15x10 - Burden Of Proof

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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: 'Satisfied' by Lulu

♪ Satisfied

- Go on. You'll be late. - Now, you behave yourself.

- ♪ Well, when I'm in your arms - ♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ When I feel your charms - ♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ You are my heart's desire - ♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ Set my soul on fire - ♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ Whenever you're near - ♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ Baby, I have no fear - ♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ Baby, come on now ♪ - ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

Matrimonial work should be avoided like the plague.

- He says that every time. - No, I mean it this time, Gina.

If Hetty Bolton didn't realise what her husband was up to

she must be a fool.

Some folk can't face reality, can they?

Isn't her husband Arthur Bolton the coalman?

Yeah, he has this yard the other side of Ashfordly.

He's done pretty well for himself,

employs other people now to do his deliveries for him.

I remember when he used to deliver here himself.

Always trying it on.

- Thinks he's God's gift to women. - You didn't succumb, did you?

No, I didn't. Don't be so cheeky.

You know, in a way, I feel sorry for her.

A well-set-up divorcee?

- Ooh, you could do worse. - Now don't you be so cheeky.

It's all right. I'll get it.

Afternoon.

What can I do for you?

They nicked my telly.

Oh, right. Well, let me take a few details, then.

- Er... Mrs...? - Black. Debbie Black.

, Linnet Drive.

Is that up on the Ashfordly Park Estate?

It's cos I'm on my own.

Just me and the kids. So they pick on me. Think I'm an easy target.

- I'll be with you in a minute, Miss. - Oh, no, she's with me.

Oh, right.

Did I hear the Ashfordly Park Estate?

Yes, Sarge.

This lady's had her television set stolen.

They kicked the back door in.

It's locals, I know it. I keep asking the council to move us.

I've been on the waiting list ever since I lost my husband.

That's the second incident this week.

It's time we made our presence felt.

Walker, get up there and see if we can help this lady out.

- Right, Sarge. - Maybe we should both go, Sarge.

You know, that way we could show them that we mean business.

Good idea. I'm fed up of these hooligans

terrorising their neighbours.

Me and all. Bring on the boys in blue I say.

Right lads, I'm off.

Oh, and if the wife asks, I've a bit of business to see to.

Go on, just the one.

Hey, come on, I've got a customer.

- Hello, what would you like? - Half a bitter, please.

Come on. I'll make you a butty.

- Can you go outside, please? - No. Mum!

Just do it.

And shut the door.

Great kids.

They're a handful at times.

It's not easy on your own.

Did I hear you lost your husband?

Two years ago.

- Motorcycle crash. - Oh, I'm sorry.

He loved his bike. I always wanted us to get a little car but...

- Mad about bikes. - I'm a bit of a biker myself.

- So I understand that. - Yeah, me too.

We're always talking about bikes, aren't we, Rob?

Yes, we always talk about bikes.

- Shall I look outside? - If you would.

Right. Well...

Better show me this back door, then, eh?

- Probably just foxes. - In the middle of the day?

Kids more like.

Have you seen the state of these bins, Oscar?

Have you got Arthur Bolton banged to rights yet?

Pretty much. I'm just off now to see Hetty Bolton.

I reckon I've collected enough evidence

to satisfy any divorce court.

Well, back by nine, remember? We're away tonight.

- Don't you worry. I'll be here. - Right.

There he is. Wild Rover he's called.

Fastest greyhound I've ever set my eyes on.

Well, if he's won that many prizes why don't you race him yourself?

Well, I would,

but training a greyhound requires special expertise.

But mostly time and patience. Not sure I have much of either nowadays.

That's why I thought of you, Peg.

Well, if my Herbert were still alive I wouldn't hesitate.

Fifty quid, he's yours. You'll win that back easy first time you race.

No, I'm not really involved in that world any more.

I bet you'd like training a greyhound, David?

Oh, it would be great.

Thirty quid, I might be tempted. Forty. That's my last word.

Thirty-five.

Shouldn't one of your lads be doing that, Mrs Bolton?

They've all gone home. I missed an order out.

It's an old lady. A regular customer.

I didn't want to let her down, so I said I'd bring it round myself.

- At least let me give you a hand. - Oh, no, I can manage.

Come on, you look done in.

Nice to meet a gentleman. There's not many left.

Well, I brought my report. And photographic evidence.

I'm afraid you were right.

Your husband is having an affair.

But there are grounds for divorce if that's the way you want to proceed.

Why, Mr Blaketon? I don't understand it.

I've tried to be a good wife.

I know it's sad.

But for some men, infidelity is a way of life.

Yes...

Well, my sister was certainly right about Arthur.

Getting a divorce, though, it's such a shaming thing.

It used to be, but not these days.

I'm sure you'll make the right decision.

I will.

Well, it don't look very lively.

He's a thoroughbred. He only moves when he has to.

But when he does... no stopping him.

Testimonials and vet papers. It's all there.

Come on, boy.

I think he's a bit sleepy.

Has he been doped?

Cos if I've just bought a doped dog...

- Would I dare? - Remember, Donnie,

- I know where to find you. - Come on out.

You've got to admit, she's a real cr*cker.

She's got three kids, are you mad?

She's just a woman who knows a bit about life's realities, that's all.

You asked her out yet?

PHONE RINGS Course I haven't.

Don't want to scare her off, do I? Ashfordly Police.

You're the one that should be scared.

Yeah...

Right. I see.

OK. Don't touch anything.

And we'll be there in about ten minutes.

Dead body been found. Sounds like it might be m*rder.

- Who made the call? - I did.

I was first in. I started to fill the sacks up,

that's when I found him. Then Mrs Bolton arrived.

Do you know who it is?

I think it's my husband.

- He didn't come home last night. - Get some coal off his face.

Let's take a better look.

Looks like he's been hit over the head.

Come on, Mrs Bolton. This is not a sight for you.

I never thought he'd really do it.

SOBS

Thought who'd do what?

It was... It was just a fantasy.

Who are we talking about, Mrs Bolton?

SOBS

Mrs Bolton?

Oh... I've been having an affair.

And you think your lover may be responsible for this?

He hated it that I was married to Arthur.

He wanted me to leave him. He's a very jealous man.

What's his name?

Oh, no, I couldn't. I can't...

If you think he k*lled your husband you must tell us, Mrs Bolton.

His name... His name is...

His name is Oscar Blaketon.

I've been having an affair with Oscar Blaketon.

An affair?! With Hetty Bolton?

Don't be ridiculous.

- Who told you that? - She did.

I told you she had a crush on you, Oscar.

It's no laughing matter, I'm afraid, Gina.

I'm gonna have to ask you to come to the station.

Why? Because of some silly woman's fantasies? Don't be daft.

I've got deliveries to sort out.

Arthur Bolton was found dead this morning. It looks like m*rder.

He's dead?

She's alleging that you were having an affair with her...

She's got a vivid imagination, I'll tell you that.

You got very jealous and decided to take matters into your own hands.

She's saying I k*lled him?

That's about the sum of it, yes.

I'll tell him that. Over and out.

We've got a DI Snow coming over from HQ.

That's all I need. CID taking over my station.

Sarge, do you really think that Oscar Blaketon

could bludgeon a man to death with a shovel?

Passion, Bellamy, is not just a province of the young.

You may drink in his pub, but in the end

who knows what goes on behind closed doors?

I don't think he's very hungry.

I've seen more lively corpses.

Perhaps we ought to let him have a bit of a rest today, eh?

David, this is not a pet.

He's a working dog. I laid out good money for him.

I want him in training.

Oh, I'm gonna have a word with that Donnie.

Thinks he can pull the wool over my eyes...

You really do have to eat some of this, you know.

It's good stuff.

Oh, that is lovely...

You must know, Miller,

what that woman is telling you is a pack of lies.

I dare say.

Do you recognise this?

Should I? It was found near Bolton's body.

It's got blood on it, presumably the deceased's.

It's also got the monogram OB.

Ask yourself this, Sergeant.

If I was gonna k*ll someone and found their blood on my handkerchief

would I then leave it there conveniently for you to find?

You might do if you panicked. Where were you last night?

From about midnight to seven this morning, asleep in my bed

and before you ask, I was on my own.

So no real alibi then?

I did not k*ll Arthur Bolton.

Look, I don't like this any more than you do, Oscar

but a plausible allegation has been made.

Plausible?

You know yourself, if we don't ask these questions, CID will.

We need to take your fingerprints.

Oh, you've found a m*rder w*apon, then?

- You know I can't tell you that. - This is barmy.

Somebody is trying to set me up. Can't you see that?

Come on out, Donnie, I know you're in there.

What's all this commotion about?

I'm nursing a very delicate hangover.

From ale bought with my quid I've no doubt.

Anyway, the deal's off. I want my money back.

I don't do sale or return.

You sold me a racing greyhound.

Race? I can't get him to walk more than a couple of paces.

That dog has been interfered with.

Well, not by me.

Those clippings I showed you, the certificates, they're all legit.

You conned me.

What is it the lawyers say, Peg?

Caveat emptor.

That's Latin, that is.

It means if you didn't notice at the time

and you still buy it, you're stuffed.

Ooh!

I'll give him flamin' lawyers.

Come on.

Go on.

DOOR UNLOCKS

Cheers, Alf.

CID turned up yet?

They're in with Miller.

Maybe they'll see sense. About time somebody did.

For what it's worth, Oscar,

- I never thought for one minute... - You don't have to say anything.

I know you don't think I'm a k*ller.

- Well, who did it, then? - I don't know. No idea.

But whoever it was, Hetty Bolton is going out of her way

to cover up for him.

Perhaps she had a fancy man. and didn't tell you about it.

She never seemed the type.

But then again, I never expected all these lies.

Oh, I gather they found a m*rder w*apon.

But Miller won't tell me what it is.

It's a coal shovel.

He was hit over the head with it several times.

They're testing it for fingerprints now.

A coal shovel?

- Well, does it matter? - Yeah, well, it might.

I think I've been taken for a real fool, Alf.

Come in, Constable. Such a terrible thing.

I've only been able to talk to my sister on the phone.

I need to ask you a few questions, Miss Palmer.

Well, I'm happy to help in any way I can.

I'm afraid it's about your sister's personal life.

Oh.

Was she having an affair with anyone?

Oh...

It's very important you tell us anything you know.

Well...

They swore me to secrecy.

He was particularly insistent. He has a position to maintain locally.

He's on the council.

Who are we talking about here, Miss Palmer?

I suppose it can't remain a secret for much longer now.

My sister's been having an affair

with Oscar Blaketon.

You know, the chap that's got the pub in Aidensfield.

Do you know this for certain or did your sister just tell you?

Oh, it's true all right. I used to let them meet here.

Poor Hetty. She's been so unhappy for such a long time.

And where else could they go?

In fact...

He gave her this.

"To the only woman I could ever love."

Quite touching, I thought.

She kept it here.

Well, there'd have been hell to pay if Arthur had found it.

- Was Arthur a violent man, then? - Oh, he could be.

Clouted poor Hetty on several occasions.

And that made Oscar's blood boil, I can tell you.

Do you mind if I take this card with me?

I suppose not.

It's all got to come out now, hasn't it?

Your Uncle Herbert always dreamt of

having proper racing kennels like this, you know?

Even made an offer on one once.

What happened?

Bailiffs caught up with us.

Oh, excuse me, love. Is the gaffer about?

No, he's taken some dogs down south this week.

Do you remember Wild Rover?

Oh, yeah. He were a lovely dog. One of t'best.

Gold Cup winner. Haven't seen him running anywhere lately, though.

No, he were never the same after Streak Lightning went.

- Streak Lightning? - That were his mate.

They trained together, everything. Two fastest dogs we had at one time.

Then the boss got a big offer and he sold Streak.

Broke his heart to be parted from her.

There was nothing wrong with him?

No, no. I think he just missed Streak and got depressed.

Couldn't do owt with him so the boss sold him too.

Pity. Thanks for your trouble, love.

Listen, take care of him, won't you? He's a grand dog.

DOOR OPENS

This is Detective Inspector Snow. He's in charge of the investigation.

In the job yourself at one time, weren't you, Mr Blaketon?

I presume you've read my file. I would just like to add one thing.

I did NOT k*ll Arthur Bolton.

That'll be noted.

Right. Let's start with the physical evidence.

Fingerprints. We found yours on the m*rder w*apon.

I can explain that.

Can you now?

What did she have to say, the sister?

Confirmed the story.

It's a pack of lies, Rob, it's got to be.

It gets worse, have a look at this. Is that Oscar's handwriting?

I'm not sure. Could be.

The evidence is stacking up against him, Alf.

Oscar Blaketon's no more involved with that woman than I am.

Someone's playing a devious game here, Rob.

I know, but who? Hetty Bolton and her sister?

She hired you as a private investigator.

And your relationship was purely professional.

She tricked you into putting your prints on the m*rder w*apon

and you have no alibi.

I didn't think I needed one.

Sorry, Blaketon. It just doesn't wash.

MR Blaketon, if you don't mind.

I spoke to Mrs Bolton at length this morning.

I'm awaiting confirmation that her sister knew of the affair.

- Then they're both lying. - Physical evidence

places you at the scene of the crime

and puts the m*rder w*apon in your hands.

I was set up.

Oscar Blaketon, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the m*rder of...

Hang on. You haven't investigated anything I've been saying.

We have a watertight case.

What about the truth? Not to mention justice.

..on suspicion of the m*rder of Arthur Bolton.

You are not obliged to say anything unless you wish to,

but what you say may be put into writing and used in evidence.

- Put him in the cells. - Yes, sir.

Right, I'm off to HQ. Just a few loose ends to tie up.

If he decides to come clean, let me know.

I don't believe this.

More than years on the job and my word's not good enough

to merit a proper investigation.

You and I have not always seen eye to eye, Oscar,

but this is a situation that I don't relish.

How could you let yourself get in such a mess?

SIGHS

I didn't do it.

If that young jumped-up excuse for a CID officer can't be bothered

to look further than the end of his nose

well, perhaps you can.

It's CID's case.

My hands are tied. You of all people should understand that.

This is really kind of you, you know.

It's no problem. Locksmiths can cost a bit.

I've got some bottles of light ale if you fancy one.

Or are you not allowed?

By rights I should have knocked off a half hour ago.

Sorry to keep you.

No, I didn't mean...

Well, it's just that if I'm off duty then, yes, I'd like a drink.

Would you think me really cheeky if I asked you another favour?

Probably, but go on.

The shop where I rent the telly.

I went in and told them it was stolen but...

when they know you live on the estate

they're automatically suspicious. They think I've just flogged it.

And you want me to go in and put them right?

Would you?

Consider it done.

Thank you.

Right, what shall we drink to, then?

A new telly?

How about... new friends?

Never been friends with a copper before, but...

I must say, you're rather useful.

This is just ridiculous.

When will they are they going to stop all this?

They've detained him, Gina.

CID reckon they've got a case against him.

I've a good mind to go round and see that Hetty Bolton myself.

Sorry, Gina, but I need to get samples of Oscar's handwriting.

You should be ashamed of yourself and all.

Personally, I can't see Oscar Blaketon writing sloppy things

on Valentine cards.

Handwriting is easy enough to forge.

Here's a sample of his writing. It's a list for the brewery.

Yes, this would be pretty easy to reproduce.

OK, show me.

Even if they've got the skill to forge,

they've still got to get a sample first.

The bins. Someone's been through the bins, that's why.

Well, that looks pretty good to me.

Oscar's innocent. You know he is.

The fact Jack can copy his handwriting doesn't prove anything.

There's still a lot of evidence against him.

Well, if you're not gonna do something, Rob, then I will.

DOORBELL RINGS

- I want a word with your sister. - I'm afraid she's resting.

The doctor's given her a sedative. - She doesn't need a sedative.

She needs a kick up the backside. Maybe then she'll tell the truth.

If you don't leave immediately I shall call the police.

She's lying and I'm gonna prove it.

I'm not interested in your threats.

Well, you should be, lady.

Cos Oscar Blaketon's got a lot of friends.

You may think you're clever, but you won't get away with it.

Night-night.

Did you always plan on having three?

Never planned to have any.

I was getting out of Ashfordly.

But you know how it is.

You meet a fella and one thing leads to another.

A tough life being a single mum, eh?

Yeah, well, there's plenty of us round here.

Ashfordly Park Estate's where the council dumps all its social misfits.

Don't get me wrong. I think you're doing a grand job.

- Are you married? - No.

Can't find anyone daft enough to take me on.

Don't see why not. You must be on a decent wage.

And you're not bad looking.

Oh, thanks(!)

Come on, you know what I mean.

So I don't suppose you'd fancy...

coming for a drink with me one night maybe?

Yeah, right! Know how much a babysitter costs?

That's if you can get one.

- Well, if you're ever struggling... - You're a nice bloke for a copper,

but I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me, all right?

- I'm not a charity case. - Sorry, I didn't think.

Right. Well, I'd best be off, then.

Sorry...

Thanks for fixing the lock.

DOOR UNLOCKS

Let's hope you're hungry.

Sarge ordered this specially for you from Eddie's cafe across the road.

Oh, no expense spared, eh?

I often used to pop into Eddie's for breakfast.

Seems a long time ago now.

He did a great bacon butty.

Oh, yeah, I know.

Look, Oscar, if there's anything...

If you want to do something for me,

get in touch with Howard Baker of Baker & Sons.

He's about the best criminal lawyer round here.

I'm not convinced by any of the evidence.

Oh, well, thanks for that,

but Miller's already said his hands are tied.

I'm gonna have a word with him.

None of us are happy with this.

I've been thinking a lot about Hetty Bolton and that sister of hers.

The first time I met her I thought she was a silly woman.

Felt quite sorry for her.

She's not silly at all.

Well, don't give up hope, eh?

Suddenly I'm not very hungry.

You've been sold a depressed greyhound?

How do you know it's depressed?

The lass that works at the kennels told us.

Not what you'd call a medical opinion of a qualified vet, then?

The point is, Ronnie, I was conned.

Yes, I can see that rankles!

But if the seller disclosed all the relevant information,

lied about nothing and allowed you to examine the goods...

Caveat doo-dah, yes, I've been told.

But this was supposed to be a prize-winning dog.

Gold Cup winner at Whitby for two years on the trot.

Really? What's the dog called?

Wild Rover.

Wild Rover, eh? I reckon I've won a bob or two on him myself.

You're doing better than me, then.

I didn't know you frequented the track, Ronnie.

Now and then I have a flutter. Wild Rover, eh?

You know, I seem to have a few moments spare

in the next couple of days.

Maybe I could look into the matter?

The thing is, Sarge,

nobody's looked at Oscar's explanation of events properly.

The case is out of our hands now.

I've been through Oscar's notes

on the investigation he did for Mrs Bolton.

Arthur Bolton definitely had a mistress.

I think somebody should at least go and talk to her.

All right, but I don't want any treading on CID's toes.

It's done and dusted as far as they're concerned.

I suppose this case could do with a bit of proper police work.

But be discreet, Walker.

Yes, Sarge.

Oh, planning a flit, are we, Donnie?

You say you know the law?

Well, tell that to Mr Smethers here. He's a solicitor.

Oh, aye?

I'll see you in court, then. Get out of my way, pal.

Mrs Armstrong has a very strong case for restitution.

And you should pay some serious attention... to her concerns.

You're neither use nor ornament, are you?

DAVID: I've been thinking.

Perhaps we just ought to persuade him to start running again.

After all, he's not really poorly.

The lad's got a point.

Well, go on, then. How?

If it's Streak that he's missing,

perhaps we just ought to find her for him.

Just need to... let him know that she still loves him.

This lad's got an incisive, analytical mind.

He should have been a lawyer.

I just can't believe he's gone.

I'd like to offer my condolences, Miss.

Actually, it's Mrs. Divorced.

Everyone calls me Dolly, though.

Well, if it's not too upsetting, Dolly,

- I'd like to ask a few questions. - Who'd want to k*ll Arthur?

He was the kindest, sweetest man...

Had you known him long?

He was going to leave his wife, you know.

We'd got it all planned. Sell the coal merchants

get a country pub somewhere. A fresh start.

- And did his wife know about this? - Kept getting cold feet, poor lamb.

See, the thing is,

she's got a right temper.

- Has she? - Great big bloke like him,

you wouldn't think he'd be scared, but he was.

She used to hit him.

I'm surprised he didn't retaliate.

He was completely soft.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Who do you think would have cause to want him dead, then?

Well, nobody, really.

Arthur got on with everyone.

Except his wife, apparently.

Hi... I was just passing.

Thought you might like to know that I spoke to the telly shop bloke.

He says if you pop in, he'll sort you out with a replacement.

Thanks. Do you fancy a cup of tea?

- No, I don't want to hold you up. - Oh, just come in, will you?

I was a bit rude yesterday when you asked me out.

No, you weren't.

Some blokes, they see a woman stuck on her own with three kids

and they think, "Oh, yeah, she'll be easy.

Buy her drinks and she'll be grateful to be asked out."

- Well, I'm not like that. - I know you're not. I'm sorry.

It's my fault. I was being too pushy.

No, you were just being... kind.

I'm just not used to that.

Look, Debbie...

I really like you.

And I wouldn't take advantage of you for the world.

I've got this very good neighbour.

She sometimes babysits.

So, erm... If you wanted to ask me again...

that would be very nice.

What are we talking here, Alf?

Hetty Bolton gets wind of the fact her husband's gonna leave her,

figures she's better off a widow than a divorcee,

belts him round the head with a shovel

having set up Oscar to take the blame?

Well, it makes sense to me.

You have to be pretty cold-blooded.

Well, I've been doing a bit of digging myself.

I know this lass who works in the insurance office in the high street.

And Hetty Bolton has been going in quite a bit lately.

To increase her husband's life insurance.

Where's Bellamy?

Ashfordly Park Estate.

He was there most of yesterday. What's he playing at?

I've just had a call from Bernie Scripps.

- He's having a spot of bother. - At the garage?

In the funeral parlour.

They finished the post-mortem on Arthur Bolton this morning.

They've released his body for burial.

SHOUTING

What's going on, Bernie?

They're at it like banshees in there,

arguing who's going to bury him. I've called the police.

Hetty, that's enough!

He may be dead, but he's still my husband!

And you'll not get your greedy mitts on him or his money!

He loved me, not you, you cold-hearted old crow!

And you're nothing but a cheap trollop.

And he's had plenty of them over the years.

But he stayed married to me.

Ladies, please. If you could just...

I'm paying you to bury my husband, Mr Scripps.

And I'll thank you not to let her anywhere near any of it!

Do I make myself clear?

- What appears to be the problem? - No problem, Constable.

This lady mistakenly thought she might involve herself

in my husband's funeral arrangements.

But I've put her straight.

It's all been very stressful for my poor sister.

Come on, love, let me take you home.

I'm all right, don't make a fuss!

Let's not make an exhibition of ourselves, eh?

- Look, let me drive... - No! I'm driving. It's my car!

If you ask me, she's completely off her rocker.

BOTH ARGUE

- We've got to do something, Rob. - I know.

What we need is a way of playing them at their own game.

Yeah, but how?

BOTH STILL ARGUING

I might just have an idea.

DOOR UNLOCKS

Someone to see you, Oscar. Make it quick, eh?

Hello, Gina.

I brought you a few things you might need.

Oh, thanks.

I'm being transferred to Armley on remand.

It's all going to turn out right in the end, you know.

You think so, do you? My word against Hetty Bolton's?

I used to think the system worked.

Oscar, you've got a lot of friends out there.

We won't let them send you to jail for something you didn't do.

What are you trying to tell me, Gina?

You got a file hidden in here somewhere?

Me and Alf have been talking to Rob Walker.

We're all pretty convinced Hetty Bolton m*rder*d her husband.

Funny, that. I've come to the same conclusion.

But with her sister backing up her story

proving it is going to be very difficult.

Yeah, well, somehow, we're gonna do it.

I'd like to believe that.

What we need to know for certain, Miss Palmer

is that you're totally prepared to stand up in a court of law

and back up your sister's story of her affair with Oscar Blaketon?

Well, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

Because perjury is a serious offence. You could go to prison.

Hetty's got a temper as we both know.

Don't you think maybe she needs some help?

She's got all the help she needs from me.

Arthur Bolton was never faithful or loyal

to anything or anybody.

You didn't much like your brother-in-law, then?

He was selfish from the word go.

Even as a young man. I knew him.

I warned Hetty, but she wouldn't listen.

If you want me to be totally honest

I'm not sorry he's dead.

But my sister didn't k*ll him.

Now, would you please leave?

Well?

I think I've found Streak Lightning for you.

- Come on, let's go. - Hang on. Hang on.

Are you billing me by the hour for this?

Well, by rights, I...

Let's just say I'd like to see Wild Rover run again.

We don't want to talk you into doing anything you think is wrong.

It's up to you, Dolly.

You're not exactly a by-the-book copper, are you?

Sometimes justice needs a bit of a nudge. That's all.

Right, then.

It's Dolly Ford here.

Wait a minute, Hetty.

I'm phoning to discuss Arthur's will.

The new one. The one he made a month ago.

Leaving the business to me.

Well, that didn't go down too well.

She's hung up.

This is where Streak's new owner exercises his dogs every day.

DAVID: Well, I think he knows she's here.

Well, we'll soon see. Let him go, David.

Go on!

By 'eck. That dog can run!

Look at that!

FRENZIED BARKING

Let's hope there won't be any more trouble.

So when did he make this new will, then?

About a month ago. A solicitor's in Ashfordly drew it up.

- I'd like to see it. - I've got it at home.

I'll have a copy made for you.

Right, then.

Come on, love.

I can't get her out of my head, Alf.

I think I'm smitten.

Well, if three kids don't put you off, I reckon you are.

Hang on. I think we're in business.

I think it's Hetty.

Seems funny in here without Oscar.

Still, I suppose we'll have to get used to it.

Shut up, Bernie. You're just making things worse.

Sorry.

I've just had a chat with a mate of mine.

He teaches evening classes in college.

- Calligraphy. - Yeah, so?

Hetty Bolton's sister is in his class.

MILLER: You don't strike me as being

a common or garden burglar, Miss Palmer.

What were you looking for in Dolly Ford's house?

I have nothing to say.

You were tricked, weren't you, Beryl?

You thought he'd made a new will.

- You mean he hadn't? - Not that I know of.

I told Hetty it all seemed a bit too convenient.

But she was hopping mad. So I had to sort it out.

Is that what you do for your sister? Sort things out?

You've seen her. She's all over the place.

Always has been. Never thinks.

That's why she married him.

And you warned her not to.

You mentioned that you knew him as a young man.

- Did you all grow up together? - We went to the same school.

He went out with you first, didn't he?

You knew him before your sister had even met him.

- I can't remember. - Yes, you can, Beryl.

He chucked you, didn't he? Chucked you for your own sister.

You told me that you weren't sorry that he was dead.

But that your sister didn't k*ll him.

Did you have to sort it out for her again, Beryl?

Did you k*ll Arthur Bolton?

It was Oscar Blaketon. Not me.

We've told you.

What if Hetty's saying something different now?

She would never...

- Never betray me. - She married Arthur.

Wasn't that betrayal?

Is she saying I k*lled him?

She's got a pretty hot temper. I've seen it.

But Arthur's k*lling, that was cold and planned to the last detail.

By the both of you.

You hit him with a shovel, didn't you, Beryl?

I'm not saying any more.

I want a lawyer.

Good boy.

MAN: .

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I talked to a private bookmaker of my acquaintance and got us /.

You're not just an empty suit, are you?

Word's got around that he's lost his form and was sold on.

Well, let's hope he finds it again now he's running with Streak.

BELL RINGS

Come on, boy! Come on, Wild Rover!

He's happy now. Look, they're racing together!

No, no, she's getting ahead!

He's letting her get ahead, I can't bare it.

- How much did you put on him? - Your and my .

- Oh, no, look, he's dropping back. - Oh, have some faith, Ronnie.

He'll show her who's boss. Come on!

- Come on, Rover! - Come on rover, come on, boy!

Come on, Rover!

He's done it! He's done it!

Oh, Rover!

I think we can handle it from here on in, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

It might have been helpful if you'd called us earlier.

When she broke into Dolly Ford's house we were all taken by surprise.

- Weren't we, Walker? - Yes, Sergeant.

Do you think you'll be able to get a confession out of her, sir?

We do have interviewing techniques at our disposal, Constable,

that you're probably not aware of.

You see, Peg, I was telling the truth.

I'm sorry, lad, that I ever doubted you.

Come on, he'd never have parted with him

if he knew he could still run like that.

I tell you what, Donnie. I'll sell him back to you if you like.

- Why? - Well, it's...

It's this place.

The track. The atmosphere.

Puts me in mind of my poor dear Herbert.

Frankly, it's just too upsetting.

I don't think I'm cut out for greyhound racing any more.

- I'll give you quid for him. - Done.

There you go. Next time I race him I'll let you know

and you can have a little flutter. - Very decent of you, Donnie.

Do you think I should have told him that he's only likely to win

when Streak Lightning's in the line-up?

No. He had all the facts.

Caveat emptor.

Well, CID have certainly changed since my day.

If you ask me, that lad couldn't detect his way out of a paper bag.

Well, lucky for me somebody still can.

What'll happen to Hetty Bolton and her sister?

It was Beryl who wielded the shovel,

but they'll both be charged with m*rder.

Anyway, I must be off.

Well, thanks, Sergeant.

Just trying to do the job properly.

How did you manage to crack those two?

Just a small set-up of our own, Oscar.

Did Miller know what you were doing?

Well, let's just say he didn't ask too many questions.

Yeah, well, I'm very grateful. You know that.

It's just I don't know what to say, really.

Or... how I can ever thank you.

Well, another pint wouldn't go amiss.