07x11 - What The Butler Saw

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Time Has Told Me' by Nick Drake

♪ Time has told me

♪ You're a rare, rare find

♪ A troubled cure...

Hang on here, love. I'll just be a couple of minutes.

What are you doing, Dad?

Mum'll be wanting me home!

♪ Not to ask for more

♪ For someday our ocean... ♪

Did you speak to the caterers?

Yeah. We 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.

Well, I'm all right. I'm just worried about the business.

It's dead quiet.

Understandable, seeing as you're an undertaker!

Seriously, I haven't seen a customer for weeks.

You'll be all right. With a bit of luck,

there will be another great plague.

It's not funny, Claude.

I'm beginning to think you're right.

Better get me another Scotch before I'm too upset to enjoy it.

Are you all right, Gina?

Sorry. It's this court appearance tomorrow.

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.

You're running the place already, Gine,

and you're doing a really good job. Anyway, I'll be here to help you.

Yeah.

Steve, what's this?

What's what?

American beer. I didn't order this.

Erm... no. That was me. It's new. I thought we could try some.

You thought?

Yeah, I should have told you. Sorry.

Since when do you do the ordering?

Well, you'll just have to send it back.

Are 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 who's going to be best man?

No, I don't.

Cos I sort of thought, being his mate and that...



- 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, don't raise your hopes.

He's probably asked one of his friends from the Met.

Or one of his tribe. There's plenty of them.

I suppose so.

g*nsh*t

What's happened?



- Nothing. Come on!

- What's the matter?

I told you, nothing!

He's up on Chafton Moor,

just off the road from Puckton to Ashfordly.

No, no, I can't tell you.

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



- Letter for you.

- Hmm?

French postmark.

You enjoyed your trip, didn't you?

Yes, of course I did.

Shame Antonin's so far away.

Oh, well. Absence makes the heart... and all that.

What are you doing today, Katie?



- Trying on my bridesmaid's dress.

- Are you?

We're going to Alice Jessop's first.

She's due out of hospital this morning.

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



- Happy to be going home?

- Ooh, I can't wait.

I'm all right, Maggie. I can manage.

You need to take it steady, Mrs Jessop.

It can take a while to recover from a stroke.

Oh, I feel like a spring lamb.

I still wish you'd consider having someone living in.

Oh, all that's under control.

I've taken your advice. I've advertised for a housekeeper.

Sammy Maxton was taken into Ashfordly General last night.

There was an emergency call around . .

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

Do we know anything about him?

He's a gamekeeper at Puckton.

He's still critical but stable.

And Bellamy's been at the hospital overnight,

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.

Ventress, you get over to Puckton,

see if you can sniff out anything.

Well, could this have been an accident?

Could be, Ventress.

It could be attempted m*rder.

CLAUDE: Now, then.

Claude! Glad you got my message.

Ah, I hope you're not wasting my time.

Not another load of rubbish, is it?

Come here. Come and see what I've got for you. Hey!

Hey, this is a beauty, this is.

LAUGHS

Just look at that.

Funny colour for a snooker table.

Snooker table? It'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? What is that for? People who are colour

-blind?

What would I do with it?

It's a business investment, something like that.

You can rent it out to pubs and clubs.

They'll be screaming for something like this.

Anyone with a bit upstairs could make a k*lling

from something like that. So 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? >

Yes, please.

Come on, then.

I've put your medicine and pills on the kitchen table.

The instructions are written down. And don't forget

No alcohol.



- Do I have to hide that gin bottle?

- Oh, honestly!

KNOCK AT DOOR

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.

Sister took her straight in.



- What do the doctors say?

- It's touch and go. He's in a coma.

I hope you're going to get him.



- Get who?

- Barry Rooksby.

It's 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.

Gamekeeper?

That's right. Rooksby got the push, but he blames Sammy.

Why?

He said Sammy told the landowner lies about him.



- Last week he really turned nasty.

- What happened?

He tried to sock Sammy down the pub.

He accused him of destroying his life.

Then he shouted about wanting to see him dead.

It's American. There were a film about it called The Hustler.



- With Paul Newman.

- Who?

Paul Newman.

Oh, aye. He were in it and all.

Well, it would be an unusual attraction,

bring a few customers in.

You haven't got to buy it. I'll rent it to you.

It'll cost you nowt. Nearly.



- What do you think?

- I think it's a great idea.

No, what you don't... Pardon?

Hey! Right!

At the right price, of course.

Oh, aye. Will it be all right with Gina, won't it?

Hey, you leave Gina to me.

MUSIC: 'Fruit Tree' by Nick Drake

♪ Fame is but a fruit tree

♪ So very unsound

♪ It can never flourish

♪ Till its stock is in the ground

♪ Some men have fame

♪ But never find a way

♪ Till time has flown... ♪

Barry Rooksby?

Yeah, that's right.

Can I come in for a minute?

Sammy Maxton was shot on the moor last night.

Shot?

Yeah. We were wondering if you could help with our inquiries?

Erm... sure. How?



- Where were you last night?

- Here.

On your own?

Yeah. My wife moved away three months ago.



- You didn't go out at all?

- No.

Well, just for a short time. I drove our Suzy back to her mam's.



- Who's Suzy?

- My daughter.

Is that her?

Yeah. She comes over at weekends and stays with my wife during t'week.

And where does your wife live?

Aidensfield.

Can Suzy confirm that you drove her home last night?

Look, I don't want you questioning my kid.

I haven't done owt.

Steve, I got it! Look.

Let's have a look.

"Gina Ward, licensee."



- Isn't it great?

- Hey, that's fantastic!

I'm so happy!

We can really do something with this place now.

Yeah, it's gonna be great. Hang on a minute.

It's all mine! Can you believe it?

What's going on?

STEVE: Gina...

I'm not having that in my pub!

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

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



- You were gonna have it sorted.

- American pool.

The sort of thing to put this pub on the map.



- I told you no, Steve!

- Hang on, Gina.

The thing's cost me a flaming fortune!

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 snooker hall.

Now get rid of it.

Thank you very much!

Did you and Maxton 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 might have known.

She said you blamed him for the break

-up of your marriage.

Is that true?

Did you say you wanted him dead?

It were t'heat of the moment.

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

But how would you feel if it happened to you?

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

How are you supposed to keep a family?

So when I saw him in the pub, chucking his money about, smug...

I just boiled over.

But I didn't sh**t him.

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

MAN: Hold it!

Put it down.

BERNIE: No, Claude. I can't.

Only for a day, till I find it a home.

I'm full of junk as it is.

I wouldn't ask if he hadn't let me down.

I didn't know she'd be like that.

I don't suppose you're going to compensate me.

I can't, Claude.

I would like to help, but you can see how busy the garage is.

You said you had nowt on!

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,

but this is a public highway.

And you appear to have left a snooker table

in the middle of the road.

Shift it.

You're quite right, Alf. Let's get it inside.

Rooksby said he never went near the moor last night.

He drove his daughter to Aidensfield at nine o'clock.

The time of the sh**ting, judging by the call.

Have you confirmed his statement?

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

Ah, Ventress! What have you got for us?

I've done the rounds in Puckton, Sarge.

I found a builder who'd driven truck over the moor last night.

He saw a van parked,

with a little girl in the passenger seat.



- What kind of a van?

- Grey A .

Rooksby's got one.

Maggie.

Neil.

What are you doing here?

I thought I ought to come and let you know that I'm back.

Thanks for helping me tidy up. Off you go.

CHILDREN SAY GOODBYE

I thought you were still abroad.

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

But why Ashfordly?

Why not?

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

You could have gone anywhere.

I know that, but...

Oh, I don't know. My first job was in Yorkshire, and it's familiar.

Well, that's very nice for you.

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 for four years,

and you think I'll be please to see you?

No, no, no.

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

But I did think you might manage to be civil.

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

But you've forgotten that we didn't exactly part on the best of terms.

HUMS

GIRL CRYING

Suzy! What's the matter?



- Nothing.

- Come on, Suzy, what is it?

Your mum'll be expecting you home.

I know.

Is home the problem?

Sort of.

It's my dad.

I think he's done summat 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 were taking Suzy back to her mam's.

I got no food, no money,

so I thought I'd go by the moor to bag a couple of rabbits.

There'd be nobody about.

Carry on.

I parked t'van, went onto t'moor, like. Left Suzy.

Anyroad, there he were.

Maxton. Hanging around.

What for?

I don't know.

Did you speak to him?

No. I hid.

I watched for a little while. Then bang! There was a shot.

Maxton falls down.

And to the side there's a fella running away with a g*n in his hand.

Which way was he running?

Puckton Hall 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 before?

I couldn't. I knew t'finger would point at me.

My only thought were to get out of there, get Suzy back to her mam's.

And did you stop on the way?

I did, aye. I made a call.

You know something, Rooksby?

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

It's the truth!

I'm not a k*ller.

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

What are you worried about?

There's no dead'uns in here apart from you.

I'll have it out when I can think of a way of getting my money back.

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

I've made a few bob in my time. Snooker mainly. A bit of pool.

I didn't know that.

That's why I wanted the table.

You should take on that bloke in the paper!

What bloke?

Reckons he's the best snooker player from York to the Tees.

Aye, Ricky Barton. That's his name.

Barton? I've licked him dozens of times.

He's throwing out a challenge for anyone to take a crack at him.

Here you go.

Hey, this in't a bad idea.

We ought to organise a head

-to

-head, you against him.

I could call it the Aidensfield All

-American Pool Challenge.



- Where would we hold it?

- Here.

Hang on. I didn't mean...

I'll open a book.

We could tell people this Barton's a dead cert.

You could thrash him, we could split the profits.

Tea, madam.

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...

I'll be in touch. Thank you. Bye.

See you, boys. I'm off for some shuteye.

OK, see you, Phil.

CHUCKLES

What are you smiling at?

Phil and I have been nattering about your wedding.

He's desperate to be best man.

He's worked it all out.

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

I've been meaning to ask him today.

Well, there's no need to put him out of his misery just yet.

He still won't confess. This case won't stick without it.

Even with Suzy's evidence?

Well, she didn't see anything.

Have you traced the landowner yet?

I just had him on the phone.

Who is he?

Colonel Hepworth. He's in London.

What did he say?

He was shocked about Maxton.

What about Rooksby?

He didn't seem to have much time for him.

As to whether he could sh**t someone, he couldn't give me an opinion

But he'll come if we need his help if we need him.

We do. Anyone else at Puckton Hall?

There's an odd

-job man called Dale. He lives in.

Rowan, pay him a visit tonight. He might have seen something.

Right, Sarge.

It's a funeral parlour, Claude. I can't have that lot traipsing in.

You were the one who was moaning about having any money.

And you don't got to do owt.

I'm sorting it out, I'm fixing all the betting.

All you gotta do is count your cut.

Oh, Lord preserve us!

Right. Get them in.

Right, lads, it's on.

Half past nine back at Bernie's place tomorrow night.

There'll be an admission charge.

Got a book on it?

Can a duck?

I'm laying even money on Ricky Barton, : the local lad.

Come on! Even money, Claude? Behave.

I'm being generous! The man should be odds

-on.

He's virtually a professional. Our lad's a bit green.

What's he up to now?

Search me.

MUSIC: 'I'm The Urban Spaceman by The Bonzo Dog Band

♪ I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby

♪ I've got speed

♪ I've got everything I need

♪ I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby

♪ I can fly

♪ I'm a supersonic guy

♪ I don't need pleasure

♪ I don't feel pain

♪ If you were to knock me down I'd just get up again

♪ I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby

♪ I'm making out

♪ I'm all about ♪

Do the speeches come before the cake?

Not that there will be any 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?

Out of 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.

And what did you say?

I got upset.

Which was entirely the wrong thing to do.

Oh, Jo. I thought that part of my life was finished.

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

Same again, please.

Down in the dumps, Bernie?

You could say.

What's up?

It's all getting out of hand.

I knew it would, but then it's all my fault.

Me and my big mouth.

Why? What's it done?

Telling your Steve about this local snooker star.

If I'd said nowt,

this whole daft caper would never have been dreamt up.

Tell me about it.

Maggie, what really happened with the two of you?

Neil just upped and left. That's what.

Just like that?

Yes.

Why?

Well, I suppose we, erm...

we just stopped talking.

So, where did he move to?

Got a job with the Red Cross abroad.

Didn't you try and stop him?

There really didn't seem much point.

Was there someone else involved?

No, I don't think so.

Look, I'm going to have an early night.

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.



- Goodnight, Lester.

- Goodnight, madam.

THUD AND SHOUTING

Mrs Jessop?

Come clean, Steve. When's it happening?

Tomorrow night.



- Who's gonna work behind the bar?

- You managed on your own before!

You can't have it both ways.

If you want to run the pub, fine, but don't expect me to fit in!

What are you talking about?

You could have had this pool challenge here.

Made a bit of extra money. Boosted your takings.

But no. On principle you won't have that table in your pub.

And why? Cos I made the decision without you.



- Look...

- Don't take me for granted, Gina.

Have you called Colonel Hepworth yet?

No. He said he'd phone later.

So you haven't checked? Well, don't worry. I'll do it.



- What's the matter with him?

- He's got a medical this morning.

Nothing wrong, is there?

No, but he's got to pass it

if 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 waiting to see you!

On my way, Sarge.

What's wrong with you, Bellamy? Got no work to do?

She had a bit of a restless night.

Every so often she has a dizzy turn.

Good job I came round.

Medicine!

It's the new dr*gs. It must be.

Really hoped it was going to be me. I am friends with both of them.

Well, it's a family occasion. Don't take it to heart.

But I thought I was his best mate.

You'd think he'd have said something.

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

I know. You probably think I'm daft, but it's like a slap in the face.

Well, don't get in a state about it.

You don't know for definite yet, do you?

Oi! Where's that lot walking off to?

Why? 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, so I'm selling it at the pool game.

Don't be soft! You need a licence!

Won't yours cover it?

A funeral parlour is not pub premises.



- You've done it again, Steve.

- What?

Gone behind my back.

Shall I come back after Christmas?



- Look, Gina...

- This isn't working, is it?

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 sneak off behind my 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 arrived 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 Baulk is missing.



- Your what, sir?

- It's an American pool table.

A rather valuable antique.

Brought it back from Washington, where I was a military attache.

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

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

Why does Greengrass want a 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 Puckton Hall, and a . r*fle.

You think it's the one that shot Maxton?

It would fit in with Rooksby's story

about the gunman running towards the hall.

What about this Dale fella? Has he turned up yet?

He cleared off. All his stuff's gone.

What do we know about him?

The colonel took him on a few weeks ago.

He'd been doing some repairs down on 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 took the prescribed amount.

She should be. I went through it with her very carefully.

Do you think she needs to be re

-admitted?

I don't think that'll be necessary.

But she may have had another stroke.



- I don't think so.

- Why are you being like this?

Like what?

It's my professional judgement, Maggie.

Are you sure she hasn't been drinking?

No, I made it very clear

The symptoms suggest it could be the effect of alcohol.

I'll have to run a blood test.

CLAUDE: Who's going to nick summat as big as this?

It's worth a lot of money, Claude.

I know that. I've still got a hole in my pocket.

Where did you get it?

It's all paid for and above board.

Where did you get it?

Fetter's, the antique bloke in Ashfordly.



- Thank you.

- Thank you.

If this turns out to be the stolen table, we'll take it as evidence.

You'll get a hernia.

So you can forget about your All

-American Pool Challenge.

I told you this would end in tears.

Nurse Bolton took her 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! I can do that.

Where's the clock?

Sorry?

The little clock, it's normally here.

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

We released Mr Rooksby because had insufficient evidence.

You'd better look harder. Because he's got it in for Sammy.

The investigation has taken a different turn,

and you might help us on one or two points.

What do you mean?

Do you know a man called Dale?

Yes, I know Dale, he's been working up at the hall.

How well did Sammy know him?

Quite well. They've been workmates for a while.

Did Sammy have any suspicions about him?

No. What's all this about?

A message from the hospital, Sarge.

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

I have no idea where the table came from.

The fella that sold it to me brought it himself.



- Didn't you ask him?

- Of course I asked him.

He said he was just clearing out an old property.



- Did you pay him cash?

- Yeah.



- So, who was this bloke?

- Never seen him before in my life.

What did he look like?

Late s, bit of stubble, moustache.

I'd seen his sidekick before though.



- Sidekick?

- Mmm. There were two of them.



- He's been in before.

- So he's local, then?

Yeah, youngish 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?

- Shut up. There's coppers here.



- Well, I want my money back.

- Shut up.

With interest!

What was that?

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 sh**ting.

Well, that is still speculation, sir.

Yes, quite.

Here's a list of other missing items.

Silver snuffbox, jade figurine.

All very valuable objets.

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

Gina, can we talk?

There's nothing to talk about.

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?

Cos... 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.

There won't be. Honest.

Come here, then, you daft bat.

I 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.

Oh, don't start that.

And don't you start that. I've lost enough money on this lark.

I'm really worried.

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

Could she have moved it herself?

I suppose so, but it's always been there.

And what about the miniatures?

What miniatures?

They're th century. And they're missing too.

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

And I'm not sure I like this new butler.

Well, how new is he?

He's only been there a couple of days. Is it important?

It could be. If stuff has gone missing,

this sounds very similar to what's been happening at Puckton Hall.

Drink hasn't passed my lips, Maggie. I'm not a fool.

Oh, I know.

Look, carry on with the medicine

till we get the results of the blood

-test.

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

Hey, don't worry. I'll keep an eye on you.

Isn't that Lester?

I wonder where he's off to.

You think there could be a connection?

One man goes missing, another turns up from nowhere.

You're saying that Lester and Dale are the same person?

I'm saying we need to go and find out.

I can't just conjure up a pool table from thin air, Claude!

You'll have to. You got me into this in the first place.

I've got people are coming from all over, and I've taken bets.

I'll give you your money back.

It's too late! And I thought you said pool was the latest craze?

Well, it is, it is!

In that case, it wouldn't be too difficult for you

to get me another table, would it?



- What else is missing?

- My candlesticks, my gem box.

The clock.

Lester's cleared out. All his clothes, everything, gone.

And look there was more than that yesterday.

I haven't had a drink. I haven't touched it!

Don't worry, Alice.

He must have been spiking your sedative.

We just saw him leaving. He was heading towards Ashfordly.

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

MUSIC: 'Days Of Pearly Spencer' by David McWilliams

♪ A tenement, a dirty street walked and worn by shoeless feet

♪ In silence long and so complete watched by a shivering sun

♪ Old eyes in a small child's face watching as the shadows race

♪ Through walls and cracks and leave no trace...

Nick's following a suspect. Cream Vauxhall coming from Aidensfield.

Right, you'd best get out there.

On my way, Sarge.

♪ The race is almost run

♪ Nose pressed hard on frosted glass

♪ Gazing at the swollen mass

♪ On concrete fields where grows no grass

♪ Stumbles blindly on

♪ Iron trees smother the air

♪ But withering they stand and stare

♪ Through eyes that neither know nor care

♪ Where the grass has gone...

Steve!

It's still on. Fetter can get us another table.

You're joking? I just told Gina I'll work here tonight.

Well, you'll have to find an excuse, won't you?

I can't.

What are you talking about? It's your fault I'm in a mess!

I've taken a load of bets on Barton. Beat him and we're quids in.

You're not going to tell me she's got you that much under her thumb?

No, of course not.

Good lad. See you over there. Half past nine.

♪ Pearly where's your milk

-white skin?

♪ What's that stubble on your chin?

♪ Buried in the rot gut gin you played and lost, not won

♪ You played the house that can't be beat

♪ Now look your head's bowed in defeat

♪ You walk too far along the street

♪ Where only rats can run

♪ The days of Pearly Spencer

♪ The race is almost run

♪ The days of Pearly Spencer

♪ The race is almost run

♪ The days of Pearly Spencer... ♪

He's gone to Fetter's.

Right, let's go and pay him a little visit.

You go round the back.

I didn't recognise you without whiskers.

So, what are you doing back here?

What do you think of this?

Look, I can't help you. Not today.

Hey!

Come on. Don't be silly.

Are 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.

Do you realise Sammy Maxton is still alive?

Who's Sammy Maxton?

He's given a statement about how he found out

you were lifting stuff from Puckton Hall.

You tried to buy his silence by cutting him in.

You sold the pool table together.

You didn't give him his cut, so he threatened blackmail you.

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

This is complete fantasy.

You took a g*n from Puckton Hall with the intention to k*ll him.

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

Handy, wasn't it, that butler's job?

Which you got with forged references, I suppose.

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

No comment.

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.

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

It's the best I could do in the time given.

It's an ordinary snooker table, though.

There's no difference! It's got the same number of pockets.

You've... You've got the pool balls?

Oh, aye, the ones from the other table.

I'm surprised the police didn't take them back.

They knew nowt about them!

Before we begin the match, is there anybody who hasn't got a bet?

Get on with it, Claude!

Right. It's a match of three frames of American pool,

with, of course, Ricky Barton, SCATTERED APPLAUSE

and our own Steve Adams. MURMURS OF APPROVAL



- Right, who's gonna call?

- Heads.

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.

I've had enough of your excuses, Steve!

This is the last straw. We're over!

Gina! Gina!

There'll be no extra charge for the cabaret!

OK, Steve, it's you to break.

Best of order, please.

You caused me all that aggravation for this?

What's up?

The balls are too big for the pockets!

I ought to wrap this cue round your neck!



- I want my money back.

- And me.

Bernie, sort this out while I sort Fetter out.

GENERAL GRUMBLING

MUSIC: 'You've Got Your Troubles' by The Fortunes

♪ You've got your troubles I've got mine...

Fetter!

Damn!

♪ I too have lost my love today ♪

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, can I have a word?

Yes, mate.

Can you do me a favour?

Look after this for me.

Oh, I see.

Yes! Of course I can, mate.

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪