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Harvey, what do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Harvey, what does a love kiss say in my
memory?

That's it. Keep the movement flowing.

Relaxation and control.

One, two, three.

One, two, together. One, two, together.
Very good.

Lovely.

Thank you. Well done. Same time next
week.

Your footwork really is impressive,
Raymond.

Thank you very much, Susan.

I'm not really sure what you can be
getting out of these classes.

You're such an accomplished dancer
already.

There's always room for improvement, no
matter what your level, wouldn't you

say? I suppose so.

Besides, there's the added pleasure of
good company.

Yours especially, if I may say so.

Thank you.

Listen, I've been meaning to ask you
this for ages.

There's a police dance tomorrow night at
Ashfordly. I wonder if you'd care to

come along as my guest.

I'd like that very much.

Thank you.

Right.

Till tomorrow, then.

How do you mean you're bored?

Well, it's not exactly a new concept for
me, Phil.

You're not bored with me?

No, don't be silly.

It's just that we girls like to be
entertained, Phil.

Yeah, well, that costs money.

Oh, come on, Phil, you earn as much as I
do.

Yeah, well, I must be spending a lot
more.

I mean, there's a new flat and it's
rent. It's not that bad, is it?

Well, let's just say it doesn't leave me
with as much to spend on certain people

as I'd like.

So I suppose the next round's on me,
then, is it?

Can you tell me your name, please, sir?

Richard Finlay.

Why didn't you stop?

You must have seen me.

I'm sorry, I'm late for a delivery.

I wasn't that much over the speed limit,
was I?

I think we'll be the judge of that.

Can I see your licence, please?

I haven't got it with me.

Any other form of identification?

No.

Well, you'd better follow me down to the
station, then.

Wouldn't you?

About time. I should have left half an
hour ago.

I'm sorry, Mr Scripps. It's just that Mr
Vernon... We had one or two domestic

arrangements to see to at home.

Not to make his breakfast.

Home?

I'll be not forgetting it's still Claude
Greengrass's place.

Oh, no, no, no.

He's just a temporary lodger, aren't
you?

Of course I am.

Right, well, I'd better get off to North
Allerton.

Bit off your patch, isn't it?

Yes, but it's Maurice Barwick's funeral.

He used to live in the village, moved up
there when he retired.

His widow won't have anyone bury him but
me.

Well, don't you worry, brother of mine.
While you're away, we'll have this place

running like a well -oiled machine.

Yes.

Look,

I don't know what the fuss is all about.

Well, then I'm obviously failing to make
my point properly, aren't I, Richard?

For what point?

First, you were over the speed limit.
And second, you failed the stop when

requested to by a police officer.

I've said I'm sorry.

Scripson?

Sorry, pal, he's popped up to North
Island.

Blast!

What am I going to do? My car's broken
down. I think the petrol tank may have

ruptured.

Good morning, Lord Ashley.

Scripps knows that Bentley better than
anyone.

Lord? I just had to phone another
mechanic.

Just a minute, Your Lordship.

Vernon Scripps.

I'm Bernard's brother.

I'm sure we can help you out.

Really?

It's my niece's wedding in a couple of
days, and I'm giving her away, so I have

to have the car back by then.

Don't you worry.

Actually, I'm a bit of a Bentley expert
myself, you know.

What a relief.

Excellent. And, of course, you'll be
very well rewarded for your work.

Oh, service is the important thing
towards Scripps.

Now, where is the car exactly?

Mrs Finlay. Oh, Raymond.

What can we do for you? It's about my
son, Richard.

His employer called me from the shop,
said that you were holding him.

Really?

Oh, that'll be relied on the speeding,
Dad.

I see.

I hadn't realised there was a
connection.

Is he in serious trouble?

No, no, not serious, no, but there has
been a bit of a problem.

Richard. Mum.

What problem?

Well, he was caught speeding and didn't
stop when requested to. I have

apologised, Mum. And it's clear to us
that his apology is sincere.

I should hope so, too.

So, what happens now? Will you be
charging him?

Well, under the circumstances, no.

Thanks, Raymond.

We're grateful.

There's no need for gratitude, Mrs
Finlay. We're just doing our job.

Well, until tonight, then.

Indeed.

Indeed.

Right.

Who wants to be Lord Ashfordly?

Eh?

I do.

Home, James, and don't spare the horses.

Right, Alfred.

Sit back and enjoy the ride.

Do you reckon there's anything in it,
then?

Oh, judging how flustered Craddock was,
I'd say definitely.

Well, he's been on his own for ages now.
Good luck to him, I say.

Ventress, the registration number of
Richard Finley's van. You wrote it down

incorrectly. First letter should be P,
not B.

Well, it was moving at a fair old lick,
Sarge. Well, nevertheless, it's a

mistake. Mistakes of such kind can be
crucial, which makes this letter all the

more relevant.

Sarge. Chief Constable has ordered that
every serving officer should undergo a

flight test.

A doctor will be coming over from
Ashfordly Hospital tomorrow to examine

us. Well, there could be a problem
there, could there? No.

But if the eyesight of any of us should
be found to be impaired to the extent of

needing glasses, then the range of
operational tasks we'd be allowed to

out will be severely limited.

Does that mean that instead of being out
and about in all kinds of weather, we'd

be more or less confined to the station?

Exactly. You wouldn't want that to
happen to you, would you, Ventress?

Oh, no such.

Of course not.

Good. Because I have an assignment for
you tonight.

Don't worry, I won't be sending you into
the lion's den alone.

You can take Bellamy with you for extra
protection.

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Scripps!

I thought I was inside.

All right, right, so when are you going
to... Yeah, when are you going to...

Yeah, all right then.

Yeah, bye.

Well, it's Mr. Scrip.

He's staying over in North Allerton for
the night.

Maurice Barwick's widow.

She's very upset and she's asked him to
keep her company.

So when's he back?

Um, what he didn't say.

Well, what about the Bentley?

Um... Oh!

Brilliant.

Well, there's only one thing for it,
isn't there?

What's that?

We'll have to fix it ourselves.

What?

Thank you. Thank you very much, ladies
and gentlemen.

Now, please take your partners for the
foxtrot.

You really are very good, Raymond.

I bet you could teach me a few things
about dancing.

It was a little attempt to make me stop
coming to your classes, and I warn you

at once, indeed.

Inspector? Ah, Sergeant. That was very
graceful. Very graceful indeed.

Thank you.

I think you may have been talking about
your partner, Sergeant Craddock, not

you.

Mr. Green, how are you? Keeping very
well.

Well, aren't you going to introduce the
play? Of course, I'm so sorry.

This is Susan Finlay, my dance tutor.
Susan, this is Oscar Blaketon, owner of

the Edenfield Arms.

And James Green, magistrate and
businessman.

Pleased to meet you, both of you.

We haven't seen each other for a while.

I think the last time must have been in
court just before my retirement from the

force. Indeed.

Didn't expect to see you here tonight,
Oscar.

Oh, well, we publicans do manage
sometimes to get a few nights away from

pumps. Well, it's nice to know there are
other people here who aren't in the

police. I was afraid I'd be the only
one.

Not resenting the police, of course.

Excuse us.

So, what exactly is this chronic
suspense going on here?

Well, there's been a report of underage
drinking.

There may be nothing in it.

But as the place has only just opened...

So you thought we should run a check on
it anyway?

I can't see anything amiss, can you?

No. But I think I know why Craddock
wanted me to come with you.

He thought you were going to go
yourself.

You must be joking.

You know what the rules are. There'll be
police and gambling, especially on

duty.

You've been known to have a flutter in
the past, haven't you?

Of course, it's in cards.

I've learnt my lesson.

Gambling's for fools.

I know.

Some people seem to be doing all right
by you.

She must have made all the desserts, you
know.

She could just as easily have lost.

I

haven't

enjoyed myself so much in ages.

Nor me, Susan.

You're... Your wife was a keen dancer
then.

Very.

What happened?

Oh, we grew apart.

And you?

He died.

I'm so sorry.

With the other girl.

Could there ever be anybody else?

Quite possibly.

Perhaps you'd like to do this again
soon.

I'd like that very much.

I'll see you to the door.

Hey, Nicholas.

Mr. Blaketon. What are you doing out
here this time of night?

Oh, I've been to see me mate.

What are you doing?

Well, I've been to a dance.

Oh, aye.

Disco, was it?

Now go on, get off home. Your old man
will be gunning for you.

It's you he's gunning for. He says he's
going to thrash you at golf on Saturday

morning. Oh, aye.

That's wishful thinking.

And you can tell him I said so.

I will.

Good night, Mr. Blaketon.

Good night.

I wonder who that could be.

Yeah, it'd be our Nick. We've got it
here again, I'll bet.

Mrs Fennec.

Well, is he any better?

Well, we've stabilised his blood
pressure and seen to all the superficial

injuries. As yet, I'm afraid there's no
sign of consciousness.

Isn't there anything you can do?

I'm afraid not.

Look, it's awful, I know.

But all we can do is wait.

Yes, that's after the second roundabout.
Yes, thank you very much.

Yes, superb.

Fine.

Bye now.

Right,

I've...

I've tracked down a Bentley specialist
over in Scarborough. He thinks he might

have a tank.

Now, I'm going over there now. You get
this stripped down and ready, OK?

Hey, do you think we ought to phone Mr
Scripps? What for?

His lordship's got the wedding tomorrow.
We can't hang around waiting for Bernie

to come back, can we?

Now, get out and get a move on him. Get
rid of that flipping dog.

Everything all right, Doctor?

I'm afraid Nicholas is no better.

I meant you, not Nicholas.

It's been a long night.

It's hard to imagine how people can do
things like this, isn't it?

Knock a child off his bike and just
drive away.

Whatever the culprit was, I'm sure the
police will pick them up pretty swiftly.

The police said you were able to give a
good description of the car.

It was a cream -coloured Ford Anglia. It
shouldn't be difficult to trace.

Morning, David.

Morning, Mr Bradley.

Is Bernie around?

No, I was in North Arden cheering up her
widow.

Ah, I see.

You wouldn't know anything about the
Ford Anglia around the back, would you?

Oh, yeah, a lady brought that in this
morning. She said she wanted it fixed as

soon as possible.

Well, I told her about Mr Scripps. I
said we'd do it as soon as he got back.

And, you know, he'd stick it round the
back out of the way.

Did she give her name?

Oh, yes, you are.

Oh.

Oh, Sarge, there was nothing obviously
untoward happening at the casino.

Just the usual collection of fools all
too willing to be parted from their

money.

Mind, there was one woman who seemed to
be raking it in.

But for every one of her, there'll be 20
others waking up this morning with sore

heads and empty wallets.

As I'm sure Ventress has pointed out to
you.

Oh, quite.

Ah, Bradley.

Any news on the hit and run?

Yes, Sarge.

I've been doing the rounds of the local
garage.

Someone brought a damaged Ford Anglia
into Bernie Scripter's place this

And does it match Blaketon's
description?

Yes.

Good. Who does it belong to?

Come on. Who does it belong to?

A friend of yours, Sarge.

A friend of mine?

Susan Finlay?

Mm -hmm.

Positive.

I see.

Well, it must be a coincidence.

I mean, apart from anything else, she
was with me last night at the police

dance. I gave her a lift home.

Well, you wouldn't mind telling me what
time that was, huh?

Around 11.

Well, it's just Oscar Blayton reckons
Nicholas was hit at about quarter past.

Well, we'll obviously have to check it
out.

He happened to have a tank. Took him a
while to find it, mind.

What have you done?

Well, it's what you were saying about
stripping the car down.

It was a lot easier than I thought,
actually. You flaming idiot!

And then take the tank out, not strip
the old flaming thing!

I'm sorry, I'll half all you, be
pleased, Mr Vernon.

Oh, whack.

Someone must have kicked the car in the
night.

Are you confident the damage couldn't
have been done before that?

I didn't notice.

The travel is the length pretty narrow
out there. There's nowhere else to park

it. Well, you were certainly very prompt
in taking it down to Burnley's Cripses.

I was angry. I wanted it fixed right
away.

You don't really think it could have
been me, Raymond? You were with me.

Quite. These are just routine inquiries,
Susan.

No one else had the use of the car last
night, did they? Your son Richard,

perhaps? Richard was at home last night.

And the car was definitely here when you
got back, was it?

I can't say that I positively checked,
but yes, I knew it was.

But if it's normally parked outside,
it'd be difficult to miss it, wouldn't

Yes, yes, it would.

I don't believe it was here, Susan.

Perhaps we'd better have a word with
Richard.

Yes, I know it's overdue, Mrs Dobson.

Yes.

Yes, I know.

No. No.

I promise I'll sort it out in the next
couple of days.

Yes.

Yes. Bye.

All right, Phil?

Yeah. Oh, she's my landlady.

She's done half a witter on.

So, er, what time's the doctor due?

Oh, any minute now.

It's Dr Coates. He's generally pretty
punctual.

Oh, you know him, then? Oh, for years.

He's one of the old school.

He's very kind -hearted.

Kind -hearted?

Well, I think if he had any doubts about
my eyesight, he wouldn't want me to run

risks any longer.

If that's his prognosis, then who am I
to argue?

Morning. What can I do for you?

More a question of what I can do for
you. Dr Somerby, SHO at Ashfordly

Well, we were expecting Dr Coates.

I know. First thing this morning, I'm
told to report to ophthalmology because

Coates is sick.

Tomorrow it'll probably be brain
surgery.

So, who's first for the sight test?

I've told you I was at home.

All evening?

Yes. Are you quite sure about that?

Yes. Sergeant Craddock, my client has
already been through all this.

As far as I can see, you have no real
case against him.

I'm not trying to make a case as yet,
Mrs Bradley. I'm just trying to

the facts.

And the facts are the only thing
connecting him to the hit and run is

similar to his mother's was involved.

Well, there are other factors to be
taken into consideration.

Such as?

Well, for a start, he was caught
speeding yesterday and he refused to

requested to by Constable Bradley.

Well, that's not relevant.

We think it may be.

Well, I disagree.

You have no evidence and no reason to
doubt that Richard spent a quiet night

at home last night.

We don't exactly have any reason to
believe it. Why not?

As you know, Richard, I dropped your
mother off at the house last night.

There was no light on. Maybe I'd gone to
bed.

Maybe. Well, I don't know, do I?

And your mother's car wasn't there.

If your mother wasn't in it, who was?

I don't know.

Does anyone else have access to the car?

No. Then what other explanation could
there be?

That it wasn't my mum's car that hit
that boy.

There's paint on the car.

It matches the colour of the bike
exactly.

How do you explain that?

Tell us the truth.

Richard?

All right.

All right.

I was out with some friends last night.

I went in the car.

But I didn't hit that boy.

I swear.

I've seen everything.

Well, sorry, but the interview room's in
use.

Don't worry. We junior doctors are used
to improvising. Can you read the fifth

line out for me?

E... C... T... Oh, what's that? O...

T... H... C... Oh,

I'm sorry.

When did you first notice there was a
problem?

Well, it's been gradual, really.

It's very unfortunate, but I put it down
to overwork myself.

You see, I've been on the front line of
policing, as it were, for a very long

time now.

Maybe a change of role within the
station.

Something a little more sedentary,
perhaps?

Exactly.

Right.

Let's try with these, shall we?

Pinesworth, please.

Hi.

Not your first time, is it?

Well, actually... Don't worry.

I'm an officer, too. Yeah?

You must have made a bomb last night.

£60.

Flippy neck.

What's your lucky number?

I'm gone.

I should go on a red number.

Why red?

Just a feeling.

No more bet?

Seven red.

Congratulations.

Thanks. Don't thank me. The look was all
yours.

So, are you going to try again?

Yeah.

The situation isn't of my making. You
must see that. I don't see anything

the fact that my son Richard has been
unjustly accused of something he didn't

do. We have no choice but to charge him.

Do you think that makes things easier
for me? No, of course not.

If that's what you think of Richard,
what do you think of me?

My feelings for you haven't changed,
Susan.

You know, it's what I often thought.

What's that?

Well, things come to pieces easier than
they go back together again.

Brilliant, David.

Thank you.

Do you know, I'm surprised Claude
Greengrass didn't take you with him to

West Indies.

Right. Know all the bits lying around,
have I?

Oh. Get in and see if it starts.

Morning.

Already, I trust?

Absolutely, Your Lordship.

Good. How much do I owe you?

Well, um... 50 cover it.

Oh. Thank you very much.

Excellent.

Flaming neck, what a relief.

I think a little celebration's in order.
Or a big one.

Now, let that be a lesson to you, David.

Furriness.

That's the secret of being a successful
entrepreneur.

Fortunately, it comes naturally to us
Scripps.

Sir Richard, tell me what happened when

you left Ashfordly.

I drop my mates off at their houses.

Then I drive home.

Passing through Aidensfield on the way?

Yes. And about what time was this?

Around a quarter past eleven.

And were you aware of being involved in
any kind of accident happening at that

time? No.

I didn't hit that boy. I can't have
done.

Or can I put it this way? If you did,
you weren't aware of it. No.

I would have stopped. I know I would.

Thank you.

Just passing by. Thought I'd do a few
routine checks, make sure there's no

underage drinking in such life.

Come on. What do you really want?

I think you know the answers to that.

Phil, I'm busy.

Too busy to open this?

Oh, Phil.

It's lovely.

Thought you'd like it.

How did you afford this?

Well, there was a...

With your rent and everything?

Well, I was tidying some stuff away last
night and found a building society

book, you know, an account I opened a
few years ago.

Well, I forgot about it and it's quite a
bit, isn't it?

Well, it's really kind of you.

But don't go spending any more of it on
me, will you?

I'll try not to.

Can't make any promises, though.

Come here.

Oh, thank you.

My client admits that he was driving in
the area at the time of the accident.

He is even prepared to acknowledge that
there may have been a collision between

the car he was driving which caused
Nicholas to be thrown from his bicycle.

But the point is, he wasn't aware of it.

Now, if the damage had been to the front
of the car, it may have been possible

to presume that my client had seen
Nicholas on his bicycle.

But as the police have acknowledged, the
damage was to the rear of the car.

We have heard from a witness, Mr.
Blaketon, who apparently saw the car

away from the scene, but he didn't
actually see it happen.

Now, it's quite possible, and in fact I
would say likely, that Nicholas himself

approached the junction too fast,
clipped the back of the car, and was

from his bicycle, all without Richard's
knowledge.

Now, as you know, a driver cannot be
deemed to have left the scene of an

accident unless he knew that there had
been an accident.

I would therefore ask you to find my
client.

Not guilty as charged.

We've listened carefully to all the
arguments in this case.

And although there appears to be little
doubt that the car driven by the accused

was involved in the collision, it seems
clear that he didn't know it had taken

place.

We therefore find you not guilty as
charged.

Mr and Mrs Fennec.

What happened?

Well, I'm afraid Richard Finlay was
found not guilty.

You call that justice?

I'm really very sorry.

No, Jim.

Sorry.

Pretty bad result, Bradley.

You think he was guilty?

Well, I think Richard knew he hit
Nicholas, yes. But thinking it and

a magistrate are two separate things.

So that's it?

The little devil gets off scot -free.

I'm afraid so.

I don't know what James Green was
thinking about, letting him off like

He wasn't the only magistrate on the
bench, Oscar. No, but he was the one

mattered. But nonetheless, the
decision's been made and there's nothing

can do now.

That's a matter of opinion.

Ah, Sarge.

Any news on the eye test yet?

Not so far.

Well, I suppose they'll come through in
due course.

I'll have to accept their results,
whatever they are.

Even if they're sure your eyesight is
not of a standard to allow you to remain

in the force?

What? If it's below the required
standard, you could find yourself out of

I hadn't actually thought about that.

Oh, dear.

Well, I'm sure that my eyesight can't be
that bad.

Good. Well, let's hope Dr. Thun will be
of the same opinion, shall we?

Ah, Mrs. Finlay, I'd like to speak to
your son.

He's not here.

Not back at work already, surely?

With his friends, what's it to you?

What it is to me, Mrs. Finlay, is a
teenage boy in hospital fighting for his

life. And your son... My son was found
not guilty.

There's legal guilt and moral guilt.

Two completely different things.

And you think you're the man to be judge
of either?

I might just be that.

I've nothing to say to you, Mr.
Blaketon.

Now, please, leave us both alone.

Dr. Somerby.

P .C. Ventress, what can I do for you?

My side test.

I was a bit stressed yesterday.

I wonder... I think I can redo it.

Come in.

Sarge, I'm Mr. Blake, if you'd like a
word.

What about?

Susan Finlay.

Well, would you like me to leave?

No, Bradley, I wouldn't.

How are you feeling?

Nervous? A little.

You look beautiful.

I don't know how to thank you, Uncle.
It's all so perfect.

I'm afraid I fail to see any particular
significance in the fact that James

Green should have chosen to visit Susan.

On the same afternoon that her son
appears before him in court.

After all, I know they could be friends.

It's quite possible.

Perhaps even close friends.

But do you recall the way they were, the
police done?

They gave the impression they were
complete strangers.

I fail to see what you're implying, Mr.
Blaketon.

I'm not implying anything, Sergeant.

I'm simply making you aware of certain
information.

And I trust you'll act on it.

But if the case is closed, Sergeant, is
there really anything we can do?

I think you know the answer to that,
Bradley.

I can't afford to let my personal
feelings for Mrs Finlay cloud the issue.

If Richard got off because of some
special influence Susan has over James

we need to look into it.

Yes, sir.

Find out if there's any connection,
would you?

I need to know the truth.

Well, you could just confront Susan and
Green, couldn't you? Well, I'd prefer to

have something definite to confront them
with first.

Well, maybe Green knows that because he
attended her dance class.

Wouldn't Craddock know that?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Although she's pretty new to the area.

Any idea where they used to live?

York, apparently.

Richard went to private school there.

Quite posh by the sound of it.

Well, now they afforded that.

She couldn't have earned much being a
dancing teacher.

Funny, though, eh?

How he's ended up working in a shop.

Well, he won't be working there for much
longer.

He's got a job with an engineering
company in Whitby. Oh, yeah? Which one?

Fraser.

That's from by James Green.

Thank you so much.

I'll see you later.

She didn't mention Richard was going to
work for Green's company to me.

Is there any reason she should have?

Perhaps not.

You want me to look into it further?

Go to see Green?

No, I'll deal with this myself.

Thank you, Michael.

Sarge.

I hold you personally responsible,
Scripps.

I've just come from North Allerton.

I don't care where you've been.

But if we are not at that church in ten
minutes, I shall sue you for the entire

cost of a cancelled wedding.

I can't get out, Scripps. Hand it to the
left.

You've got 20 -20 vision.

That's what Dr. Somerville says.

So, how come you failed the eye test in
the first place, sir?

She thinks that I was probably a little
bit tired.

If you overwork when you get to my age,
these things can happen.

Nice to know you'll still be with us,
Alf, while we're patrolling out there in

the wind, the snow and the rain.

With your 20 -20 vision.

So, who's coming out for a drink, then?

Oh, not me. A bit tied up. What, too
tied up to see Gina?

Yeah.

Flotney's tidying.

Is the landlady complaining again?

Yeah.

Yeah. Look, yeah, tell Gina I'll see you
later.

All right, see you later.

Yeah.

Night, Alf.

Good night.

No more bet.

Four black.

Dear, oh, dear. I'm sorry, love.

Perhaps you'd better start choosing your
own numbers, sweetheart.

Grab her.

Susan, could we speak?

Yes. I was on the point of calling you
anyway. Come in.

Play with your bed.

No more bet?

13 black.

I'm sorry, love.

Still, you can't expect to win every
night.

Well, I'd better quit while I'm ahead,
eh?

Fine.

I can see that.

I've lost this mark, haven't I?

Must be hand with a wrench.

Look, it doesn't matter why. You're not
supposed to.

If a copper gets into debt, he lays
himself open to bribery.

I don't need a lecture, Al.

What can I do?

Just for love.

Mr Haynes.

I might be.

Are you the owner of this establishment?

Who's asking?

Let's just call it an informal visit.

That money that you're handing over, is
that your winnings from earlier? None of

your business.

Well, I think it may be.

If you were found to have won unfairly,
that you were here just to attract other

impressionable punters... Who says she
won it unfairly? In fact, if you were a

stooge of the management... returning
your winnings to them at the end of the

evening. That's not true.

Are you quite sure?

I'm sure you can't prove it. Well, maybe
not.

But if the gaming inspector should come
round in the next few days, you'd better

be sure that it doesn't happen.

And you'd better be sure that your
roulette wheel isn't rigged.

Of course it's not rigged.

Good. I'm pleased to hear it.

Perhaps it was just a minor malfunction
tonight.

In which case, if anyone, like this
young man that was sitting next to you

earlier, should feel that he...

lost his money unfairly, you wouldn't
object to him getting a full refund.

I wanted to apologise.

What happened with Richard wasn't your
fault. You were only doing your job.

I did try to explain that.

I was angry, worried for Richard.

But I should have tried to understand
your point of view.

Well, you understand it now.

I'm grateful for that at least.

And if you felt able to accept my
apology...

I'd really like to see you again.

Want you to sit?

If you'd asked me that earlier on today,
I'd have said yes without any

hesitation.

So, what's happened?

James Green.

What was he doing at your house this
afternoon?

Don't deny he was here. I know he was.

It's a private matter, Raymond.

Not anymore, Susan. It can't be.

If there's a relationship between you
that influenced him in Richard's favour

the trial... Not like that.

What is it like?

He's here at your house. You lied about
knowing him at the dance. He's given

your son a job.

James is Richard's father.

What?

We had an affair years ago, shortly
after my husband died.

I see.

Richard doesn't know.

He's always believed my husband was his
father.

James has been very good to us, looked
after us financially.

It was he who suggested we move nearer.

There's nothing between us anymore,
Raymond.

Beyond ordinary affection.

James knew he shouldn't have sat on that
bench today.

Nonetheless, I shall have to report it.

Yes.

I'm really sorry for putting you in this
position.

James has done that, not you.

I meant what I said earlier about
wanting to see you again.

I just don't see that's possible now to
you, Susan.

Good night.

Night.

Do you think Richard could be tried
again because of this?

I doubt it.

Well, at least the Fennecs know why he
was let off.

How is Nicholas, anyway?

Well, uh, improving.

Thankfully.

Phil? Mike said you wouldn't be here
till later.

Change of plan.

So where have you been, then?

Let's just say otherwise engaged.

Okay. So being mysterious, then.

Two pints, is it?

Yes, please.

No preppy for me today, then?

Uh, no, afraid not.

That little nest egg you found wasn't so
big after all, eh?

No, it was quite small.

Just enough to pay the rent, really.

Well, then, I suppose I'll just have to
make do with your scintillating company.

Good evening, brother of mine. I see
you've managed to escape the clutches of

the widow of Northallerton.

Well, you're just in time to get around
him.

I want a word with you.

Oh, aye, what about?

This.

It's called a Jubilee clip.

I know what it's called, Bernard.

You forgot to put it back on one of the
cooling system hoses in Lord Ashfordly's

car.

Well, it's a mere oversight.

Try telling that to Lord Ashfordly.

Wretched Bentley broke down on the way
to the wedding.

Hand it over.

What? The 50 quid.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why doesn't love kiss stay in
my memory?