10x13 - Blind Justice

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

SUSAN: That's it. Keep the movement flowing.

Relaxation and control.

One, two, three...

One, two, together.

One, two, together.

Very good.

Lovely.

Thank you. Well done. Same time next week.

Your footwork really is impressive, Raymond.

Thank you very much, Susan.

I'm not sure what you get out of these classes.

You're such an accomplished dancer already.

There's always room for improvement, no matter what your level.

I suppose so.

Besides, there's the added pleasure of good company.

- Yours especially, if I may say so. - Thank you.

Listen, I've been meaning to ask you for ages.

There's a police dance tomorrow night at Ashfordly.

I wonder if you would care to come along as my guest?

I'd like that very much. Thank you.

Right. Till tomorrow, then?

How do you mean you're bored?

Well, it's not exactly a new concept for me, Phil.

- You're not bored with me? - No, don't be silly.

It's just that we girls like to be entertained, Phil.

Yeah, well, that costs money.

Come on, Phil. You earn as much as I do.

Well, I must be spending a lot more.

I mean, there's the new flat and its rent.

It's not that bad, is it?

Well, let's just say it doesn't leave me with as much

to spend on certain people as I'd like.

I suppose the next round's on me then, is it?

GENTLE LAUGHTER

RADIO PLAYS CLASSICAL MUSIC

You crazy...

Fool.

METER BUZZING

ENGINE REVVING

Ah!

Could you tell me your name please, sir?

Richard Finlay.

Why didn't you stop?

You must have seen me.

I'm sorry. I'm late for a delivery.

Wasn't that much over the speed limit, was I?

We'll be the judge of that. Can I see your licence, please?

- Haven't got it with me. - Any other form of identification?

No.

Well, you'd better follow me down to the station then, hadn't you?

About time. I should have left half an hour ago.

Sorry, Mr Scripps. It's just that Mr. Vernon...

We had one or two domestic arrangements to see to at home.

I had to make his breakfast.

Home?

I hope you're not forgetting it's still Claude Greengrass's place?

Oh, no, no, no.

He's just a temporary lodger. Aren't you?

'Course I am.

Right. Well, I'd better get off to Northallerton.

Bit off your patch, isn't it?

Yes, but it's Maurice Barwick's funeral.

He used to lived in the village. Moved up there when he retired.

His widow won't have anyone bury him but me.

Well, don't you worry,

brother of mine.

While you're away,

we'll have this place running like a well-oiled machine.

Yes.

Look, I don't know what the fuss is all about.

Well, then I'm obviously failing

to make my point properly, aren't I, Richard.

Well, what point?

First, you were over the speed limit.

And second, you failed to stop when requested to by a police officer.

I've said I'm sorry.

Is Scripps in?

Sorry, pal. He's popped up to Northallerton.

Blast! What am I going to do?

My car's broken down. I think the petrol t*nk may have ruptured.

Good morning, Lord Ashfordly.

Scripps knows that Bentley better than anyone.

Lord?

I'll just have to find another mechanic.

Just a minute, Your Lordship. Vernon Scripps.

I'm Bernard's brother. I'm sure we can help you out.

Really?

It's my niece's wedding in a couple of days and I'm giving her away,

so I have to have the car back by then.

Don't you worry.

Actually, I'm a bit of a Bentley expert myself, you know.

What a relief. Excellent!

And of course, you'll be very well rewarded for your work.

Oh, service is the important thing to us Scripps'.

Now, where is the car exactly?

- Mrs Finlay? - Oh, Raymond.

What can we do for you?

It's about my son, Richard.

His employer called me from the shop,

said that you were holding him.

Really?

That'll be the lad on the speeding charge.

I see. I hadn't realized there was a connection.

Is he in serious trouble?

No, no, not serious, but there was a bit of a problem.

- Richard. - Mum.

What problem?

He was caught speeding and didn't stop when requested to.

I have apologised, Mum.

And it's clear to us that his apology is sincere.

I should hope so, too.

So, what happens now? Will you be charging him?

Well, under the circumstances, no.

Thanks, Raymond. We're grateful.

There's no need for gratitude, Mrs Finlay.

We're just doing our job.

Well, until tonight, then?

Indeed. Indeed.

Now, that should do it.

Right. Who wants to be Lord Ashfordly?

- Eh? - I do.

Home, James. And don't spare the horses.

Right, Alfred. Sit back and enjoy the ride.

Do you reckon there's anything in it?

Well, judging how flustered Craddock was, I'd say definitely.

He's been on his own for ages now. Good luck to him I say.

Ventress, the registration number of Richard Finlay's van.

You wrote it incorrectly. The first letter should be P, not B.

It was moving at a fair old lick, Sarge.

It's a mistake. Mistakes of such kind can be crucial.

Which makes this letter all the more relevant.

- Sarge? - Chief Constable has ordered

that every serving officer should undergo a sight test.

A doctor will be coming over from Ashfordly Hospital tomorrow

to examine all of us. - There shouldn't be a problem.

No. But if the eyesight of any of us

should be found to be impaired to the extent of needing glasses,

then the range of operational tasks we'd be allowed to carry out

will be severely limited.

Does that mean that instead of being out and about

in all kinds of weather,

we'd be more or less confined to the station?

Exactly. You wouldn't want that to happen to you, would you, Ventress?

Oh, no, Sarge. Of course not.

Good. Because I've an assignment for you tonight.

Assignment?

Don't worry. I won't be sending you into the lion's den alone.

You can take Bellamy with you for extra protection.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

Hello? Oh, hello, Mr Scripps.

Uh... everything's fine.

All right. Right. So when are you going to...

Yeah, when are you going to...

Yeah. All right, then.

Yeah, bye.

It's Mr. Scripps.

He's staying over in Northallerton for the night.

Maurice Barwick's widow.

She's very upset

and she's asked him to keep her company.

So when is he back?

Erm... Well, he didn't say.

Well, what about the Bentley?

Erm...

Oh, brilliant.

There's only one thing for it, isn't there?

What's that?

We'll have to fix it ourselves.

What?

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Thank you, thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, please take your partners for the foxtrot.

You really are very good, Raymond.

In fact, you could teach me a few things about dancing.

If this is an attempt to make me stop coming to your classes,

I warn you it won't succeed.

Mr. Blaketon.

Ah, Sergeant. That was very graceful. Very graceful indeed.

Thank you.

I think he may have been talking about your partner,

Sergeant Craddock. Not you.

Mr Green, how are you?

Keeping very well, thanks.

Well, aren't you going to introduce us, then?

This is Susan Finlay, my dance tutor.

Susan, this is Oscar Blaketon, owner of the Aidensfield Arms,

and James Green,

magistrate and businessman.

Pleased to meet you, both of you

We haven't seen each other for a while.

Last time must've been in court.

Just before my retirement from the force.

Indeed. I didn't expect to see you here tonight, Oscar?

Oh, well, we publicans do manage sometimes

to get a few nights away from the pumps.

It's nice to know there are other people here

who aren't in the police. I was afraid I'd be the only one.

Not that there's anything wrong with the police.

- Excuse us. - Excuse me.

So, what exactly does Craddock suspect is going on?

Well. there's been a report of underage drinking.

There may be nothing in it.

But as the place has only just opened,

he thought we should run a check on it anyway.

I can't see anything amiss, can you?

No.

I think I know why Craddock wanted me to come with you.

In case you fancied having a go yourself.

You must be joking!

You know what the rules are with police and gambling,

especially on duty.

You have been known to have a flutter in the past, haven't you?

That was with horses and cards.

Anyway, I've learnt me lesson.

WOMAN: , black.

- Gambling's for fools. - I can't believe it!

I know. Though some people

seem to be doing all right by it.

She must have made hundreds, her, tonight.

And she could just as easily have lost hundreds.

I haven't enjoyed myself so much in ages.

Nor me, Susan.

Your... Your wife was a keen dancer, then?

Very.

What happened?

Oh, er, we grew apart.

And you?

He died.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, no. It was years ago.

Could there ever be anybody else?

Quite possibly.

Perhaps you'd like to do this again soon?

I'd like that very much.

I'll see you to the door.

- Hey, Nicholas. - Mr Blaketon?

What are you doing out here at this time?

I've been to see me mate. What are you doing?

- I've been to a dance. - Disco, was it?

HE CHUCKLES Now, go on, get off home,

or your old man will be gunning for you.

It's you he's gunning for.

He says he's gonna thrash you at golf on Saturday.

Oh, aye? That's wishful thinking. And you can tell him I said so.

I will. Good night, Mr. Blaketon.

Good night.

ENGINE REVVING

KNOCK AT DOOR I wonder who that can be?

It'll be our Nicholas. Forgot his key again, I'll bet.

Mrs Fenwick...

MONITOR BLEEPING

Well? Is he any better?

Well, we've stabilized his blood pressure

and seen to all the superficial injuries.

As yet, I'm afraid, there's no sign of consciousness.

Isn't there anything you can do?

I'm afraid not.

Look, it's awful, I know, but all we can do is wait.

VERNON: Yes, that's after the second roundabout. Thank you very much.

Yeah, superb.

Fine.

Bye now.

Ey...

Right, I've...

I've tracked down a Bentley specialist over in Scarborough.

He thinks he might have a t*nk. Now, I'm going over there now.

You get this stripped down and ready. OK?

Don't you think we ought to phone Mr. Scripps?

What for?

His Lordship's got the wedding tomorrow.

We can't hang around waiting for Bernie to come back, can we?

Now get out and get a move on. And get rid of that flipping dog.

DOG WHINES

- Everything all right, Doctor? - I'm afraid Nicholas is no better.

I meant you, not Nicholas.

It's been a long night.

It's hard to imagine how people can do things like this, isn't it?

Knock a child off his bike and just drive away.

Whoever the culprit was,

I'm sure the police will pick them up pretty swiftly.

The police said you gave a good description of the car.

It was a cream coloured Ford Anglia. Shouldn't be difficult to trace.

SHE SIGHS

Morning, David.

Morning, Mr. Bradley.

Is, uh... Is Bernie around?

No. He's in Northallerton, cheering up a widow.

Oh, I see. You wouldn't know anything about

that Ford Anglia around the back, would you?

A lady brought that in this morning.

She said she wanted it fixed as soon as possible.

I told her about Mr Scripps,

said we'd do it as soon as he got back,

and, you know, he'd stick it around the back out the way.

- Did she give a name? - Oh, yes, she, uh...

No, Sarge. There was nothing obviously untoward

happening at the casino.

Just the usual collection of fools

all too willing to be parted from their money.

There was one woman who seemed to be raking it in.

But for every one of her,

there'll be others waking up this morning

with sore heads and empty wallets.

As I'm sure Ventress has pointed out to you.

Oh. Quite, sarge.

Ah, Bradley. Any news on the hit-and-run?

Er, yes, Sarge. I've been doing the rounds of the local garages.

Someone brought a damaged Ford Anglia

into Bernie Scripps' place this morning.

RAYMOND: Does it match Blaketon's description?

Yes.

Good! Who does it belong to?

Come on. Who does it belong to?

A friend of yours, Sarge.

A friend of mine?

Susan Finlay.

Are you sure?

- Positive. - I see.

Well, it must be a coincidence.

I mean, apart from anything else,

she was with me last night at the police dance.

I gave her a lift home.

You wouldn't mind telling me what time that was, Sarge?

Around :.

Well, it's just, Oscar Blaketon reckons

Nicholas was hit at about quarter past.

We'll obviously have to check it out.

Right, we're in luck. He happened to have a t*nk.

Took him a while to find it, mind.

What have you done?

It's what you said about stripping the car down.

It was a lot easier than I thought, actually.

You flaming idiot!

I meant take the t*nk out, not strip the whole flaming thing!

I'm sorry, I thought you'd be pleased, Mr Vernon.

Oh, heck!

Someone must have clipped the car in the night.

You're confident the damage couldn't have been done before that?

I'd have noticed. The trouble is the lane's pretty narrow,

there's nowhere else to park it.

You were certainly very prompt in taking it down to Bernie Scripps'.

I was angry. I wanted it fixed right away.

You don't really think it could've been me, Raymond?

You were with me.

Quite. These are just routine enquiries, Susan.

No one else used the car last night, did they?

Your son, Richard, perhaps?

Richard was at home last night.

And the car was definitely here when you got back?

I can't say that I positively checked,

but, yes, I assume it was.

But if it's normally parked outside,

it would be difficult to miss it, wouldn't it?

Yes. Yes, it would. I don't believe it was here, Susan.

Perhaps we'd better have a word to Richard.

Yeah. Yes, I... I know it's overdue, Mrs. Dobson.

Yes. Yes, I know.

No. No. I promise I'll sort it out in the next couple of days.

Yes.

Yeah. Bye.

All right, Phil?

Yeah. Oh, it's just my landlady.

She doesn't half witter on.

So, er... what time's the doctor due?

Oh, any minute now. It's Dr Coates. He's generally pretty punctual.

- You know him, then? - Oh, for years.

He's one of the old school. He's very kind-hearted.

Kind-hearted?

Well, I think if he had any doubts about my eyesight,

he wouldn't want me to run risks any longer.

If that's his prognosis, who am I to argue?

Morning. What can I do for you?

More a question of what I can do for you.

Dr Summerbee. SHO at Ashfordly General.

Oh, we were expecting Dr Coates.

I know. The first thing this morning,

I'm told to report to ophthalmology 'cause Dr Coates is sick.

Tomorrow, it will probably be brain surgery.

So, who's first for the sight test?

- I've told you, I was at home. - All evening?

- Yes. - Are you quite sure about that?

Yes!

Seargeant Craddock, my client has already been through all this

As far as I can see, you have no real case against him.

We're not trying to make a case,

we're just trying to establih the facts.

And the facts are, the only thing connecting him to the hit-and-run

is that a car similar to his mother's was involved.

There are other factors

to be taken into consideration. - Well, such as?

He was caught speeding yesterday and refused to stop when requested to.

That's not relevant.

- We think it may be. - I disagree.

You have no evidence

and no reason to doubt that Richard spent a quiet night at home.

We don't exactly have any reason to believe it.

Why not?

As you know, Richard, I dropped your mother off at the house last night.

There was no light on.

- Maybe, I'd gone to bed. - Maybe?

Well, I don't know, do I?

And your mother's car wasn't there.

If your mother wasn't in it, who was?

I don't know.

RAYMOND: Does anyone else have access to the car?

No.

Then what other explanation could there be?

That it wasn't my mum's car that hit that boy.

MICHAEL: There's paint on the car.

It matches the colour of the bike, exactly.

How do you explain that?

Tell us the truth.

Richard?

All right.

All right.

I was out with some friends last night.

I went in the car.

But I didn't hit that boy. I swear.

And I thought I'd seen everything.

Well, I'm sorry, but the interview room's in use.

Don't worry, we junior doctors are used to improvising.

Can you read the fifth line down for me?

"E...

"..C, T,

"O..." Was that O?

"T H, C..."

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

When did you first notice there was a problem?

It's been gradual, really.

It's very unfortunate, but I put it down to overwork myself.

You see, I've been on the front line of policing

as it were for a very long time now.

Maybe a change of role, within the station.

Something a little more sedentary perhaps?

Exactly.

Right.

Let's try with these, shall we?

PIANO PLAYING

A pound's worth, please.

- Hi. - It's not your first time, is it?

Well, actually, er...

Don't worry. I'm a novice, too.

Yeah? You must have made a b*mb last night.

- Over £. - Flipping heck.

- So what's your lucky number? - I haven't got one.

- I should go on a red number. - Why red?

Just a feeling.

No more bets.

Seven red.

- Congratulations! - Thanks.

Don't thank me. The luck was all yours.

So, are you going to try again?

Yeah.

RAYMOND: Can you take up position in the courtroom, then? Thank you.

I hope you're very happy.

This situation isn't of my making. You must see that.

I don't see anything beyond my son be unjustly accused

of something he didn't do.

We have no choice but to charge him.

- That makes things easier? - No, of course not.

If that's how you feel, what do you think of me?

My feelings for you haven't changed, Susan.

You know, as I often thought...

What's that?

Well, things come to pieces easier than they go back together again.

Brilliant, David.

- Thank you. - Do you know, I'm surprised

Claude Greengrass didn't take you with him to the West Indies.

Right. No other bits lying around, are there?

No, that's it.

Test it and see if it starts.

Morning! All ready, I trust?

Absolutely, Your Lordship.

Good. How much do I owe you?

Well um...

Will cover it?

Oh... Thank you very much.

Excellent!

Flaming heck. What a relief!

I think a little celebration is in order.

Or a big one.

Now let that be a lesson to you, David.

Thoroughness.

That's the secret of being a successful entrepreneur.

Fortunately, it comes naturally to us Scripps.

So, Richard, what happened when you left Ashfordly?

I dropped my mates off at their houses,

then I drove home.

JACKIE: Passing through Aidensfield on the way.

Yes.

And about what time was this?

Around a quarter past eleven.

And were you aware of being involved

in any kind of accident at that time?

No... I didn't hit that boy. I can't have done.

Can I put it this way? If you did, you weren't aware?

No. I would have stopped. I know I would.

Thank you.

Phil! What are you doing here this time of day?

Just passing by.

Thought I'd check there's no underage drinking and such like.

Come on. What do you really want?

I think you know the answer to that.

Phil, I'm busy!

Too busy to open this?

Oh, Phil! It's lovely!

Thought you'd like it.

How did you afford this?

Well, I was er...

What with your rent and everything?

Well, I was tidying some stuff away and found a building society book.

An account I opened a few years ago.

I forgot about it.

And there's quite a bit in there.

Well, it's really kind of you.

But don't go spending any more on me, will you?

HE GROANS I'll try not to.

Can't make any promises though.

Come here.

HE GIGGLES

Oh, thank you.

My client admits to driving in the area at the time of the accident.

He is even prepared to acknowledge there may have been a collision

with his car,

which caused Nicholas to be thrown from his bicycle.

But the point is, he wasn't aware of it.

Now, if the damage was to the front of the car,

it may be possible to presume my client had seen Nicholas.

But as the police have acknowledged, the damage was to the rear.

We heard from a witness, Mr. Blaketon,

who apparently saw the car speeding away,

but he didn't actually see it happen.

Now it's quite possible, and I would say likely,

that Nicholas himself approached the junction too fast,

clipped the back of the car and fell off his bike,

all without Richard's knowledge.

Now, as you know, a driver is not deemed to have left the scene

unless he knew there had been an accident.

I therefore ask you to find my client 'not guilty' as charged.

We've listened carefully to all the arguments in this case.

Although there appears to be little doubt,

the car driven by the accused was involved.

It seems clear you did not know it had taken place.

We, therefore, find you 'not guilty' as charged.

Mr and Mrs Fenwick...

What happened?

I'm afraid Richard Finlay was found 'not guilty'.

You call that justice?

I'm really very sorry.

Jim, Sally...

A pretty bad result, Bradley.

You think he was guilty?

I think Richard knew he hit Nicholas, yes.

But convincing a magistrate is another thing.

So that's it?

The little devil gets off scot-free?

I'm afraid so.

I don't know what James Green was thinking about.

Letting him off like that.

He wasn't the only magistrate there.

No. But he was the one that mattered.

Nonetheless, the decision has been made

and there's nothing we can do now.

That's a matter of opinion.

Ah, Sarge. Any news on the eye test yet?

Not so far.

They'll come through in due course.

I have to accept the results, whatever.

Even if your eyesight doesn't allow you to remain in the force?

What?

If it's below the required standard, you could be out of a job.

I hadn't actually thought about it.

Oh, dear.

I'm sure my eyesight can't be that bad.

Good.

Let's hope Dr Summerbee is of the same opinion, shall we?

Ah, Mrs. Finlay. I'd like to speak to your son.

He's not here.

Not back at work already, surely?

With his friends. What's it to you?

What it is to me, is a teenage boy is fighting for his life.

And your son...

My son was found not guilty.

There's legal guilt and moral guilt.

Two completely different things.

And you think you're the man to be judge of either?

I might just be that.

I've nothing to say to you, Mr. Blaketon.

Now, please, leave us both alone.

Ooh er... Dr. Summerbee?

PC Ventress, what can I do for you?

My sight test. I was a bit stressed yesterday.

I wonder... Do you think I can redo it?

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

Sarge, Mr Blaketon would like a word.

What about?

- Susan Finlay. - Would you like me to leave?

No, Bradley, I wouldn't.

RADIO PLAYS CLASSICAL MUSIC

How are you feeling? Nervous?

A little.

You look beautiful.

I don't know how to thank you, Uncle. It's all so perfect.

I fail to see any significance in the fact

that James Green visited Susan.

On the same afternoon that her son appears before him in court?

For all I know, they could be friends.

It's quite possible.

Perhaps even close friends.

Do you recall the they were at the police dance?

They gave the impression they were complete strangers.

I fail to see what you're implying.

I'm not implying anything, Sergeant.

I just want you to know certain facts. And trust you'll act on it.

If the case is closed, Sarge, is there anything we can do?

I think you know the answer to that, Bradley.

I can't let my personal feelings for Mrs Finlay cloud the issue.

If Richard got off down to some influence she has over James Green,

we need to look into it. - Yes, Sarge.

Find out if there's any connection, would you?

I need to know the truth.

What's going on?

I don't believe it.

You could just confront Susan and Green, couldn't you?

I'd prefer to have something to confront them with first.

Well, maybe Green knows her

because he attended her dance classes?

Wouldn't Craddock know that?

Yeah, I suppose so. But she's pretty new to the area.

Any idea where they used to live?

York, apparently.

Richard was at private school there. Quite posh by the sound of it.

I wonder how they afforded that?

She couldn't have earned much, being a dancing teacher.

Funny though, eh? How he ended up in a shop.

He won't be there much longer.

He got a job at an engineering company in Whitby.

Oh, yeah? Which one?

Frasers.

That's run by James Green.

Thank you so much. I'll see you later.

She didn't say Richard was going to work for Green's company.

- Is there reason she should have? - Perhaps not.

You want me to look into it further? See Green?

No, I'll deal with this myself.

Thank you, Michael.

Sarge.

I hold you personally responsible, Scripps!

I've just come from Northallerton.

I don't care where you've been.

But if we're not at that church in minutes,

I shall sue you for the cost of a cancelled wedding.

ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING

- I can't get out, Scripps. - BERNARD: The handle to the left.

MUSIC: 'Wedding March'

You've got - vision?

That's what Dr Summerbee says.

So how come you failed the eye test in the first place?

She thinks I was probably a little bit tired.

If you overwork when you get to my age,

these things can happen.

Nice to know you'll still be here,

when we're out patrolling in the rain and snow.

With your - vision.

THEY LAUGH

MICHAEL: So, who's coming out for a drink then?

- Hmm? - Not me. Bit tied up.

What, too tied up to see Gina?

Yeah. Flat needs tidying.

Is the landlady complaining again?

Yeah. Yeah.

Look, tell Gina I'll see her later.

Right. See you later.

Yeah... Night, Alf.

Good night.

No more bets.

Four, black.

Yes.

Dear, oh, dear. I'm sorry, love.

Perhaps you'd best start choosing your own numbers, sweetheart.

Perhaps.

Susan, could we speak?

Yes. I was about to call you anyway. Come in.

Place your bets.

No more bets.

, black.

I'm sorry, love.

Still, you can't expect to win every night.

I'd best quit whilst I'm ahead, eh?

Thanks.

- I'm in a terrible mess, Alf. - I can see that.

I've lost a small fortune.

I was behind with the rent and Gina needed...

It doesn't matter why. You're not supposed to.

If a copper gets into debt, he lays himself open to bribery.

I don't need a lecture, Alf.

What am I going to do?

Just follow me.

- ALFRED: Mr Haynes? - I might be.

Are you the owner of this establishment?

Who's asking?

Let's just call it an informal visit.

That money you're handing over, is that your winnings from earlier?

It's none of your business.

Well, I think it may be.

If you were found to have won unfairly,

that you were here just to attract other impressionable punters...

Who says she won it unfairly?

In fact, if you were a stooge of the management,

returning your winnings to them at the end of the evening...

- That's not true! - Are you quite sure?

I'm sure you can't prove it.

Well, maybe not.

But if the gaming inspector should come around in the next few days,

you'd better be sure that it doesn't happen.

And you better be sure that your roulette wheel isn't rigged.

'Course it's not rigged.

Good. I'm pleased to hear it.

Perhaps it was just a minor malfunction tonight.

In which case, if anyone, like this young man

that was sitting next to you earlier,

should feel that he lost money unfairly,

you wouldn't object to him getting a full refund?

I wanted to apologize.

What happened with Richard wasn't your fault. You were doing your job.

I did try to explain that.

I was angry. Worried for Richard.

But I should have tried to understand your point of view.

Well, you understand it now. I'm grateful for that, at least.

And... if you felt able to accept my apology,

I'd really like to see you again.

What is it?

If you'd asked me that earlier on today,

I'd have said yes without any hesitation.

So, what's happened?

James Green.

What was he doing at your house this afternoon?

Don't deny he was here. I know he was.

It's a private matter, Raymond.

Not any more, Susan. It can't be.

If there's a relationship between you

that influenced him in Richard's favour at the trial...

It's not like that.

What is it like? He was here at your house,

you lied about knowing him at the dance, He's given your son a job!

James is Richard's father.

What?

We had an affair years ago.

- Shortly after my husband died. - I see.

Richard doesn't know.

He's always believed my husband was his father.

James has been good to us. Looked after us financially.

It was he who suggested we moved nearer.

There's nothing between us anymore, Raymond, beyond ordinary affection.

James knew he shouldn't have sat on that bench today.

Nonetheless, I shall have to report it.

Yes.

I'm really sorry for putting you in this position.

Oh, no. It's James who's done that. Not you.

Raymond...

..I meant what I said earlier about wanting to see you again.

I just don't see that's possible now, do you, Susan?

Good night.

Night.

Do you think Richard could be tried again because of this?

I doubt it.

At least the Fenwicks know why he was let off.

How is Nicholas, anyway?

Well, improving, thankfully.

Phil, Mike said you wouldn't be in till later.

- Change of plan. - So where have you been, then?

Let's just say, otherwise engaged.

OK. So, be mysterious, then.

Two pints, is it?

Yes, please.

No pressies for me today, then?

Er, no, a fraid not.

That little nest egg you found wasn't so big after all, eh?

No. It was, erm, quite small. Just enough to pay the rent, really.

I suppose I'll just have to make do

with your scintillating company!

Good evening, brother of mine.

I see you've managed to escape

the clutches of the widow of Northallerton?

Well, you're just in time to get a round in.

- I want a word with you. - Oh, aye? What about?

This, it's called a jubilee clip.

I know what it's called, Bernard.

You forgot to put it back

on one of the cooling system hoses in Lord Ashfordly's car.

Well, it's a... mere oversight. HE CHUCKLES

Try telling that to Lord Ashfordly.

The wretched Bentley broke down on the way to the wedding.

Hand it over.

What?

The quid!