All language subtitles for heartbeat_s17e02_heirs_apparent

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.