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

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

Henry?

Fifteen years.

The local hard man's been released on license from prison.

Henry Stoddard.

Stoddard. Bit before my time, I think, Sarge. I remember him. Killed a

policeman, didn't he?

Yes, apparently from this station.

A PC matching.

Well, Stoddard may be coming back to our patch to stay with his brother.

So keep an eye out, eh?

Your gran was a wonderful woman.

Taught me many valuable lessons about how to survive in this harsh world.

Did she? Yes.

Out to tickle a trout at night, out of sight of gamekeeper's eyes.

Oh.

Quivers down the back bone.

Good job and all, because like you, I never had a dad to teach me anything.

Peggy, no, the main row is coming up.

Peggy, stop!

Take it on alone.

Didn't you see the halt sign?

Yeah, but there was nothing coming.

Right. I see your licence.

Your what?

Your driver's licence.

Well, I don't think I've got one. Not on me any road.

You have passed a test, haven't you?

You didn't have to when I were a girl. You just got it from the post office.

Right. You have five days to produce your driver's licence and your insurance

certificate.

Bobby's today.

I ask you. You shall be out catching criminals.

Not harassing innocent folk like me.

Five days, Peggy.

What you see here, Rosemary, is the depressing record of a man's life

laid bare.

Bills, invoices, receipts, from a life spent tinkering with engines and sealing

folk up in boxes. Pathetic. Oh, you're a bit daft, Bernie.

We've been through this all before.

You... provide valuable, highly respected services to members of the

I'm not sure you still need to keep a 1949 receipt for an Austin 7 gearbox.

You think you'll be back?

I sincerely hope not.

Dennis didn't seem keen to hang around.

Not to get off.

Well, he has got a wife and kids.

I've got the impression he's ashamed to be seen with me.

I've got a very good idea.

Oh, I was just coming to get you, Sarge.

Rob's just reported in. There's been an incident at the Aidensfield Arms.

Somebody smashed a window there last night.

A real cold face of crime around here, isn't it? Oscar seems to think that

might be something more serious behind it.

Good afternoon, Mr Ventress.

Sorry I'm late, Sarge.

Somebody put a brick in through one of our windows last night.

Henry Stoddard was a well -known local villain and sheep rustler. So why has he

got in for you?

Fifteen years ago, me and Al Fentress were the first officers on the scene the

night he gunned down and killed P .C. Ralph Machen.

What exactly happened?

Machen was off duty. Alf and I were called out after reports of a shot being

fired. A car was seen being driven out of a quiet lane.

It was Stoddard's car.

He was dead when we got there.

And from a rifle wound.

He'd had trouble with Stoddart.

So we paid a visit and found a .22 rifle in his car.

Ballistics confirmed it was the weapon that was used to kill Machen.

Of course, Stoddart said he was somewhere else that night, but he

produce any witnesses to verify that.

There was also evidence from tyre tracks which placed the car at the sea.

Well, the way things stood, if he stuck to his story, it was a certain hanging.

Well, I suggested that if he admitted to the killing and say that the rifle had

gone off accidentally,

well, the charge might get reduced to manslaughter.

Yeah, well, I never understood why after that. Anyway, Stoddard went along with

it and he was charged and tried with manslaughter.

We should have had him for murder.

He drove a wedge between Alf and I at the time, I can tell you.

And then Stardart had the gall to keep protesting his innocence. He claimed

Alf and I had framed him. He vowed from his prison cell to take revenge.

This might just be the start.

He is collected from prison by his brother Jack and his nephew Dennis.

You two go and see what Dennis has to say to himself.

Sir, Walker dropped by the man himself.

Let him know I'm in business.

His uniform's still in the wardrobe.

Don't let me keep his things.

Couldn't bear to let them go.

You know Stoddard's back.

I knew this day would come.

I'm sure he'll have the decency to leave you alone.

Well, if he doesn't, he'll have me to deal with.

Peter, you remember Mr Blaketon, Mr Ventry?

You were with my dad, didn't you?

Yeah, that's right.

The murderer who shot his mother out yesterday.

I know it's hard, Peter, but he's done his time. He's paid his debt to society.

And what about his debt to us?

He took my dad away.

Still, that's not paid nearly enough for that.

Hello, Jack.

Henry!

Henry!

Here you are.

Here we go.

First day back, you lot turn up like a bad smell.

Hello, Henry. P .C. Walker.

Len Walker's son.

You turned out a copper.

Oscar Blaketon and Alf Ventress had their windows put through last night.

Where were you around midnight?

Here, having a few drinks with old friends.

Didn't waste me first night of freedom breaking windows.

Mrs Dorard, is Dennis in?

Right here.

Machen always added in for our family, but I never killed him.

Hey, you ask your old man.

He knew I were innocent.

I was still at school at the time, but I do remember them saying that I'd got

the wrong man.

But then my father was never the best judge of these things.

Yeah, well, he knew where I were that night.

Really?

I'd stolen some sheep.

Fair enough.

I asked your dad to come to Whitby with me in the lorry.

Help me unload them onto a boat.

But he'd had a win on the horse as he went on the beer.

Let me down.

So I drove to Whitby alone.

Is this true?

Of course it's true.

Ask your old man.

I spent years inside for someone I never did, lad.

Whatever the truth, you can't get those years back.

I suggest you try and bury the past from now on.

Easier said than done, eh?

All right.

When you find your feet, it might be a good idea to have a word with Alf and

Oscar.

Try and clear the air with them.

Come on, what do you say?

Mr Blaketon said he heard a motorbike.

I noticed outside that you've got one.

Loads of people have motorbikes.

Yeah. Bit of a coincidence, though, isn't it?

Both the windows getting smashed the night that your uncle's released.

It's not fair dragging Dennis into this.

Dennis is a good man.

That's how it is with the Stoddards. You go to war with one of them, you take

the lot on.

Dennis don't want to get drawn into doing anything stupid.

Well, I'd best get back to the office.

It might be an idea for you to add a word with Stoddard. We don't want this

getting out of hand.

Do what?

I'll talk to that killer the day hell freezes over.

I don't think you'll have to wait that long, Oscar.

Little boy Blue over there suggested that you and me should have a little

After what you did last night.

There you go again, accusing innocent people.

You don't change, do you, Blaketon?

None of you are welcome in here.

So just get out!

I wouldn't want a drink in your company anyway.

See you, lad.

You can forget about Betty in the past.

I've had years of my life stolen from me.

Well, smashing windows won't bring them back. We didn't do that. More than your

windows I'd like to break.

All right, that's about enough.

Your dad must be very disappointed in you, Landon.

I'll get justice.

Bow my words.

I've cautioned you before about being too chummy with dubious characters from

your past. They're all older now. I thought if they talked it over... Stay

of it. I am not interested in ancient grudges, feuds. I am only interested in

upholding the law today.

Got it?

Sarge.

Oh, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy. If you've lost your driver's licence, then you need to

apply for a replacement.

How do I do that?

Vehicle, Taxation Office, North Allerton.

Oh, what a rigmarole.

They'll need to know when you obtained your licence and they'll want to see

identification.

Identification? Yeah. I don't know. A birth certificate.

I haven't got a birth certificate.

Oh, don't be daft, Peggy. Everybody's got a birth certificate.

Well, I haven't.

Not one I've seen, any road.

You'd be amazed at some of the things I've found up there. What like?

Bernie's old love letters.

There'll not be many of them.

Oh, what a shame.

Well, if you want old receipts for head gasket, he's got plenty of them. Not

quite the same thing, though, is it? No.

That's what I should do.

What, get receipts for head gaskets?

No, you daft ape.

No, go through all my old stuff, see if I can find my driving licence.

No, I always keep mine in the sideboard.

Oh, well, I'll show them yours then, shall I?

You can't do that. It's got my name on it.

David Stockwell.

They'd know it wasn't yours, you see.

Spoke to Dad on the phone earlier.

Oh?

He confirmed Stoddard asked him to go to Whitby to unload sheep.

Dad didn't go.

There was no way of knowing for sure where Henry was that night, but he still

reckoned he was innocent.

Family do, too.

I mean, Alf and Oscar weren't the sorts of coppers that would frame anybody.

Of course not.

And yet Henry's maintained his innocence ever since.

Why would he do that?

Who's that?

Hey, lad, that's me.

Oh, I was a smasher in them days.

Hourglass figure and everything.

Hey, look, one of me mam's old recipes.

First, obtain your chicken by fair means or foul.

Oh, do you get it? Foul chicken.

Unpaid bills.

Parking fines.

No kind of a driving licence.

And about what's in here.

Well, I'll be blowed.

I have never seen that before. It's my birth certificate.

Margaret Doris Pendleton. Your name's Peggy. Oh, well, Peggy's short for

Margaret, look.

Good Lord.

Who's that? It mentions me daddy.

Name of father.

Well, I'll be...

It's Peter that worries me.

Oh, why?

He's at a vulnerable age.

He's very upset about Henry Stoddard coming back to live here.

He's not the only one.

Peter's come out with some wild talk about avenging his father.

Would you like me to have a word with him?

I'd appreciate that, Oscar.

Younger, get out there and scrub that paint off.

Yes, Sergeant.

Bellamy, make inquiries in the vicinity.

See if anybody witnessed anything last night.

Well, we all knew who did it, Sarge. It's proven it that's the problem.

I don't want speculation.

I want evidence.

Alf, straight question.

Did you ever have any doubts over Stoddard's guilt?

Well, all the evidence certainly pointed that way.

But you weren't certain?

Well, I wasn't certain it was murder.

I mean, he was a wrong and all right. I never had him down as a killer.

And I thought the shooting was probably a tragic mistake.

He said PC Machen had problems with Henry before he was shot.

Well, sheep were being stolen up on the moors. Machen was sure that Stoddart was

behind it, but couldn't prove it.

I spoke with him on the day he was killed. He said...

I'm going to nail Henry Stoddart tonight, Alf.

Hours later, he was gunned down.

Do we still have the original paperwork on file?

It's not here. I doubt it's even at the division.

You'll probably find it at headquarters.

It's not really my job to go trawling through old casework.

How can I justify getting in there?

Well, it's where you get your bike service, isn't it? It's about time we

that done again.

You can pop in and see Betty Ancastle.

Mention my name.

What does the name Marmaduke Ashfordly mean to you, Oscar?

Marmaduke? Well, he was a former Lord Ashfordly, and when he died, he passed

title on to his younger brother, who was the father of the present Lord

Ashfordly. So Marmaduke was the present Lord Ashfordly's uncle?

Yes, why?

Well, if, for the sake of argument, this Marmaduke had had a child, they would

be a cousin of the present Lord Ashfordly.

Yes, but he died proudly.

Oh, no, he didn't.

Same with the father.

Marmaduke Darcy Percival Ashfordly.

Occupational landowner.

Well, this can't be genuine.

Oh, yes, it is.

I am a true -born Ashfordly, and one is now going to stake one's claim

to one's share of the old shebang.

Give me strength.

Alf Ventress. Oh, yes.

Such a strikingly handsome man.

Yes, that's right, that's Alf.

Turned quite a few heads in his time, I can tell you.

How can I help you, Constable?

You're off early.

Oh, it's my British Legion night.

Mrs Ventress always makes my tea half an hour earlier, because by the time I get

home... Yes, yes, off you go.

Oh, what happened to Walker?

Couldn't get hold of him earlier?

He's popped over to headquarters.

He's getting his bike serviced.

Found the original files.

Statements, et cetera.

Take them into the back there. You won't be disturbed.

That's great, Betty. Thank you.

Oh, and do give my fondest to Alf when you see him.

Betty, don't you think you should have written to him first?

What, you don't want to telephone him or something?

I want to surprise him, David.

What the... Allow me to introduce you to your new cousin, my lord.

Cousin? It's me.

Hello, cousin.

That's no way to treat family.

He took you out, did he? Yeah, suggested I come back when his solicitor was

present. He's very rattled, though. And that's because I am a... skeleton about

to pop out of his cupboard, David.

I've looked through the old files.

There's no real evidence to place Stoddard at the scene of the shooting.

all circumstantial. But cry out loud, Rob. He admitted it. He was sentenced by

court of law.

Can you spare half an hour?

When you and Alf got here, you found Machen lying dead.

Yes, and fresh tyre marks, which the CID matched up to Stoddard's car.

And over here on the tree, they found paint marks, which also matched up to

damage done to the wing of his car.

So his car was definitely here.

And it was his gun that fired the fatal shot.

No doubt about that. Look, Rob, leave this. He did it.

But his fingerprints weren't on the weapon. It had been wiped.

In his first statement, Stoddard claimed to have been in Whitby that night.

He couldn't produce a witness.

If he was there selling stolen sheep to a criminal gang, it's hardly surprising.

I've wasted enough time on this.

I'm off.

The evidence is circumstantial.

Yes, his cart and gun were used, but there's no proof that he was here

He did it, Rob.

That man is a cold -blooded murderer.

You got anything they want.

He's badly bruised, but nothing's broken.

Don't overtire him.

Take it easy, Alf.

Seems like you were very lucky.

He drove straight at me.

As though he was waiting for me.

Someone who knew your movements.

It's no secret. I never miss my British Legion night.

Car registration?

Make, model?

Headlights came on, full beam.

Hit me, and then it was gone.

It was a he, then.

I can't even be certain about that.

She's my, er, auntie.

What? She's Lord Ashfordly's cousin. Right, so... So that makes me...

..Lord Ashfordly's second cousin, twice removed.

The only things that have been twice removed are yours and Peggy's brains.

I suppose you heard about Al?

Oh, it's terrible business. How is he?

He's a bit shaken and bruised, but not by considering.

I'm getting there, Bernie.

I suggest you do some 1957 Spark Club receipts, Rob.

I'm sorting out Bernie's old paperwork.

He's got receipts going back to the 1940s.

I think I'll leave you to it.

From preliminary perusal, this certificate doesn't appear to be a

genuine, all right, pal.

I will, of course, need to have it properly authenticated.

Go ahead, John.

And if I am Marmaduke's daughter, then that means that the house and the estate

should rightfully be mine.

Sir, don't be ridiculous. The precise legal position regarding title to the

estate and so on may need to be clarified.

Well,

the sooner you clarify things, matey, the sooner we can get round to

the family silver.

Bye for now.

A preposterous!

Surely the estate can't belong to a dross meow baggage like her. Until this

resolved, I'd advise it in your lordship's interest to keep relations

on an amicable basis.

When are you not going to pull your fingers out?

Whoa, hold on, hold on. The man who murdered my father's just tried to kill

Ventress and you're letting him get away with it? What's going on here?

Henry Stoddard needs to be arrested and put back in prison. And who are you?

The son of the man he murdered.

Peter, what are you doing?

I'm telling him to do the job. I suggest you calm down, young man.

Come on, Peter.

You're just scared of him.

I'm so sorry.

Someone drove straight at him on the pavement.

Was it me?

Where were you yesterday evening?

With me and the kids.

Nothing to do with Dennis.

He's always had a clean licence. He needs it for his job.

What about your uncle? Where was he last night?

A man was seriously hurt. He could have been killed. If you know something, it's

your duty to tell us.

I don't...

You don't know me and I don't know you.

And I was happy to keep it that way.

But I'd be neglecting my duty if I didn't ask you where you were last night

around 10 .30.

We were both here, playing cards.

Yeah, I heard Alventra's gone knocked down.

Hope you're not implying it's had to do with yours. You threatened him recently

in the Aidensfield Arms.

Here we go. You lot can't wait to put me in the frame, get me back inside, yeah?

The only person I want inside is the driver of that car.

And if that turns out to be you, by God, I'll descend on you like a ton of

bricks.

And please don't be fooled.

I'm not always this good -humoured.

Lord Ashfordly has invited Auntie Peggy over for an afternoon's clay pigeon

shooting. followed by a proper sit -down nosh with silver cutlery, wine in

decanters and what have you.

Are you sure you know what knife and fork to use?

When you've blue blood in your veins, Oscar, like what I have, table etiquette

comes natural.

It's all in the breeding.

Better sling another of these down my neck before we go, dear.

You know, your dad was a good copper.

He had great respect for the law.

He wouldn't want his son getting into trouble.

What good's the law?

When killers are set free to terrorise people and get away with it. Just leave

that to the police, Peter.

Now, promise me you won't do anything silly.

For your own sake and for your ma 'am's.

Your dad would be saying exactly the same thing if he was here.

But he's not here, though, is he?

That's the whole point.

Your turn,

Margaret. Well, I always think that it's tame compared to a real thing.

Imagine the Duchess's feelings on having hatched out a brood.

To find her first son... What? ...so well mannered, her second rather stupid,

and her third plain rude.

Her eldest son, when in trouble, went white. Her second son looked blue... Too

good a record.

God's sake, woman, we're not shooting game today.

...the youngest son went red.

Damn fine marksmanship.

Ah, Tyronical Elf. If you hadn't got him to admit manslaughter, he would have

been hanged for murder.

Wouldn't be around now to run you over.

You don't know it was Henry Studdard. I didn't see who did it. Well, who else

could it have been?

All right, I'm off.

Enjoy your grades.

Alf, could someone else have taken Henry Studdard's car that night whilst he's

in Whitby?

Well, it's possible.

None of us locked our cars in those days.

Nor our rifles, for that matter.

So they could have driven over, shot Machen, and then taken the car and the

rifle back?

Yes. But who?

Why?

OK. Thanks, Al.

Look,

if there's one thing one can't hide in life, it's one's breeding, I always say.

Indeed. I mean, I've spent a lot of my life knocking about the Langdon Posse

states, and it's as though something instinctively drew me to them.

Like the poaching.

But on a day like this, putting one's snout in the trough with the likes of

well, one finally feels that one's come home.

Bottoms up, me dear.

Hello?

I popped in to check on Alf today.

You look lovely.

He was surrounded by women.

Was he, indeed? Two nurses, Mrs Ventress, of course, and someone called

Ah, Betty Ancastle. I discreetly left them to it.

Oh, she gave something to Alf to pass on to you.

Heathie Machen's old pocketbook.

She took a real risk getting me this.

Eh?

First legal pheasants I've ever bagged.

He let me keep them because they know that they are from the estate and should

rightfully be mine.

I still find that hard to believe.

Have you ever noticed the distinct resemblance between me and Lord

No. Me neither.

No, look, look. Come on, now look at that.

That is the classic Ashfordly profile.

We both have the same jawline. How can you tell? Your jaw's never closed long

enough to see.

Gina.

I was wanting a word, actually.

How's things going with you and Jack?

Not seen much of him recently.

Oh, he's away on a painting trip.

And we're getting on really well.

Oh, good.

Good. Good. Glad to hear it.

Thanks, Phil.

I suppose it would time we both moved forward.

Yeah, well, it's funny you should say that. And I know you'll be happy.

As long as you meet the right girl.

Not like what's -her -name you were seeing the other week.

Yeah.

Actually, I don't think I'll ever know that.

See you later, Gina.

Interesting.

A few days before PCMH was shot, he pulled in Dennis Stoddard on suspicion

drunk driving.

He damaged his car, wrapped it round the lamppost.

Who?

Well, his wife told me that he's always held a clean driving licence. He can't

have been prosecuted then.

Didn't a doctor have to verify drunk driving in those days?

Yes.

Just pop in here for a minute.

Oh, it's a long time ago. I don't recall Dennis being brought in for drink

driving. He certainly didn't go to court for it.

Well, Machen obviously thought he'd been drinking.

But the police doctor gave him the all -clear.

Or possibly there's another explanation.

They're not open yet.

Hiya, Phil.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm glad you've popped in, actually.

I didn't offend you last night, did I?

Just thought you seemed to go off in a bit of a hurry.

No, no, I'm fine. I just wanted to see you.

Phil, are you trying to tell me something?

Yes. Well, no, not actually, I mean...

Well, yes, really, yes.

But, um... No, it's probably not the best time.

Thanks. Are you all right?

Are you all I've got today?

Yeah.

PC Walker just phoned in to say he's out on an inquiry.

Bellamy and Lee, Ventresson Hospital.

Answer that, would you?

My son's gone missing.

His bed hasn't been slept in.

I'm sorry, madam. He's disappeared.

He took the shotgun and cartridge in.

I can remember the car being brought in. He'd wrapped it round a lamppost right

dated with him.

I don't suppose you remember the date, do you? Not that long ago. You're

I do recollect Dennis was very worried about losing his licence and his job as

delivery driver.

Oh, thanks, Bernie.

Be grateful if you kept checking for me, Rosie.

Oh, no problem.

I've traced the police doctor from the time.

Oh, great, thanks.

Dr Dudley Bannon. He's retired now, but he's happy to talk to you.

Great, I'll see you there. Found it, Ross!

Invoice and receipt, both dated.

Wow.

Thanks, Rosie.

Good morning, cousin.

A lovely day out there on our estate.

Do you have a particular reason for calling?

I do, actually.

You see, despite our blood ties, cousin, I would say, as people, you and me are

chalk and cheese, agree?

Absolutely. I mean, whatever you think of me, I am no mug. I'd be very

uncomfortable living here.

No? Yes, I'm more used to a life out in the fields, not lounging around in posh

drawing rooms.

So I am prepared to make a deal.

Let you keep the house and the estate in return for, well, shall we

say, a substantial lump sum to compensate me. I'll go back to my way of

I'll leave you to yours.

What did you have in mind?

£50 ,000.

Absolutely not. Look what you've made me do.

Just get out.

You'll regret that, cousin.

Be in court.

Thank you very much for agreeing to meet with us, Dr Banner.

Excuse me, I'd better take that.

I know it's a long time ago, but you do remember the case.

It happened a few days before P .C. Machen was killed.

Control to Delta Alpha... 24, over.

Go ahead, Sarge.

Pretty likely Peter's headed up to the Stoddard place.

Get up there as soon as you can. I'll meet you there.

Sorry, I've got to go. Rob, Dr Bannon said Dennis Stoddard was definitely

when he examined him. No fit state to drive.

So why didn't they charge him?

Well, didn't you say the police had discretionary powers in those days?

Please, he may not have let him off.

Maybe Machen didn't let him off at all.

Thank you, Dr Barron.

See you later.

What now?

Until we find Machen, I suggest you keep your wits about you.

Has he actually threatened to shoot Henry?

He's sworn to revenge his father's killing.

Your guess is as good as mine as to what that means.

And that's all you prefer to do, then, is it?

Hmm? Tell me to keep me wick about me. I've alerted headquarters, and they're

going to send backup.

And one of my officers is on his way. You ought to be glad to see Uncle

shot. I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

He's out there somewhere, aren't.

I've got young children.

It'd be better for us all if you just moved away somewhere.

Hey, hey!

I've lost 15 years of my life.

Haven't you lost me family and friends as well, then, Emma?

Looks like your backup's arrived.

It's like

facing a loaded gun yourself, you murderer.

Don't give me that.

Back off!

Pull that trigger, son.

You'll not avenge your father.

You'll kill an innocent man.

What happened?

It's Machen.

He's wearing a police uniform.

It's Machen.

This is the police.

Step outside now with your shotgun broken.

Shoot me, son.

They'll leave you to rot in prison.

Now, I'd not wish that on any man.

Okay, we're coming in. Very slowly.

Just stay back.

This will solve nothing.

No harm's been done yet, Peter.

Shoot, and you kill a man who could well be innocent.

What are you talking about? He killed me, Dad!

Information's come to light that throws doubt on the case.

Hand the gun over.

Let's sort it out.

See?

We're both victims.

Don't ruin your life from nowt.

Take a nap.

So... What's this new information?

I think Dennis knows.

When PC Mason pulled you for drink driving, I think he offered to turn a

eye in return for you getting evidence on your uncle's sheep stealing.

He doesn't know what you're talking about.

When Henry was in Whitby...

With his lorry load of sheep.

You borrowed his car to go to a meeting with P .C. Machen. Got my own car. I had

my own car. Why would I need to borrow it? Not that night you hadn't.

You'd wrapped it around a lamppost.

It was filling for repair at Scripps Garage.

At the meeting, something went wrong.

You shot P .C. Machen with Henry's gun.

Then you dumped the car and the gun and wiped your prints clean, didn't you?

It was an accident.

He told me I'd lose my licence if I didn't grass on you. He kept on and on.

Your rifle was in the car.

I picked it up.

It just went off.

I panicked. I didn't know what to do.

Drove the car back.

The day after when they arrested you, I was really scared.

They still hanged people then.

Sorry.

So sorry.

I've got a wife, children.

I didn't want all this to come out now.

I tried to fix it so they'd put you back in jail or move you from here.

You drove the car at Ventress.

Smashed the windows, all to set Henry up.

Shall I tell you a...

My own son.

This family's cursed.

I've spent 15 long years in jail.

Now, stud arts will pay twice over.

But same crime.

Well, I'm looking forward to hearing your offer.

The birth certificate.

is confirmed as being genuine.

What did I tell you?

However, information therein is not.

What do you mean?

It seems that my uncle, Marmaduke Ashfordly, died out in India a full year

before you were born.

Work it out.

The Marmaduke Ashfordly on your certificate is either someone else of

name, or it's an imposter who lied to your mother, or the entry was a

falsification on her part.

In any event, I get no dough, is that it?

Precisely. Goodbye, Mrs Armstrong.

Well, villain or not, I ought to take away that man's liberty.

Ruin his life.

You can't blame yourself, Oscar.

CID did a full investigation.

They have Machen's pocketbook.

They should have looked harder at the evidence they had in front of them.

Well, the case was so clear -cut. It was his gun, his car.

All the evidence was against him and he had no alibi.

They weren't even looking for anyone else.

I always used to blame you, Alf. I helped him get away with manslaughter.

Well, thank God you did.

Otherwise he would have been hanged. At least it's finally been cleared up.

I much prefer you as you are rather than if you'd become Lady Ashfordly.

Do you, my love?

That's nice.

Flippin' heck.

Look what the cat's trapped in.

Gina.

Everybody.

Somebody I'd like you all to say hello to.

That's from today.

She'll be no longer known as Debbie Black.

But Mrs Bellamy.

My wife.

I haven't set fire to anything.

If they think I have, let them prove it.

Look at that scene.

Virgin territory.

Crying out for an advertising hoarding.