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

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

Hang on, Neil.

I'll just be a couple of minutes.

What are you doing, Dad?

Did you speak to the caterers? Yeah,
just need to finalise the menu.

Flowers for the church.

Eileen wants to do that.

Great.

So, photographer, cake, best man. Did
you speak to Phil? No, not yet.

Well, don't worry. I will.

Oh, I'm all right, I suppose. I'm just
worrying about the business. It's dead

quiet. It's understandable.

I've so seen as you're an undertaker.

No, seriously.

I haven't seen a customer for weeks.

You'll be all right. We'll have a bit of
luck. There'll be another great plague

along any minute.

It's not funny, Claude.

You're beginning to think you're right.

You'd better get me another scotch
before I'm too upset to enjoy it.

You all right, Gina?

Sorry. There's a court appearance
tomorrow.

Well, it's only a licensing application.

You'll be fine.

I know, but I'm still not sure if I'm
doing the right thing.

Well, you're running the place already,
Gina.

And you're doing a really good job.

And anyway, I'll be here to help you.

Steve? What's this?

What's what?

American beer.

I didn't order this. No, that was me.

It's new. Thought we could try some.

You thought?

Yeah, I should have told you. Sorry.

And since when do you do the ordering?

Well, you just have to send it back.

You off then? Oh, yes.

That's enough for one day.

Alf, has Nick said much to you about the
wedding arrangements?

How do you mean?

You don't know he's going to be a best
man, do you?

No, I don't.

Because I thought being his mate and
that... Oh, he hasn't asked you, then?

No.

Still, a bit of time to go yet.

And I'm the obvious choice, aren't I?

Well, I wouldn't raise your hopes too
much. He's probably asked one of his

friends from the Met, or one of the
Rowan tribe. There's plenty of them.

I suppose so.

Come on. What's the matter, Dad?

I told you, nothing.

He's up on Chapton Moor, just off the
road from Pukton to Ashfordly.

Uh, no.

No, I can't tell you.

You're not to say a word about this. You
promise.

Yeah?

Letter for you. Hmm?

Print the postmark.

You enjoyed your trip, didn't you?

Of course, Katie.

Same man coming from far away.

Oh, well.

Absence makes the heart and all that.

What are you doing today, Katie?

Trying on the bridesmaid's dress.

Are you? We're going round to Alice
Jessop's first. She's due out of

this morning.

And then we'll try on the bridesmaid's
dress.

Happy to be going home. Oh, I can't
wait.

I'm all right, Maggie.

If I can manage.

You need to take it steady, Mrs Jaffer.

It can take a while to recover from a
stroke. Oh, I feel like a spring lamb.

I thought we should consider having
someone living in.

Well, all that's under control.

I've taken your advice.

I've had the time for a housekeeper.

Sammy Maxton was taken into Ashfordly
General last night. There was an

call around 9 .15.

He'd been shot and lost a lot of blood.

Do we know anything about him?

He's a gamekeeper at Houghton. He's
still critical, but stable.

And Bellamy's been at the hospital all
night, so I want you, Rowan, to go and

take over.

Now, we need to talk to him as soon as
he's fit.

Who phoned the emergency services?

It was anonymous.

A male voice.

Benjamin? You get over to Puckton, see
if you can snip out anything.

Well, could this be an accident, Sarge?

Could be, Ventress.

It could be attempted murder.

Now then.

Claude! Glad you got my message.

You're not wasting my time. Not another
load of rubbish, is it? Come here.

Come and see what I've got for you. Eh?

Eh, this is a beauty, this is.

Ho, ho, ho.

Just look at that.

That's funny colour for a snooker table,
isn't it? A snooker table? That's not a

snooker table.

American pool table.

That's all the craze that is.

Like in the film, The Hustler.

It's like snooker, but they've got
numbered balls, you see.

Numbered balls? Eh.

What are they for? People who are
colourblind? What, what, what?

What will I do with it? It's a business
investment, isn't it? Something like

that. You can rent it out to pubs and
clubs. They'll be screaming for

like this. I thought anyone with a bit
upstairs could make a killing from

something like that.

That's what I thought of you, Claude.

Oh, they're lovely, Eileen.

What a welcome home.

Shall I put them over there?

Yes, that'll be fine, dear.

Katie, would you like a biscuit?

Come on, then.

Now, put your medicine and pills on the
kitchen table, Miss Jessop. All the

instructions are written down. And don't
forget... No alcohol.

Do I have to hide that gin bottle?
Honestly.

I'll go.

Oh, quite a party, isn't it?

Mrs Jessop?

No, I'm a friend of hers.

Can I help you?

Oh, hello, I'm Alan Lester. I saw her
advertisement in the newspaper.

About the housekeeper's post.

I'm a qualified butler.

Does his girlfriend know anything?

I haven't had a chance to speak to her
yet. The sister took us straight in.

What did the doctor say?

He's touching gold. He's in a coma.

I hope you go and get him.

Get who?

Barry Ruxby. Him who's done this.

I'm sorry, I don't know your name.

I'm Linda Walker, Sammy's girlfriend.

And who's Rooksby? He had Sammy's job
before him.

A gamekeeper? That's right.

Rooksby got the push, but he blamed
Sammy.

Why? He said Sammy told the landowner
lies about him. Last week he really

nasty. Why? What happened?

Tried to sock Sammy, went down the pub.

Accused him of destroying his life. Then
he lashed out, shouting about wanting

to see him dead.

The place in America, there's a film
about it, you know, called The Osmer.

Paul Newman.

Who?

Paul Newman.

Oh, hi. You were in it and all.

What am I thinking of?

It'd be an unusual attraction, you know.
Bring a few customers in. And, I mean,

you haven't got to buy it. I mean, I'll
rent it to you. It'll cost you a note,

nearly. What do you think?

I think it's a great idea.

No, no. What are you doing to... Pardon?

Hey, you're right.

At the right price, of course.

It'll be all right with Gina, won't it?

Hey.

You leave Gina to me.

All right.

Barry Ruxby?

Yeah, that's right.

Can I come in for a minute?

Tell me, Maxton was shot on Chapton Moor
last night.

Shot?

Yeah, we were wondering if you could
help us with our inquiries.

Er, sure.

How?

Where were you last night?

Here.

On your own?

Yeah, erm... My wife moved away three
months ago.

You didn't go out at all?

No.

Well, just for a short time.

I drove our Susie back to her mam's.

Who's Susie?

My daughter.

Is that her?

Yeah.

She comes over at weekends and stays
with me wife during the week.

And where does your wife live, Mr.
Roxley?

Aidensfield.

Can Susie confirm that you drove her
home last night? Look, I don't want you

questioning me kid.

I haven't done out.

Steve, I've got it. Look.

Oh, look.

Gina Ward, licensee. Isn't it great?

It's fantastic.

I'm so happy.

We can really do something at this place
now. Yeah, it's going to be great.

Hang on a minute.

It's all mine.

Can you believe it?

What's going on? Yeah, Gina.

I'm not having that in my pub.

Don't tell me you haven't told her.

Yeah, I was going to mention it, but I
haven't had the chance. I thought you

were going to have it all sorted.

American pool.

It's just the sort of thing to put this
pub on the map.

I told you, no, Steve.

Hang on, Gina. This thing's cost me a
flaming fortune and another fortune to

it put in here.

Whose name's on that bit of paper?

Yours, but I thought we worked as a
team.

Maybe.

But I'm the captain, and my pub's not
turning into a nuker hole.

Now get rid of it.

Thank you very much.

Did you and Max not get into a fight
last week?

I don't know what you're talking about.

A fight in a pub.

Who told you?

Linda Walker.

I don't know.

Well, she said you blamed him for the
breakup of your marriage. Is that true?

Did you say you wanted him dead?

Were he to the moment?

Yeah, all right. He's not my best mate.

But how would you feel if it had
happened to you, eh?

I haven't really earned in a year, you
know.

How are you supposed to keep a family?

So when I saw him at the pub there,
chucking his money about, smug, I just

boiled off.

But I didn't shoot him.

I don't like him, but I wouldn't do
that.

Claude, I can't. It's only for a day or
two till I find somewhere to put it.

Full of junk as it is. I wouldn't have
to ask you if you hadn't let me down.

Sorry, I didn't know she'd be like that.
I suppose you're going to compensate me

for all the money I've spent. I can't,
Claude. I would like to help, but you

see how busy the garage is. What are you
talking about? I thought you said you

got no top.

That's the undertaking part.

Well, why don't we put it in the laying
out parlour then?

Claude, I'm not having it. I'm sorry for
interrupting, gentlemen.

This is a public highway.

And you appear to have left a snooker
table in the middle of the road.

Shifted. You're quite right, Alf. Come
on, now, let's get in inside. Come on.

Look, when... Rooksby said he never went
near them all last night.

He thought about waiting until about
nine o 'clock.

About the time of the shooting, judging
by the 999 call.

Have you confirmed his statement?

Not yet, Sarge. I need to speak to
Fousey and her mother.

Ah, Ventus.

What have you got for us?

Well, I've done the rounds in Puckton,
Sarge.

I found a builder who'd driven his truck
over Chapton Moor last night. He saw a

van parked with a little girl in the
passenger seat.

What kind of a van?

Grey, 835.

Rooksby's got one.

Maggie?

Neil.

What are you doing here? I just thought
I ought to come and let you know that

I'm back.

All right, thanks for helping me tidy
up. Off you go.

Bye, Mum. Bye, Mum.

I thought you were still abroad.

I was, but I decided it was time to come
back to England.

But why Asfordly?

Well, why not?

There must be dozens of good jobs for a
doctor with your qualifications, Neil.

You could have gone anywhere you liked.

Well, I know that, but... I don't know.

My first job was in Yorkshire. It's
familiar.

Well, that's very nice for you.

But you might have given some thought to
the fact that your estranged wife was

still here. Maggie, please.

Can't we be grown up about this? Grown
up?

You walk back into my life as though
nothing's happened. No word, no letter

four years and you think I'm going to be
pleased to see you? No, no, no.

I realise I was expecting a bit too much
from you, Maggie.

But I did think you might manage to be
fibble.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Neil.

But you seem to have forgotten that we
didn't exactly pass on the best of

What's the matter?

Nothing. Come on, Susie, what is it?

Your mum will be expecting you home.

I know.

Is home the problem?

Sort of.

It's my dad.

I think he's done something bad.

It's no use denying it, Rooksby. Your
van was seen parked... up there. All

right, all right. I'll tell you what
happened.

I was taking Susie back to her man's.

I got no food, no money, so I thought
I'll go by Chafton Moor, bag a couple of

rabbits. Won't be nobody about.

Carry on.

A park van went up onto Moorlite and
left Susie.

Any road. There he were.

An accident.

Hanging around.

What for?

Well, did you speak to him?

No, I hid.

I watched for a little while.

Then, bang!

The shot.

Maxton falls down.

And over to the side, there's this
fellow running away with a gun in his

Which way was he running?

Pucked in all direction.

So who was he?

I don't know, but... It all seemed
planned, you know, like an ambush.

Why didn't you tell us all this before?

I couldn't.

A new finger would point at me.

They only thought to get out of there,
get Susie back to her man's.

And did you stop on the way?

I did, aye. I made a 999 call.

Do you know something, Ruxpy?

That's about the only thing you've said
that I believe.

It's the truth.

I'm not a killer.

It shouldn't be in here, Claude. It's
disrespectful.

I don't know what you're worried about.
There's no dead end dinner apart from

you. I'll have it down as soon as I can
think of a way of getting me money back.

Hey, you're not bad at this, are you?

Yeah, I made a few bob in me time.

Snooker mainly.

Bit of pool.

I didn't know that.

Then why do you think I wanted a table?

You should be taking on that bloke in
the paper.

What bloke?

Well, reckons he's the best snooker
player from York to the Tees.

Fine. Here you go. Ricky Barton, that's
his name.

Barton? I've licked him dozens of times.

Morning. Throwing out a challenge for
anyone to take a crack at him. Here you

go.

Hey, this isn't a bad idea.

You know what we ought to do? We ought
to organise an ed to edge you against

him. I could call it the Aidensfield All
-American Pool Challenge.

Where we hold it. Here, of course.

Hang on a minute. I didn't mean... We
could open a book. We could put it about

that this Ricky Barton's a dead cert.
You could thrash him. We could split the

profits.

My goodness, I am being pampered.

Now, the sandwiches are salmon or
cucumber?

They look lovely, Lester.

I think I'm very lucky to find someone
with such excellent references.

Well, I'm very happy to have been
offered the position, madam.

Now...

Right,

I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Bye.

See you, boys.

I'm off with some shut -eye.

Yeah, see you, Phil.

What are you smiling at?

Phil and I have been nattering about
your wedding.

He's desperate to be your best man.

He's worked it all out.

He can't see anyone else who'd be in
line.

I've been meaning to ask him. I promised
you I'd do it today.

There's no need to put him out of his
misery just yet, you see.

Well, he still won't confess, and this
case won't stick without it.

Even with Susie's evidence?

Well, she didn't actually see anything,
did she?

Have you traced the landowner yet,
Rowan? Yeah, I just had him on the

Sarge. Who is he?

Colonel Hepworth. He's in London at the
moment, spends most of his time there.

What did he say?

Well, he was really shocked to hear
about Maxton.

What about Rooksby?

Well, he didn't have much time for him.

And as to whether he was capable of
shooting someone, he couldn't really

an opinion.

But he says he'll come up and help if we
need him.

We do.

Anyone else at Puckton Hall?

Well, there's an odd job man called
Dale.

He lives in. Right, Rowan, pay him a
visit tonight. He might have seen

something. Right, Sarge.

It's a funeral parlour, Claude. You
can't have all that lot draping in. You

the one who was moaning about not having
any redness, and let's face it, you

haven't got to do it. I'm sorting it all
out. I'm fixing all the betting, aren't

I? All you've got to do is count your
cut.

Lord preserve us.

Right, get them in.

Right, lads, it's on.

Half past nine, back at Bernie's place
tomorrow night, all right? There'll be a

small admission charge, but it won't be
much.

You got a book on it?

Can I duck?

I'm laying even money as Ricky Barton,
five to four of the local lads. Come on,

even money, Claude, behave, eh?

What are you talking about, Harry? I'm
being generous. The man should be odds

on. Look, he's virtually a professional.

Our lad might be keen, but he's a bit
green, isn't he? What's he up to now?

Ten bob of these. I'm not paying him.
Search me.

Come on.

Ten bob, Harry.

I'm the earth -wasting baby I've got to
be.

I've got everything I need.

I can fly.

I'm a supersonic guy.

I don't need pleasure.

I don't feel pain.

If you would knock me down, I'd just get
up again.

I'm the urban spaceman, baby. I'm making
out.

Before the cake.

Not that we'll be having speeches if
Nick doesn't get a best man sorted out

soon.

Maggie?

Are you all right?

No, not really.

What's wrong?

My husband turned up today.

Your husband?

After the blue.

He's got a job.

Senior registrar at the hospital.

Maggie, what are you going to do?

What can I do?

He seems to think I ought to take it all
in my stride.

I couldn't believe it. He was so casual.

Well, what did you say?

I got upset, which was entirely the
wrong thing to do.

Oh, Joe.

I thought that part of my life was
finished.

Now it looks like I'm going to be facing
it all over again.

Say him again, please.

Down in the dump, Bernie.

He could say.

What's up?

It's all getting out of hand.

I knew he would, but then it's my own
fault, me and my big mouth.

Why, what's it done?

Telling your Steve about this local
snooker star.

If I'd said no, this old damn caper
would never have been dreamt up.

Tell me about it.

Maggie, what really happened with the
two of you?

Neil just stepped and left, that's what.

Just like that?

Yes.

Why?

I suppose we... We just stopped talking.

So where did he move to?

Your job with the Red Cross abroad.

Didn't you try and stop him?

No, there didn't really seem much point.

Was there someone else involved?

No, I don't think so.

Look, I'm going to have an early night.
It's all right, Jo.

The hot water bottle is in your bed,
madam.

Thank you, Lester.

Shall I see you up the stairs?

No. No, it's all right.

I can manage myself.

Good night, Lester. Good night, madam.

Jenna?

Come clean, Steve. When's it happening?

Tomorrow night.

Who's going to work behind the bar,
then? Well, you used to manage on your

before.

Can't have it both ways, Gina. If you
want to run the pub, fine, but just

expect me to fit in. What are you
talking about? You could have had this

challenge here, right?

Made a bit of extra money, boosted your
takings.

But no.

On principle, you won't have that table
in your pub.

And why?

Because I made the decision without you.

Look, I'm not... Don't take me for
granted, Jim.

Have you called Colonel Edward yet,
Rowan?

No, he called when he got to Papton
Hall.

So you haven't checked.

Well, don't worry.

I'll do it.

What's the matter with him?

He's gone to medical this morning.

Nothing wrong with him, is there? No.

He's got to pass it. He wants a year's
extension in the force.

Morning, lads. Hello, Phil.

Oh, I meant to tell you, Nick.

Your cousin Brian telephoned. He wants
to speak to you about your wedding.

Is he the one that's going to be your
best man?

The colonel is there, Rowan, and he's
waiting to see you.

On my way, Sergeant.

What's wrong with you, Bellamy?

You've got no work to do.

She had a bit of a restless night.

Every so often she has a dizzy turn.

Good topic came round.

Medicine.

It's a new drug, it must be.

I was really hoping it was going to be
me.

I'm friends with both of them.

Well, it's a family occasion.

I wouldn't take it to heart.

Yeah, I thought I was his best mate.

I mean, you'd think he'd have said
something.

Well, he's got a lot on his mind.

I know.

You probably think I'm being daft, but
it does feel a bit like a slap in the

face. Well, I wouldn't get yourself in a
state about it.

I mean, you don't know for definite yet,
do you?

Oi!

Where's that log walking off to?

Oh, what's up?

That's my stock!

I thought you didn't want it.

Really? Yeah.

That's right, Gina.

You made yourself pretty clear.

The brewery won't take it back, so I'm
selling it over at the pool game.

Don't be so soft. Do you need a licence?

I want yours covered.

A funeral parlour's not pub premises.

You've done it again, Steve.

What? Gone behind me back.

It is likely to go on for longer. She'll
come back after Christmas.

But, Jeannie... This isn't really
working, is it?

I mean, I thought I could trust you, but
you only care about number one. That's

not true.

Yeah, it is.

I don't think you're really interested
in me.

You just want to sneak off behind me
back to get your own way.

I wouldn't have to if you took me
seriously, would I?

Look, I happen to like pool.

And I'm pretty good at it.

Well, you've got a choice.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I mean it.

You play this challenge and we're
finished.

Right?

When I write... I couldn't find any sign
of Dale.

Are his things still in the house? No,
they've gone.

And that's not all.

My Brunswick bulk is missing.

Your what, sir?

Well, it's an American pool table.

Rather valuable antique.

Bought it back from Washington where I
was a military attaché.

All I'm saying, Constable, is that I've
been robbed.

They were carrying it across the road
from the pub to the garage.

What's Greengrass on with the pool
table?

You tell me.

Everything all right, Sarge? The
medical.

Oh, aye. I'm fine.

So, any further developments?

A pool table's been stolen from Papkin
Hall, along with a .22 rifle.

You think it's the one that shot Maxton?

Well, it'll fit in with Brooksby's
story. The gunman running towards the

What about this Dale fella?

Has he turned up yet?

Looks like he's cleared off. All his
stuff's gone. What do we know about him?

Well, the colonel took him on a few
weeks ago.

Been doing some repairs for him down in
the London flat.

Description?

Brown hair, thick moustache, bit
scruffy.

Sarge, I think I know where the pool
table is.

Where?

Aidensfield, Bernie Scripps' garage.

At least it was yesterday.

He and Greengrass.

Greengrass?

Afraid so.

What are we waiting for? Go and find
him.

And bring him in.

I've checked her over.

It couldn't be the medication if she'd
taken the prescribed amount.

Well, it could be. I went through it
with her very carefully.

Do you think she needs to be readmitted?

Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary.

But Neil, she may have had a lot of a
stroke.

I don't think so.

Why are you being like this?

Like what?

That's my professional judgment, Maggie.

Are you sure she hasn't been drinking?

No, I made it very clear that... Because
the symptoms suggest it could be the

effect of alcohol.

I'll have to run a blood test.

Oh, Tom, who's going to nick them at as
big as this?

It's worth a lot of money, Claude.

I know, that's still got the hole in me
pocket.

Where do you get it?

Don't worry, it's all paid for in
Aboveboard. Where do you get it?

Fetters, the antique bloke in Ashfordly.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, if this turns out to be the stolen
table, we'll be taking it away as

evidence. You'll get an earnier.

So you can forget about your all
-American pool challenge.

Told you this would end in tears.

Nurse Bolton took us straight in for a
check -up.

Poor Alice.

Is there anything I can do?

No, I'm afraid all we can do is wait.

I'll change this water.

It's all right, madam. I can do that.

Well, where's the clock?

Sorry? Well, the little clock, it's
normally here.

One minute you've got him under lock and
key, the next he's drinking in our pub.

Well, we released Mr Rooksby because we
had insufficient evidence to hold him.

Well, you'd better look a bit harder,
hadn't you, because he's got it in for

Sammy. In fact, the investigation has
taken a different turn and you might be

able to help us on one or two points.

What do you mean?

Do you know a man called Dale?

Yes, I know, Dave. He's been working up
at the hospital. How well did Sammy know

him? Quite well, I suppose.

They've been workmates for a few weeks
now.

Did Sammy have any suspicions about him?
No.

Look, what's all this about? A message
from the hospital, Sarge.

Good news. Your young man's come out of
his coma.

I've no idea where the table came from.
The fellow that sold it to me, he

brought it here himself.

Well, didn't you ask him? Of course I
asked him. Said he was just clearing out

an old property.

Pay him cash?

Yeah.

So who was this bloke? Never seen him
before in my life.

What did he look like?

Late thirties, bit of stubble,
moustache.

Seen his sidekick before, though.

Sidekick? Hmm.

Ah, there were two of them. He's been in
here a couple of times before.

So he's local, then? Yeah, youngest
chap.

Works on the Puckton estate.

All right, lads, one more heave.

One, two, three.

Hey, what's going on now?

What about our bets, Greengrass? Sure,
there's coppers here.

Well, I want my money back. With
interest.

What was that, Greengrass? Oh, he
thought I was somebody else.

I'm beginning to wish I was.

Dale and Maxton working together. It's
beyond belief.

And for Dale to be responsible for the
shooting. Well, that is still

speculation, sir.

Yes, quite.

Here's a list of the other items I found
missing. Silver snuffbox, jade

figurine. All very valuable objet.

If Dale took these, he has a
surprisingly good nose for antiques.

Gina, can we talk?

There's nothing to talk about.

Look, I've decided not to play in this
pool challenge.

You're right, I've been stupid.

I should have talked to you about it.

Look, can we sort things out?

Because, you know...

No, Steve, I don't know. Oh, come on,
Gina, please.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry, all right?

One more stunt like that... They won't
be, honest.

Come here, then, you daft bastard.

Can't say I'm sorry to see it go.

I can.

I've taken a load of bets on Barton.

We've got to get another table from
somewhere.

Don't start that.

Don't you start that. Look, I've lost
enough money on this lock.

I'm really worried.

That clock was her pride and joy, and
it's very valuable.

Well, could she have moved it herself?

I suppose so.

But it's always been there.

And what about the miniatures?

What miniatures?

They're 18th century.

And they're missing, too.

I do hope Alice hasn't been made a fool
of.

I'm not sure I like this new butler of
hers.

Well, how new is he?

He's only been there a couple of days.

Is it important?

Well, it could be. If stuff has gone
missing, it sounds very similar to

been happening at Puncton Hall.

Drink hasn't passed my lips, Maggie.

I'm not a fool.

Oh, I know.

Look, we'll just carry on with the
medicine until we get the results of the

blood test.

And what if it's the medicine that's
causing it?

Hey, don't worry.

I'll keep an eye on you.

Isn't that Lester?

I wonder where he is.

But one man goes missing, another turns
up from nowhere.

You were saying that Lester and Dale are
the same person?

That was saying we need to go and find
out.

I mean, I can't just conjure up another
pool table from thin air, can I? Well,

you'll have to, because it was you that
got me in it in the first place. I mean,

I've got people coming from all over.
I'm taking bets on the matter and

everything. Look, I'll give you your
money back, Clark. It's too late for

And I thought you said that pool was the
latest grade. Well, it is, it is. In

that case, it wouldn't be too difficult
for you to get me another table then,

would it?

And what else is missing? My silver
candlestick, my gem box, the clock.

Lester's cleared out.

All his clothes, everything gone.

And look, there was more than nothing
there yesterday.

I haven't had a drink. I haven't touched
it. Don't worry, Ali.

You must have been spiking your
sentences.

We just saw him leaving, Nick. He was on
the road heading towards Ashfordly.

I'll ring the station and see if they
can cut him off.

A tenement, a dirty street, often worn
by shoeless feet, in silence long and

still complete, watched by a shivering
sun.

Old eyes in a small child's face,
watching as the shadows raise, through

and cracks and leave no trace, and
daylight's brightness shines.

Nick's following a suspect.

Cream Vauxhall, coming in from
Aidensfield.

Right. You'd best get out there, then.

On my way, Sarge.

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing at the swollen mass On concrete

where grows no grass Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smell of the air

But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care

the grass is gone

Fill up.

Fetters says he can get it at another
table.

Chuck, I've just told you you're not
working tonight.

Well, you'll have to find another
excuse, will you?

I can't. What are you talking about?
It's because of you I'm in this mess in

first place. I've taken a load of bets
on Barton. All you've got to do is beat

him and we quits it.

Surely you're not going to tell me she's
got you that much under her thumb, has

she?

Well, of course not. Good lad.

See you over there. That was nice.

Where's your milk white skin What's that
stubble on your chin Buried in the rat

gut gin You played and lost not one You
played a house that can't be beat Now

look your head bowed in defeat You
walked too far along the street Where

rats can run

Gone to fetters.

Right.

Let's go and plan a little visit.

You go round the back.

Yeah, I didn't recognise you without the
whiskers on.

So, what are you doing back here, then?

What do you think of this then?

Look, I can't help you.

Not today.

Hey!

Come on, don't be silly.

You going somewhere?

Come on.

Your name's not Lester or Dale, is it?

It's William Stern, and you're wanted
all over the country for deception,

worming your way into the lives of the
rich and the elderly, fleecing them, and

then disappearing into the night.

You're usually successful, but this
time, you lost your touch.

I have nothing to say.

You do realise Sammy Maxton is still
alive?

Who's Sammy Maxton?

Well, he's given us a statement about
how he found out you were lifting stuff

from Puckton Hall.

You tried to buy his silence by cutting
him in, didn't you?

You sold the pool table together.

But then you didn't give him his cut, so
he threatened to blackmail you. And

that's when you arranged to meet him up
on the moors.

This is complete fantasy.

You took a gun from Puckton Hall with
the intention to kill him.

Is that when you decided to clear off,
or were you going already?

Handy, wasn't it, that advert for the
butler's job? Which you got with forged

references, I suppose.

I bet you couldn't believe your luck
when you landed that job at Mrs

No comment.

And the alcohol you put in her medicine
could have been the death of her.

I want to see a solicitor.

Oh, you're going to need one.

Because you're going to prison for a
very long time.

That's the best I could do in the time
given, Claude.

It's an ordinary snooker table, though,
isn't it? There's no difference.

It's got the same number of pockets and
everything.

You've got the pool balls.

Oh, yeah, the ones I had within the
table.

I'm surprised the police didn't take
them back when they took the table back.

They didn't know what about them, did
they?

Now, before we begin the match,
gentlemen, is there anybody who wants

on with it, Claude.

Right. Well, as you know, it's a match
of three frames of American Pool with,

course, Ricky Barton and our own Steve
Adams.

Right.

Who's going to call?

Ed.

It is.

I thought this wasn't happening.

Gina, listen.

I don't believe it.

You promised me.

I can explain this.

It'll have to be the excuse of the
century.

I'm sorry, right?

Yeah, well, I've had enough of your
excuse, Steve.

This is the last straw.

We're over.

Tina?

Tina!

There'll be no extra charge for the
cabaret.

OK, Steve, it's you to break.

Best of luck, please.

You caused me all that aggravation for
this.

What's that?

The balls are too big for the pockets.

I'll have to wrap this queue round your
neck.

I'll be running back.

And me.

Bernie, sort this out, will you, while I
sort Fedder out. Bernie, come on.

It's not fair, Phil.

I really thought it was going to work
out with Steve.

You'll find somebody.

Yeah, but when?

Go on, do it now. He'll be going home
soon.

All right.

Phil.

Have a word.

Yes, mate.

Can you do me a favour?

Look after this for me.

I see.

Yes.

Of course you can, mate.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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