08x13 - Forbidden Fruit

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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: 'Summer Holiday' by Cliff Richard

# We're all going on a summer holiday

# No more working for a week or two... #

Wish I had some leave due.

I'm only taking it because Craddock won't pay me the overtime.

- What are you gonna do with it? - I don't know.

What about the seaside? Saltburn?

Oh, come on, Phil. What would I do there?

Stroll around. Go to the pub. Fish.

I once caught mackerel in a day at Saltburn.

Oh, yeah? What did you do with them?

Well, I ate one. The other went off.

Hold on.

- What is it? - It's my sister.

- She's been att*cked. - Where?

Elwood Grange. I couldn't even ring for help.

- The phone's been ripped out. - Come on. Get in.

RADIO: 'Dr Bolton's on his way out there, Phil.'

Right, Alf. We're arriving at the house now.

Just stay close to us.

She's round there.

CLICK What's that?

Stay with her, Phil.

Hello!

- Did you see anyone? - No. 'Fraid not.

- MIKE: How is she, Neil? - She's taken quite a knock.

She must've disturbed someone on the landing. It's a right mess up there.

Must've been a struggle and she got thrown downstairs.

She'll be all right, won't she?

We'll do everything we can.

BELL CLANGS

Can you think of three French cheeses, Oscar?

Why would I want to think about French cheese?

- Camembert. - That's one.

- Port Salut. - How do you spell that?

S-A-L...

You're not putting this on the menu, I hope?

It's a competition. Win a weekend for two in Paris.

Paris?

- What do you want to go there for? - I really fancy it. Wouldn't you?

- Pfft. No. - Why not?

For starters, it's full of Frenchmen.

- And what's wrong with Frenchmen? - What's right with them?

They wear berets, they eat garlic and they spit all over the floor.

Three of the worst habits imaginable.

- I take it you've been there(!) - Certainly not.

If God intended me to go to France,

He wouldn't have created the English Channel.

Oh, honestly. This place.

- Gorgonzola. - That's Italian.

He hasn't seen anyone either.

It's pretty well it. We've covered Shireoaks and Waterman's Farm.

What about Lenny Wardle? He lives over the road, in the woods.

We'd better pay him a visit, then.

I'm sure they're doing everything they possibly can.

Erm, you didn't give us your name earlier.

Rachel Palmer.

Is there anyone we can contact for you, Rachel?

Marianne's husband. David Fuller.

- I've no idea where he'll be. - He works away from home, does he?

He's in antiques. He travels all over.

No, I think Marianne said something

about him going to an... auction near Thirsk today.

It's all right. We'll, er...

We'll contact him for you.

That man must have been in the house when I found her.

So there was no sign of anyone when you first got there?

No.

Erm... I know this is difficult. Can you remember what time it was?

Soon after half-past five, I suppose.

I've just spoken to the consultant.

It doesn't look too good, I'm afraid.

You can come in and see her for a moment.

NEIL: The X-rays confirmed she has a fractured skull.

- That's not so bad, is it? - Well, it really depends.

- On what? - On how serious the damage is.

MIKE: Is there nothing that can be done?

NEIL: For the moment, we'll just have to wait and see.

She'll be given every possible care.

They'll move her into a side ward where they can monitor her closely.

- I'm sorry. - Thank you.

I just wish it had been me.

Hello!

Phil!

What is it?

I'd say it looks like blood, wouldn't you?

Lenny! Lenny!

Lenny!

Ha!

I think we ought to have a chat. Don't you?

You've got a thirst tonight, Oscar.

I'm just doing my bit, help keep you afloat.

- What do you mean by that? - Your takings must be well down

with Greengrass away.

- Claude away? Where? - Appleby Horse Fair.

- What's he doing there? - I've no idea.

But whatever it is, let's just be grateful he's not doing it here.

Usual, Maggie?

Yes, please, Gina. Is Neil not in?

I haven't seen him.

Oh, I'm supposed to be meeting him here.

He must be working late.

I don't suppose you can think of three French cheeses?

I'm not sure. Why?

I'm trying to win a weekend in Paris.

We've got Camembert and Port Salut.

Er... Oh, er, what about... Brie?

Oh, yeah. That's the white gooey stuff with the skin.

That's the one.

That just leaves the slogan, then. "I want to go to Paris because..."

Er, "Frenchmen are the sexiest in the world!"

- Is that so? - Ooh!

Second to doctors, she means, Neil.

I'm telling you, I never go near the place.

RAYMOND: You've lived no more than half a mile

from the Grange for years, Lenny.

Do you really expect us to believe that?

Where were you at . this evening?

- Home. - Doing what?

A bit of spring cleaning, perhaps? Throwing out some old clothes?

I told you. They weren't mine.

You found them lying around in the woods?!

I didn't find them. Someone else must have put them in that brazier.

Come off it, Lenny.

- I never hurt no-one. - Then why did you run away?

I never went to that house. I never hurt anybody. I didn't.

- PHIL: Mr Fuller? - Yes. What's going on?

PC Bellamy, Ashfordly Police. There's been an accident.

I'm afraid your wife's been taken to hospital.

MACHINE BEEPS SLOWLY

"I would like to go to Paris for its unrivalled haute cuisine."

SNIGGERS

That's hopeless. It's so boring.

Maybe I should just put the truth.

- Which is? - I wanna go to Paris

because all the good-looking blokes in Aidensfield

are either not available or not interested.

- Oh, Gina, that's not true. - Anyway, what's the point?

Knowing my luck, I'll never win, will I?

She really is fed up, isn't she?

Look, it's her birthday on Saturday.

Maybe we should do something special to cheer her up.

Good idea, but what?

Maybe some kind of special night, with a theme.

I used to do them in Sidmouth.

Greek nights, Italian nights, Spanish nights.

Well, let's have a French night.

If we can't get Gina over to Paris,

let's bring a bit of Paris over to Gina.

We spoke to Mr Fuller, Lenny.

You worked at the Fullers' house. Gardening. Odd jobs.

So you lied about never going near the Grange.

Mr Fuller sacked you, didn't he?

- He thought you were unreliable. - I wasn't unreliable.

So you decided to get your own back.

You thought you'd sneak back there and steal something.

I never took nothing.

So you were there. And Mrs Fuller caught you.

There was a struggle and you pushed her downstairs.

No. It wasn't like that.

Then you took your chance and stole a piece of her jewellery.

The piece you really like, her gold locket.

I never took it. I never took a locket. I didn't.

Well, tell us what happened, then.

- Mrs Fuller asked me to go there. - Why would she do that?

I met her in the village.

She said she was sorry her husband stopped me working there.

She said if I called when he wasn't about, she could find me some work.

So I did. I went this afternoon. I found her like that.

- Like what? - Lying covered in blood.

Didn't know what to do. I was gonna carry her to the sofa,

make her more comfortable while I got help.

Then I heard a car door, and I thought it was him. Mr Fuller.

So I panicked. Ran for it.

Do you really expect us to believe that?

I know I shouldn't have ran. I know that.

But I wouldn't hurt her. I couldn't. I liked her.

It seems... she's lost consciousness again.

That's all they'd say.

No. I thought they said she was coming round.

There's been a problem with her breathing.

- Just try and keep calm. - How can I? Why can't I see her?

Rachel, I think it's best this way.

- But she's my sister. - Rachel, please.

I'm sorry.

- No... - Rachel! What's happened?

She's dead. Marianne's dead.

No. She can't be.

Can I see her?

It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. It'll be all right.

This is Detective Inspector Randall.

He'll be in charge of the Marianne Fuller case.

- RANDALL: Afternoon, lads. - BOTH: Sir.

So, what have we got?

It'll take us a few days before we know

whether the blood on Lenny's clothing is the same group

as Marianne Fuller's. - It doesn't give us much to go on.

I mean, he's admitted he tried to move her.

And you've searched his place for the missing piece of jewellery?

Yeah. Been up there this morning, sir. No sign of it.

Hmm. What's your feeling, Sergeant?

If he's telling the truth, he hasn't been very convincing so far.

Unconvincing he may be. But I agree with the constable.

We've nothing definite on him. What about the husband?

Said he'd been at an auction.

We haven't had a chance to question him again.

- Bradley. See to it. - Right, Sarge.

In the meantime, I don't see we've any choice but to bail Lenny Wardle.

Couldn't wait for an engineer, then?

They told me it could be days. I need the phone.

I'm sure you do(!)

There are arrangements to make for Marianne.

A lot of others too now, I imagine.

What are you talking about?

You're free now, David. You can do as you like.

Oh, for goodness' sake, Rachel, don't start.

But then you've pretty much always done as you liked anyway.

How can you? The day after she died.

How can I what?

Can't you, for decency's sake, leave it for just one day?!

Do you think you deserve to be left alone, do you?!

Afternoon.

Can I have a quick word, Mr Fuller?

It's all right. I'm just going. See you later.

I haven't got long. Come in.

I have to see the coroner's officer, the funeral directors,

as well as make some business calls.

I understand.

I just wanted to confirm your whereabouts yesterday afternoon.

I've already explained.

I was at an auction at a farm, out near Thirsk. Why?

Purely a matter of routine, Mr Fuller.

I thought you'd got Lenny Wardle.

- We are questioning him. - Then why pester me?

You surely don't think I could've been responsible?

As I said, it's purely a matter of routine.

You were at the auction all day?

This is the auctioneer's catalogue, and, er...

..my receipts.

I only bought a few pieces. They're still in the back of my car.

Looks fine.

Thank you for your help. We may need to talk further. I'll let you know.

I'm, erm, very sorry about your loss, Mr Fuller.

Thank you.

# MUSIC: 'Listen People' by Herman's Hermits

# Listen

# People

# To what I say

# I say

# Everybody's

# Got to have their day

# And don't you know that

# Everybody's got to love somebody sometime

# Everybody's got to win a heart

# Everybody's got to love somebody sometime

- # When you do... - Hi.

# I hope you never part... #

I just came to see if you were all right.

- Come in. - Thanks.

- You didn't give me your name. - Mike. Just call me Mike.

Come through.

I've just made some tea. Do you want some?

- Yes. That would be lovely. Thanks. - OK.

You do this for a living?

Yeah. I sell through galleries in London.

- Sugar? - Er, no, thanks.

It was much easier, mind you, when Marianne had hers.

Thanks. Both from London as well?

Yeah. Then, a couple of years ago, she met David.

Please. Sit down.

Marianne fell in love. He persuaded her to move up here.

Erm... He, er, he seemed a bit upset with you.

My fault. I was pressing him to decide about funeral arrangements.

Are there any other pressures in his life that you know of? Work? Money?

Marianne did imply he had some financial problems.

But I didn't like to pry.

I knew how happy she was. That's what really counts, isn't it?

Look, I never had the chance to thank you

for being so supportive at the hospital.

There's no need.

Yes, there is.

I've always imagined policemen to be insensitive in those situations.

But you were, erm...

Well, the opposite.

Well, if, erm, you're all right, I'd best be going.

Well, yeah. I suppose you must be busy.

But, erm... thanks for calling.

That's all right.

I really do appreciate it.

I felt very lonely up here last night.

Sergeant Craddock did offer one of us to patrol you?

Yes. I should have taken him up on it.

No, I just kept thinking he was still out there.

Well, you're, erm... you're bound to feel vulnerable.

I'll have another word with him, if you like.

No. Erm... Oh, I'll be OK.

Well, then. If you're sure...

I'll... I'll, er...

I'll... I'll call again if I get a chance.

Thanks.

- Bye, then. - Bye.

"I wanna go to Paris because..."

"..if something exciting doesn't happen to me soon,

I'm gonna go crackers."

SEAGULLS CALL

Afternoon.

PC Bradley. Aidensfield Police. Is Mr Sutcliffe around?

He's doing a valuation. I'm Kirsty Williams, his assistant.

- Can I help? - Yes.

Do you know if a dealer called David Fuller at the auction yesterday?

Oh, yes. I think he was.

He bought several lots. I've just finished doing the ledger.

There, look.

- What time did the auction finish? - We didn't leave till gone five.

As Mr Fuller bought one of the last lots,

he would've been here at that time too?

I suppose it's possible, but I...

There's no chance he could've left the auction early,

got someone else to bid for him, and then come back later?

I suppose it's possible, but I...

Is there someone who bids regularly for Mr Fuller?

Not that I know of.

I mean, just an employee of this company, perhaps?

Not in this auction house.

Mr Sutcliffe wouldn't countenance a practice like that.

Right, well. Thank you very much for your help.

PHONE RINGS

- Yes? - It's me.

Kirsty, the police were here again a while ago.

- They've been here too. - What?

We can't wait any longer.

Stamp, please, Oscar.

Oh, right. Er... This is the Paris competition, is it?

Yeah. I'm dreaming, I know. You've got to sometimes, haven't you?

Well, everyone should have a dream, Gina.

But in my experience, they hardly ever come true.

I'm sure nothing will come of this one.

Oh, I don't suppose you've seen my Aunty Mary, have you?

Er... Well, no. No. Not recently.

She must have gone into Ashfordly, then.

I just wish she'd told me. Ta-ra.

- That was close, Oscar. - It certainly was.

You don't think we're being too ambitious,

making an Eiffel Tower cake?

You're still not totally convinced by Fuller's alibi?

No. Plus Rachel implied he may have some financial difficulties.

- She didn't go into details? - She doesn't actually know any.

She didn't want to upset her sister by prying.

She's not that kind of person.

- What kind of person, Bradley? - Well, I don't know.

She's just, er, you know, erm, nice. Sensitive.

At any rate, it's all circumstantial.

If Fuller's responsible, we need to find hard evidence.

I have to go back to HQ for a few hours. Keep me informed.

Yes, sir.

Night, lads.

- PHIL: Night, sir. - Night, sir.

- Fancy a drink? - Er, I can't tonight.

It's just that, er, Alf said something

about Mary wanting a quiet word with us.

Something about a surprise for Gina.

There's something I've got to do.

You can tell me about it tomorrow, can't you?

KNOCKING

MIKE: Hello?

Hi. I just thought I'd come and see if everything was OK.

Yeah. Erm... I'm all right. Come in.

Thanks.

Are you finished for the day, then?

- Yeah. All done and dusted. - So what now?

- I mean, home to your wife? - No. I'm not... I'm not married.

No special person in your life, then?

Not at the moment. Not really.

Cheers.

GLASSES CHINK

Cheers.

I'm on my own too. Trying to keep it that way.

Why?

Oh, I have an unfortunate knack of choosing unreliable men.

Really?

Marianne was always the one lucky in love.

So it seemed.

Why do you say that?

I sometimes wondered whether David was as devoted to her

as she was to him.

Made me jealous sometimes, how happy she was.

I do feel guilty about that now.

Come on. I'm sure she wouldn't want that.

You can't help it.

I can still hardly take it in that I'll never see her again.

Rachel. You'll be all right.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - No, no. It's OK.

Don't be.

You're so kind.

What's wrong?

Look...

What is it? Don't you find me attractive?

Of course I do.

It's not that. It's...

It's just I... I can't get involved.

I see.

Well, you must put your job first.

I'm sorry. It's all my fault.

I... I shouldn't have come here tonight.

It's all right. Don't worry about it.

Rachel, please. Please, you don't understand.

It's OK. It's the story of my life.

Well, life isn't fair, is it? Look at Marianne, losing hers

for the sake of a few paltry pieces of jewellery.

A few?

There were some pieces taken, weren't there?

Well, yes. I thought there was only one item taken, a locket, but...

I see. Well, I just assumed there were more.

That hardly matters now, does it?

No.

I... I'd best be going, then.

RACHEL: Goodnight.

Night.

GENERAL LAUGHTER

- What's all this about? - Gina's birthday.

- We're having a surprise party. - Great.

- On a French theme. - Eh?

And we want everyone to make a contribution.

- Such as? - Oh, it's up to you.

Neil's getting hold of a case of Beaujolais.

A case of what?

Maggie's helping with the food. So what are you two gonna do?

Well, er, can we have a couple of pints while we think about it?

Bradley, what are you doing here?

I'm just checking something in the Marianne Fuller case, Sarge.

What?

In David Fuller's statement,

he says there was only one item of jewellery taken. A locket.

He'd given it to her as a wedding present.

It's the only item he was sure was missing, yes.

Well, it's just that Rachel, Miss Palmer,

reckons several pieces were taken.

- Why should she think that? - I don't know.

When did Miss Palmer tell you this?

Erm, this evening.

Oh. Met her in the village, did you?

No, no. I was on my way home.

She'd said she was upset and scared, so I thought I'd look in on her.

I see. Thought you'd provide reassurance?

Well, yeah. It was a spur of the moment decision, Sarge.

No doubt she was very appreciative.

Yes. Yes, she was.

I understand she's a very attractive woman.

Well, yeah. I suppose so. Erm...

I think we should ask her a few more questions, Sarge.

Yes. I think we should.

But it won't be you asking them, Bradley.

Sarge?

I'm sure you're aware that any involvement

of a non-professional kind with Miss Palmer

could seriously damage this investigation.

- Of course, but... - And land you in very hot water.

But Sarge, there was nothing like that going on at all.

I'm pleased to hear it.

I just hope you haven't promised to make her any more visits.

As of now, you're officially on leave.

By the time you get back, this case should be closed.

So, what about you two?

- Any ideas? - Well, er, I've been thinking.

Mrs Ventress did once hear me sing in the bath

and said I sounded not unlike Charles Aznavour.

- Who? - A singer, Phil.

- You're going to sing?! - Well, I could be persuaded.

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS

Hello, Mike.

- Rachel... - I wanted to see you.

Erm... Look, er...

I really don't think you should be here.

I was afraid I'd been unfair to you before.

I really do understand why it would be difficult for you

if you and I got together.

Look. It could ruin the entire investigation.

I could lose my job.

I'm sorry.

But I haven't imagined it, have I?

Imagined what?

That you really feel something for me.

Rachel... Please. Please stop.

Mike...

I know you'd be different.

You wouldn't let me down like the others.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, no. It's all right. Er...

Rachel was just going.

- Weren't you? - Yeah.

See you soon.

What's going on, Mike?

What?

Oh, nothing. Nothing.

That's not what it looked to me.

Look, honestly, nothing's going on.

Are you falling for her?

Oh! Well, you're in a real mess, mate.

Look, I told her I couldn't get involved.

- What? And she understands that? - Well, she doesn't want to.

Mike, if this gets out...

I know, but it won't, will it, Phil? Look, Craddock's getting suspicious.

He's insisted that I take a couple of days' leave.

There you go, then. Saltburn. My Aunty Ida. She's got a B&B.

- Oh, come on, Phil. - I'll lend you my fishing rod.

- Have a good time. - Will do.

Oh, and do us a favour, mate. Pop the bike away for me, will you?

- Send us a postcard. - Will do.

SEAGULLS CALL

WOMAN: Again, the sign says no alcohol.

No food of your own eaten on the premises.

No transistor radios.

And of course, no sand in the bedroom.

Oh, and no visitors. Male... or female.

- Oh, good. You've finished. - Er...

Well, you've still got minutes to get out.

I'm... I'm sorry?

Guests are supposed to vacate the premises between nine and six.

Evening meal at : sharp.

You're back early. I thought you cleaned at the police house today.

It didn't take long. Mike's gone to Saltburn for a few days' leave.

- Has he? That was a bit sudden. - Felt like a change, apparently.

He's not the only one. Anything for me?

Just a few bills.

- Anything happening today? - What do you mean?

The dray man's due. Anything else?

Nothing that springs to mind, no.

Why don't you have a day off, then? Go and do some shopping.

Yeah. I might just do that.

KNOCKING

DI Randall, Sergeant Craddock.

We'd like a word, please, Miss Palmer.

Come in.

We've just been up to the Grange.

There's no sign of your brother-in-law. Have you seen him?

No, I haven't.

I understand PC Bradley visited you last week.

That's right.

He told me you thought

more than one piece of Marianne's jewellery was taken.

- What? - Why did you think that?

I didn't.

Why would I? The only thing David reported missing was the locket.

What is PC Bradley trying to suggest?

He's not suggesting anything. He's no longer on the case.

This is what you get for trying to protect people.

Who are you trying to protect?

Miss Palmer?

David.

He's having an affair. Been going on for months.

I suspected him of attacking Marianne from the beginning.

I just didn't want to admit it, even to myself.

How do you know he was having an affair?

Found him with her at the house. Marianne was out.

He claimed she was a colleague, but anyone could see what was going on.

This woman, what's her name?

Kirsty Williams. Works at the auctioneers at, er, Ashfordly.

SEAGULLS CRY

- Miss Williams? - Yes?

DI Randall. We're looking for David Fuller.

- He's not here. - We'd like to check for ourselves,

if you don't mind, please.

I really don't think that's necessary.

Thank you.

- Yes? - Glad we caught you.

You and Miss Williams are clearly headed for another destination.

- Abroad, perhaps? - Of course we aren't.

No, you aren't.

Because I believe you can help our enquires into your wife's m*rder.

You think I was somehow responsible?

Why not? Your wife is att*cked and dies.

A couple of days later, your alibi's rumbled

and you decide to run away with your mistress.

She's not my mistress, and we're not running away.

So why the suitcases?

Open them, Bellamy.

What's this?

Mr Fuller?

They're stolen.

We're selling them on.

I was in London setting up the deal the day Marianne was att*cked.

It is the truth.

I would never have done anything to hurt Marianne. I loved her.

Mike!

What are you doing here?

Who told you we were having an affair? Rachel?

She said she'd seen you together at the house.

Trust her to put that interpretation on it. She's obsessed, that woman.

In what way?

She's convinced I've been having affair after affair

ever since I married Marianne. - RANDALL: Why should that be?

Because every man she's ever met's betrayed her. Or so she thinks.

But why should she be obsessed with your fidelity to Marianne?

RANDALL: Mr Fuller?

I went to bed with Rachel shortly before Marianne and I were married.

GASPS

Marianne and I had had a row,

but I shouldn't make excuses. It was a mistake.

A stupid, selfish misjudgement. But to Rachel it meant everything.

She was convinced I should've been marrying her.

- And she's continued to think that? - To the point of obsession.

Phone calls, letters...

Did Rachel ever let on to Marianne that she and you had...?

No. She wouldn't. I mean, they were very close.

But she seemed to want what Marianne had.

You think Rachel

could have been responsible for what happened to Marianne?

KNOCKING

Miss Palmer!

- Doesn't look like she's here. - Better search the place.

I'll check upstairs, sir.

Sir!

- Sir! - Sergeant?

The locket?

I think I know where she's gone, sir.

LAUGHTER AND PARTY CHAT

- Mary, she'll be thrilled. - I hope so.

Well, all we need is Gina now.

- Where is she? Where's Gina? - It's wonderful, that cake!

# Down in the hollow

# Playing a new game

# Laughing and a-running...

You still haven't told me what you're doing here.

I just wanted to cheer myself up.

How come?

- You're as bad as the others. - How do you mean?

It's my birthday.

Oh. Sorry. I hadn't realised.

It's OK. Nor did the rest of Aidensfield.

- Surely your Aunty Mary remembered? - She hadn't when I left.

Oh. Well...

Happy birthday.

# Going down the old mine with a transistor radio

# Standing in the sunlight laughing... #

Hey, fancy something to eat?

Isn't Aunty Ida expecting you back?

No. I think I'll take my chances.

- Pretty, isn't she? - Rachel!

Are you gonna introduce me to your girlfriend?

She's not my girlfriend.

It's all right. You don't have to pretend.

I'm not. Honest.

What did he tell you about me?

It can't be the truth, that's for sure.

You haven't told the truth about anything so far.

You're no different from the others!

Rachel!

Rachel! She's not my girlfriend.

Your lies are even more pathetic than David's.

He's telling the truth.

It doesn't matter. None of it matters. My sister's dead.

- You betrayed me. - Rachel, we can work this out.

- We can find an answer. - I'll get help, Mike.

How can there be an answer?

- There's Gina. - Over here, Phil!

Rachel!

Some things can never be put right. That's what Marianne said.

What do you mean? What are you talking about?

Why are you asking me? You don't even care!

Rachel! Stop! Please!

Just tell me what you mean. What can never be put right?

I had to tell her. I had to make her understand

what kind of man he really is.

But Marianne wouldn't believe me. She accused me of lying.

She ran off upstairs.

And I went after her. But she turned on me and flew at me.

And I grabbed hold of her.

But the next thing I knew, she was falling.

And I knew as she hit the ground something terrible had happened.

Rachel...

If that's what happened, Marianne's death was an accident.

- You really mean that? - Yes.

You don't believe I was responsible for her death?

No. Rachel... we can work this out.

- And you and me? - That too.

They're at the very end.

- Liar. - Rachel!

It's OK. It's OK.

Rachel Palmer, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the m*rder of Marianne Fuller.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you say may be taken down and used in evidence.

I'm sorry.

RAYMOND: All right, Bradley?

Yes, Sarge.

Come on, then.

Is this what you meant about wanting a bit more excitement in your life?

Eh? Come on. Come on.

Now, we hadn't forgotten. We just thought we'd give you a treat.

We thought, as you probably weren't gonna get to Paris,

we'd bring Paris to you. SNORING

I don't believe it.

Hi, Gina. Your Aunty Mary's gone to bed.

We thought we'd wait up for you.

Cos we knew that you wouldn't get to Paris,

so we thought we would, er...

Bring Paris to me.

Yes.

Hey, Gina. Happy birthday.

Thanks, Oscar.

Hey, Ventress.

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