he was. Thinks he's God's gift to women.

Well, you didn't succumb, did you? No, I didn't. Don't be so cheeky.

You know, in a way, I feel sorry for her.

A well -set -up divorcee?

Oh, you could do worse.

Now, don't you be so cheeky.

It's all right, I'll get it.

Afternoon.

What can I do for you?

Limit me, telly.

Oh, right, well, I'll take a few details then.

Mrs...? Black.

Debbie Black.

24 Linnet Drive.

Is that up on the Ashfordly Park estate?

Because I'm on my own.

It's me and the kids, so they pick on me, think I'm an easy target.

I'll be with you in a minute, miss. Oh, no, she's with me.

Oh, right.

Did I hear the Ashfordly Park estate?

Uh, yes, Arch. This lady's had her television set stolen.

They kicked the back door in.

It's locals, I know it.

Keep asking the council to move us. We've been on the waiting list ever

lost my husband.

That's the second incident reported this week.

It's time we made our presence felt.

Walker, get up there.

Let's see if we can help this lady out.

Right, Sarge. Well, maybe we should both go, Sarge.

You know, that way we can show them that we mean business.

Good idea.

I'm fed up with these Hooligans terrorising their neighbours.

You know, bring on the boys in blue, I say.

Right, lads, I'm off.

Oh, and if the wife asks, I've a bit of business to see to.

Just the one.

Hey, come on, I've got a customer.

Hello, what would you like?

Oh, for better, please.

Come on, I'll make you butter.

Can you go outside, please?

No, Mum.

Just do it.

And shut the door.

Great kids.

Well, there are a handful at times.

It's not easy on your own.

Did I hear you lost your husband?

Two years ago.

Motorcycle crash.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Loved his bike.

I always wanted us to get a little car, but... I'm mad about bikes.

I'm a bit of a biker myself, but I understand.

Yeah, me too.

We're always talking about bikes, aren't we, Rob?

Yes, Phil, we're always talking about bikes. Shall I look outside?

If you would.

Right. Well, better show me this back door then, eh?

Probably just foxes.

In the middle of the day.

Kids more.

Have you seen the state of these bins, Oscar?

Have you got Arthur Bolton's bank to write yet?

Yeah, pretty much. I'm just off now to see Hetty Bolton. I reckon I've

enough evidence.

To satisfy any divorce code.

Go back by nine, remember. We're away tonight.

Don't you worry. I'll be here.

Right.

There he is.

Wild Rover, he's called.

Fastest ground I've ever set my eyes on.

Well, if he's won that many prizes, why don't you race him yourself?

Well, look, training a ground requires special expertise.

But mostly time and patience.

Not sure I've got much of either nowadays.

That's why I thought of you, Peg.

Well, if my Herbert was still alive, I wouldn't hesitate.

50 quid is yours.

You'd win that back easy, first time you're racing.

No, I'm not really involved in that world anymore.

I bet you'd like training at Greyhound, wouldn't you, David?

Oh, it'll be great.

30 quid, I might be tempted.

40, that's my last word.

35.

Shouldn't one of your lads be doing that, Mrs Bolton?

They've all gone home.

They missed an order out.

It's an old lady. She's a regular customer. I didn't want to let her down,

said I'd bring it round myself.

Well, at least let me give you a hand. Oh, no, really, I can manage. Come on,

you look done in.

Nice to meet a gentleman, not men.

Well,

I brought my report and photographic evidence.

I'm afraid you were right.

Your husband is having an affair.

But there are grounds for divorce if that's the way you want to proceed.

Why, Mr Blakeson, I don't understand it. I've tried to be a good wife.

I know it's sad.

But for some men, infidelity is a way of life.

Yes.

Well, my sister was certainly right about Arthur.

Getting a divorce, though, it's such a shaming thing.

It used to be, but not these days.

I'm sure you'll make the right decision.

Don't look very lively.

He's a thoroughbred. He only moves when he has to.

But when he does, no stopping him.

Testimonials and vet papers, it's all there.

Oh, boy.

No, I think he's a bit sleepy.

Has he been dorked?

Cos if I'd just bought a dorked dog... Peg, what'd I do? Remember, Donny, I

where to find you. Come on out.

I've got to admit, she's a real cracker.

She's got three kids. Are you mad?

Come on. She's the woman who knows a little bit about life's reality, that's

all. Have you asked her out yet?

No, of course I haven't. I don't want to scare her off, do I?

Ashfordly Police.

If you ask me, you're the one that should be scared.

Yeah.

Aye, I see.

OK, erm, don't touch anything and we'll be there in about ten minutes.

Dead body bin, thank you.

Sounds like he might be mad.

Who made the call?

I did.

I was first in.

I started to fill the sacks up. That's when I found him.

Then Mrs Bolton arrived.

Do you know who it is? I think it's my husband.

He didn't come home last night.

Get some coal off his face. Let's take a better look.

Looks like you've been hit over the head.

Come on, Mrs Bolton.

It's not a sight for you.

I never thought it, really.

Thought who'd do what?

It was just a fantasy.

Who are we talking about, Mrs Bolton?

Mrs Bolton?

I've been having an affair.

And you think your lover may be responsible for this?

He hated it that I was married to Arthur.

He wanted me to leave him.

He's a very jealous man.

What's his name?

Oh, no, I can't, I can't, I can't.

If you think he killed your husband, you must tell us, Mrs Bolton.

His name is... His name is Oscar Blaketon.

I've been having an affair with Oscar Blake.

An

affair?

With Hetty Bolton?

Don't be ridiculous.

Who told you that?

She did.

I told you she had a crush on you, Oscar.

It's no lapping matter, my fay, Gina.

I'm going to have to ask you to come to the station.

Why? Because of some silly woman's fantasies?

No, me daft.

I've got deliveries to sort out. Arthur Bolton was found dead this morning.

It looks like murder.

He's dead?

She's alleging that you were having an affair with her. He wanted her to leave.

She's got a vivid imagination, I'll tell you that. You got very jealous and

decided to take matters into your own hands.

Are you saying I killed him?

That's about the sum of it, yes.

I'll tell him now. Over and out.

We've got a D .I. Snow coming over from H2.

That's all I need.

C .I .D. taking over my station.

Sarge, do you really think that Oscar Blayton could bludgeon a man to death

a shovel? Passion, Bellamy, is not just the province of the young.

You may drink in his pub, but in the end, who knows what goes on behind

doors?

I don't think he's very hungry.

I've seen more lively corpses.

Perhaps we ought to let him have a bit of a rest today, then, eh?

David, this is not a pet.

He's a working dog. I laid out good money for him.

I want him in training.

Oh, I'm going to have a word with that Donny.

Thinks he can pull the wool over my eyes.

You're really going to have to eat some of this, you know.

It's good stuff.

Oh, that is lovely.

You must know, Miller, what that woman is telling you is a pack of lies.

I dare say.

Do you recognise this?

Should I? It was found near Arthur Bolton's body. It's got blood on it.

Presumably the deceased.

It's also got a monogram.

OB.

Ask yourself this, Sergeant. If I was going to kill someone and found their

blood on my handkerchief, would I then leave it there, conveniently for you to

find? You might do if you panicked.

Where were you last night?

From about midnight to seven this morning, asleep in my bed. And before

I was on my own.

So no real alibi, then?

I did not kill Arthur Bolton.

Look, I don't like this any more than you do, Oscar, but a plausible

has been made.

Plausible? You know yourself, if we don't ask these questions, CID will.

We'll need to take your fingerprints.

Well, you've found a murder weapon, then.

You know I can't tell you that.

This is balmy.

Somebody is trying to set me up.

Can't you see that?

Come on out, Johnny. I know you're in there.

What's all this commotion about?

I'm nursing a very delicate angle over in there.

From ale bought with my 35 quid, I've no doubt.

Anyway, the deal's off. I want my money back.

I don't do sailorry, too. You sold me a racing greyhound.

Race? I can't get him to walk more than a couple of paces.

That dog has been interfered with.

Well, not by me.

Those clippings I showed you, the certificates, they're all totally legit.

conned me.

What is it the lawyers say, Peg?

Caveat emptor.

That's Latin, that is.

It means if you didn't notice at the time and you still buy it, you're

I'll give him phlegm in lawyers.

Come on.

Go on.

Oh, cheers, Alf.

Has the I .D. turned up yet?

They're in with Miller.

Why do they all see sense at that time somebody did?

For what it's worth, Oscar, I never thought for one minute... You don't have

say anything, Alf.

I know you don't think I'm a killer.

Well, who did it, then? I've no idea.

But whoever it was, Hetty Bolton is going out of her way to cover up for

Well, perhaps she had a fancy man and didn't tell you about it.

I've actually never seen the type.

But then again, I never expected all these lies.

Oh, well.

I gather they found a murder weapon.

But Mella won't tell me what it is.

It's a coal shovel.

He was hit over the head with it several times.

They're testing it for fingerprints now.

Does it matter?

Yeah, well, it might.

I think I've been taken for a real fool -up.

Come in, Constable.

Such a terrible thing.

I've only been able to talk to my sister on the phone.

I need to ask you a few questions, Miss Palmer.

Well, I'm happy to help in any way I can.

I'm afraid it's about your sister's personal life.

Oh.

Was she having an affair with anyone?

Oh.

It's very important you tell us anything you know.

Well, they swore me the secrecy. He was particularly insistent. He had the

position to maintain locally.

He's on the council.

Who are we talking about here, Miss Palmer?

I suppose it can't remain a secret for much longer now.

My sister's been having an affair with Oscar Blaketon.

You know, the chap that's got the pub in Aidensfield.

Do you know this was certain, or did your sister just tell you? Oh, it's

all right.

In fact, I used to let them meet here.

Poor Hetty.

Been so unhappy for such a long time.

And where else could they go?

In fact... He gave her this.

To the only woman I could ever love.

Quite touching, I thought.

She kept it here.

Well, it'd have been hell to pay if Arthur had found it.

Was Arthur a violent man, then? Oh, he could be.

Clouted poor Hetty on several occasions.

And that made Oscar's blood boil, I can tell you.

Do you mind if I take this card with me?

I suppose not.

It's all got to come out now, hasn't it?

Your Uncle Herbert always dreamt of having a proper rake in kennels like

you know.

He even made an offer on one once.

What happened?

Bailey's caught up with us.

Oh, excuse me, love.

Is the gaffer about?

No, he's taking some dogs down south this week.

Do you remember Wild Rover?

Oh, yeah.

He was a lovely dog.

Won it best.

Gold Cup winner.

Haven't seen him running anywhere lately, though.

No, well, he were never the same after Streak Lightning went.

Streak Lightning?

That were his mates.

They trained together everything.

Two fastest dogs we had at one time.

Then the boss got a big offer and he sold Streak. Broke his heart to be

from her. But there was nothing wrong with him physically, though? No, no, I

think he just missed Streak, that's all, and got depressed.

Couldn't do out with him, so the boss sold him too.

Pity.

Thanks for your trouble, love. Listen, take care of him, won't you?

He's a grand dog.

This is Detective Inspector Snow. He's in charge of the investigation.

In the job yourself at one time, weren't you, Mr Blaketon?

I presume you read my file. I would just like to add one thing.

I did not kill Arthur Bolton.

That'll be noted.

Right, what's that with the physical evidence?

Fingerprints.

You found yours on the murder weapon.

I can explain that.

Can you, then?

What do you have to say, your sister?

Confirm the story.

It's a pack of lies, Rob. It's got to be. In case worse, have a look at this.

that Oscar's handwriting?

I'm not sure.

Could be.

The evidence is stacking up against him, Alf.

Oscar Blaketon's no more involved with that woman than I am.

Someone's playing a devious game here, Robert. I know, I know. But who?

Hetty Bolton and her sister?

She hired you as a private investigator.

And your relationship was purely professional.

She tricked you into putting your prints on the murder weapon and you have no

alibi.

I didn't think I needed one.

Sorry, Blaketon. It just doesn't wash. Mr.

Blaketon, if you don't mind.

I spoke to Mrs. Bolton at length this morning. I'm also waiting for your

confirmation that it's the end of the affair.

Then they're both lying.

Physical evidence places you at the scene of the crime and puts the murder

weapon in your hands.

I was set up.

Oscar Blakes and I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Arthur...

on, hang on.

You haven't investigated anything I've been saying.

I'm satisfied we have a watertight case. What about the truth?

Not to mention Justin. On suspicion of the murder of Arthur Bolton, you are not

obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so. But what you say may be put

into writing and used in evidence.

Put him in the cell.

Yes, sir.

Right, what to execute? Just a few little cents to tie up.

If he decides to come clean, why don't we know?

I don't believe this.

More than 20 years in the job and my words not good enough to merit a proper

investigation. You and I have not always seen eye to eye, Oscar.

But this is a situation that I don't relish.

How could you let yourself get into such a mess?

I didn't do it.

If that young chum topic gives her a CID office and can't be bothered to look

further than the end of his nose, well, perhaps you can.

It's CID's case.

My appetite.

You of all people should understand that.

This is really kind of you, you know.

It's no problem.

Locksmiths can cost a bit.

I've got some bottles of light ale if you fancy one.

Or are you not allowed?

Oh, by rights, I should have knocked off half an hour ago.

Oh, well, really sorry to keep you. Oh, no, no, I didn't mean... Well, it's just

that if I'm off duty, then yes.

I'd like a drink.

Do you think you're really cheeky if I ask you another favour?

Probably, but go on.

Well, the shop where I rent the telly.

I went in and told them it was stolen, but... When they know you live on the

estate, they're automatically suspicious.

They think I've just flogged it.

And you want me to go in and put them right?

Consider it done.

Thank you.

Right, what shall we drink to, then?

A new telly.

How about a new friend?

I've never been friends with a copper before, but I must say, you're rather

useful.

It's just ridiculous.

When are they going to put a stop to all this, Alf? Well, they've detained him,

Gina. The CID reckon they've got a case against him. Do you know, I've got a

good mind to go round and see that Hetty Bolton myself.

Sorry about this, Gina, but I need to get some samples of Oscar's handwriting.

You should be ashamed of yourself and all.

Personally, I can't see Oscar Blaketon writing sloppy things on Valentine

Handwriting is easy enough to forge.

Here's a sample of his writing to look to the brewery.

Yes, this would be pretty easy to reproduce.

OK, show me.

Even if they've got the skill to forge, they've still got to get a sample first.

The bins.

Someone's been through the bins, that's why.

Well, that looks pretty good to me.

Oscar's innocent, you know he is. The fact that Jack can copy the handwriting

doesn't really prove anything.

There's still a lot of evidence against him, Gina.

Well, if you're not going to do something about it, Rob, then I will.

I want a word with your sister.

I'm afraid she's resting.

The doctor's given her a sedative. She doesn't need a sedative.

She needs a good kick up the backside.

Maybe then she'll start telling the truth. If you don't leave immediately, I

shall call the police.

She's lying, and I'm going to prove it.

I'm not interested in your threats.

Well, you should be, lady.

Because Oscar Blayton's got a lot of friends around here.

Now, you might think you're being clever, but you won't get away with it.

Do you always plan on having three?

I didn't plan to have any.

I was getting out of Ashfordly.

But you know how it is.

You meet a fella and one thing leads to another.

Tough life being a single mummy.

Yeah, well, there's plenty of us round here.

Ashfordly Park Estates, where the council dumps all its social misfits.

get me wrong, I think you're doing a grand job.

You married?

No.

Can't find anyone daft enough to take me on.

I don't see why not.

I mean, you must be on a decent wage and you're not bad looking.

Oh, thanks.

Come on, you know what I mean.

Sorry, I don't suppose you'd fancy coming for a drink with me one night,

Yeah, right.

You know how much a babysitter costs, if you can get one.

Well, if you're ever struggling... Look, you're a nice bloke for a copper, but I

don't want anyone feeling sorry for me, all right?

Not a charity case.

Sorry, I didn't think... Right.

I'd better be off then.

Sorry.

Thanks for fixing the lock.

Let's hope you're hungry. I ordered this specially for you from Eddie's cafe

across the road.

Oh, an outspent spare, eh?

I often used to pop into Eddie's for breakfast.

Seems a long time ago now.

He did a great bacon putty.

Oh, yeah, I know.

Look, if you want to do something for me, Rob, get in touch with Howard Baker

Baker & Sons.

He's about the best criminal lawyer around here.

I'm not convinced by any of the evidence against you.

Oh, well, thanks for that, but Miller's already fled. His hands are tied.

I'm going to have a word with him.

None of us are happy with this.

I've been thinking a lot about Hetty Bolton and that sister of hers.

First time I met her, I thought she was a silly woman.

I'm quite sorry for her.

She's not silly at all.

Well, don't give up hope, eh?

Suddenly I'm not very hungry.

You've been told to depress Greyhound. How do you know it's depressed?

Last at work, that the kennels told us. Not what you'd call the medical opinion

of a qualified vet, then. The point is, Ronnie, I was conned. Yes, I can see

that rankled.

But if the seller disclosed all the relevant information, lied about nothing

allowed you to examine the goods... Have you, doodah, yes, I've been told.

But this was supposed to be a prize -winning dog.

Gold cup winner at Whitby for two years on the trot.

Really? What's the dog called?

Wild Rover.

Wild Rover, eh? You know, I reckon I've won a bob or two on him myself. You're

doing better than me, then.

I didn't know you frequented the track, Ronnie.

Now and then I have a flutter.

Wild Rover, eh?

You know, I seem to have a few moments there in the next couple of days.

Maybe I could look into the matter.

The thing is, Arch, nobody's actually looked at Oscar's explanation of events

properly. But the case is out of our hands now. I've been through Oscar's

on the investigation he did for Mrs Bolton.

Arthur Bolton definitely had a mistress.

I think somebody should at least go and talk to her.

All right, but I don't want any treading on CID's toes.

It's more or less done and dusted as far as they're concerned.

I suppose this case could do with a bit of proper police work.

But be discreet, Walker.

Yes, Sergeant.

Oh, planning a flint, are we, Donny?

You say you know the law?

Well, tell that to Mr. Smethers here. He's a solicitor.

All right.

I'll see you in court, then.

Get out of my way, pal.

Mrs. Armstrong has a very strong case for restitution, and I think you should

pay some serious attention to her concerns.

You're neither use nor ornament, are you?

Not me thinking.

I mean, perhaps we just ought to persuade him to start running again.

I mean, after all, he's not really poorly.

That's got a point.

Well, go on, then. How?

If it's Streak that he's missing, perhaps we just ought to find her for

Just need to let him know that she still loves him. This lad's got an incisive

analytical mind.

He should have been a lawyer.

I can't believe he's gone.

I'd like to offer my condolences, Miss.

Ashley's Mrs.

Divorced. Everyone calls me Dolly, though.

Well, if it's not too upsetting, Dolly, I'd like to ask a few questions. Who'd

want to kill Arthur?

He was the kindest.

How'd you know him long?

He was going to leave his wife, you know.

We got it all... land, sell the coal merchants, get a country pub somewhere,

fresh start.

And did his wife know about this? Kept getting coal feet, poor lamb.

See, thing is, she's got a right temper.

Has she? A great big bloke like him, you wouldn't think he'd be scared, but he

was.

She used to hit him.

I'm surprised he didn't retaliate. He was completely soft.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Who do you think would have cause to want him dead, then?

Well, nobody, really.

Arthur got on with everyone.

Except his wife, apparently.

Hi.

It's just passing.

Thought you might like to know that I spoke to the bloke from the telly shop.

It says if you pop in, they'll sort you out with a replacement.

Thanks.

Do you fancy a cup of tea?

No, I don't want to hold you up.

Oh, just come in, will you?

I was a bit rude yesterday when you asked me out.

No, you weren't. Some blokes, they see a woman stuck on her own with three kids

and they think...

Oh, yeah, she'll be easy.

Buy her a couple of drinks and she'll be grateful just to be act out.

Well, I'm not like that. I know you're not, and that's why I'm sorry.

It's my fault. I was being too pushy. No, you were just being kind.

I'm just not used to that.

Look, Debbie, I really like you.

And I wouldn't take advantage of you for the world.

I've got this very good neighbour.

She sometimes babysits.

So, um... If you wanted to ask me again... That would

be very nice.

What are we talking here after?

Betty Bolton gets wind of the fact her husband's going to leave her. Figures

she's better off a widow than a divorcee.

Belts him round the head with a shovel, having set up Oscar to take the blame.

Well, it makes sense to me.

You've got to be pretty cold -blooded.

Well... I've been doing a bit of digging myself.

I know this lass who works in the insurance office in the High Street.

And Hetty Bolton has been going in quite a bit lately to increase her husband's

life insurance.

Where's Bellamy?

Ashfordly Park Estate.

He was up there most of yesterday.

What's he playing at?

I've just had a call from Bernie Scripps.

He's having a spot of bother.

At the garage? In the funeral parlour.

They've finished the post -mortem on Arthur Bolton this morning.

They've released his body for burial.

You're acting like Banshee's been there, arguing about who's going to bury him.

I've called the police.

He may be dead, but he's still my husband.

And you'll not get your greedy mitts on him or his money.

He loved me, not you, you cold -hearted old crow.

And you're nothing but a cheap...

He's had plenty of them over the years, but he stayed married to me.

Ladies, ladies, please, if you could just... I'm paying you to bury my

Mr Scripps, and I'll thank you not to let her anywhere near any of it. Do I

myself clear?

What appears to be the problem?

No problem, Constable. This lady mistakenly thought she might involve

my husband's funeral arrangement, but I'll put her at rate.

It's all been very stressful for my poor sister.

Come on, love, let me take you home. All right, Beryl, don't make a fuss.

Actually, let's not make an exhibition of ourselves, eh?

Don't let me drive you off. No, I'm driving. It's my car.

If you ask me, she's completely up a rocker.

I don't feel a clue getting into the car.

We've got to do something, love.

No. What we need is a way of playing them at their own game.

Yeah, but how?

I might just have an idea.

I still want to see you, Oscar.

Make it quick, eh?

Hi, Gina.

I brought you a few things you might need.

Oh, thanks.

I'm being transferred to Armley. I'm reminded.

It's all going to turn out right in the end, you know. I don't think so, do you?

My word against Petty Bolton's. I used to think the system worked.

Oscar, you've got a lot of friends out there.

We're not going to let them send you to jail for something you didn't do.

What are you trying to tell me, Tina?

You got a file hidden in here somewhere?

Me and Alf have been talking to Rob Walker.

We're all pretty convinced Petty Bolton murdered her husband.

That's funny, that.

I've come to the same conclusion.

But with her sister backing up her story, proving it's going to be very

difficult. Yeah, well, somehow we're going to do it.

I'd like to believe that.

What we need to know for certain, Miss Palmer, is that you're totally prepared

to stand up in a court of law and back up your sister's story of her affair

Oscar Blake, then?

Well, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

Because perjury is a serious offence. You could go to prison.

Look, Heddy's got a temper, as we both know.

Don't you think maybe she needs some help?

She's got all the help she needs from me.

Arthur Bolton was never faithful or loyal to anything or anybody.

You didn't much like your brother -in -law, then.

He was selfish from the word go.

He was a young man. I knew him. I warned Hetty, but she wouldn't listen.

If you want me to be totally honest, I'm not sorry he's dead.

But my sister didn't kill him.

Now, would you please leave?

Well? I think I've found street lightning for you. Come on, let's go.

Hang on, hang on. Are you billing me by the hour for this?

Well, by rights, I... Let's just say I'd like to see Wild Rover run again.

We don't want to talk you into doing anything you think is wrong.

It's up to you, Dolly.

Not exactly a by -the -book copper, are you?

Sometimes justice needs a bit of a nudge.

That's all.

Right, then.

It's Dolly Ford here.

Wait a minute, Hetty.

I'm phoning to discuss Arthur's will.

The new one.

The one he made a month ago.

Leaving the business to me.

Well, that didn't go down too well.

She's hung up.

This is where Street's new

owner exercises his dogs every day.

Oh, I think he knows she's here.

Well, we'll soon see.

Let him go, David.

That dog can run.

Look at that.

Let's hope there's not going to be any more trouble.

So when did he make this new will, then?

About a month ago.

A solicitor in Ashfordly drew it up.

I'd like to see it.

I've got it at home.

I'll have a copy made for you.

Right, then.

Come on, love.

I can't get her out of my head. I think I'm smitten.

Well, if three kids don't put you off, I reckon you are.

Hang on.

I think we're in business.

I think it's Hetty.

He was funny in here without Oscar.

I suppose we'll have to get used to him. Oh, shut up, Bernie. You just make

things worse.

Sorry. I've just had a chat with a mate of mine.

He teaches evening classes in college.

Calligraphy. Yeah? So?

Hetty Bolton's sister is in his class.

First you take a heart Then you break a heart

But before you do

You make it through for you.

Then you give it back.

You couldn't do that.

You walked that floor.

Just to think of it.

You see me walk that floor, baby.

Right out of my shoes.

Somebody help me please.

You don't strike me as being a commoner garden burglar, Miss Palmer.

What were you looking for in Dolly Ford's house?

I have nothing to say.

You were tricked, weren't you, Belle?

He thought he'd made a new will.

You mean he hadn't?

Not that I know of.

I told Hetty it all seemed a bit too convenient.

But she was hopping mad.

So I had to sort it out.

Is that what you do for your sister?

Sort things out?

You've seen her. She's all over the place. Always has been. Never thinks.

That's why she married him.

And you warned her not to.

You mentioned that you knew him as a young man.

Did you all grow up together?

We went to the same school.

He went out with you first, didn't he?

You knew him before your sister had even met him.

I can't remember.

Yes, you can, Beryl.

He chucked you, didn't he?

Chucked you for your own sister.

You told me that you weren't sorry that he was dead, but that your sister didn't

kill him.

Did you have to sort it out for her again, Beryl?

Did you kill Arthur Bolton?

It was Oscar Blaketon, not me.

We've told you.

What if Hetty's saying something different now?

She would never, never betray me. She married Arthur.

Wasn't that betrayal?

Is she saying I killed him? She's got a pretty hot temper. I've seen it.

But Arthur's killing, that was cold and planned to the last detail.

By the both of you.

You hit him with a shovel, didn't you, Belle?

I'm not a friend anymore.

I want a lawyer.

Good boy.

1, 3, 5, 6, 7,

8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18,

19,

20, 21,

22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30. Word's got around that he's lost his

and was sold on. Well, let's hope he finds it again. Now he's running with

shriek.

you put on him? Oh, you're 20, Mark, 50.

Oh, no, no. She's dropping back. Oh, have some faith, Ronnie.

He'll show her who's boss. Come on! Come on, Rover!

Come on, boy!

Come on, Rover!

Come on!

He's got him! He's got him!

Oh, my God! Oh, Rover!

I think we... can handle it for me on in, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

You know, it might have been helpful if you'd called us earlier.

When she broke into Dolly Ford's house, I think we were all taken by surprise.

Won't we walk out?

Yeah, Sergeant.

Do you think you'd be able to get a confession out of us, sir?

We do have interviewing techniques that I'd explore the comfort of all that

you're probably not aware of.

You see, Peg, I was telling the truth.

I'm sorry, lad, that I ever doubted you.

Come on, he'd never have parted with him if he knew he could still run like

that. I tell you what, Donny.

I'll sell him back to you if you like.

Why? Well, it's... it's his place.

The track, the atmosphere.

Puts me in mind of my poor dear urban.

Frankly, it's just too upsetting.

I don't think I'm cut out for greyhound racing anymore.

I'll give you 50 quid for him. Done.

There you go.

Next time I race him, I'll let you know and you can have a little flutter.

That's very decent of you, Donny.

Do you think I should have told him that he's only likely to win when Street

Lightning's in the line -up?

No. He had all the facts.

Caveat empto.

Well, CID have certainly changed since my day.

If you ask me, that lad couldn't detect his way out of a paper bag.

Well, lucky for me, somebody still can.

What all happened to Hetty Boltman and her sister, then? Well, it was Beryl who

wielded the shovel, but they'll both be charged with murder.

Anyway, I must be off.

Well, thanks.

Just trying to do the job properly.

How did you manage to crack those two?

Just a small set -up of our own, I'll say.

Did Miller know what you were doing?

Well, let's just say he didn't ask too many questions.

Yeah, well, I'm very grateful.

You know that.

It's just, uh, I don't know what to say, really.

Or, um... Oh, I can never thank you.

Well, another pint wouldn't go on this.

Can I help?

I am a police officer.

Have you ever wondered if you're in the right job?

What?

Whoever did your M .O .T. diddled you good and proper. I could have killed a

child. Criminal negligence, that's what this is.

You could have killed us all.