13x05 - A Family Affair

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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: 'Candy Man' by Brian Poole & The Tremeloes

KNOCK AT DOOR Just coming.

♪ Come on, baby

♪ Let me take you by the hand...

Mrs Fairbride?

Yes.

I'm from the Water Board.

- Oh. Come in. - Thank you.

♪ You're for me

♪ Oh, let me be... ♪

It's the pressure, see?

I need to get it flowing at a fair old rate

to simulate the circumstances when it drops.

Have you got an upstairs bathroom, perhaps?

Oh, no.

There's the outside privy.

Oh, good idea.

Er... no. I can't let go of the stopcock

and I've got to monitor the water pressure.

Well, I can help you, can't I? I mean, I can flush it.

I don't want to cause you any trouble.

Oh, that's all right.

Though it would be a real help. Thank you, Mrs Fairbride.

Just keep on flushing it until I shout for you to stop, OK?

Yes, all right, then.

When will they learn?

WATER CONTINUES RUNNING

Must go. I'll be late.

You won't forget to take Mother hers, will you?

No. Course you wouldn't.

Hello? Is that all right?

I've been flushing...

Oh!

Oh! VAN DRIVES OFF

A-ha.

Ssh!

Sorry.

STEVE: Just like the others.

Only this time he left the plug in and the tap running.

- Flooded the place. - What about the blue van?

- Was it parked nearby? - She didn't look.

There's no neighbours round there.

All Mrs Fairbride could remember was his nice smile

and Water Board uniform. - Did she lose much?

Near on £. It's the money she put that away for bills and...

Her funeral.

That makes four he's conned.

Well, er...

We'd better find him before anyone else gets robbed.

I'll telephone the other stations

and, er... see if they've had anything similar.

Well, you're not going to find him or his blue van stood round here.

Yeah.

According to the records, this cup was won by The Aidensfield Arms.

So you say.

They won it fair and square. The result's in the paper.

And it was March the th .

I've just been reading the back issues at the library.

?

It's a wee bit late in the day for sour grapes, isn't it?

I don't suppose this has anything

to do with us recently winning the Best Pub Award, does it?

It's got nothing to do with that.

I'm telling you, that trophy belongs in Aidensfield.

And if you'd like to give it back,

I'll make sure it's returned to its rightful place.

Joyce?

You haven't forgotten it's pension day, have you?

Oh...

Are you going to be fit to drive me to the post office?

Probably not.

Oh!

PHONE RINGS

REVS ENGINE

Hello? Scripps's.

Right.

Right, yeah. Pick-up...

:.

St Mary's Nursing Home.

Yeah, OK. Yeah, bye.

What was that?

Oh, I've got a pick-up at St Mary's Nursing Home.

It's all right, I'll do it.

What will you do it with?

What do you mean?

Hearse, truck or taxi?

Are you picking up a body, towing a car or do they want the taxi?

Erm...

I'd best call them back.

PHONE RINGS

Yes.

A taxi, right.

Straight away? Of course.

Old Mrs Carswell wants a taxi to the post office. Off you go and do that.

I'll sort out what the Nursing Home wants.

I'm, er...

I'm really sorry about...

Well, just let me answer the phone in future, alright?

I don't want you messing it up again.

LIZ: I know you must be short-staffed

with Sergeant Merton being on his honeymoon.

It's just that, well, Mrs Fairbride's badly shaken.

She's talking about moving into an old people's home.

I don't know if you realise

just how devastating it can be to an elderly person's confidence,

being taken in like this. How can we warn them?

Well, I... I could put up posters and, erm...

Oh. You could speak to them when you visit.

I think it would be better if we sent a policeman.

Surely you can spare someone.

I'll do you a list from my records.

All right. I'll send Bellamy and Crane.

Thank you.

How did you get on?

Well, I found the official record.

Which proves the cup was won by The Aidensfield Arms.

But Angus doesn't want to give up what he calls his cup.

So Alf Ventress was right.

Certainly was.

There's one trophy behind that bar, Gina, shouldn't be there.

And it's about time it was back here. Where it belongs.

So what now, then?

Well, in the end, I managed to persuade him to agree to a rematch.

A decider.

Thirty years after the event.

Well, it sounds great, Oscar.

Only thing is, we haven't got a team.

Hey, that's a point.

Oh. No, no, no. No, I got a taxi.

My son's out at work all day, you see,

and the bus doesn't come out as far as the Amwell Road.

I'll see you next week, I expect?

David!

All done.

- Home now, Mrs Carswell? - Oh, yes, please, dear.

Thank you, dear.

- So how many people are in a team? - Five.

And a reserve.

In case of a mishap.

It's a shame Jenny and Dennis are on their honeymoon.

Could have done with them.

Have you set a date for your big day yet?

Not yet, no.

Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're having second thoughts again.

No, it's not that.

It's just this place. I'm really going to miss it.

I've worked hard since I took over the licence here.

I don't see why marrying a policeman means I've got to give it all up.

What do you want for lunch?

Oh, does one have a choice(?)

How about soup?

Home-made soup, is it?

Or out of a can?

As if I didn't know.

Minnie, please don't.

You just never stop with your little digs at me, do you?

One has so few pleasures at my age.

You've never thought I was good enough for your son, have you?

Probably because you aren't.

Well, I'm sorry, Minnie, but he loves me.

You just can't get over that fact, can you?

Loves you?

He might have thought he loved you once, but now he despises you.

Why, you're nothing but a drunk and a slut...

GLASS BREAKS

PHONE RINGS

Mr Scripps!

Mr Scripps? Telephone!

WIRELESS OFF

Hey!

No...

Oh.

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

PHONE STOPS RINGING

FRONT DOOR SLAMS

VAN DRIVES OFF

Hello?

It's only me.

Managed to escape for a spot of lunch.

Mother! Have you had any lunch yet?

Mother?

Mother!

Mother.

- Wake up! - What?

What are you doing?

What happened?

What have you done?

It's all such a haze...

Joyce, please, try to think.

Are you sure you can't remember anything?

I slapped her.

She was bleeding.

I k*lled her, didn't I?

I must have done.

Joyce, how could you?

It's not possible.

I don't know.

I don't remember.

I'm sorry.

You have to believe me.

I didn't mean to hurt her. I'm so sorry.

What's going to happen now?

- We have to tell the police. - No, please. It was an accident.

Joyce, we must tell them. You must see that.

Don't let them send me to prison, please, Peter.

I swear I'll never drink again.

Just please don't let them send me to prison! I couldn't stand it!

SOBS

Please.

It's all right.

I'll think of something.

Would you take a seat for a second? I'll be back.

Here you are. That's all of them that I know of.

I've crossed the names off the list that I'm visiting today.

There are only a couple, but I can do those for you.

Well, every little helps.

I hear congratulations are in order.

Yeah. Thanks.

You don't sound too sure.

Er...

It's Gina. I just want her to be happy.

She loves working in that pub.

I just wish there was a way she could stay on after we were married.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me, Phil.

Oh, er... Thanks for this.

Hello. Dr Merrick speaking.

Peter Carswell.

Dr Merrick, I'm so sorry to trouble you. It's Joyce again, I'm afraid.

Yes. She's unconscious this time.

I tried to rouse her, but she doesn't seem to be responding.

Do you think she needs to go to hospital?

It's just that she's... never been this bad before.

Can you lie her on her side, Mr Carswell?

Just in case she's sick.

I'll call an ambulance now to take her in.

Thank you. I'll go with her, if that's all right.

You'll be all right, won't you, Mother?

It's just that I don't normally leave her,

but under the present circumstances...

Yes. I'll be ready when they come, and...

I'll put Joyce onto her side now. Thank you, Doctor. Bye-bye.

It's all right.

Lie down.

Go to sleep.

I'll take care of everything.

Right, now...

Anything I can do to help, Mr Scripps?

Oh!

- It's all right, I'll tidy up. - No...

Look, give it to me. I was trying to sort them out.

Move your foot! You're making things worse.

I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help.

Well, I can do very well without your sort of help, thank you.

Now, go away and let me get on!

Hello. Police? It's my mother. I've just left my wife at the hospital.

I've come back, the house has been burgled.

I think my mother's... dead.

She's upstairs in the bedroom.

She's old and frail, and...

The house has been ransacked.

Oh. Sorry, my name. Yes.

Carswell. Peter Carswell.

VENTRESS: Control to Panda one, over.

- This is a waste of time. - Yes, Alf.

Not much danger of him being conned.

We've a sudden death in suspicious circumstances at Holly House,

the Carswells' place. - He wouldn't even open the door.

We'll be there in five minutes, Alf. Over and out.

Saved by the bell.

We've got to go to Holly House. There's been a sudden death.

Yeah, well, thank you, Ken. I'll let you know.

A case of "Don't call us, we'll call you," eh? Unless you're desperate.

It's early days, Gina.

It was awful. I came back from the hospital

and found the house like this.

Of course, my first thoughts were my mother,

so I went straight upstairs and... I found her.

Er... They must have broke in through the back door.

I should never have left her.

She should never have been on her own.

Upstairs, Dr Merrick. Back bedroom.

Let me have a look.

I'm confirming death at :pm.

Though she's been dead quite a while, I'd say.

Ta.

Hiya, David. Usual, is it?

- Do you play darts? - No. Sorry.

At least I hit the board, which is more than I can say for some.

- What's this, then? - It's the Challenge Cup, David.

What they used to play for before the w*r.

Who?

The Aidensfield Arms. Their darts team, against The White Lion.

Thinking of starting it up again?

I just want to get the cup back here, where it belongs.

They won it last, then, did they?

No, that's the point. We won it, but they wouldn't accept it.

Oh, there was a big fuss about it, David.

After the w*r, they never started up the tournament again.

So the cup got left there.

Well, why don't they just give it back?

Because it's been behind their bar for years,

they think they own it.

But now it's become a matter of honour.

So we're playing them again, to get it back.

But we haven't got a team, Oscar.

That's why we're having trials, Gina.

ALFRED YELPS

Well, I'll have a go, Mr Blaketon.

Er... Yeah, well, all in good time, David. All in good...

Ah! George. Have you come to try out for the darts team? Eh?

And what about your mate?

Doctor's finished. She's just putting her things away.

Is there any chance Steve and I could get down The Aidensfield Arms?

Not until CID are done and the body's been moved.

Yeah, but it's the darts team trials.

I think a death is more important, don't you?

Statements will have to be taken first thing in the morning.

I've been on to HQ, and I dare say that DI Shiner will be taking over.

Mr Carswell says nothing's missing.

Well, he probably ran off as soon as he hit the old lady.

She must have frightened the life out of him. Whoever he is.

It's not the MO for the Water Board bloke though, is it?

The back door broken and that.

Yeah. Normally just knocks.

No need to break in.

It's hard to believe that we've got two burglars working the same patch.

Tea. That's very kind of you. Thank you, Mr Carswell.

Yes. Well, er... thank you, George.

Shall I try now, Mr Blaketon?

Er...

Well, you've cut it a bit fine.

But it just so happens I've got two places left on the team.

Gina, give them a pint. So, which one's going first?

MUSIC: 'Listen To Me' by The Hollies

Right, well, I will, Oscar.

♪ Long as I remember

♪ Have you ever wondered why

♪ When everything goes wrong HORN HONKS

♪ Nobody stops to lend a hand

♪ Nobody seems to care?

♪ When she looks you in the eye

♪ And suddenly you're strong

♪ And very soon you realise

- ♪ That you didn't care about love - David?

♪ Listen to me I'll sing a song to change your mind

♪ Your ears are deaf your mouth is dumb

♪ Your eyes are blind KNOCKS

♪ Listen to me and very soon I think you'll find

♪ Somebody wants to help you

♪ Somebody seems to care and very soon... ♪

Good morning, Ethel.

What? Speak up, lad.

I'm here to... I'm here to warn you that there's a man going round

pretending to be from the Water Board.

He'd be driving a blue van.

Water Board?

Yes. That's right.

Only, he's not really from the Water Board, Ethel.

So don't you let him in.

Yes. The man from the Water Board.

Has somebody warned you about him already?

No.

So you haven't seen him, then?

I may be deaf, but I'm not blind or senile, young man.

He drives past here every morning, he does, on his way to work,

and back again each night.

Up there, to Kettlewell Bridge End.

The man from the Water Board!

In a blue van.

Thanks, Ethel. Thank you, love.

Er... If you'd like to come this way, sir.

Alf!

Can it wait, Constable?

I'm just reporting back.

Old Mrs Carswell had control of all the family money.

Owned the house and everything.

I thought this was a burglary gone wrong?

There's just one or two aspects that don't quite fit, sir.

We thought it best to keep an open mind and follow all the leads.

Good.

In the meantime, you try and pick up that fake official.

Acting Sergeant Ventress and I will deal with Mr and Mrs Carswell.

Sir.

Can I help?

Oh, I... Well...

I... I saw your poster.

About the darts.

Oh, you've come to try out?

You're the first. But you're very welcome.

Over here.

Not seen you in here before.

- No, I... - There you go.

Hiya, Angus. Is Doris about?

She said she'd lend me a warming plate.

I thought I'd put on a bit of a spread.

She's in the kitchen. Go on through.

All right. Thanks.

David?

What are you doing here?

Oh, hello. I, er...

He's joining our team.

David! You're from Aidensfield.

You can't play for The White Lion.

Well, Mr Blaketon wouldn't even let me try, so...

Well, I thought I'd come here instead.

And very welcome you are too, young man.

Our first defector.

He's just not good enough for the team, Gina.

And how do you know? You haven't even given him a chance.

Oh, come on. It's David we're talking about.

Well, you can't let him play for The White Lion.

What if they win? You'll never forgive him then.

Well, that's why we can't let him play.

And if The White Lion win this cup,

they'll keep it for another years.

A cup, let me remind you, that belongs in here.

Can't you make him first reserve, or something?

Look. Bernie is first reserve.

We've got to have somebody who can play

in case Bellamy or Steve get called out.

Oh, look.

Don't worry.

I'll have a word with him. Talk him round.

We're just trying to get the facts straight, Mr Carswell.

Now, about the door...

I thought we'd had a break-in,

but I've since discovered my wife broke it

in order to get herself back in when she locked herself out.

Your mother couldn't have let her in?

Well, she slept a lot.

Old people do.

Why are you harassing myself and my wife?

She's only just out of hospital, you know.

Why exactly was she in hospital?

That has nothing whatsoever to do with this.

What about you let me be the judge of that?

No, I'm sorry, I've been as cooperative as I can,

but all I get from you is suspicion and intrusive questions.

My mother has died, Detective Inspector!

I'm quite well aware.

My house was burgled by this bogus Water Board official.

He k*lled my mother! It's as plain as day.

I don't quite understand

why you're not out there trying to find this animal!

I can assure you that we are.

Good. Then let me and my wife go home and grieve.

Just as soon as we've finished interviewing you both.

- All right? - Aye.

We're looking for a man who may have rented a property round here.

He's driving a blue van.

Oh, you and me both.

Why are you looking for him?

I rented him the pig boy's cottage to him.

And he's disappeared off, owing me money.

You sure he was driving a blue van?

Yeah. He were from the Water Board, judging by his uniform.

Can we have a look at the cottage?

Yeah, but like I say, he's gone.

I've got an address mind, but I don't think it's right.

Never heard of a Bewdley Street in Whitby myself.

Oh. I have got his number, though.

Phone number?

No, of the van.

Always like to have plenty of ways of finding folk, just in case.

Alfred. Where is he?

ALFRED BARKS

David!

Alfred, what are you doing?

Ah. David.

How are things?

All right.

I've got some good news for you.

Oh, aye?

You're on the team.

What team's that then, Mr Blaketon?

The darts team.

But you don't even know if I can throw a dart.

You wouldn't let me try.

David, this is about community. It's about them and us.

It's about putting the record straight.

Thought it was a darts match.

It's not just a darts match, David, it's more serious than that.

That's why I want you to accept the position of second reserve for us.

I'm first reserve. For The White Lion.

Yes, well, er...

Bernie's our first reserve.

Oh. You don't need me, then.

Of course we need you.

No, you're just saying that.

I do know when I'm not wanted, Mr Blaketon.

DI SHINER: Well, that's very helpful.

I'll let you know.

I've got Mrs Carswell into the interview room.

I've kept her away from her husband.

Good. We don't want him changing her story for her again.

She was admitted with acute alcohol poisoning.

She'll be a bit fragile today, then.

Do you think the two had anything to do with the old lady's death?

There's no doubt they're hiding something.

Well, perhaps it's just that she's an alcoholic.

Maybe.

Something else Dr Merrick said. Something's been puzzling her.

She thought the body was very cold,

given the old lady died after :

when the Carswells left for the hospital.

I think I'll put in a call to the pathologist.

See if he has any better idea yet of the time of death.

Well?

We've got a lead on the Water Board burglar, sir.

Steve... Er, PC Crane's just checking the registration now.

- Oh. Good work. - Hailsham Road, Whitby, sir.

Well, off you go, then.

With a bit of luck, we'll have this all wrapped up by teatime.

Oh, hello, Oscar. Come in.

Just trying to sort out what's gone wrong here.

I seem to have mislaid an invoice.

Either that or my arithmetic's letting me down.

I've just been having a word with David.

I'm surprised he's talking to you.

I got the feeling there was something up.

I know he's disappointed about not being in the darts team,

but there seems to be a bit more to it than that.

And I was wondering if you could, er... shed some light.

Don't know what his problem is at the moment.

He seems to be constantly under my feet, getting in the way.

He'll get over it.

Yeah. Well, you know he's signed for The White Lion?

Eh?

Yeah. The opposition.

He said, "At least they want me."

I got the feeling

he was talking about something other than just darts.

Oh.

Well, I have been a bit hard on him lately.

Leave it with me, Oscar. I'll talk to him.

All right, Bernie.

SEAGULLS CRY

KNOCKS

Phil!

Cut him off at the next alley.

Anyone would think he wasn't happy to see us, Phil.

How are you feeling, Mrs Carswell? Better, I hope.

Much, thank you.

Can I ask what the problem was?

Why you were admitted to hospital?

Nerves.

My nerves aren't very good.

Oh, er... I can understand, looking after an old lady.

They can be very trying. Don't you think?

Perhaps.

But particularly if the old lady's demanding.

Was your mother-in-law demanding, Mrs Carswell?

She could be.

All old people can be, can't they?

But you wouldn't say she was particularly demanding?

Look.

I admit we didn't get on.

I was never good enough for her son.

She blamed me for anything and everything,

but, you know, old people.

Mothers.

They do that, don't they?

Do you drink at all, Mrs Carswell?

Sometimes.

You wouldn't say you had a problem with it, though?

Can I ask you again

why you were admitted to hospital?

Could it be that you were drunk?

I may have had a... bit too much.

I suspect you had more than a bit.

And why shouldn't you?

Sounds to me like your mother-in-law was horrid to you.

Was she having digs at you again? Malicious comments?

You were drinking what, gin and tonic?

That's what we found in the glass in her bedroom.

Why was the glass broken?

- I dropped it. - Why?

I was angry... so angry with her.

So angry, you lashed out and forgot you had a glass in your hand.

No. I just slapped her, and...

Trouble is,

when you've had that much to drink,

it's hard to know when to stop, isn't it?

I've spoken to the pathologist.

Your mother-in-law died before you went to hospital.

You were drunk, and you k*lled her, didn't you?

I didn't mean it.

I swear it. It just happened, it was an accident.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. (sobs)

You must understand, Joyce... has a nerve problem.

She's not responsible for her actions.

I'm sure your solicitor'll be too pleased

to hear the relevant defence, Mr Carswell.

You can't lock her up. She'll go to pieces. It's not right.

She's sick.

The police doctor will be coming along to examine your wife

to make sure she's fit to be detained.

That's not good enough. I'm taking this further.

Mark my words, you'll regret this.

- Has he gone? - I think so, sir.

Oh. Mrs Carswell's charged,

and Crane and Bellamy are bringing in the burglary suspect.

Everything seems to be under control.

Are you off now, sir?

I'm needed back at HQ.

Burglary at the home of a friend of the Chief Constable.

Right, sir.

KNOCK AT DOOR

David?

Can I come in?

ALFRED BARKS

Oscar tells me you're playing for The White Lion.

I was worried that I might have done summat to upset you.

Might have been a bit sharp with you. In the garage.

Yesterday.

Yeah, you... You said you'd be better off without me.

I never...

Well, it certainly wasn't what I meant.

No, but it's what you said.

It's not just you, it's Mr Blaketon. He won't let me in the darts team.

He wouldn't even let me try out.

You all just think I'm stupid. And I'm not!

I know that.

And I shouldn't have been so ungrateful.

Because you are a help.

In fact, I couldn't possibly manage without you.

Now, about this darts match.

Here we go, Alf. I think we've got enough here to put our man away.

We've been looking for you, Mr Barnforth.

Oh. Here's another to add to your collection,

once you've put Mr Barnforth in the cells.

Alf, if we do a quick interview,

I could still have enough time to get to that darts match.

All this has got to be labelled and checked first.

So just get on with it.

All right.

I was going down to see your wife anyway,

and I will bear in mind your concerns.

But she has confessed.

But she never meant to hurt my mother.

You of all people knew how irritating she could be.

With Joyce's drinking problem...

I'll do what I can. I promise you that.

Can you get her bailed tonight?

I doubt it.

Look, why don't you let me finish up here,

and we'll meet down at the police station in about an hour.

- Thank you, Dr Merrick. - We'll see what we can do.

Thank you.

Mrs Wild? Jack?

I have a list here of all the houses that have been entered.

Do you admit to all four?

Yeah. Four. That's right.

No others that we don't know about,

that you want us to take into consideration?

No.

Just those.

I just think he was a bit too eager to cop to all the burglaries.

And I think we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Is all the stolen property there?

Well, he must have got rid of most of it, but there's enough.

Oh, and er... one item that isn't on the list.

Someone will have forgotten they ever had it.

- I expect they were all... - Old, yes.

But we still have to find out who they belonged to.

Yeah, we can do it tomorrow, though, can't we, Alf?

- We're going to be late. - Yes, it can wait.

Steve, you can go.

And Phil can stay until we get the paperwork sorted.

But Alf, I need to go with him...

Well, the quicker you get started, the quicker you can go.

I want you to play anchor, Jim. All right?

Right.

Ready, Oscar?

Er, yeah. We're just waiting

for the last few members of our team to arrive.

- Maybe they've changed their minds. - Oh, they'll be here.

Don't you worry. Tell you what. I'll play first.

You against me. The two landlords.

Right, then. Let battle commence!

Nearest the bull for off.

She was blind drunk and has no memory of k*lling the old lady.

She confessed.

Yeah, but any defence counsel worth his salt

is going to play up her confusion and her state of mind.

It's going to be easy to cast doubts on her confession

unless you get something to support it.

It's not my problem.

DI Shiner's happy.

And he's the man in charge.

Fair enough. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Good darts, Oscar.

- Well played. - Well, thanks, Angus.

Right. Who's next?

Oh, better late than never. Where's Bellamy?

He's unavoidably detained.

Right, you're on next. Get ready.

Bernie. Prepare yourself, just in case.

Actually, Oscar,

I've got an ingrowing toenail. It's giving me gyp.

David's reserve instead of me.

He cannae be a reserve for both teams.

Ah, yeah. Sorry, but...

Well, seeing as I'm from round here,

I have to play for The Aidensfield Arms. Sorry.

Oh, well, I suppose that's all right.

Particularly since we managed to raise a full team. Unlike some.

Come on, Steve, you're on.

Right, then. Second round... Nearest the bull.

By the way, the pathologist rang.

He's posted his report,

but I'm going to collect a copy tonight if you're interested.

Oh, it's a bit late.

He says it makes for an interesting read.

What do you think he meant by that?

I'm not sure, but I want to satisfy my curiosity.

I thought you were playing darts tonight.

I'm supposed to be. Yes.

I was hoping to be there too.

Still, I might just catch the end. I'll see you later.

Oh, Doctor.

Mr Carswell.

I've done my best, but I'm afraid

your wife will have to stay in custody tonight at least.

Poor Joyce.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't been of more help.

- Well, thanks for trying, Doctor. - Good night.

- Now, then, Mr Carswell... - Just a minute.

That snuff box.

Why is it here?

Er...

Well, er... it's stolen property that we recovered earlier.

From a real burglary.

It was my father's.

It was on the sideboard in the hallway.

He was there. In my house.

The Water Board burglar.

Just like I said all along.

We know you were in the house where the old lady lived.

I never was!

Well, how do you explain this, then?

It was on the sideboard in the hall.

I never touched her.

Who?

The old lady.

She was already dead, I swear it.

- I never laid a finger on her. - You expect us to believe that?

Steve...

If we lose this one, which looks more than likely,

it'll all be on the last match.

Now, where is Bellamy?

Something must have come up. He'll be here if he can.

Now, relax. It's only a game.

Only a game?

Come on, Wilf.

CHEERING Bernie.

This toe of yours. Are you sure you can't play?

What's wrong, Oscar? Are you worried about losing?

There's a lot riding on this, you know.

Yeah. You're right, there is.

So I won't be playing.

The DI's not going to be happy.

Well, why not? He left here with one m*rder*r

and you may well have found him another.

Exactly. I've already charged Mrs Carswell.

I can't charge somebody else as well.

You can't charge anyone. At least not with m*rder.

You what?

Turns out old Mrs Carswell died of natural causes.

She suffered a stroke, fell and banged her head on the hearth.

Couldn't the shock of being slapped

or finding a burglar in her bedroom have caused it?

She had an aneurysm. It could have gone at any time.

It's all there in the report.

Oh. DI Shiner isn't going to like this.

He's not going to like it at all.

Aww. It's so nice to see him happy.

Yeah.

- Right then, Oscar. The decider. - All right, Angus.

I know.

Ah, here he is at last. Where have you been?

Phil, I need a hand with some food in the kitchen.

Not now, Gina. Bellamy, you're up. On the oche, now.

Phil! I need you now.

OK.

I thought this was supposed to be a darts match. What's going on?

It'll be all right, Angus. He'll be back in a minute.

GINA: Phil...! Oh, no.

Unfortunately, everyone, Phil's scalded his hand.

So David, you're going to have to play instead.

All right, David.

It's down to you.

EXPECTANT HUSH

Do you want me to take a look?

No, no, no. It's fine. I'll put some ice on it.

ANXIOUS MURMURS

I suppose Joyce was relieved when you said she could go home.

Even more relieved

to find out she hadn't k*lled her mother-in-law after all.

I'll bet.

White Lion need double .

Aidensfield Arms, you need .

MAN: Top of the board, mate.

- Tense game. - Mmm.

Just double top's required.

JUBILANT CHEERING

'Ey, did you see that?

APPLAUSE

Yes, David! Well done.

What?

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight honour has been restored,

and this trophy, after years, is back where it belongs.

The Aidensfield Arms.

And David,

it gives me great pleasure to name you

the man of the match.

CHEERING