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Good of you to come.

Bob, this is Henry.

Ah. The cooking policeman.

Nickie!

Sorry?

Stella. Stella Jackson.

Oh, the Bishops don´t seem very happy, do they?

It´s not my fault if the little bastard didn´t show up.

Whose fault is it, then?

It´s Tucker.

So you´re assuming that Tucker was killed

here in the racecourse, sir?

Are you saying it´s my fault?

Do you know who killed Ben?

No!

Was he popular?

I wouldn´t say popular, exactly.

I´m just about sick of your attitude, Crabbe.

Let´s see what your boss has to say, shall we?

Mmm!

That is dreamy.

Shouldn´t we get on?

I can´t falsify the books, Bob.

I can´t do anything even remotely fraudulent.

Are you crazy?

You know I had the law ´round my place this afternoon.

Yeah, but this wasn´t a carefully planned

and calculated murder, was it?

He must have been frightened, confused.

Did the first thing that came to mind.

Why would Jerry hurt Ben?

Where´s Jerry?

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Right, then.

Let´s talk about money, shall we?

You claim these are winnings.

That´s right.

Interview resumed. 9:41.

Jerry put £100 on for me with a bookie in town

the day before the race.

Why Jerry?

I knew I could trust him.

And he happened to be going that way with a couple of the horses.

No, no. I mean why didn´t you do it yourself?

You probably don´t know this,

but under the rules, jockeys aren´t allowed to bet.

I mean, everyone does,

but you´ve got to be a bit discreet.

Didn´t your horse lose at Haybury?

I wasn´t betting on Vintage. He was favorite.

I had it on Glaramara in the 2:30 at 20 to 1.

Right. You give us the name of the bookie, and we´ll check.

So you went to the caravan to pick up your winnings.

Then what?

I knocked.

There was no answer, so I went ´round to the window.

It was open. On the catch, you know?

And -- And I saw him lying there.

Instead of going for help, you broke in.

I didn´t know he was dead, did I?

No, and you wanted to see if he still had your money.

Yes.

Yes. So why did you run away?

I don´t know. I...

I heard a car.

For all I knew, it was the killer coming back.

I panicked.

Yes?

A.C.C. Fisher would like a word, sir.

Interview suspended. 9:43.

Come in.

Ah, Crabbe.

You know Councilor and Mr. Bishop?

Yes, sir. We have met, sir, yes.

Understandably enough,

they´re somewhat concerned about their daughter.

We realize you´re only doing your job, Henry.

Of course I´ve explained

that your inquiries are entirely routine.

Routine, sir, yes. Entirely, no.

Should we be calling our solicitor, Freddy?

Just give us a moment, would you, please?

Well?

Well, she´s sticking to the same story about the money.

She´s probably telling the truth, as far as it goes.

But she´s definitely holding something back.

We´re gonna have to let her go, you know?

-Sir -- -Oh, come on!

We´ve no grounds for holding her.

We both know that.

Assaulting a police officer? Obstruction

I´m talking about murder, Crabbe.

I blame you, you know?

If you´d brought Jerry Lawless in earlier...

You what?

If you´d brought him in earlier, he might still be alive.

You wouldn´t let me bring him in, if you remember.

Because you had no evidence, man.

But two people are dead.

Look, I don´t care whose family is involved.

-I demand you let me do my job.

Demand.

Well, you can always replace me, of course.

It´s not gonna look very good in the press, is it?

Especially if somebody tells them why.

Are you threatening me, Crabbe?

No comment, sir.

All right.

It´s your case. On your head be it.

I presume you intend to charge her, then?

Well?

Um, no, sir.

Perhaps you´d like to inform Councilor Bishop

that her daughter will be released immediately.

Oh, I see. Fisher says --

No, it´s got nothing to do with Fisher!

I need to know what´s going on down at those stables.

I can hardly do that if she´s sitting in a police cell, can I?

Oh, so you do still think she´s lying?

Well, of course she´s lying!

She knew it was us at the caravan, so why did she run?

We need to know.

Do you have a problem with that, Sergeant?

-No, sir. -Good!

Then just for once do exactly what I say!

Can she still have her money back?

No!

Morning, Mrs. Crabbe.

Morning, Jason.

Did some checking

of Jerry Lawless´ finances this morning.

It seems he has almost £5,000 in a deposit account

at the Midwest Bank.

Paid in cash.

-That is interesting. -Oh.

Good work.

For what it´s worth, sir,

I don´t think you could have prevented his death.

You know, I could get used to this.

Henry.

I keep meaning to bring the missus

´round that caff of yours.

But people will keep dying.

Owen, can we just get on with it?

Time of death somewhere around midnight, at a guess.

Caused by a single crushing blow

to the right temporal region, here.

One or two older injuries might be of interest too.

Bruising to the knuckles and the face.

I´d say he´s been in a fistfight sometime in the last few days.

Yeah. So?

Oh, of course.

You won´t have read my P.M. report on the first murder yet.

Bit of a page-turner, if I say so myself.

Thanks.

Oh, Owen, please -- words of one syllable.

Well, I found two distinct types of injury --

relatively minor bruising to the face and the chest

probably inflicted with bare hands

by someone standing in front of the victim.

And a single, fatal blow to the skull, struck from behind.

What, you mean -- Are you saying there were two assailants?

Well, it´s possible.

And assailant number one was Jerry Lawless?

Well, the injuries to the fists I mentioned are consistent, yes.

And the same weapon was used in both killings?

Could be. The wounds are similar.

You didn´t take anything from here this morning, I suppose?

No, of course not.

Well, there was something lying next to the body, you see?

-Well, could be.

What´s odd is that the blood had dried around it.

So whatever it was

must have been moved several hours after the time of death.

-Ah.

We found this hidden amongst some junk back there.

Looks fairly new.

Could be anything.

Yeah. Let´s see what the lab makes of it, huh?

Thank you.

Well, I´ll be ´round to claim my free egg and chips sometime.

Oh, yes, yes. And most welcome.

Thank you very much, Owen. Thanks a lot.

I reckon she´s got the hump over this Stella Whatsit.

They´re old pals, she said.

Exactly my point.

Lemon juice.

I mean, think about it.

They were at school together, right?

And this Stella bird, she´s got it all --

dosh, smart car, flash job.

Here. Beat that.

So Nicola´s got to be asking herself

why she´s still just a waitress.

And what´s wrong with being a waitress?

Uh, haven´t you, um, f

It´s a sorbet. There isn´t any cream.

I don´t mean to break up the lesson, Fanny Cradock,

but our first booking´s in an hour.

Yeah, yeah. All under control.

Oh, good.

More strawberries.

Thank you.

Well, according to forensics,

this is where the first killing happened.

Tucker was the horse´s lad.

Hmm.

so Tucker leaves the pub around 11:00,

comes down here, finds Jerry, they fight.

And then someone else comes up

and bashes Tucker in the back of the head from behind.

And then kills Jerry later to stop him talking?

Yeah.

Question is, what were the killer and Jerry doing here

at that time of night?

Inspector?

Um, look, about yesterday --

I´m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot.

It´s just this whole bloody awful business, you know?

Yes, of course.

First Tucker. Now Jerry.

What the hell is going on here?

Have you got any enemies, Mr. Bishop?

Me personally, you mean?

Can you think of anyone who´s got a grudge against the stable?

-Well, no.

We´ve got rivals, obviously, but...

Look, sorry.

Anything you need, just say the word.

Easy, damn it!

Easy, I said!

Well, he´s very cooperative all of a sudden.

Yeah. Bit of a temper, though, hasn´t he?

Has he got a record, do we know?

Don´t know.

Wouldn´t hurt to do a little check, would it?

Right.

Ah, Mr. Carey.

Can I have a word?

Good day, now.

See you.

How´s it going?

Well, getting there.

Some of these cash outgoings are a bit on the high side, though.

Payments to suppliers, by the looks of it.

Mm.

Thing is, I can´t seem to find any invoices.

Margaret, some of these old boys

were selling us apples in Dad´s time.

Paperwork is not exactly their forte.

Oi, that´s my lunch!

Not anymore.

Come on.

We can do better than that.

I understand Jerry had worked at the stables

for longer than the other lads.

That´s right.

He was signed up as an apprentice.

Straight out of school.

That´s him.

Nice enough boy. Good worker.

But he never really had the touch for it --

as a jockey, I mean.

He seems to have had quite a lot of money put away.

That surprise you?

Well, you saw the caravan, the way he lived.

He told me he´d had a bit of luck on the horses.

Oh, aye?

They say never take a tip from a lad or a jockey, Inspector.

And I reckon that´s pretty good advice.

Well, where do you suppose he got the money from?

I wouldn´t know, would I?

Where there´s horses, there´s punters.

You think somebody could have been paying him

for, I don´t know, information, something?

As I say, I wouldn´t know.

And he´d have made damn sure I didn´t know either.

I don´t hold with anything like that.

Isn´t that Bob Bishop´s driver?

That´s right. Jason Preece.

They signed up together, him and Jerry.

Why did he leave, then?

Well, he didn´t want to graft, did he?

Anyway, Liz Bishop was better.

She was getting all the good rides.

Thank you, Mr. Carey.

Now, this is a new line we´re trying --

cider and ginger punch.

I´m really rather pleased with it.

Tell me about the takeover bid, Bob.

Who´s for? Who´s against?

Well, Tony´s dead set on accepting, obviously.

To be honest with you, he´s not happy with the way I run things,

and he´s pretty strapped for cash.

But if it´s a question of money,

surely you can offer to buy him out.

Well, I have.

But the trouble is, I can´t match Appledale´s offer.

And Liz?

Oh, well, that´s the big question, isn´t it?

You see, until Liz was 21,

her shares were in trust.

She didn´t become eligible to vote on the board

until this year.

She´s close to Tony,

so she might feel her loyalties lie with the stable.

But surely she knows how important

the business is to you.

You´re her father.

Yeah. But...

Couldn´t Emma persuade her?

Emma?

My wife´s a very busy woman.

So how is the punch?

Well, it´s very nice.

And you can certainly taste that

Ginger, Margaret.

Come on. Drink up.

Hello. Pie in the Sky.

Gary!

Hello?

Gary.

Stella. Remember me?

Ah, right.

Marvelous.

This is marvelous.

You´ve worked wonders, Margaret.

Come on. It´s only simple arithmetic.

Oh, yeah?

Well, how come our old accountant

never made it look so good?

Oh!

What have you done?

Ohh!

Let´s have a look.

-No, it´s nothing. -No, no, no.

Let´s have a look. Let´s have a look.

I think we better discuss your corporation tax.

Yeah.

Yeah, you´re right.

To be honest, I haven´t seen much of Jerry for years.

I mean, just to say hi to

when I drive the boss over to see his horse.

Still, you must have been quite close at one time.

Ah, we were just kids then, eh, weren´t we?

I mean, course, when I heard what happened,

I was like really sorry.

Tell me, why did you leave Larkhill?

The pay´s terrible.

Most of the time you get treated like a skivvy.

Only stick out it because of this fantasy

that one day you´ll be like Lester Piggott.

Didn´t happen for me.

Must have been very disappointing.

Did you resent it?

No, not really.

I used to see Bob Bishop about the stables.

When he offered me the chance of a proper job, I jumped at it.

So...

Where did you go to after you left my restaurant last night?

Dropped the boss off here, straight home to bed.

Oh. And Monday night?

Henry!

Henry.

What are you doing here?

The inspector was just asking about Monday night, sir.

That was the Conservative Club do, wasn´t it?

Ah, that´s right.

Emma did organize a little meeting for the party faithful.

With your Mr. Fisher.

"Policing in partnership."

Gripping stuff.

I can imagine.

And what time did you get home that night?

Well, he did go on a bit, to be honest, and there were drinks.

You must have got us home about 1:00?

Something like that, sir, yeah.

Oh, well, that settles it, then. Thank you very much.

Oh, Henry, I would like you to try our cider vinegar.

Ah, no. No, thanks. It´s fine.

Nip in and get a couple of bottles. There´s a good chap.

I think you´d like it.

Just the thing in salad dressing.

-Mm.

How was your day?

Oh, you know, busy.

Family accounts for tomorrow´s board meeting.

How about you? How was your, um...

Murder investigation. Oh, very enjoyable, thank you.

All right?

Bit low on ice, aren´t we?

Hey. Excuse me?

I´ll get some more, shall I?

Stella asked you for a drink, then?

You

Nah. I think I´ll give it a miss.

I mean, she said she´d be there anyway, so it´s no big deal.

Right. Um, any particular time?

Good -- Gary!

Oh. I did another batch of brown-bread ice cream, Chef.

And that´s strawberry, strawberry and lemon sorbet,

strawberry and kirsch,

mascarpone and strawberry, and, um, strawberry spoom.

Spoom?

Well, yeah. It´s a mixture of sorbet and meringue, Chef.

Yes, I know what it is. What´s it doing here?

I just thought it´d make a bit of a change.

No, no, no, no. This is --

Look, this is an obsession, Gary.

No more ice cream.

And as for you,

no more strawberries until further notice, all right?

But t-the Royal Sovereigns are just ready for picking!

I don´t care.

Two pie, one skate, one liver!

I mean, they all ripen at once. I can´t just pull the plug!

Hello!

Does anybody fancy a bit of cooking?

Oh!

That´s drench. For equine constipation.

I´ll make you up a dose if you want.

-Evening, Sergeant. -Evening.

I don´t suppose you ride, by any chance?

If you´re planning to be around for a while.

Yeah, great.

Henry, can you cash up? I´m exhausted.

I´ve got this board meeting tomorrow.

Yes, of course.

Two coffees, one treacle tart, and one ice cream.

Right.

Actually, I´m not feeling too clever either.

Okay if I...

Yes, yes. Off you go, Henderson.

- Night, all. - Good night.

You know, you might as well go home too, Gary.

-Oh, cheers, Chef.

And no more ice cream until all that lot´s finished, all right?

Yes, Chef.

Before you go home,

I think you and I need to have a little chat.

I mean, we really depend on you. You do know that, don´t you?

That´s nice.

So -- So, I mean, if there´s anything about the job

that´s dragging you down, you know,

I really want to know about it.

It´s not the job, Chef.

It´s Stella.

This girl you were at school with?

Yeah.

She´s always been...

...you know, greedy.

I mean, she just sees something she wants,

and she´s got to have it.

And Gary can be such a total prat.

Gary, yeah. Uh-huh.

Oi. I´m not jealous.

Mnh-mnh. No.

No, I never said you were.

-Good. ´Cause I´m not. -No.

I mean, you know, we´re not going out together.

It´s not like you and, uh...

What?

You´re not suggesting I´m jealous of what´s his name?

-Bob. -Bob.

No. No, I didn´t mean that.

Good.

Well, that´s sorted, then.

I´ll get another bottle.

Oh! Hi.

Hello.

Henderson. The fruit bloke.

Oh, yes.

Well, fruit and veg.

Really?

You should see my purple sprouting.

Get lost, creep.

We´ve all heard what Margaret´s had to say,

and the accounts speak for themselves.

This is a sound company. Solid, profitable.

Ha!

The point is, Dad, we´d make much more

if we accepted Appledale´s bid.

What about the future, Liz? How long is a jockey´s career?

10 years? 15 if you´re lucky. What then?

She can come into partnership with me.

You can buy your own damn stables

with what Appledale´s offering.

Meanwhile, they close us down!

Bishops becomes just another label

on somebody else´s product.

And what about our workers? They´re good people.

Some of them have given their whole lives to this firm.

They´re part of our family.

Oh, spare us the sermon.

No. Let him finish.

Well, you grew up with some of these people, Liz.

Have you forgotten that?

Look, this isn´t a bloody charity.

Can you really do this to them, Lizzie?

Just shut up a minute, will you?

-Liz.

Come on. Please.

I suggest we take a vote. All in favor?

All right, abstain.

You don´t have to decide now. At least keep the option open.

Against?

I´m sorry, Uncle Tony, but I think he´s right.

Look, we´ll find some other way for the stables.

Oh, go to hell. The pair of you!

Come on. You can´t do this.

I´ve heard it all before. I´m not interested.

What do you mean, you´re not interested?

This is our livelihood.

All these horses need to be done, you know?

How about my livelihood?

What about your livelihood?

Who pays my bills?

We´ll pay your bills!

This just came through on the fax.

It´s the dope-test results.

It must be a mistake.

Well, you don´t really think it´s me, for God´s sake!

Morning.

Ready to go?

Liz, wait.

Sorry, but the farrier says no credit.

Okay, I´ll deal with it. You get up to the gallops.

Is there a problem?

Oh, nothing Uncle Tony can´t handle, I´m sure.

Just keep it nice and easy.

Try and stay with me.

But, remember...

-It´s not a race. -It´s not a race.

First pair.

Who is that over there?

What?

There, there, there. Can´t you see him?

Come on.

No, no! That way!

Stop!

It´s all right! I´m on your side!

-I want to talk to Crabbe.

Who are you?

Chief Inspector Matthew Kendon, Cambridge.

Ex, I should say.

Yes, thank you, sir. I know.

Early retirement, wasn´t it?

Bad back or something?

I´d have never recognized you outside uniform.

So, what´s all this sneaking around for?

Well, trying to protect me cover, wasn´t I?

I´m private now.

Special investigator for the Jockey Club.

Oh.

So, what´s their interest in my murder case?

Oh, it´s not the murder.

No, we´ve had our eye on Tony Bishop

for some few months now.

Some of the bookies he associates with are well dodgy.

And the stable´s been having more than its share of bad luck.

Such as?

Oh, you know,

stirrup leathers snapping halfway through a race.

Cast shoes. Mystery viruses.

That sort of thing.

So, in other words, he´s been nobbling his own horses.

People pay big money to stop a favorite.

Only problem, it´s a hell of a job trying to prove it.

Till yesterday, anyhow.

It´s not bad, this. What is it?

It´s apple brandy.

It was a present.

Tell you the truth, I´m not keen on it myself.

So, what happened yesterday?

We got the results of a blood test

on a horse called Bishops Vintage at Haybury.

Of course, you were there, weren´t you?

Yeah.

Showed up positive for traces of --

Acepromazine. It´s a veterinary tranquilizer.

-How on earth did you... -Just a lucky guess, really.

And forensics said that´s what was in the syringe

we found in Jerry´s caravan.

You know, this morning

Tony Bishop received a fax he was pretty upset about.

Must have been the test results.

So, what happens now?

Well, there´ll be an inquiry, of course.

He may well lose his license.

But to be honest, it´s all a bit academic at this point.

Unless he can lay his hands on a lot of cash,

I´d say he´ll be bust inside a week.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Morning, Nicola.

Henderson. All right?

"Oh, hello, Gary. How are you today?"

Apple brandy?

So...

Tony Bishop was paying Jerry to nobble one of his own horses,

and Tucker caught him at it.

Well, it fits, sir.

And Tony´s obviously desperate for cash.

Oh, and you were right about his temper too.

I put in a call to criminal records,

and there was an assault on a bookie years ago.

So maybe he is the sort of man to lash out in that situation.

Hmm.

You see, the trouble is...

...we haven´t any evidence that directly links Tony

with either of the two murders, have we?

-No.

No, but they are still searching the woods.

By the way, Liz Bishop wants to know

how long they´re gonna be there.

Sir?

It´s probably nothing,

but I keep asking myself why she ran.

Henry. How can I help you?

I was just wondering --

You know that cane of your great-grandfather´s --

the one in the painting, the one that´s used on all the labels --

Haven´t I seen a photo of Tony with it?

Yeah, Dad left it to Tony when I got the picture.

Must be at Larkhill.

Thanks. Bye.

Margaret!

I´m glad you´re still here!

Bob, these cash payments --

I´ve been having another look at them,

and there are still a lot outstanding.

Yes, I know, but...

-I´ll be right with you.

Would you check over these documents?

Sure.

Tony´s finally decided to sell me his shares.

So Bishops is safe. You got what you wanted.

Yes.

-Congratulations. -See you later.

Can I run you home, Mrs. Crabbe?

That´s all right, Jason.

Henry, have you got a moment?

It´s about the board meeting.

Yeah, Margaret, look,

I´m sure Bob handled things quite magnificently.

But I´m afraid I´ve got my hands full

with the horseracing side of the family at the moment.

Um, look, tell me about it tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yes, I´m afraid I´m gonna be rather late getting back.

Henry.

Enjoy your weekend, Mrs. Crabbe.

You´re a difficult man to find, Gary.

Well, aren´t you gonna ask me in?

She´s just come past me, sir.

Hello, Liz.

I really wouldn´t do that if I were you.

Inspector.

I didn´t kill Jerry.

I know you didn´t.

It´s like you said --

You went to the caravan to collect your winnings.

And you found the body, saw the cane.

And you knew that would lead us straight to Tony.

I´m saying nothing without a lawyer.

Very wise.

You´re making a big mistake, Crabbe.

You´ll regret this!

Suppose you´ve never seen this before, either.

Get your hands off me!

How did you know about the cane?

Well, I didn´t, did I? Not really.

But she had to have been hiding something.

That´s why she ran.

Huh.

This is packed with lead.

That´s how old Joshua used to deal with the bookies.

Henry, will you please listen

to what I am trying to say?!

No!

Look, Margaret, I´ve been up all night interviewing Tony Bishop!

Since then I´ve had his lawyer and Fisher

going on and on at me.

I come home for a quick shower and a clean shirt,

not so you can join in the bloody chorus!

All I am saying is, why did Tony leave the cane in the caravan?!

Because he´d just beaten someone to death with it.

He probably wasn´t thinking too clearly!

Anyway, what´s all this sudden interest about?

I´m trying to tell you

that I think you´re making a terrible mistake!

Oh, why? Because he´s Bob´s wonderful brother?

Oh, that´s not fair.

Spare me how wonderful the Bishop family are, all right?

-Henry! -No!

Nicola...

I don´t quite know how to tell you this.

I mean, I know Stella´s an old friend of yours and everything.

What about her?

Well, she came ´round to my place last night.

Yeah?

I just thought she enjoyed talking about cooking.

I don´t think I want to hear this.

Me neither.

It turns out that was just a cover

because what she´s really been after all along...

Gary!

...is a new chef for The Oak Tree.

What?

-Yeah.

I mean, apparently she sacked the last bloke

the day she got there.

I don´t believe this.

Well, I told her to get stuffed.

I mean, I couldn´t do that to Henry and Margaret.

Here, Crabbe, have you heard this?

You want to sue!

Not now, Henderson!

What?

Nothing.

Well, I´m sorry. Did I say something amusing?

Yes?

We have to talk.

Margaret. What about?

I think you know, Bob, don´t you?

Interview suspended. 9:45.

Well, he´s still denying everything.

Claims the cane´s been lying around the tack room for years

where anyone could have picked it up.

He´s convinced someone´s out to destroy the stables.

Oh, really?

And the lawyer says we have no grounds on which to hold him.

What about this record of his? Anything usable there?

Don´t know.

Well, let´s take a look, shall we?

Okay.

There you go.

No, wrong Bishop. That´s his brother.

Bob Bishop. What´s he doing in there?

Uh...

Pulled over, speeding. Last Monday.

Monday? Wait. Jason was driving on Monday.

He lied.

Bob Bishop lied to me, Cambridge.

He was driving on Monday.

Why would he lie, sir?

Come on, Margaret.

Nicola. Can I speak to Margaret, please?

She´s gone where?

Oh, it was you, wasn´t it, Bob?

That´s where all that cash went.

You paid Jerry Lawless to fix Tony´s horses.

No, Margaret.

So the stables would lose money,

and he´d have to sell you his shares.

No.

And when that other lad, Tucker, found you out, you killed him.

No, I didn´t. I wasn´t even there.

I was at the bloody Conservative Club,

listening to some talk by Fisher.

I don´t believe you.

All right!

The money was intended for Jerry and Jason.

The two of them were supposed to nobble a few horses.

Jason said it would be easy.

I didn´t expect anyone to get hurt.

-But when Tucker was killed -- -All right, that´s enough.

You got to believe me, Margaret.

Shut up! She can´t prove anything!

Jason, no!

No!

Margaret!

-Yes --

Ah!

Help!

Help!

-Aah!

Aah!

Margaret, it´s all right. It´s me.

It´s all right. It´s all right. It´s all right.

I did try to tell you about the board meeting, Henry.

-You wouldn´t listen. -Yes, Margaret.

You see, I suddenly realized how desperate Bob was

to save his wretched company.

Look, Margaret...

I was wrong and you were right.

And I´m very sorry.

Oh, God, that´s all we need.

Morning, sir.

Morning!

These are for you, Missus, uh -- Margaret.

I trust you´re none the worse for your experience.

Oh!

Freddy, that´s really sweet of you.

Well, Crabbe, we got there in the end.

Sir.

Though the, uh...

...wheels almost dropped off when you arrested Tony Bishop.

Yes, well, I must say that silver-topped walking cane

of his really had me going for a while there, sir.

That was very stupid of Jason Preece, wasn´t it --

leaving it in the caravan?

Well, not really, no.

See, he wanted to incriminate Tony and Liz.

He blamed them for ruining his career as a jockey.

He was...

Well, he was jealous.

Terrible thing, jealousy.

You and I have been in the job long enough

to see the damage it can do, eh, Crabbe?

Absolutely, sir.

Still, one must rise above it.

Well, uh, I´ve got to go.

Having lunch with Emma Bishop´s replacement

at the police authority.

Well, goodbye, Margaret.

Thanks.

I think Freddy Fisher´s got a real soft spot for you.

Well, you´re the only one for me, Henry.

Margaret, please.

You do know that, don´t you?

Don´t you?

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