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

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

I say, Bradford, are you completely
blind?

You're down on the road, Ashfordly,
whatever you might think.

Oh, look at this. What a mess.

Is anyone hurt?

Only male pride.

Such a fragile bloom.

My dear Mary.

Don't look at yourself like a low -lump
schoolboy.

Gordon, please.

You had your chance, Ashfordly, years
ago.

And the better man won.

Ah, Fernie. What's this? One foot on the
wagon?

I'm going to get back to the garage. The
work's piling up now.

She'll be back before you know it.

A bit of truth, you say, Fernie? A
couple of expensive -looking dents.

I'll have to join the queue.

Something special, is it?

The fox hunting season starts tomorrow.

You'd think it'd be the foxes needing
the drink.

What was that?

That's it.

Here. Ow!

That must be something you're wearing.

After a car?

I'm thinking about a capri, yeah?

All style, no substance.

Alfa Romeos are nice.

Rust buckets.

You need some of solid and reliable,
good fuel economy and affordable spare

parts. I take it you have something in
the garage burning.

One careful lady owner.

None, actually.

1 ,200 miles on her clock.

Each and every one of them holy.

I must have something by the weekend.

I'm off to London to see Shona.

My sister.

Brandy, please, do you know? Coming up,
my lord.

There's 15 couple on that list that'll
run down any fox, Mr. Radford.

What's happened to Storm?

He's not come up right, sir.

You've had all summer long.

Maybe it's you who hasn't come up right.
It's not for the want of time you've

spent down the kennels, as you know
yourself.

Gordon has had rather a lot on his plate
recently, but we've put a stop to that,

haven't we, dear?

I'll see you bright and early.

I want the horses looking their best,
even if we can't sell us empty arms.

Such charm. One of the hunting set I
gather.

Yes, the master, Gordon Radford.

He certainly has a gift for getting up
people's noses.

Who's the other chap?

Alec Pickering looks after the hounds.

They used to get on well.

I have turned a blind eye to your many
affairs, Gordon, but I will not... Have

my nose rubbed in it by the kennelman's
wife.

I've broken it off, Mary. What more do
you want?

What we agreed.

Pickering goes and your mistress with
him.

The atmosphere's a bit strange. What
have you been up to?

Storm is Mr Radford's favourite hound.
Now, Storm's parents are Countess and

Traveller. And he was from a little bit
of a side by Nelson, who people say was

the greatest of them all.

David, is there a lot you don't know
about the Aspergill?

Not a lot, no.

Except how to make any spondulics out of
them.

It's not for that, I'm peg.

Everything's for that, lad. It's just a
matter of knowing how.

Go on, have another sip.

They'll get no tart of that lot, Peggy.

They do as they like.

Ride where they want.

They get away with murder.

Your views are well known, Richard.
Let's not have any trouble, shall we?

They're the trouble, Oscar.

I don't wish them any harm who let me
alone.

I'm the hunt secretary, Richard. You
have my word. Any damage on your land,

you'll be fully compensated. I don't
want compensation.

I want the toffs and the dogs to keep
off my land.

Just calm down, Richard.

You're a cracked record.

And for the record, I decide where we
hunt, not you.

Set foot on my land tomorrow. We'll see
what happens.

I'll take that as an invitation.

Oh, so it's true what we say about dogs
and honeybees.

No, no, no, no.

These aren't for you, my furry friend.

There's a farm called Misery, but of
that we'll have none.

Because we know a one that's always lots
of fun. And this one's name is Jolity.

To lead me, folks, it's great. For
everything sings out to us as we go

the gate.

All the little pigs, the grunts and
howl, the cats meow, the dogs bow wow.

Everybody makes a row down on Jolity
Farm.

Ow!

What was that spark?

It's the dry atmosphere, I think. Or the
boots.

It is highly charged personality.

Aha. Brine nylon.

Drip -dry shirts.

The bachelor's burden.

Mrs Ventress wouldn't give them a house
room.

Alf, real men don't iron.

Right. The astrogly hunt meets there.

It does no harm to be visible at these
events.

Messing. And to babysit a bunch of toffs
on horseback.

Why not?

You're taxed. with dealing with the
upper echelons has often been noted.

Looks like it smells good. Oh, just a
few big bones, that'll...

Oh,

what will you give me?

Right, ladies and gents, make sure you
can all see the camera and try and keep

tidy line.

Hang on.

There's somebody missing.

Joanna, where's your mother?

Well, better late than never, I suppose,
Stella.

The shirt I put on was missing a button,
Oscar.

Talk about letting it all hang out.

Now, that would have been an entrance.

Oscar Blaketon.

Right, then.

Let's try that again.

All of you, watch the birdie.

Good hunting, master.

Enjoy it yourself, Pickery.

It'll be your last.

I've decided to let you go.

You have an affair with my wife and I
get the sack.

If you were after a man, it would never
have happened.

You're a weakling.

You deserve everything you get.

My aniseed balls.

You ate them all.

I didn't have 17 left at bedtime last
night, plus one half -sucked. Well, I've

invested your aniseed balls, David.

They're now part of the bigger picture.

Well, you've got no right. They're my
favourite. David, you'll be able to

in aniseed balls after today's over.

Trust me, did I ever say, and it didn't
happen?

Well... You're not too old for a thick
ear.

What have you done to the hounds?

Look at them.

Tired, listless.

Well, well shot are you. Not a minute
too soon.

Simply not called for.

My training of your sensibilities on
your noblesse oblige.

Well, I'm not noble, and I'm not obliged
to anyone.

We'll try Copstone Wood.

That means a hunt crossing Richard
Smith's land. As I no doubt have for the

400 years.

Well, so why not go to Aysegul instead
of what end?

Copstone Wood.

How do you live with him?

Typical Charles, always straight to the
point.

Except when it really matters.

Well, I never found it easy, Mary, that
sort of thing.

Perhaps we should rejoin the hunt.

Told you what would happen if you
strayed on my land. I'm not straying on

land. I'm going straight across it. If
you were proper quality, you wouldn't

like this.

The thing you can do as you please,
we'll all tug our forelock.

Now we have lost to protect you and your
property.

If there's to be any trouble, you let us
handle it, sir.

Oh, yeah, they've got someone up, Peg.

Mrs Raffer's having a right go at
somebody.

She's stolen off now.

Cowpickering.

Your little girl's first kill.

First blood.

Wouldn't want you to forget your first
time.

I won't.

Come on.

Yes. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Smell that aniseed.

Oh, you little beauties.

My little patch of paradise.

Ashley! Where are you?

There you are, you pathetic snake.

You're jealous, so you take the coward's
way, devil!

He bumped me in the jaw, then did all
this. The man's a lunatic.

You've not argued recently?

Crossed each other in some way? No. They
collision outside the pub.

That's hardly more than a shunt.

If there is something between you, I'd
like to know what it is.

You know the man, Sergeant. He's barely
rational.

I think we'd better pay Mr Radford a
visit.

You admit you assaulted Lord Ashfordly,
Mr Radford?

I'll be touched then.

I've seen plates of tripe with more
backbone than that, the mummy's boy.

Because you suspect him of being
responsible for all this?

Look at it.

The brushes are irreplaceable.

I've earned those over years as master.

On what grounds do you suspect Lord
Ashfordly, sir?

Last night, for a start.

That was a minor collision. It hardly
explains all this.

I must be burnt, of course.

That stick's in his throat.

And he's always lusted after my wife.

My wife's there suddenly now.

There's more. Ask him. We already have.

You don't like him much, do you, sir?

I was born in Sheffield.

I've dragged myself up with the
bootstraps. I've earned what I've got.

You've committed an offence on my patch.
I don't care about the rest.

We'll be in touch in due course.

I was in Radford's, whatever he calls
it, sanctum sanctorum yesterday

I haven't been back.

What was the reason for your visit, sir?

It was a personal matter.

Lord Ashfordly, a crime has been
committed. It was a private matter of a

sensitive nature and completely
unrelated to your investigation.

I'll be the judge of that, sir. We can't
risk our investigation because of a few

social niceties.

Social niceties?

This is the very bedrock of our way of
life, Constable.

This is what stops us turning into
animals.

In what you call a cough involves more
than riding to hounds and opening face.

and I will not betray a confidence to
save my own skin. Is that clear?

Where were you today between the hours
of 11am and 5 .30pm?

You know very well.

I did leave the hunt, briefly, to attend
to some business.

When was that, sir, exactly?

When we were at Copston Wood.

Between 3 .20 and 3 .40? If you say so.

Where did you go?

I went to talk to Richard Smith.

Tried to smooth things over.

Didn't want any further unpleasantness.

So he can vouch for you? He wasn't in.

I checked around the place, then I
remounted.

Went back to join the hunt.

I was only gone ten minutes.

I trust my word will be sufficient,
Constable.

Well, it seems that no one can
corroborate your story.

I can tell you that we are following a
number of other lines of inquiry.

Well, I can't be troubling you any
further.

I don't wish to pursue the complaint.

You won't be pressing charges against Mr
Rutherford?

I wash our dirty linen in public.

We're supposed to set an example.

Sound as a pound. Check those sills, not
a speck of rust.

They're the charmed life, as it is.

Ow!

Did I tell you she was a nun?

Richard Smith.

What about him?

Did he drive a Land Rover?

Series 2, 59, two and a quarter lead,
sir.

What's it been for?

Well, you'll have heard of Ginger Wells.

Wartime fighter pilot.

Centre forward for York City.

Well, he did run the Harewood Hill
climb. Three years running in that.

Quite the old ranger.

Local hero was Ginger.

Yeah, did I mention playing for
Yorkshire?

Liv Fath died young.

So how come this is here?

Young and broke.

We sent him off with six black horses
caparisoned in silver.

When it came to my bill, there was now
left but that thing.

So sell it?

Joe, I've stripped the beggar down and
rebuilt it. I've replaced nearly

everything. I've greased it, ground it,
reamed it, polished it. I've even paid

over it, and it hasn't budged since the
day Ginger Wells passed on.

Oh, the colour.

Smith's Landover.

Grey, why?

Out of all the properties in all the
villages, the hunt has to pass through

yours. Yep, and half the village
witnessed it. Hey, and look at this.

Yeah, well, you'll need a new shed.

I've made a list.

I bet you have.

There's more veg here than Leeds Market.

Gutters, fences, I don't know.

Well, it were a black day.

Yeah.

All right.

I'll put this in motion. Could take
several weeks.

Weeks? In the meantime, the truth might
will out.

This is Radford Pound.

The nearest the hunt got was here,
Cotswold Wood, where Lord Ashfordly

that he left the hunt for ten minutes.

Time to get to Radford, do the damage
and get back again.

On horseback, I'd say so.

Lord Ashfordly, I suspect.

We can't eliminate the man from our
inquiries because of his breathing,

He claims he went to smooth things over
with Richard Smith.

Smith and Radford had a thick poo last
night in the pub and again today when

hunt crossed the land.

Well, that's Smith's farm there.

It's no further from Radford's than
Copstone Wood.

So Smith can vouch for Lord Ashfordly?

According to Ashfordly, Smith wasn't
there.

That's the pair of them without alibis?

Smith drives a grey Land Rover.

I happened to see one pairing along this
track while the hunt was in Copstone

Wood. So Ashfordly was at Smith?

And Smith was at Radford's. Or vice
versa.

Right. We should also speak to Alec
Pickering, the kennelman.

Radford gave him a very public dressing
down last night.

Ashfordly, Smith and Pickering.

Three decent leads.

Right. Well, I'll see you bright down in
the morning, then, lads.

Is this your vehicle, Mr Smith?

Aye. Were you driving at around 3 .30
yesterday?

About half three.

Yeah. Do you want to tell me where you
went?

Radford.

He took his cronies trampling on my
land.

I thought I'd do a bit of trampling of
my own.

Breaking and entering.

Arson. Malicious damage.

It's not a laughing matter, sir.

Oh, it is when it's that.

You get the rest of the persuading.

You best just tell me what happened.

You heard him.

I'm not straying on your land, I'm going
straight across it.

He finally tipped me over the edge.

What did you have in mind?

Oh, I don't know. Just some damage.

And I'm just thinking, right, get even.

Somebody had got there before me.

I could hear them smashing the place up.

They were great.

Who was it?

No idea.

You tell me you didn't look.

Well, I don't know. I can't tell.

The door was open and you weren't just
the slightest bit curious.

No.

But I hope they did a right good job.

Come on, lads.

At least have the good grace to wait
till nightfall before you come poaching.

Oh, that was uncalled for, you lordship.

Especially since I am the injured party.

You don't look injured.

No, not me.

My vegetable plot, which you and your
colleagues were right across yesterday

afternoon. Ah, did we?

Well, you better talk to Blaketon. Yeah,
well, I did, but he said it'll take

weeks to sort out. And meanwhile, my
family goes hungry.

You and that nephew of yours?

Oh, I know we haven't got a family like
yours, Your Lordship, grand and wealthy

and noted for fair play, no bless
oblige, etc.

If I hear that one more time, I think
I'll probably shoot myself.

Yeah, well, before you do that... Oh,
very well, I'll speak to Blaketon. I

wouldn't want you to go short of
vegetables to eat with my pheasant.

Let the young 'uns eat first, then put
more flesh out for the rest of the pack.

You listening?

After they get done, Dad.

When did all this happen?

Yesterday afternoon.

There is a God after all.

You and Mr. Radford didn't get on. He
gave me the sack yesterday.

Is that what the disagreement was about
in the pub? Or was it something else

that you fell out about?

It was a job, that's all.

Only it seemed more personal.

Where were you yesterday between 3 .20
and 3 .40?

Are you taking the mic?

We've reason to believe that was the
time the vandalism took place.

I was wearing a bright red coat.

Some team witnesses will tell you I
never left the hunt.

I don't know who broke in at Radford's,
but sad to say, it weren't me.

Hiya.

I found this in the bar.

I think it's Joanna's. Mine, actually.
It's no difference.

Don't be such a kid.

Stella, what's going on?

Alec got the push.

The house comes with the job, so we're
moving.

Where to?

Where we can find work, if we can.

That's awful, Stella.

It's my own fault.

You and Gordon Radford.

Lady Mock found out. It was a bit of
fun, Gina.

I was bored. Me and Alec, hounds are his
life these days.

What on earth?

I don't see how we'll get back from
this.

Hey, call me, yeah. Of course you will.

Oh, hey, Mr Raffer's got broken into.

During the hunt, yeah.

Well, they're in Coxton Wood, we think.

Oh, they're in there for ages.

You were watching?

You didn't happen to see anything
unusual, did you?

Me? Huh?

I was too busy watching Mrs Radford give
somebody a right ticking off.

So, who said I was arguing?

A reliable witness.

Have you seen many, Constable?

If you upset someone, it's possible they
did the damage to your husband's

property.

We're passionate about our sport, like
you are about association football.

It's a charged atmosphere.

Tempers boil over. There are arguments.

Perhaps someone upset you.

Did you leave the Hunter Tomlinson's
Redfoot?

To ride home and set fire to Gordon's
study.

I wouldn't set foot in there if it was
the last place on earth.

Never have.

It's his preserve and I respect that.

If that's all.

You won't tell me what this argument was
about.

Certainly not. We have strict rules of
etiquette. What's said in the field

in the field. Much like association
football.

The man you've spoken to confirms
Pickering never left the hunt.

He's not your man, Sarge.

Which leaves Lord Ashforday and Richard
Smith.

But their stories tally with each other.

They could both be lying.

What about Mary Radford? What does she
have to say for herself?

Absolutely nothing in a very roundabout
and condescending way.

Could she be covering for someone?

Our old friend's no bliss oblige.

But Radford's not a proper toff, though,
is he?

He's not, but she is.

It's her house and her money.

He was selling insurance door to door.

That's how they met.

At least, according to Mrs Ventress,
who's hardly ever wrong.

Blimey. The way he goes on. You'd think
he owned half the county.

She does.

There's much stuff from the Radford's
dead.

Yeah, so I sent Young about to do a
deeper search, see if we could come up

anything more useful.

He did.

This.

It looks like a button off a lady's
blouse.

Yeah, it is. But it's not his wife.

She told me she doesn't go in there.
Never has.

And I believe her.

The dirty dog?

Well, the hunt photographs such.

It's an annual ritual.

It always takes place on the dot at 11 o
'clock on the first day of the season.

Hang on, there's somebody missing.
Joanna, where's your mother?

Only this year it was late, thanks to
Stella Pickering.

Laketon wasn't best pleased.

Well, better late than never, I suppose,
Stella.

The shirt I put on was missing a button,
Oscar.

Talk about letting it all hang out.

No, that would have been an entrance.

Right, then.

Let's try again.

We found it in Gordon Radford's den.

Down the back of his sofa, to be exact.

It's the missing button from your
blouse, I take it?

There's not much excitement round here.

It was a fairly pointless fling, wasn't
it? Cost my husband's job on this house.

Is that what you were arguing with Mrs
Radford about?

Well, you must have been very angry.

Radford had just sacked your husband.

You blamed Mary.

And you decided to take it out on Mr
Radford while the hunt was busy in

Wood.

Is that when it happened?

We think so, yes.

It can't have been me, then.

I was with Gordon. That's when he told
me he'd sacked Alec.

And then what?

The hunts picked up a scent and we were
off.

You can ask him. I was with Gordon the
whole time.

Did your husband know about this affair?

Yes, he's known for some time.

He turned a blind eye.

He needed the job, Sergeant. What do you
think?

Did Mary Radford know?

She decided I had to go.

And that meant Alex as well.

But you didn't argue with Mary Radford
while the hunt was in Copston Wood?

I told you.

You left the door open, Bernie.

I've got some paperwork to catch up on.

Needed a swift half to raise the spirit.

I'll let you go on.

Thought it'd keep the rose he got back,
but she's not coming back.

Let her arrive this morning, airmail.

I'm sorry.

She's happy.

The main thing.

As David will tell you, that little plot
was like the Garden of Eden.

Was it?

Yes, it was.

So I marched straight up to Ashfordly
Hall.

I mean, when you're like that with the
organ grinder, you wouldn't want to do

business with the monkey. Evening,
Oscar.

Well, I've had a word with Lord
Ashfordly. Oh, and how is it, my pal?

This is a con and you know it. I don't
know how you've done it.

But I mean to find out.

Has his lordship given you any
instructions regarding my compensation?

You can have the check tomorrow night.

This business is as bent as a nine -bob
note.

Oh, he's cobbled to the quill.

Ashfordly dare not show his face to me.

Not tonight, no.

You don't still think he had anything to
do with your fire?

No, he didn't. A minor car accident?

The fact that you're master of the
hounds?

No, bless the please, old man.

No, bless the please.

Well, you won't be needing these.

A walk will do you good.

In that case, one for the road.

Oh, what a lovely morning.

Oh, you're in a good mood.

Your brilliant auntie has converted all
your aniseed bowls into hard cash.

How much?

Oh, not that much, actually.

But enough to get you another big bag of
them. What do you think of that?

Great. Are you taking some of that for
your dinner?

Oh, lovely.

Yeah. Don't you just love the smell of
beef broth in the morning?

Oh, it smells of...

And I say balls.

Mrs Radford found him in a ditch by the
gate this morning.

He hasn't regained consciousness.

How can we run then?

Start with the garages.

I'm hoping it's a non -reported
accident.

As opposed to attempted murder.

Was it booked in a time?

Lord Ashfordly brought it in. Fell in
with the doors. I got on with it

away.

We know there's a minor shunt on this
wing.

Is that what it looked like, or could it
have been a bigger impact?

One dent looks much the same as another
to me.

Could it have been a glancing blow on a
pedestrian?

I really wouldn't like to say.

I was out in the car last night, yes, on
a confidential matter.

I need to know where you were, my lord.

And I won't betray a competent sergeant.

A man may die.

I need to establish the facts.

I have some business to attend to. I
took the car.

What time is this?

Fairly late, half to ten.

What time did you return?

I was out for an hour or so.

And no one can corroborate this.

Or at least you say there is someone,
but you won't tell me who.

You want to tell me what you're looking
for?

Gordon Radford was hit by a car last
night.

The driver didn't stop.

Well, he's all right, is he?

He's unconscious.

Listen, I'm sorry, I know I'll go on a
bit, but I won't wish real harm on

anybody. You saw who broke into Mr
Radford's den, didn't you?

Will you tell me who it is now?

You and Mr Radford are recently involved
in an argument outside the Aidensfield

Arms. He did quite a bit of damage to my
car.

Yet you didn't take it in for repair
straight away. Why was that?

The day after the accident, I was
hunting all day, and yesterday I spent

my time answering your constable's
questions.

You didn't even book it in.

Yet this morning you were there bright
and early.

I found the damage offensive.

Lord Ashfordly, did you knock down
Gordon Radford last night?

Good heavens, man, no, of course not.

Somebody saw you, Joanna, setting fire
to Mr Radford's den.

I wonder why you would do that.

Mrs Radford.

She shouldn't have said it.

In Copston Wood.

The hounds are taking ages to pick up a
scent.

People are wandering around a bit bored.

What do you want with me?

Mr. Bradford's got my dad, hasn't he?
That's between the two men, Joanna.

Yeah, but if he says something, we might
be able to stay. There's nothing I can

do. You could try.

You really have no idea what you're
asking.

You're going to throw us out, and we're
going to lose our home and everything.

Don't lay this at my door. Who were
they? Your mother.

She's been sleeping with my husband.

Your mother and Mr. Bradford.

Is that the first you knew of it?

Did you mean to cause so much damage?

I meant to burn the whole place down.

It must have taken you some time.

Nobody notices me.

Not Mum.

Not Dad.

Joanna, why the sofa?

You cut it to ribbons.

I told you.

I was mad.

At Mum and Mum.

Joanna, is there anything else you want
to tell me before we go down to the

house?

Anything at all?

I'd like you to read this over your
lordship and sign it unless there are

parts of it you disagree.

Excuse me.

A message from PC Mason, Sergeant.

That was a bit of a good message.

Lord Ashfordly had an alibi, Sarge.
According to Joanna Pickering, he was

last night. Arrived at 10 .15, stayed
for an hour.

Yeah, what on earth was he doing here?

No bless oblige. He knows something
about this family that he won't divulge,

even to save his own skin.

And you know what this something is?

I'd rather hear it from her.

Joanna has already admitted to starting
the fire at the Radford's house.

It can't be.

Joanna. I know about Mum and Gordon.

Mrs Radford told me.

But you're all right, love.

We're still together as a family.

Where were you last night, Mr Pickering?

Young farmers down Danby. Why?

Gordon Radford was the victim of a hit
-and -run last night.

He's in hospital.

How about you, Mrs Pickering? What?

Here. I was here.

All night?

Yeah. Then you'll be able to tell me who
your visitor was.

I don't remember any visitor.

Your daughter does.

Help me, Joe.

Do you have your own car, Mrs Pickering?

Stella.

Alec. I'd gone out for the night. Joe
was upstairs, I think. I remembered the

shirt button. I hadn't done anything
about it.

You decided to mend it?

I got my sewing box, find a matching
button, got some white

cotton, threaded a needle, and then I
realised... What did you realise, Mrs

Pickering?

The last person to wear that shirt.

More than a child. How could he do that
to her? Take your time, Mrs Pickering.

I got in the car. I was going to
confront him to put a picture of a wife.

I was in a rage.

And I didn't see him.

I felt him, though.

I saw him in the mirror.

And I drove up onto the moor to calm
down.

And with that... I hope he...

We'll need a full written statement, Mrs
Pickering.

Then there'll be the question and
charges before we can consider bail.

At last, I was beginning to think that
thing were jinxed. Of course, celebrate

with some of that Peggy soup.

You in?

What's going on?

What have you got in there, David?

Look, soup.

Half Peggy's homemade.

Let me guess what's in it. Well, it's
beef balls and aniseed balls.

I'm sorry, I wanted to guess, didn't
you?

Well, no wonder you're a hit with the
hounds, David. Aniseed is used to lay

trails for the hounds to follow. But you
wouldn't know that, would you? No, I

didn't know that.

But if this soup is anything to go by, I
don't blame them.

You were drunk.

A car hit you.

Hurt all over. I've just been on the
phone with Alec Pickering. He wanted to

know how you were.

Whatever for?

Because it was his wife who hit you.

I've overlooked, I don't know how many,
Gordon, but I can't overlook this one.

Stella Pickering? No, her daughter.

She's 16 years old.

I'll send you a caisson.

You can get the rest when you've found
somewhere else to live.

Many miles from here.

Mary.

No, no, you can say what you like about
Lord Ashfordly.

He's old school.

A proper toff.

Firm, but fair.

Speaking of which... One check.

Thank you.

Peggy Armstrong, the sum of one million
laughs.

Signed, Vicky Mouse.

And there's your compensation, Peg.

It's your favourite beef bone and
adderseed bowl soup.

David, have you been giving away my
secret recipes? You should have tossed

bones in the bin after you laid the drag
trails.

In the bin?

Waste not, want not, Oscar.

Aren't you peggers?

Beef broth with aniseed.

Now that's got a ring to it.

Mary's thrown him out on his ear.

And you'll have to resign as master, of
course, which means you won't be

troubled any further, Richard.

I believe that when I see it.

Oh, you'll see it.

I'm a man of my word.

Good night, Blaketon. Gina.

Good night.

All sorted out, Your Lordship?

As is your case, finally.

With the greatest of respect, you didn't
exactly speed things along.

I knew about Radford and the Pickering
girl.

Went to appeal to his better nature.

Of course, he doesn't have one, so I
went to see the girl herself, offer my

help. It's not all riding to hounds and
opening fates, eh?

No, bless oblige. Rank imposes
obligations.

Oh, I know I was born in a privileged
mason, I know that.

But it comes with a duty to those who
weren't.

I wanted to make amends to the girl. Do
the right thing.

Didn't quite work out that way, sir.

How could Mary have fallen for such a
thoroughly bad lot?

Closed book to me, Mason.

Fair sex.

Closed book.

Running like a sewing machine.

You make it hard to resist.

Well, it's just what you need.

Aye, I suppose.

Let me take the sporty number.

Are you sure? You'll have to push it out
the garage.

I'll take my chances.

Deal?

Well,

you can't use a car because you didn't
work or live.

I've lost

count of the number of workers involved
in accidents

on Ross's land. He's not fit to be in
charge.

Have you been aware of anyone entering
the house? I thought I heard noises last

night, but when I got up, the... Hello?
Didn't seem to be anybody there.

You know, I went for a drive with Dee
for earlier, and I saw this man running

through the woods. He was completely
naked.

Send backup.

Looks like there's more trouble brewing
over at Rosley Place. Over.