10x21 - Truth Games

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

So, the moral of the story is, always blame it on the mother.

EVERYONE LAUGHS

Well, gents, that wraps up the couple of days there.

I think, It's been very successful, some great new concepts.

Take them into the workplace, I hope they work for you.

Thanks very much for coming, and see you next year.

EVERYONE CLAPS

Excellent, Adrian, first-class.

Thanks very much.

I really enjoyed that joke.

Don't tell the wife. RUSSELL LAUGHS

See you in the bar for a drink later then, Adrian?

You certainly will, Russell.

VERNON: Right! That's it.

We've got no phone. The electricity's been cut off.

I've just been out for a bucket of coal

and there's none of that either!

What's going on?

Don't be cross, Mr Vernon. Please, don't be cross.

I will be unless you tell me.

They're bills.

They're not even opened, David.

I know.

RUSSELL: You see, I think you should be wearing a jacket.

HUMPHREY: It's a lovely cardigan, that.

MAN: Who'd wear that?

Some twink. MEN LAUGHING

Hey, look at her over there.

- I say, she's a real cutie. - MAN: Not a chance.

Butcher. PAPER RIFFLING

Coal man.

Village shop.

Electricity. Rates.

Look, I never asked to be left in charge of this house.

It's too much for me. I'm not clever enough.

What am I going to do?

Pay 'em, of course.

How much have you got?

Oh, heck.

Three shillings, ninepence, half a penny.

Hey, what about your money from Lithuania?

It's still in transit, David.

What about Mr Scripps? Maybe he'll lend us some.

Don't even ask, David.

You know I don't like borrowing money.

Look, I've got lots of irons in fires

but they just haven't come to fruition yet.

You know what we're gonna have to do, don't you?

No, what?

One of us is gonna have to get a job.

I've got a job!

I've got lots of jobs!

I'm doing Mr Smythe's garden, I'm doing Gina's vegetable patch.

On the church grounds, I'm helping out at the garage.

I'm not talking about odd jobs.

I'm talking about regular, full-time work.

So who should we ask?

Village store?

- Post Office? - No.

What about the Walkers?

You used to do some work for them, didn't you?

Yeah, but then, Mrs Walker, she went and died.

I haven't liked to go round since.

David, this is no time for finer feelings.

We are in desperate straits.

We'll go round and see him, first thing in the morning.

- MAN: Can I get you a drink? - ADRIAN: No, no.

Can I get you another one?

- Come on, love. - LISA: Please!

Excuse me a second.

- A lass like you, all on your own? - No.

- I only want to buy you a drink. - Please, don't.

Well, my name's Russell...

Okay, Russell. That's enough. Leave the lady alone.

Adrian.

Nice meeting you.

Sorry.

Come on. Take it. Come on. Come on. Pass the ball.

- MIKE: Come on. - Mike.

Come on. Come on, you Reds!

Mike, I'm trying to work.

MIKE: Go on. sh**t! sh**t! NOISES FROM THE GAME ON TV

Oh!

Georgie Best!

I'll go upstairs, shall I?

It'll be over in half an hour.

Of course, if we were allowed central heating,

then none of these problems would arise.

I could work in the evenings, and you could watch telly,

and we'd both be happy.

Come on, get up! Stop wasting time.

COMMENTATOR: 'Well, now, that was a...'

Come on!

Thanks very much, you know, for rescuing me.

Oh, pleasure.

You, er, you here on holiday?

Sort of.

Well, it was Daddy's idea to take my mind off things.

Oh. Right.

Mind you, I'm not sure it was such a good idea now I'm here.

Too much time to brood.

Hmm.

I was going to get married and then it fell through.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Look, if you feel like a chat...

No. No, I'm fine.

We're going to be here all night.

Can I buy you a nightcap?

All right.

The match is over if you want to come down.

No, it's all right. I'm going to turn in, anyway.

What we need up here, is an electric heater.

I'm sorry. I was horrid.

I just really want this report to be good.

And that's more important than football?

Mike, you're squashing my top copy.

Help! Somebody!

Help me! Please!

CONCIERGE: What's happened? LISA SOBS

About this central heating business.

- Yeah? - There you go.

- Thank you. - Well...

..babies' rooms have to be warm, of course.

Do they?

Well, yeah. Otherwise, they get a chill.

So, once we start a family,

the police authority are gonna have to think again.

That back room's facing north.

It'd be positively dangerous not to have any heating in there,

don't you think?

Yeah.

And we could pay for it ourselves.

Look, hang on a minute, Mike.

It's all a bit academic. We haven't actually got a baby.

Well, yeah, but... I thought we'd agreed.

Yeah.

You haven't changed your mind, have you?

PHONE RINGS No. Mike, the phone.

- ADRIAN: This is outrageous! - PHIL: Come along, sir.

- Get your hands off me! - Get in the car.

I'm not going anywhere until I see the solicitor!

We'll talk about that down at the station.

- I want a solicitor now! - Into the car. Please. Sir.

RAYMOND: It's all right, Miss Preston. He's gone now.

You're quite safe.

It was definitely him, you are sure?

Yes.

TRICIA: Sergeant.

There's really no need for me to give her

a full examination now.

She wasn't actually...

Oh, yes, I see. Quite.

I suggest we give her a sleeping pill and let her rest.

Everything else can wait till morning.

I do need to take a statement.

And a few hours more won't make any difference.

She's in shock, Sergeant Craddock, not in any fit state.

Doctor's orders.

Oh, I'm sorry, love.

I'd just got to sleep. What is it, Sergeant?

Indecent as*ault.

Mrs Bradley, sir. Local solicitor.

I specifically said, not a woman.

I'll need a list of everybody staying in the hotel last night.

Staff and guests.

All I have to do is ask a couple of questions.

It won't take long.

I promise.

COW MOOS

GEORGE: Get up there, Bessy.

Go on up.

Go on. Cantankerous to the end, eh?

COW MOOS

But you've been a good girl, really.

ALL FARM ANIMALS MAKING NOISE

David!

David Stockwell, well, I never!

I meant to come ages ago.

But, I didn't like to. You know, not with...

Never mind! Better late than never.

It's a pleasure to see you.

Oh, and this is a friend of mine.

Vernon Scripps, at your service.

Any friend of David's, is a friend of mine.

You'll have to excuse the chaos.

My wife died a few months back.

David told me. It must've been a terrible shock.

All gone to pot now, without her. I seem to have lost the will.

Well, that's why we're here.

I'm selling the cows, David.

I never thought I'd see the day.

Well, I thought you...

They're people, these cows, to me, Mr Scripps. Old friends.

But I can't manage 'em without Mary.

I just don't seem to be able to cope.

Well, that's all about to change, George.

But, Mrs Bradley...

I'm sorry, If he doesn't want to be represented by a woman,

there's no point.

He's changed his mind.

Well, I haven't.

Surely he's got a solicitor of his own, hasn't he?

In London.

Look, he refuses to be interviewed without you there.

I am completely stuck.

It's against my better judgement.

So, one of the men at the bar came across,

and started to pester you.

Only because he was drunk, I'm sure.

And Mr Miller, told him to leave you alone.

Yes.

Later, Mr Miller, met you at the lift

and offered to buy you a drink, so you went back to the bar.

Yes.

Then what happened?

He said, he'd take me up to my room, in case I had any more trouble.

Can you remember what time it was?

About midnight.

And then?

I said goodbye at the lift, and walked to my room.

But he followed me.

He said, "Why don't we have another glass of something in the bedroom?"

And I...

I said, "Yes."

I didn't like to be rude.

So, Mr Miller, went into your room and had another drink?

And then?

And then he tried to kiss me.

I pushed him away, and he got angry.

He pushed me down onto the bed...

I'm sorry. I really don't want to go on with this.

Right. Sergeant Craddock will be in to question you in a minute.

And if I am to act on your behalf,

and by the way, I do apologise, for being the wrong sex,

I need you to tell me exactly what happened.

Nothing. How many more times do I have to say this?

Nothing happened!

Look, Miss Bradley...

Mrs.

I have a business to run.

I have lectures to give, I have work to do.

I cannot afford to be held up like this.

You, have got to get me out of here.

I'll try.

I certainly hope you will.

First, I need you to tell me the absolute truth.

I always tell the truth.

Good. Because if you don't, Mr Miller,

I'm warning you, I can't do my job.

Right.

- Five bob an hour? - Aye.

Cash on the nail at the end of each day.

- Aye. - Then you're on, George.

That's good of you. Are you sure?

Delighted to help. Where do we start?

Well, with the ploughing, if you don't mind.

No problem.

You're on for a bit of ploughing, aren't you, David?

Me? Yes.

Just tell us where everything is, and leave the rest to us.

Plough's in the corner there,

and the tractor's at the back of the big barn.

Best start with the bottom field, David, and then do the ten acres.

- Yes, but... - I'm off to market.

Nice, straight furrows, mind.

As if ruled with a ruler, George.

- I'm very grateful. - That's what neighbours are for!

See? What did I tell you? He's dead chuffed.

- Yes, but... - Will you stop saying that, David.

He's dead chuffed and we're getting some much needed cash.

What's your problem?

I can't plough.

Can't plough?

Rubbish. Get the tractor out.

There's no such thing as "can't", lad.

Fortune favours the bold.

Right, David.

Let's get this tractor started, and get the job done.

ENGINE SPUTTERS

Come on, David. Give it some more.

ENGINE WHIRRS

It won't start.

So, you're single are you, Mr Miller?

Yes.

Ever been married?

Is that relevant?

It could be. Now...

And you run a management consultancy business in London?

Yes.

So, a successful businessman.

A man, no doubt, used to getting his own way,

meets an attractive young woman, staying alone at a hotel.

Sergeant...

Just trying to get a picture, Mrs Bradley.

And you admit to having a drink with Miss Preston,

at around midnight?

Yes, I took her up to her room and left her at the door.

- She says, you followed her in. - Well, that's rubbish.

- Tried to force yourself on her. - Certainly not.

Pushed her onto the bed, tore her blouse, broke her necklace.

- She is lying. - One of you is, certainly.

- Sarge. - Excuse me.

Look, Mrs Bradley.

I swear to you I didn't go into that room. I didn't touch her.

Why would I?

Why would I do such a stupid thing,

knowing full well, it would ruin my career?

Either she's lying or she's mad!

There's no other explanation.

So, Bellamy interviewed absolutely everybody, did he?

Yes, sarge. Nobody saw or heard a thing.

- The girl is sticking to her story? - Yep.

Dr Summerbee seen her?

She's in with her now.

Can I have a word, please, Sergeant?

- Yes. - I'd like you to release my client.

Oh, yes?

It's her word against his.

You've got absolutely no evidence.

Barging into the garage when I'm in the midst of something.

I'm not just at your beck and call, you know.

Bernard, it's not my fault.

It's Mr Walker's flaming tractor.

I wish you'd get your life a bit more organised, that's all.

I would if I could, if a certain person wasn't so mean!

I'm not lending you any more money.

It's not for me, it's for David.

I don't care.

Look, I'll personally make sure he hands over his wages

as soon as he gets them. How's that?

-No. -You'd see us starve?

Yeah, and freeze.

And you call yourself a brother!

ENGINE SPUTTERS

ENGINE FIRES UP

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

What have you done?

TRACTOR IDLING

CAMERA FLASHES

Lisa, I do have to examine you.

Come on. It won't take long.

LISA SOBS Hey. Come on.

Lisa, you poor thing.

DAVID SCREAMS

What is it, David?

It's a body!

Hold the fort, will you, Bradley?

This sounds like a m*rder inquiry to me.

Yes, sir?

I've been playing golf all morning, I've only just heard about it.

Heard about what, sir?

The attack at the hotel. I could be a witness.

I saw a fellow, running out of her room.

Right. That'll do.

Get it out. It's a statue.

Interesting news, Mrs Bradley.

It seems the identity parade

may not be strictly necessary after all.

Oh?

Far from there being no evidence. There is in fact, plenty.

Forensics found Miller's prints

on a wine glass in Miss Preston's room.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

Well, It doesn't prove he att*cked her.

Not in itself, no.

But coupled with Dr Summerbee's report...

What?

Apparently, Miss Preston has some rather nasty bruises.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

Come in.

Well?

Mr Lettington picked out Miller immediately.

No question about it at all, sergeant.

- He was the man I saw. - Oh, dear.

Your client seems to have been telling us

rather a lot of lies, Mrs Bradley.

I know it's on file somewhere.

Last April, I should think.

There we are.

Family portrait in oil. Statue, bust, and stand.

And a car.

All reported stolen by Mr George Walker.

Very naughty.

I still don't understand what he did wrong.

He hid the things himself,

and then claimed the insurance money.

It's the oldest trick in the book.

It's fraud, David.

Dishonesty. Deception.

Oh.

David, where's the torch?

Oh, it's next to the telephone.

I'll light a candle.

No, it's all right. I've got it.

Can you come and shine it on here?

BOTH STARTLE

Please let me stay. I can't go home, the police are waiting for me.

Come on. Forget it.

I just feel such a fool. I'd actually started to believe him.

Look here. The Avengers is on in a minute.

Why don't we have a nice night in front of the fire?

Oh, Mike, I'm sorry. I've got to work.

Come along, sir.

Wouldn't want to be late for court, would we?

Thank you.

This way, if you would, sir.

Always think they can get away with it, don't they? Guess so...

MAN AND WOMAN LAUGHING

TRICIA KNOCKS

Oh, hi. Come in.

I just popped in to see how you are.

Fine.

Actually, not all that fine.

I still feel pretty awful.

But at least they've arrested him now.

Yeah, he's due in court this morning, I believe.

- This morning? - Not the trial or anything.

Just a preliminary hearing to sort out bail.

They're not going to let him out, are they?

I'm only a doctor.

Sorry.

I'm just so frightened.

So scared.

Sit down, Mr Miller.

Okay, I'm sorry. I lied to you and I apologise.

I thought if it came out that I'd been in her room...

It's all right.

I'm quite used to my clients lying to me.

It's just that if they do, there's no trust anymore, is there?

KNOCK AT DOOR

USHER: Mr Adrian Miller.

Look, I went into her room. I had one drink.

and then I left. That was all.

You don't have to convince me, Mr Miller, just the court.

Hurry up, please, Mr Miller.

They said she was in the lounge, but she wasn't.

- I thought I'd see in her room. - Right.

As I got to the door, I heard voices.

From inside Lisa's room?

Yeah. A man and a woman's.

Only when I went in there, there was nobody else. Just her.

Nervous, little Lisa, all on her own.

Well, did you say anything?

No.

Mike, I definitely didn't imagine this.

Somebody must've been in there, hiding.

Mrs Bradley. Thank you.

I didn't do anything very clever, Mr Miller.

Most people in your situation get bail.

You understand the conditions, do you?

Yes. I need to stay in the area

and report once a day to Ashfordly police station.

And you must keep them to the letter.

So no chance of nipping out to London for a meeting?

If you want to end up back in custody...

It's all terribly inconvenient.

I'm sorry. I don't expect

it's exactly convenient for Miss Preston either.

No.

I'll need a contact address.

Any idea where you'll be staying?

Well, I can't go back to the hotel. Any ideas?

Try the Aidensfield Arms.

The number's in the book.

What's this lot still doing here?

We're waiting for George Walker's insurance to pick 'em up, sarge.

Tell them to get a move on.

We can't, we don't know who they are.

- What? - We haven't found George yet.

Well, get out there, Bellamy. Look for him.

Alf, the Regional Crime Sheets, where are they?

Try in there.

PHIL KNOCKS

George!

Yes. Preston.

P-R-E... No?

Well, I'm sorry. I must have been given the wrong number.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Can I come in?

It's not very convenient, at the moment.

I only want a quick word.

We've got no electric.

I just wanted to ask you about George Walker, that's all.

What about him?

Have you any idea where he might have gone?

No.

If you do see him, will you tell him

the Ashfordly police want a word with him.

- It's urgent. - Right.

Oh. That was close.

Where's George?

I don't know. He said he were going to talk to Mary.

- Mary? - Well, he can't do that.

Mrs Walker's dead.

Come on.

Taking a leaf out of your book.

JACKIE: You're not still worrying about the Miller case, are you?

Yep.

But, Mike, he's not worth it.

He's on bail and I dare say

on the phone hiring himself another lawyer.

You haven't seen Tricia today, have you?

I read her report on the bruises.

I think you'd better sit down for a minute.

There's a few other things you should know about.

I only did it to pay for the funeral.

I wanted you to have the best.

Mary... what shall I do?

HIS BREATH HITCHES Please, love...

..tell me what to do.

Come on, George.

Mary can't help you now, can she?

But David and I can.

You're among friends.

Friends who are going to sort this mess out,

if it's the last thing they do.

So, you're telling me

that Lisa's the one who's lying, and not Miler?

Well, it's possible, yes.

What, because she gave you the wrong home phone number?

Not just that. What about the man in her room?

Well, that could've been entirely innocent.

So why did he hide?

He could've been married.

He could have been a member of staff.

Then there are these other cases.

They all sound very similar, don't they?

I'm not convinced.

For a start, none of these ever got to court.

That's because the girls haven't pressed charges.

Exactly, there you are. Lisa has, so it's different.

Look, I'm sorry, Mike. Even though he's my client,

I have to admit it.

The evidence against him is overwhelming.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night!

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Arms. Oh, right, sir. Hang on a minute.

RECEPTIONIST: Mr Miller?

Yep.

Phone call for you.

Hello.

I'm sorry?

I'm phoning on behalf of Lisa Preston.

She's willing to drop the case,

on a certain condition.

Right, George.

I can't go in there, Vernon.

Why not?

Look, George. We need that insurance stuff.

What if the police are in there?

They won't be. Not this time of the day.

Come on, Mr Walker. We'll come in with you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

I would've rung, but I thought you might hang up.

Can I come in?

Come in.

This, Andrew Bryant, he's the insurance agent,

the man in the local office, is he?

Aye.

And when you claimed for this stuff, the car and that,

he paid you in cash?

Aye.

Well, that's a bit unusual, isn't it, George?

Not if you haven't got a bank account.

Do you know, David? I think I can see a chink of light.

About what time was this?

Last night around... :, :.

The thing is,

it's extremely tempting.

Well, I can see that.

I could just pay up...

..and avoid the whole sordid business.

So, why don't you?

Why should I? I'm innocent.

Are you?

Yes! For heaven's sake, Jackie, yes!

Will you stop being so prickly, please?

Whether you like it or not, you're still my solicitor,

and I need your advice.

If I offer you my advice, will you listen?

Why else do you think I'm here?

Right. There's only one thing to do.

Right. You wait there, David.

I'm sorry,

Dr Summerbee hears a man's voice...

Two voices. Laughing and chatting.

Have you never heard a radio in a hotel room?

She could've been listening to a play.

Okay...

What about these other cases, then? In other areas?

All att*cks on young women, in hotels, by wealthy older men.

They're similar, I grant you.

But the facts are these,

Miss Preston was att*cked and bruised

and the accused was in her room.

KNOCK AT DOOR Yes?

Sergeant, I've got Mr Miller outside.

Lisa Preston's offered to drop the case in return for £.

PHONE RINGS

As I was saying, Mr Bryant,

Mr Walker's car was insured for £.

The statue, £.

And the painting, £.

And that's £. Yes?

ANDREW: And that's what he got from us.

Isn't that right, old chap?

No.

I got £.

Oh, dear.

I get this all the time with my older clients.

I gave him £, and I have the cheque receipt here to prove it.

I'm sure you have.

Because I'm sure you drew £ from head office.

That's what I just said.

Look, I take strong exception to this.

If Mr Walker wants to speak to me, that's one thing.

But I refuse to speak through intermediaries.

But then you had to cash the cheque.

Because he hasn't got a bank account.

And when you cashed the cheque, you kept £ for yourself,

because you knew he wouldn't read the small print

and know what his claim was worth. A nice little fiddle.

The books look fine, and you coin it in.

I wonder how many other old folks you've diddled, eh?

Get out!

Very well.

We'll let head office sort it out, shall we, George?

Wait.

Just give me a minute, George.

How did you get on?

We arrived at a quid pro quo, David.

What's that, then?

Well, we don't blow the whistle on his fiddle,

and he won't prosecute George over the false claim.

That's good news, then, Mr Walker.

Aye. He's a clever chap, Vernon.

Just leave things to me, lads, and they'll get sorted out.

And if I'm not mistaken, there's a little something for me

winging its way at this very moment in time.

- What's that, then? - Never you mind.

So, the insurance company isn't taking George to court?

- Apparently not. - That's very decent of them.

Oh, yes?

It is, Alf. Come on, be fair.

It's nice to think that there's some decent, kind people out there.

Even in insurance.

And Andrew Bryant isn't one of them.

I'm sorry. I said no the other day, and I haven't changed my mind.

Bernard, It's a totally different situation.

The money's on its way.

As soon as he gets the car and stuff, he's sending it over.

Why?

I've told you, as a reward.

Hush money more like.

All right. All right.

But the fact remains, he's promised me quid.

So, what do you say, eh?

Look, you come round tonight and I'll have the money ready for you.

And that's a promise.

I must be mad.

Well, that's that.

- And that's for you. - What is it?

It's a reward, the man said. From Mr Bryant.

- What? For me? - Yeah.

For finding the car and that.

I can't take all that, Mr Walker.

They were your things.

You should have the money.

Don't be daft.

Well, Mr Vernon's always told me to stand up for myself, so I will.

It's yours. I want you to have it.

You're a good lad, David. A very good lad.

- Who's in the car? - A friend.

Have you got the money?

Yes.

You've got off lightly, Mr Miller.

I hope you're grateful.

Bradley, they're heading your way. Over.

'Right, sarge.'

BOTH GIGGLING I don't believe it.

We've actually done it again! THEY LAUGH

Wait!

Up!

Not so fast, Miss Preston.

Well, it looks as if I owe you an apology.

Well, I certainly think so.

But on the other hand, if you hadn't lied to me...

Oh, you might have believed me?

No, probably not. I was pretty sure you were guilty.

You're very suspicious.

Well, I have to be.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry if I was a bit...

Prickly?

Look, Jackie,

if it does go any further,

if I need to be a witness, or anything.

Will you act for me?

I thought you had a high-powered London man for that.

Well, I have. But, erm, you know the case.

And I... sort of got used to you.

Besides, I'd erm,...

I'd er... I'd like to see you again.

You ready to settle up, Mr Miller?

If you'd like to come with me.

Bye.

BERNIE: It smells good.

Butcher's best.

Roast spuds, Yorkshire pudding, carrot, and cabbage.

What's happening?

We are celebrating, lad. I've paid the bills.

You paid the bills?

Aye. Let that be a lesson to you.

In future,

don't shove 'em under a chair, give 'em to me to deal with.

Where did you get the money from?

Me.

All right Bernard, all right.

And now you're going to get it back as promised.

All right, David, hand it over. I know you've got it.

What?

The reward money.

Oh, well, I can't do that 'cause I gave it to Mr Walker.

What?

I knew it.

I felt sorry for him.

He's lost a lot of money out of that insurance business.

I don't believe this!

It's only fair, Mr Vernon.

I mean, they were his things.

Here you are, look.

Here you go. I've got me day's wages,

so that's summat, isn't it?

£?

What's the good of £ when you've given away flaming £?

Oh!

They've confessed to seven similar cases.

- Seven? - Hmm.

And Humphrey's admitted to inflicting the bruises

with her consent of course.

So, Mrs Bradley.

You see, I was right, and you were wrong.

You should listen to your husband more often in future.

Miller was innocent all along.

What is it?

Nothing.