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

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

They say that you're planning to get down.

All I like to do.

Tell me that.

Say that you've been seen with some other man.

That he's tall, dark, and handsome.

And you're holding his hand.

Darling, I was counting on you.

Tell me that it isn't true.

I know that some other man is holding you tight.

It hurts me a lot that nothing's right.

Ah, one large malt.

Right, Sir Richard?

All of these other things that I have heard, I don't want to believe them.

All I want is your word.

So darling, you better come through.

Tell me that it isn't true.

Can I give you this, Mr. Blaketon?

You know I'm always on the lookout for new stories.

Running a busy pub like this, you must hear quite a few goings -on.

Perhaps you could let me know any juicy ones.

What makes you think I'll do that, Mr. Downing? Because I pay for good tip

-offs.

I'll make it worth your while, OK?

He's a nasty piece of work.

He'll be getting no tip -offs out of me.

Nor me. I thought he did to Benny a few weeks ago.

20 Palm Drive, please.

So, Constable, what's happening in the great big wicked world of Aidensfield?

Very little, I hope. Have a criminal nature, anyway. That's the spirit.

Never let a crime come between you and your next cup of tea.

Right.

Oh, no.

I don't know how anybody even had time to do it. I couldn't have been away for

two minutes, boss.

Don't suppose you saw anything, officer?

No, sir.

Well, don't just stand there, man.

Start asking around to see if anybody else did.

All I want is your word.

So darling, I'm counting on you.

Tell me that it isn't true.

Well, nobody over there saw anybody messing about with a car.

Take me home, Briscoe. Right, Sir Richard.

I shall, of course, expect a full investigation of this matter, officer.

Right, sir.

Thanks, Gina.

Thanks, Peg. Tra!

Of course you know who that is, don't you? Should I?

That is Sir Richard Lonsdale QC, known for the tabloid as the Tiger of the Old

Bailey. Recently retired, and he and his wife have moved back to Wetherdale

Hall. Really?

I'd better see if anyone here saw anything, then. Good idea.

Hello, David.

What have you got there, then?

Oh, it's the new radio.

Actually, I've just got the jumble sailed out of the church hall.

Is it a bit battered?

Well, it works, though.

Go on, then.

Switch it on.

I reckon you got yourself a bit of a bargain there, David.

Yeah, I like a bit of radio myself, for a change.

Morning story.

And, of course, everything on the third programme.

What other stations can you get?

Oh.

Where are you, Rob? Over.

Just leaving the Eddinsfield Arms. I wanted to report an incident. Over.

Go ahead. Over.

Seems someone vandalised a vehicle parked outside.

Took a nasty scratch out of the paintwork.

Hang on.

That's the police.

Sir Richard Lonsdale. Yeah, they're just outside.

I'll bet a chance he's stationed.

Oh, don't be bad.

It's got to be illegal listening to the police.

They don't know who we are, do they? What if they find out? Well, I can say.

Still seems a bit risky to me, though, Peg. But then it's only by taking risks

that the great fortunes of the world are made, Rosie. I can't see how

eavesdropping on police broadcasts are going to make anybody's fortune.

But then that's because you aren't blessed with my imagination, isn't it,

My gift for literal thinking.

Here.

So, did you report it to the police?

A member of the local plod promised to make a few inquiries. I'm not holding my

breath. In my experience, they're worse than useless, these country coppers.

So touching, though, Richard, your faith in your fellow human beings.

Will you still be wanting to go off on your usual rides, Sir Richard? Of

But first, I must make a phone call.

Can I help you, squire?

I was just admiring the house.

Only you do realise this is private property, don't you? I'm sorry, I'm

didn't.

Some house, eh?

You want to work, coach? I do, yes.

I've just had the deputy chief constable on about you.

He's had a Sir Richard Lonsdale on.

Wanted to know the... progress you've been making in investigating the

vandalising of his Bentley?

None so far, Sarge.

Did you ask around, presumably?

Yes, Sarge.

Nobody saw anything. Then ask harder, would you?

It seems that Sir Richard has powerful friends at court.

Yes, Sarge.

Find a Britain, please.

Hello again.

Oh, hello.

Can I get you one?

Yeah, go on, then. Yeah, I'll have an half with you.

And a half, please, my lord.

You see, David, newspapers pay for tip -offs.

And the way I see it, if we keep tuned in to that police wave band, we're bound

to find some things that they'll be interested in. So tomorrow, me and you

going to pay a visit to the Gazette offices.

Oh, do I really have to come on, Peggy?

Well, it's just I'm not very good at that sort of thing. We're only going to

find out whether they pay or not. You don't have to say a word.

Just listen and learn.

Somebody had a go at your gaffer's Bentley, I heard. Yeah, that's right,

What is it about Bentley that brings out the worst in people, eh?

So what's he like to work for? Oh, he's not a bad block at all, really.

Yeah, as long as everything's done just right.

Oh, yeah. He's a stickler, you see, for routine.

He gets home at exactly the same time every day, and his breakfast has to be

the table waiting for him.

He has to be brought down here for one large malt at exactly 12 o 'clock.

And when he gets home, he wants his horse ready within five minutes for his

daily ride.

Always the same route and over exactly the same distance.

Waiting for you

Is he all right?

He's still breathing.

I'll get the doctor.

Rob, we've had a report of a riding accident at

Wetherdale Hall.

Sounds like your friend Sir Richard.

Over. Has Helen been alerted? Over.

She alerted us.

Over. OK, on my way. Out.

Well, David, it looks like we're in business.

Stay right where you are, Sir Richard, until the ambulance arrives.

It should be here any moment.

How is he?

There's no loss of sensation, but I'll have to get him checked back at the

hospital.

So he must have been thrown, then.

Hardly.

You're the editor of this paper, Mr... Pulver. Mr Pulver. Good. Well, now, me

and my nephew may be able to offer you a service.

Very interesting.

Now, as I understand it, you pay for tip -offs, right?

As long as they turn out to be reliable.

No problem on that score.

I can ask you how you obtained this information. Oh, come on, now.

You of all people must realise that we journalists have to protect our sources.

Excuse me a minute.

Right.

Hold on, let's talk, will you?

So, how much do you pay?

What are those two doing here?

Attempted murder. If that rope had caught him full in the throat, it would

definitely have broken his neck.

I presume he's been taken to hospital?

Yeah. You best get yourself over there.

I really think you ought to have stayed in overnight,

Richard.

They obviously thought you should have done it.

If only for observation.

Place one of their poisonous hospital breakfasts. And thank you.

Sir

Richard!

Sir Richard!

Someone got it in for you.

Where did the rope hit?

Go to that devil.

Just want the truth. You heard what he said. Now get lost. Go on.

Can I have a word, please, sir?

Well, in fact, I want a word with you.

Sir, have you any idea who might have strung that rope across?

An old enemy of yours, perhaps?

British jails are full of old enemies of mine.

What interests me more, though, is how on earth the press got hold of it so

quickly. It could only have come from you people.

I think that's pretty unlikely, actually, sir. Who the hell else would

got it from?

They had chapter and verse, Constable.

They obviously also knew all about the rope.

The very last thing a retired QC of my eminence needs is that kind of

I realise how you must feel, sir, but the press can be pretty bolshy about

told what they can and cannot publish. I see about that.

I'll have you excuse me. I'm going to lie down.

I don't suppose you have any idea who might have pulled a stunt like that,

Lonsdale? I'm afraid I haven't, Constable.

Though, as Richard says, he has accumulated his fair share of enemies

years.

You're Sir Richard's regular chauffeur, right?

Yeah, chauffeur, odd job man. You name it, I'll do it.

I don't suppose you've seen anyone hanging around the place past few days,

you? Yeah, it's funny you should mention that. There was a bloke looking at the

house only yesterday.

And when I bumped into him down the Edenfield Arms last night, he was

me about Sir Richard.

Do you know his name?

No, I've never seen him before.

What did he look like?

Six foot, short hair, 30, sort of lived in face, you know.

And you've no idea where he lives?

No.

Right, well, if you bump into him again, you'll let me know, right? Yeah, I'll

do that, yeah.

at the police station.

Here you, sir. Yes, just a moment.

Deputy Chief Constable.

Now what?

Yes, sir.

Well, there's no way they were tipped off from here.

Although we did have a reporter call in about it.

Yes, of course. I'll phone the editor right away.

Yes, sir.

The Sir Richard Lonsdale QC is beginning to get right up my nose.

You didn't field any questions from the press about this, did you, Younger?

No, Sarge. Well, maybe somebody from the hospital tipped them off.

Well, they were damn quick if they did.

Anyway, get me the editor of the Gazette on the line, would you?

Much good, mate. Do me.

Right, Sarge.

Oh, Younger!

Put the kettle on.

Yes, yes, of course.

I understand.

Any choice, Sergeant?

They put the paper to bed half an hour ago, which is going to make me very

popular down at Division.

Briscoe tells me they've just collected the Bankley to have that scratch

repaired.

So I'm going to have to borrow your car for a couple of days.

Do you need it now?

Yes, I thought I'd go down to the club.

Have a leisurely steam.

Well, you won't find it very comfortable with that collar on.

I expect I'll manage.

Thank you.

Right, Briscoe.

Down to the club.

And her ladyship's car.

Right.

She talked too much. She laughed too loud.

You see her face in the moving crowd.

What are you doing?

Making sure

That nobody fiddles with this and we end up losing the police wavelength.

Well, what happens if you want to listen to Morning Story?

Or the third programme?

Life's about priorities.

And at present, our first priority is making a bob or two.

So,

will you

be needing me at all tonight?

No, I don't think so.

See you tomorrow.

Hello, Dickie.

Long time no see.

What the hell are you doing here? Not very polite.

I can remember a time when you was a bit friendlier.

Those were the days, though, eh? Back in swinging London.

I have to tell you, I was delighted when I saw you in that Bentley yesterday.

How nice for you that you'd retired to the country while I was still inside.

If you knew the trouble I went to to try and track you down.

Still worth it in the end, I dare say.

Get off my land, or I'll have someone throw you off.

No, no, you wouldn't want to make a scene.

Incidentally, that's a very nice country club you're a member of these days.

The Carstairs.

I considered joining myself, but when I saw what they charged for membership,

way out of my league, I'm afraid.

Mind you, I did wonder what they might think if they knew what some of their

members got up to.

Or what Lady Lonsdale might think for that matter. I strongly advise you,

Morton, to stay well away from my wife.

What is it you want, anyway?

Money, I suppose.

You usually did.

Well, since you mention it, times are hard.

You stitch me up and you owe me.

You do realise I could call the police?

You can't do that, can you?

After all, what am I coming out in court if they put me in the dock?

See, I couldn't say too much last time, not without getting myself into even

more serious trouble.

But now, what have I got to lose?

I've done my time, thanks to you.

All right.

How much?

Shall we say two thou to be going on with? I don't have that kind of money in

the house.

It's all right, you can drop it off at my cottage tomorrow.

It's on Langham Lane, on the edge of the village.

It's called Honey Cottage.

Isn't that sweet?

Joke, here!

Now then, what we really need is a rotor.

What are you talking about?

Well, to take it in turns to listen in. So I'll take the first watch, and then

later on you can take the second.

Hey, do you think we really ought to be doing this?

Old Chinese proverb, David, love.

Never look giftos in mouth.

Besides, don't you find it exciting?

Not really, no.

What's the address of this cottage, sir?

Yeah, I know that.

If you wouldn't mind waiting there for me, I'll be five minutes.

Yes, David.

Actually, I just wanted to ask you something, Mr Blaketon.

All right.

Right, say you had this friend who had this radio, right, and he discovered

you could pick up police broadcasts on it. I mean, quite by accident.

Well, could he get into trouble for that?

You know, just for listening, like?

Well, not just for listening, he couldn't.

So what's the score?

Over. Has to be murder, Sarge. He's been shot in the chest. Over.

So when do you reckon it might have happened? Over.

Well, there was a half -eaten dinner on the table. So I'd say last night.

Over.

Saw you down at the Gazette office, right?

So?

So can I buy you a drink?

Oh, thanks.

I'm very particular about who I drink with.

I'll tell you something else for free.

Me and my Aunt Peggy are going to put you out of business.

Oh, are you? Yeah.

Because we've got this radio that picks up police broadcasts, right?

So there's nothing that goes on round here that we don't hear about first.

Really?

See how I did on the way?

I just found this on the floor, sir.

You'd better put it back where you found it.

And look what else I found.

And that's Sir Richard Lonsdale.

And there's Morton.

Now, if you read these cuttings, they refer to a case a few years ago when

Morton got four years for beating up some bloke in a pub in London.

Now, according to one of these, Sir Richard Lonsdale was prosecuting, and

reckon it was the ferocity of his summing up that gave Morton such a

sentence.

Well, that gives him a motive.

Is it feasible that he set the ambush up?

It seems a strong possibility, Sarge, yes.

Right. Get over to Wetherdale Hall.

See what Sir Richard has to say about all this, Sarge.

Oh! Oh, David!

David, you'll never believe what's happened.

There's been a murder. I heard it on the radio.

Where? In a cottage up on Langham Lane.

Somebody's been shot.

Hey, you're not thinking of passing that on to the babies, are you? Oh, no, no.

No, passing on stuff like traffic accidents and that, that's one thing,

don't want anything to do with any murders.

It's a shame, though, really.

I mean, a tip -off like that would certainly be worth a bob or two.

Yes, sir?

Neil Downing, freelance journalist.

I know who you are, Mr Downing.

And what can we do for you, Mr Downing?

It's more a case of what I can do for you, actually, Sergeant.

Oh? You do realise your police broadcasts are being monitored?

Oh, yes.

That's not against the law.

And the information's been sold on as tip -offs to the local paper?

And that is against the law?

And would you happen to know who might be doing this?

Does the name David Stockwell mean anything to you, Sergeant?

And his famous Aunt Peggy?

Yes, Constable.

The Mona was asking questions about Sir Richard the other day.

I'll need you to come down to the station later on to idea a photograph of

Why, has there been some further development?

We had a murder last night.

A murder?

Is Sir Richard in?

Yeah, he's round the back.

In fact, that's him now, keeping down the rabbit population.

Thanks.

You do remember the case then, sir?

I remember all my cases, Constable.

But this was years ago.

We have reason to believe that it was Morton who ambushed you the other day.

So have you arrested him?

He was shot and killed last night.

Really?

Not that I'm surprised, mind you.

He was always a nasty piece of work.

Destined to come to a bad end.

He hadn't by any chance made any attempt to contact you, had he, sir?

Why on earth would he do that?

Well, if he was the one who had strung that rope between the trees, there's

every possibility he might have.

After all, according to the cuttings we found in his cottage, you really took

him to pieces in court a few years ago.

I haven't seen him since I saw him being taken down, and I certainly haven't

heard from him.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to be getting on with.

Excuse me, sir.

Your rifle.

I'm going to have to get it over to a ballistics immediately to eliminate any

match with the bullet.

You're not seriously suggesting I had anything to do with the shooting of that

wretched man?

At this stage, I'm not suggesting anything, sir.

Could you also account for your movement last night between, say, eight o 'clock

and the rest of the evening?

I most certainly can.

I had dinner, I watched the news on television, then I went to bed.

But don't take my word for it.

My wife would be most happy to confirm it. In fact, why don't you ask her on

your way out?

You'll find her in the conservatory.

Lady Longdown?

Yes. P .C. Walker, Ashford League Police. Yes, I remember.

Your husband tells me that he spent all last night here with you. Can you

confirm that?

There's obviously been some mistake, Constable.

Or else his memory's playing tricks on him.

Which I have to say is quite unlike Richard.

I was here, certainly, but he was out for the whole evening.

In fact, it must have been well after midnight when he got back.

Really?

She's gone stark staring mad.

That's what she tells us, sir.

And she has given a statement to that effect.

I'd like to make a phone call.

Of course, sir.

Would that be to your solidity?

No. It'll be to my chauffeur, Briscoe.

So, what exactly has Miller asked you to do?

About young David, I mean.

Well, catch them red -handed if we can.

Which I wouldn't have thought would be that difficult.

Neither of them being what you might call candidates for this year's Brain of

Britain.

You rolled in Sir Richard Lonsdale on suspicion of the murder last night,

That's right.

Well, I mean to tell you that he couldn't have done it because he never

house. Our information is that he was out the entire evening.

Well, then your information's wrong.

That information was given to us by Lady Lonsdale herself. She's mistaken.

She does get confused sometimes, usually after her first couple of drinks of the

morning.

And how can you be so sure he was in the house?

Well, two reasons.

One, because I saw him in there through the window, having been in my flat all

evening. And the other reason?

Well, because I only went to bed myself at about two o 'clock in the morning,

and he certainly never asked me to drive him anywhere. Well, couldn't he have

driven himself?

No, he can't.

And drive, I mean.

I can't believe you're still questioning me, Sergeant.

We've just had a call from Ballistics confirming your rifle was the murder

weapon.

What? Under the circumstances, I must request that you remain here until

had a word with the CID.

Take him back to the interview room, would you, Younger?

This way. Take your hands off me, boy.

Somebody's lying.

Could even be Briscoe, to give his boss an alibi.

Hell of a thing to do, though, in a murder case.

And Sir Richard doesn't exactly strike me as being the kind of boss who'd

inspire that kind of loyalty.

Or me.

So why's his wife lying, if she is lying?

Well, at least we've got the murder weapon, Sarge. To which Sir Richard had

access.

As did his wife, presumably.

And Briscoe, since he's living on the premises.

Now, it seems to me, Sarge, that the bit of the puddle that's missing...

You're the motive.

I mean, why would any of the three of them want to kill Morton?

I wonder whether we should have another look at Morton's cottage, see if we

missed anything.

Wouldn't do any harm, I suppose.

Until I threw it all away Love is

all there is It makes the world go round Love and only

love It can't be denied No matter what you

think about it You just won't be able to do without it

How well did you know Morton, Sir Richard?

As far as I was concerned, he was simply another case I dealt with.

But you knew him before that.

Did I?

Didn't you?

We'd met, yes.

So would you describe yourself as friends, possibly?

Close friends.

Hardly.

Only you seemed quite close in this photograph we found amongst his

I mean, I wouldn't have thought many people would feel free to call you...

Dickie.

Especially somebody like Morton.

And the other thing that's baffling me is how you ended up ripping him apart in

court like that, if you were so close.

Unless there'd been a falling out between the two of you.

I think, Sergeant, I should like to have my solicitor present.

Of course.

Sir, come on. Whose idea was it?

Well, yours, I suppose.

I'm sorry, I don't know what you're on about.

I'm talking about this new cottage industry that you've just launched.

Listening in to police broadcasts and tipping off the local paper for money.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I still don't know what you're on about.

Listen, Peggy, I'm trying to do you a favour. I'm laying my head on the block.

I'm not doing it for your sake, but certainly for his.

You've been reported.

Oh, by?

A certain journalist who resented you muscling in on his patch.

Who was it, Downing?

Who else?

Well, how did he find out?

Well, my information is, is the little bird he told him.

Isn't that so, David?

Oh, David, you didn't.

Well, I didn't mean to. Which is after what you did to...

Bernie, I... Well, he just got me going, that's all.

It's me own fault, I suppose, for involving him in this in the first

listen. Tonight there's going to be a broadcast about a big job that's coming

up. Only there isn't a job. It's been set up to catch you two red -handed.

So whatever you hear on the radio, don't go anywhere near it, or Miller will

have you.

Why did you tell us your husband was out Tuesday night?

According to Briscoe, you were both in all evening.

How would Briscoe know he wasn't here?

Wasn't he?

No, he was out the entire evening.

Must have been the small hours before he got back.

I heard the car driving up.

My car.

He claimed he was in all evening.

His word against mine.

Have you ever been in this before?

No, I can't say that I have.

It was found in the cottage where Morton was shot.

Was it really?

Do many people call your husband Dickie?

I can't think of anyone who'd dare.

Does it surprise you then to see it written on this photo?

It would have done before yesterday when Morton called round to see my husband

and I caught the gist of their conversation and realised from that that

were old friends.

Well...

rather more than old friends.

You never realised until then?

Well, I had an idea that Richard had some sort of double life, but I never

just what it was he got up to.

The amazing thing was how brazen he was when I challenged him about it.

He told me the whole story.

How Morton had picked a fight with the new lover Richard had found.

Oh, come on, younger, of course.

And prettier, presumably.

Beat him within an inch of his life.

And Richard got his revenge by representing the other boy in court,

of his legendary performances, which resulted in Morton being given a quite

savage sentence.

So, was your husband here Tuesday night, or wasn't he?

Yes, Constable, he was here.

Then why did you tell us he wasn't? I suppose I was taking my revenge.

After all, it isn't every day that a wife finds out that for the last 20

of her marriage, all she's been providing is cover for her husband's

proclivities.

All right, younger, there's your script.

Precisely six o 'clock, you make your first announcement.

Does that mean you've got the address?

Yes, Sarge. Be there in good time.

Will I get into trouble for lying to you?

Under the circumstances, I'll see what I can do, but we'll have to see what

Sergeant Miller does.

Has Briscoe worked for you long?

Not long, no.

It is confirmed as Damson's Factory, Monument Road.

All units start to move into position.

That's it, David.

The dummy broadcast.

You're not thinking of trying to sell that, are you? What I'm thinking, David,

is if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being bested by the likes of

Downing. And what's more, I've just had a very malicious idea concerning that

gentleman.

Well... What are you going to do?

You said that on the night of the murder you were here all evening.

That's right, yeah. According to Lady Lonsdale, you were out all evening and

didn't get back to the early hours.

Well, I should obviously be lying again.

I've been hitting the bottle even harder than usual. Then there's the question

of the fingerprints.

What fingerprints?

On the stock of the rifle.

Which rifle?

Sir Richard's.

You see, we were expecting to find his dabs on it, but the others, well,

a bit more puzzling.

So I'd like to ask you to come to the station and give me a set of yours.

Right.

I'll get my jacket.

Here we go.

What's that phrase?

Low, down and dirty.

Only, when I'm doing this, I want you to go and get the drinks in.

Preferably next to our friend, Mr Downing.

Clothes of sand have covered your face.

Given you meaning, taken my place.

They'll make your way on down to the sea.

Something's taken you.

You

going

somewhere?

David! David!

You'll never guess what I've just heard. Coming over the police waybound.

A paradise. There's this big police operation going on up at Damsden's

Some international gang, they reckon. And the police are there now, waiting

them.

Why did you do a runner, Mr Briscoe? I was scared, weren't I?

I know what you coppers are like when you get us inside the nick. You've had

experience of that before, have you?

You weren't perhaps worried about the fingerprints on the rifle matching up

yours?

Well, were you or weren't you?

Why did you shoot him, Mr Briscoe?

Did Sir Richard put you up to it? No, he had nothing to do with it.

Look, that little toad were blackmailing him, right?

Threatening to ruin him.

I couldn't just stand by and let him do that.

Not when I saw her affecting Sir Richard.

It hurt me to see how upset he was.

It means the world to me.

Look, I didn't mean to kill Morton. I just meant to scare him off, you know.

then I saw him standing there, and the next thing I just... But Sir Richard

nothing about any of this.

I did it for him, but it were all my own idea, you know. It was just to scare

him off.

It's the Downing.

Fancy meeting you here.

I was batting.

Saw your car.

Wondered what was going on.

I think there's a very peculiar sound coming from your boot.

Do you know?

That sounds like a police broadcast.

I repeat, the Foxes are approaching the coop.

I never saw that before in my life.

That's what they all say.

Isn't it, Mr Downing?

Sir.

Can I see him?

As you're a material witness in a case, I'm afraid not, sir.

Walker?

I could have sworn that the forensic report said that the rifle was key in

fingerprints. Really, Sarge?

Good job Briscoe doesn't get a copy of that report, then.

There you go.

I'll get these.

After your real gotten gains, I suppose.

Now then, Oscar.

So, who are we drinking to?

How about Mr Downing?

Now then, David, tomorrow, me and you are going to do a bit of shopping.

Well, really, what for?

To get you a new radio call.

We were just giving Malcolm here a lift. Malcolm?

Malcolm's my husband.

He's dead.

Jack!

Mushrooms.

I'm home.

Not that easy.

I'm married again.

Not as yet.

It's Malcolm, can't you see?

Get him out of here!