08x17 - Twist Of Fate

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

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

CLOCK TICKS

DOG BARKS

HORSE WHINNIES

MUSIC: 'Conquistador' by Procol Harum

# Your stallion stands

HORSE WHINNIES

# In need of company

HORSE WHINNIES

# And like some angel's haloed brow

# You reek of purity

# I see your armour-plated breast...

Whoa, whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa.

# There are no signs which can be seen

# Though I hoped for something to find #

MIKE WHISTLES

Somebody's in a good mood this morning. Wonder why that is?

- Maybe it's love. - Don't know what you're on about.

Female. Lawyer. Christmas dance. Does that give you a clue?

As a matter of fact, I haven't seen her.

No? What are you so happy about then?

Must be working with you, Phil.

Right, Ventress, I want you to go and see a Mr Sturton at his stables.

One of his horses keeps disappearing.

Disappearing?

Somebody's been taking it out at night for a ride.

So where's the horse now, then, Sarge?

- It's there. - It's there?

- So it's not missing now? - No.

It's not the horse you've got to find, Ventress,

it's the person who keeps taking the horse out.

Ashfordly Police.

CLEARS THROAT

- Now, Sarge? - Yes, now.

MIKE: And your address?

MIKE: Erm, just one second.

Report of another burglary, Sarge.

No, it's no good, I haven't got a spanner to fit that.

It's back at the garage.

There's bound to be an adjustable one on the bench in the barn.

MUMBLING

I think there's somebody in there.

There won't be for long. Give me that spanner.

Are you sure he's alive?

MUTTERS: Princess... Princess... Princess, you're a beautiful girl.

Princess? What's he on about?

MAN: Ro... Ro... You're a true Romany, that you are.

All right, let's be having you. Oi! Come on, wake up!

- CLAUDE: Rise and shine! - Huh... What? What?

Oh. Good morning.

Is it? What are you doing in my barn?

MAN: Oh, your barn, is it?

It is a grand place you have here. You must be very happy with it.

Delirious. You realise it's private property?

Oh, I'm not one to outstay my welcome.

- I'm much obliged to you. - CLAUDE: Just a minute.

Are you... Are you Gypsy royalty or summat?

What?

When you were asleep, you kept shouting about some Gypsy princess.

Romany.

Romany? What's the difference? All right, Romany princess.

Oh, Romany Princess. That'll be a winner.

CLAUDE: Winner?

Winning horses. I dream about them every so often.

Yeah, I'm sure you do. Come on, let's have you out.

And I'm Lester Piggott.

Morning, Mr Thornton.

Not bad at all.

And it's all down to you, young lady.

Right now, we'll just get you turned over

so I can check your back for pressure sores.

This is the bit I hate. I feel like such a burden.

Oh, give over, it's my job.

Useless old fool.

No, you're fine.

And I've told you before, Mildred,

if only all my patients were as nice as you.

You've been so kind to me, Maggie.

Hey, less of the past tense.

You've got years ahead of you yet.

You know when it's time.

- What do you mean? - You know when it's time to go.

Mildred, you've got bad bronchitis.

But as long as we continue with the medication

there's no reason why you won't be around for a good while yet.

Provided you don't do anything stressful.

You're not planning on going on that new big dipper at Blackpool,

are you?

They wouldn't let me on.

There you go.

- Is that nurse still up there with her?

Yes.

These check-ups are getting more and more frequent.

Roy, you know why Maggie's here.

I know, but she just seems to be here so often.

It's not like she's getting anything extra for it.

The important thing is that Mum likes her.

Exactly. Maybe she thinks there's something in it for her.

How do you mean?

Well, your mum's not going to be around forever, is she?

- Third time this week. - But how do you know he was ridden?

He's loose in the yard in the middle of the night!

Well, couldn't he just have got out?

How come he's wearing a bridle and covered in sweat?

Oh, right.

So you're saying that someone come in the middle of the night

rode him off and then brought him back as though nothing had happened.

I can see why you're in the police force.

- The horse isn't damaged. - No.

Well, I don't really see what we can do in a situation like this.

Round-the-clock surveillance!

I want these people caught. That's how to do it.

Round-the-clock surveillance?

This is Aidensfield, Mr Sturton, not New Scotland Yard.

COUGHS

Here you go, ladies, tea for two.

It's no wonder you're feeling better with Sylvia to look after you!

We all know how much you do too, Maggie Bolton.

- You like that painting, don't you? - Yes, I do.

It reminds me of a place I used to visit as a child.

- It's yours. - What?

I want you to have it.

Mildred, that's very kind but...

Take it with you now.

No, Mildred, I can't. I can't accept gifts from patients.

I thought I was your friend.

You are. You know that.

But I want you to keep the painting,

then I can see it every time I come here.

I think it might be worth a bob or two.

JAZZ PLAYS ON RADIO

All done.

How is she?

Oh, not so bad today.

It's just that one minute she's fine and the next...

Well, chronic bronchitis can be exacerbated by worry, upset.

As long as she doesn't get too anxious.

I was, erm...

RADIO TURNS OFF

I was wondering about getting her oxygen.

One of the neighbours were saying

it would help her breathe more easily.

Well... Yes, it would, but I don't think it's severe enough yet.

The problem is patients come to rely on it,

then when there's a real emergency it doesn't have the same effect.

Oh, well, if you're sure.

Well, I'll ask Dr Bolton, just to be certain.

Thanks.

- Bye. - Bye.

They've made a neat job of it.

I'll get it checked for fingerprints, Sarge.

I'll be surprised if they find any, though.

Are you sure that was all that was taken, Mrs Hepponstall?

Yes, the vases. Two vases, matching.

My purse was on the kitchen table but they didn't take it.

It sounds like they knew what they were looking for.

Can you describe these vases?

They're not very big. Maybe about this tall. Japanese.

Worth a bit, were they?

About £ . I'd just had them valued.

CRADDOCK: Try not to upset yourself. We'll do everything we can.

Is there anyone you'd like us to call?

No, thanks, I'll be fine. My daughter Julie will be back soon.

BELLAMY: Right.

Constable Bellamy will keep in touch,

let you know if there's any news.

CASH REGISTER CHINGS

Hey, Claude,

that horse that tramp mentioned is running in the two o'clock at York.

What horse?

Romany Princess. It's on the telly.

- What time? - Two o'clock.

Should be on now. Mary, can we have the telly on, please?

Why? What's on?

Can you get it on, quick.

Had a tip on the horses, Claude?

- Aye, summat like that. - "And it's Flash Larry by two."

"On the stands side it's the Greenaway mount Romany Princess

with a double handful."

"Flash Larry is making..."

It's doing all right, this. It'll get a place, this.

"...too late."

"But at the line it's the to shot, Romany Princess."

to . What a right pair of mugs we are.

Can't this thing go any faster?

It's a hearse, Claude.

Not today it's not.

CLAUDE: Hey! Hey! There he is.

Oh, hello, there, mister.

I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon.

Call me Claude and this is Bernie.

We just wondered if we could give you a lift anywhere.

Er... Oh, no, no. Thanks, all the same.

I wouldn't want to go tempting fate, if you see what I mean.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

No, it's just that you seemed so comfortable in the barn.

If you want to stop there, I mean, I'm not using it.

Very decent. I was hoping for a bed for tonight.

Were you? Yeah, well, I... I could probably fix that.

I mean, I normally make a charge

but in your case I'd make an exception.

I'd better get in, then.

Oh, you can get in the front.

WHISPERS: Mildred.

Mildred.

I need some money.

How much?

Five hundred.

Five hundred?!

It would be a loan, of course. I'll pay you back.

It's for a new plate maker.

Once we get that, we can easily treble our profits.

I thought the I gave you was to pay for that.

Er, no. That was for the new press.

But without a plate maker, the printing takes just as long.

If I get a plate maker, I could do the work in half the time.

- What does Sylvia think? - She agrees with me.

But she doesn't want to ask you for the loan, so...

Perhaps we ought to ask her to come up.

No, there's no need for that.

Anyway, I think she's out the back at the moment.

No.

- Eh? - No. I'm sorry, Roy.

But it... just makes so much sense.

I know it's a lot but I'll pay you back.

- I promise. - No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Of course you can. You've got the money.

- That's not the point. - Look, it's for all of us.

That was my husband's money.

He worked hard for it and I value it.

I don't want to see it just whittled away.

WHEEZES

How can you? Two years. Two years we've looked after you.

Put you up, we've fed you, we've cared for you.

Two years! And that's how you repay us.

COUGHS

Oh, very convenient! Mind you don't choke.

I can't breathe!

WHEEZES

Can't... breathe!

WHEEZES

- Sylvia! - Can't breathe!

Sylvia!

COUGHS, WHEEZES

Take one of your tablets.

What's wrong? She's having one of her turns.

Oh, my God! It's bad!

Get an ambulance.

Quick, Roy! Get an ambulance!

Here you go, look. That's a good boy.

CHUCKLES

That's all you're getting.

I bet you're enjoying that, aren't you?

LAUGHS

These, erm... these... winners you dream up,

do you dream them up every night, Seamus?

- Oh, yeah, most nights. - How about tonight?

Any chance of you dreaming up one tonight for tomorrow?

Ah, well, there's one sure way

of making me dream about the gee-gees.

- How's that? - A wee drop of the hard stuff.

I bet you mean Scotch.

Aye. Unless there be Irish?

I've got neither.

I suppose you couldn't you come up with summat on a cup of cocoa?

- What's happening? - She knew.

It's as if she knew something was going to happen.

She's not dead yet. She'll pull through.

She even made a change to her will.

Changed her will?

Mrs Thornton...

I'm very sorry.

I'm afraid we couldn't save her.

CRIES

Now, then, Gina, my winsome wench. Pour us a couple of large Scotches.

- Celebrating, are we? - Not half.

We have discovered a lucky leprechaun

at the bottom of our garden, haven't we?

Marvellous. He takes your money and he doubles it.

You must think I came up the river.

- She doesn't believe me! - I wonder why.

I tell you what, you give me ten bob,

and I guarantee tomorrow it'll be a quid.

Hang on, Claude.

We give you ten bob and you give us a quid?

I just said that, didn't I? Yeah, yeah. Guaranteed.

Well, come on, come on. Why are you hesitating?

- Your past record, Claude. - I'm changing the needle. Come on.

CASH REGISTER DINGS

You better not let us down, Claude.

That's for two of us.

Right. And you will not regret it.

What are you doing?

All I'm doing is putting a bet on for 'em.

I'll put their ten bob on.

The odds are bound to be better than evens,

so I'll give them a quid back and we cop the difference.

What if it loses?

It won't. I bought him half a bottle of Scotch.

MUSIC: 'The Young Ones' by Cliff Richard

# Darling, we're the young ones

# And young ones

# Shouldn't be afraid

# To live, love

# While the flame is strong... #

Hello?

Open late?

No, I'm usually here till six. What can I do for you, Constable?

We've had a run of burglaries in the area.

It's mainly antiques

and I need to check if anybody's tried to sell these items to you.

Right. I'll get my book.

Most recent items are the two Japanese vases.

No. I've no record of those.

Or of the other items.

I'll leave that list with you in case anyone does approach you.

Thank you.

So... what's this about the will?

What?

You said she'd changed it. How did she change it?

Oh, she made a small amendment, that's all.

What sort of small amendment?

That painting in her room.

She wanted to leave it to Maggie Bolton.

Maggie Bolton?

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

The whole village must have been doing their shopping today.

I thought I'd never get home. Everybody had so much to say.

Maggie?

What's the matter?

I was at the hospital this afternoon.

It's Mildred Crosby.

What about her?

She's dead.

I want to make a complaint.

It's a case of gross medical negligence.

Hang on a minute, mate. Slow down. What's this all about?

My mother-in-law has just died. Mildred Crosby.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

I don't want your sympathy, Constable.

I want you to charge the person responsible for her death.

She got her to change her will and then refused to give her oxygen.

This is a very serious allegation you're making.

Who is it you think is responsible?

Oh, I don't think. I know.

Maggie Bolton.

Hello, Mike.

- Can I come in? - Well, Yes.

- Maggie... - Yes?

Are you all right?

Yes... er... erm...

A friend of mine's just died. Well, a patient. Mildred Crosby.

Sometimes you just can't help getting attached.

Mmm. That must be very difficult.

She was doing so well, I can hardly believe it's happened.

- When did you last see her? - Today.

That's what I mean. The way she suddenly went downhill.

Is that uncommon for someone in her condition?

It happens but... Yes, it's certainly unusual.

Mike, I appreciate your concern but why all the questions?

Maggie...

There's... there's been a complaint made against you.

By the son-in-law.

LAUGHS

What?!

Look, I'm sorry, but we have to look into it.

Just what is it I'm supposed to have done?

Apparently, you refused to give the old lady oxygen.

No, I didn't think her condition was serious enough.

Did you know she left you something in her will?

- No. - A valuable painting.

Look, I don't need to tell you what I think of all this.

Anyone who knows you knows you couldn't possibly have...

It... It's the son-in-law. He's ranting and raving and...

Well, we have to look into it.

And... report it to the medical authorities.

What's going on?

Apparently I'm being accused of causing Mildred Crosby's death.

What?

Ah! That's a grand bit of stuff you got me here, Mr Greengrass.

We aim to please, Seamus. What would you like for your tea?

- A nice chip butty? - That sounds very nice.

- Do him a few chips. - Why me?

Do you want to be in on this or don't you?

- Well... - The spuds are in the cupboard.

Have I got to peel them?

No, they've got zips on. Get on with it, will you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in!

- Maggie Bolton, isn't it? - Yes.

I'm sorry to barge in on you like this.

I was hoping you might be able to help me.

Take a seat.

- I need to know if it's true. - Is what true?

Did Mildred Crosby leave me something in her will?

I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to discuss this.

Not until the will's been read out.

Did she leave me that painting?

I'm sorry, but I can't discuss the contents.

Do you know that I'm being accused of negligence?

I'm also being accused of deliberately causing her death

because she left me something in her will

that I'm supposed to know about.

But I didn't know.

She wanted to give me that painting and I refused.

Did Mildred leave it to me in her will?

Off the record?

She left you a lot more than that.

Sorry to call on you so late, Mrs Thornton.

That's all right. Come in.

Is your, er... husband about?

Just popped into town. He should be back soon.

You're aware of the allegations he's made

concerning your mother's death? - Yes.

I just wondered if you agreed with him.

I'm not in the habit of going against my husband.

He's got enough to worry about.

Maggie Bolton was extremely fond of your mother.

You must know she'd never have done anything to harm her.

All I know is that my mother's dead.

She was alive and now she's dead.

One minute she was fine...

...and the next she was gasping for breath.

I watched her fighting, choking, gasping.

I virtually had to watch her die.

If she'd had oxygen, she might still be alive.

But Maggie didn't think it was serious enough for that.

And now she's dead.

That's all I know.

MUSIC: 'Time Has Told Me' by Nick Drake

SNORING

GRUNTS AND MOANS

WHINES

Ah... The Spanish Flamenco.

Oh! Oh, Fanny. Fanny, my girl.

Stamp your feet. OK, give us a twirl.

Ole! Ole...

# And time has told me

# Not to ask for more

# For some day our ocean... #

Under the circumstances,

I'm sure we all want to get this cleared up as soon as possible.

There's nothing to get cleared up. I haven't done anything wrong.

You have been accused of gross medical negligence.

MAGGIE: Well... yes, but it's...

A very serious allegation.

And one which could result in disastrous consequences

as far as your career is concerned.

I understand that, yes.

You thought it unnecessary to give Mildred Crosby oxygen.

Is that right?

At that stage, yes.

Well, isn't it the sort of thing you should take advice on from a doctor?

I was going to ask my husband, Dr Bolton,

but I didn't get the chance.

She died a few hours later.

So her condition was more severe than you'd thought?

I didn't expect such a sudden attack.

It was a real shock to me.

I understand you'd become quite involved with Mrs Crosby.

I was very fond of her.

Did you know she'd changed her will in your favour?

No, I didn't. Of course not. I had no idea.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

- Mike. - Hi.

How are you?

Fine. What can I do for you?

I expect you've heard about the accusations against Maggie Bolton?

Yes.

I wondered if you could confirm the details of the will for me?

Not before the reading, no.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Hello.

No, I'd better take it.

Sorry, was there anything else?

Well, not unless, er... you want to come out for a drink tonight?

I'm sorry but I've got plans.

Jackie Lambert speaking.

Mrs Williams. Yes, I remember.

Well, maybe some other time, then.

MAGGIE: Guess what?

I've been suspended.

Hiya! Is your mum in?

Yeah, but she's having a lie down.

It's Julie, isn't it? I was here yesterday about the break-in.

And?

There's been a pattern of similar break-ins in the area.

Makes it a bit more likely we'll catch the thief.

What about the vases? Will she get 'em back?

There's a chance.

We're checking with antique dealers to see if they've been sold on.

Don't suppose you know if your mum had any insurance?

Well, she fell behind on the payments.

It's been hard since Dad died.

How long ago was that?

Eighteen months ago. In a riding accident.

Look, I'd better go and see how Mum is.

If we find out anything else, I'll call and let you know.

Hey, hey, here it is.

Flamenco Fanny. It's running in the three o'clock at Chepstow.

- How much are we putting on? - A fiver.

Fiver?!

Of course. Plus Mary and Gina's ten bobs.

It'd better come in. What if last time was just a coincidence?

I wish you'd stop being so dramatic. Get his dinner on the table.

Ah, Seamus! Here.

Ah, sit here. Here.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, thank you very much. Oh, that's very decent of you, sir.

Yes, yes, of course. I'll tell her.

Thank you. Bye.

That was the solicitor. They're reading the will at . .

They'd like you to be there.

If we're all ready, then.

"I, Mildred Crosby, being of sound mind,

leave all my worldly goods to my only daughter Sylvia..."

"...with the exception of my personal bank account

and the painting known as 'An Evening Stroll,'

both of which I leave to my good friend Maggie Bolton."

Just a minute. Personal bank account?

How much was in her personal account?

As of yesterday, her account stood at £ , .

And her worldly goods, what do they come to?

Well, er... there's all her personal belongings, her jewellery,

a few insurance policies.

Insurance policies?! That could take months!

- That's no good to us! - Roy!

ROY: And you knew about this!

I knew about the painting but I didn't know about the money.

SCOFFS

Well, this just gets more and more interesting, doesn't it?

I had no idea about any of this, Roy.

You wormed your way into her life!

Sweet-talked her into changing her will!

How does it feel to be a grave robber, eh?

Give us a Scotch.

- Well? - Well, what?

- Did you do it? - Did I do what?

Double your money!

Or more to the point, double our money?

Hmm. W-what did you give me? Ten bob?

Each.

A pound for that lady. And a pound for that lady.

LAUGHS

I don't believe it!

What did I tell you? If you'd had a fiver on, you'd have had a tenner!

We might do next time. Hiya, Phil!

Two halves, please, Gina, love.

You're looking pleased with yourself.

Yeah. Claude can double your money.

- Double it? - ALF: How's he do that?

There's a leprechaun at the bottom of his garden.

- Oh, really. - That's what he says, anyway.

I don't know how he does it but it works.

We gave him ten bob yesterday and today he came back with a quid.

Don't even think about it.

It does sound quite tempting, though.

I'll just see how much change I've got.

Sylvia.

- Sylvia... - No.

You know how much Mildred meant to me, don't you?

- We were good friends. - Yes, but...

I would never do anything to harm her.

Well, I think that's everything.

- It's gone! - What's gone?

The painting! It's been stolen.

Well, I've erm... I've taken a good look round.

Was it just the painting that was stolen?

There's nothing else missing as far as I can tell.

- MIKE: How do you think he got in? - Must be through the side door.

No, there's no sign of forced entry. Was the door left open?

No. I always lock it.

I think you must have forgotten.

I mean, it's quite natural what with everything that's happened.

- When was it discovered missing? - Shortly before I phoned you.

- And who noticed it missing? - I did.

Right. It'd think it would be helpful

if you'd accompany me down to the station, Mr Thornton,

so we can get this cleared up quickly.

Here you go, Mum. Horlicks and sleeping pills.

It's bit early for my sleeping pills, isn't it?

Well, I thought you could do with an early night.

- What's the matter? - No, I'm not taking it.

- What? - Can't keep on like this, Julie.

Sedatives, sleeping pills, anti-depressants.

But the doctor said...

I've got to face up to things some time, love.

It's time we started looking ahead.

So... when did you discover the painting was missing?

I've told you, just after the will was read.

So no-one had been into Mildred's room since she'd died?

No. Sylvia couldn't face it and... well, I had no cause to.

So why did you suddenly go in there?

It was the reading of the will.

We found out that the painting had been left to Maggie Bolton.

And you went in to get it for Nurse Bolton?

Yes. Nurse Bolton.

The person who is responsible for the death of my mother-in-law.

But you don't seem very interested in that, Sergeant.

No, you're more interested in trying to charge me

with a robbery that happened at my own house!

Mr Thornton, your accusation against Nurse Bolton

is being taken very seriously.

But we're here to discuss the disappearance

of your mother-in-law's painting.

No doubt it was a surprise to you

when you found she'd left it to Mrs Bolton?

Of course I was. After all we'd done for her.

You expected to inherit it yourself.

Well, Sylvia, rather than me.

It just seems very convenient

that there was a break-in preventing you from giving the painting away.

What are you saying?

I'm suggesting that you took the picture,

assuming it would be left to you in the will.

Perhaps you sold it on straightaway,

then, when Mrs Bolton inherited it, you had to think of an excuse.

What more convenient than a break-in?

No. That's not true.

CLATTERING, THUD

CLICK

SNORING

GROANS, MUMBLES

I can't sleep.

- CLAUDE: Huh... what? - I can't get to sleep.

You'll have to force yourself, cos there's no more whisky.

CLAUDE YAWNS

I'm sorry to call you out so late.

That's OK.

Come and see.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

- Has she ever done this before? - No. At least, I don't think so.

But I normally take a sleeping pill at night.

I might be on the wrong track here, but did Julie used to like riding?

Oh, yes. She had her own horse.

But, of course, we had to sell it after my husband's accident.

LATCH CLICKS

DOG BARKS

Oi!

HORSE WHINNIES

Get off!

Stay there.

I've got him!

Julie, you all right?

JULIE: Yeah, I'm fine.

What do you think you're playing at, you stupid girl?!

- All right, Mr Sturton! - Julie, why didn't you tell me?

JULIE: I knew you'd be upset.

MRS HEPPONSTALL: But you could have really hurt yourself!

- Like Dad, you mean. - Well, yes!

Look, it doesn't mean the same thing's going to happen to me.

But I just worry about you so much, love.

It's just you and me now, you know.

I know, Mum. But we'll be all right. It's like you said.

It's time we started looking ahead, isn't it?

BELL RINGS, CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

- Good day. - Mr Winstanley?

That's right. I had one of your chaps in the other day.

Is it about those stolen antiques?

He mentioned Mrs Hepponstall's vases.

No. We're looking for a painting. It's called "An Evening Stroll."

- It's worth quite a bit. - Yes, I remember it distinctly.

I had it sold on in a matter of hours.

Do you remember who sold it to you?

It was a man.

Late s. Glasses. And quite tall.

And he had a Scottish accent.

Claude!

Claude! I've got the paper. What's the name of the horse?

CLAUDE: Don't worry about all that.

He's gone.

- Eh? - O'Toole. He's done a runner.

- He was here last night. - Yeah. So was my Scotch.

You mean he's nicked it?

No, he drank it and he took it with him.

I thought we'd gone over all this yesterday.

We now know that your mother-in-law's painting

was sold to an antique shop in Ashfordly.

So?

The owner has given us a detailed description

of the person who sold him the painting.

And it would only fit me, I suppose?

Don't you think this charade has gone on long enough?

We're investigating a number of burglaries in the area

very similar to this one.

MIKE: All stolen antiques.

The most recent occurred... three nights ago.

Perhaps you could tell us where you were you on Monday night?

What is all this? I don't know what you're talking about.

How convenient. Just like you didn't know about the picture.

SIGHS

All right, all right. I took the picture. I had to.

But I don't know anything about these other burglaries.

- I'm not a thief. - But you did steal the picture?

That's different. It was coming to us anyway.

- I needed the money. - For your business?

I had no choice.

I wanted to expand, so I took out a loan...

...from these loan sharks.

Mildred refused to bail me out.

I mean, I had to find the money somehow!

So, will Maggie get the painting?

If we can trace it. It's been sold on already.

- Who sold it? - Winstanley.

He was the chap who gave us the description of Roy Thornton.

He said he told you about the Hepponstall burglary.

Is that what he said? He mentioned Mrs Hepponstall?

Yes. Why?

Well, I described the vases to him,

but I didn't say where they were stolen from.

We'll never gonna find him. He's long gone.

What are you going to do now? You promised to double everyone's money.

You think I don't know that?

What are you doing?

I'm looking at the runners to see if there's owt stands out.

Hey, hey. Hang on. This one sounds a bit appropriate.

- Let's get to the bookies. - What's it called?

"Done A Bunk."

- It's all locked up, Sarge. - Well, try round the back, then.

Oh. Maggie.

I'm afraid Dr Bolton's not here at the moment.

It's just that I've not been sleeping well,

what with Roy being detained at the police station.

And everything else.

Well, I'm not really sure how I can help you.

Well, I just thought maybe some sleeping pills.

Well, you'll have to see Dr Bolton about that.

- You do know I've been suspended? - Yes.

Thank you. I'll, erm... I'll make an appointment.

Sleeping pills aren't always the answer, you know.

Maybe you're right.

Maggie...

Not to worry.

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CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

CRADDOCK: Hello?

- Er... What is this, please? - Excuse me, Mr Winstanley.

We have reason to suppose you may be in possession of stolen goods.

Excuse me.

That is not the case!

Don't! You don't know what you're doing!

Sarge, I think you should come and have a look at this.

You were saying, Mr Winstanley?

I-I didn't steal them.

CRADDOCK: I presume you employed somebody to do your dirty work.

Of course, you do valuations, don't you?

That must be how you know what to take.

I always valued them at a fair price.

Told them to get them insured to the proper value.

That way nobody loses.

I get the antique and they get the insurance money.

Only in this instance, Mr Winstanley,

the lady in question wasn't insured.

RECORD PLAYER ON, KNOCK AT DOOR

- Maggie. - Have you got a minute?

Of course. Come in.

Sylvia Thornton came to see me today.

She told me you were questioning her husband.

Yes, he's admitted to stealing the picture.

Mike, if he lied about that...

...maybe he lied about Mildred's death, as well.

Why do you say that?

I think Sylvia was about to tell me something.

Should we go and have another chat with her?

Well, it's worth a try.

I think you should give up now, Claude.

I mean, "Done A Bunk" didn't, did it?

All right, I'm sure we'll be all right with this one.

"There's a faller. It's No. , Irish Wanderer."

- "The rest are safely home." - Flipping heck.

Give up. We'll just have to pay 'em back.

"After You Claude."

Look at the other meeting. There's one called "After You Claude."

CLAUDE: It's to .

to ? What chance has that got?

Go and back it! Go on! Put the money on!

to ! Go on, get the price!

I'm going to give you everything, Sylvia.

I never wanted Mildred's money. You do understand that, don't you?

I keep thinking about the day your mum died.

I've tried to figure it out

and it still doesn't seem to make much sense to me.

Is there anything else to tell us?

Mum was in a really bad way.

While I tried to help her I shouted at Roy to call an ambulance.

Go on.

But when the ambulance didn't arrive, I called again.

They said they never got the call.

Well, I thought it were just an excuse.

Now that I've had a chance to think about it...

- He never made the call? - I didn't want to believe it.

Roy's a good man, really.

And he thought it'd be easier to blame someone else?

He's got... problems. Money worries.

I am really sorry, Maggie.

Isn't it about time I went home?

I'm afraid there's something else to discuss, Mr Thornton.

Constable Bradley has just taken a statement from your wife

about circumstances surrounding your mother-in-law's death.

What did she say?

You failed to call the ambulance when your mother-in-law became ill.

What?!

Your wife phoned to see where the ambulance was.

They said they'd never received a call.

The delay could have cost Mrs Crosby her life.

Do you have anything to say?

CRADDOCK: We'll be making a report to the coroner.

CLAUDE: I told you it'd be all right. You don't half worry.

So we're out of trouble.

Let's just give everyone their money and call it a day.

Please not nag. Pay Gina and Mary out.

- What? You did it? - CLAUDE: Of course.

- Claude! - What?

- You're wonderful. - Of course I am.

Does this mean we're engaged?

LAUGHS

The little leprechaun didn't forget to turn up, then, Claude?

He certainly didn't, Phillip. Pay the gentleman.

Thank you.

- Right, is that everybody paid? - Aye.

Well, what have we finished up with?

We seem to have got one pound ten shillings each.

One pound ten! That can't be right!

I mean, "After You Claude" was to .

We put most of the money on the two losers.

We hadn't got very much left to bet with.

At least we won enough to pay everybody off.

Oh, yeah, how lovely for 'em.

Oh, Claude, you never paid for your last round the other night.

How much do I owe?

One pound, nine shillings and sixpence.

Here, better have it. Keep the change.

Ah, thanks, Claude!

It's the first time you've ever given me a tip.

And the last.

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