♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
♪ DUSTY SPRINGFIELD: 'SON OF A PREACHER MAN'
♪ Billy Ray was a preacher's son
♪ But when his daddy was ill, then he'd come along
♪ When they gathered round and started talking
♪ That's when Billy would take me walking
- This enough? - No.
No?
There you are.
Hello.
♪ Feeling good isn't always easy
♪ No matter how hard I try
♪ When he started sweet talking to me
♪ He'd come and tell me everything is all right...
Don't. You'll mess my hair.
I will.
And then I'll remove each straw bit by bit.
Not in front of the chickens.
They're not chickens?! They're prize birds!
Will you be late for dinner?
Depends on the opposition.
Oh, I'll try not to be. I've dreamed up something special.
I've got to make a killing tonight.
Kate?
Darling?!
- Susie? - Oh!
Susie?
Hello! I'll be with you in a minute.
You've set the table for dinner. How did you know I was coming?
Uh... I rang your secretary.
She said you were on the way home.
Ah, hmm. I wanted to surprise you.
Never mind. I've got a surprise for you.
What?
Beef Wellington.
What?
Beef Wellington!
Oh, lovely.
Why don't you have a drink while I finish getting ready?
Ah, in a minute.
I had one on the train already.
Well that's never stopped you before.
What do you mean? Oh. Ha, ha! Very funny.
So, tell me what you've been up to.
I've been getting Monty ready for the meet.
Oh, terrific. I'll come too.
I'll get that lot back next time.
Yeah? Says who?
Double or quits. Next Friday?
Artie?
Why not?
How about the old barn, south side of Ipsley Manor?
Friends in high places, eh?
You could say that.
Who's a good girl?
Have you been a good girl? Did you miss me?
Would you light the candles, darling?
Of course.
Come on, we've got to light the candles.
Susie!
I won't be a minute.
♪ ELGAR: CELLO CONCERTO
Lit them.
Whisky?
Yes.
Oh.
I hope you haven't swallowed anything.
What?
Come on, bedtime.
I was going to make supper for you,
but you've been catching flies for the past two hours.
It's quarter past ten. The whole evening's gone!
Yeah, well, never mind. It's your morning off tomorrow.
It was that drive that finishes me.
I nearly nodded off on the way home.
Well, you shouldn't drive if you're that tired.
Hello.
Any chance of breakfast in bed tomorrow morning?
Before I go to work? That seems fair.
Up those stairs.
Oh, you're so masterful!
I'm just going to check the horses.
Okay.
Oh!
You all right, darling?
Yes, I... I just tripped over the cat!
- Give it a kick! - (You'll have to go.)
- (I thought he was in London all week.) - (He was supposed to be.)
I was looking forward to being on our own.
I know. Me, too. I'm sorry. Now, go.
I lost tonight.
I've organised a fight in your barn on Friday. I can't cancel now!
Jeremy. He'll be gone tomorrow evening.
Now, get out!
Good. I mean, there's a lot riding on it.
Go!
See you tomorrow.
Yes, except Jack might be there.
Why don't you leave him, Susie?
I've told you, Jeremy, please go!
STABLE DOOR BANGS
Bevan! Bevan!
Tack up Regent Bobby, will you. I'll be five minutes.
Yeah, well, have a good day.
Thank you very much.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Morning, Colonel. - Morning.
- Nice day for it. - Yes, splendid.
- Well, good luck. - Thank you.
Morning, Sarge. Didn't expect to see you here.
Well, it is no harm to show the uniform at times like this, Rowan.
Especially when the aristocracy's involved, isn't it?
I'll ignore that remark.
Now you just stay round here till this lot sets off, alright?
Yes, Sarge.
♪ THE KINKS: DEATH OF A CLOWN
♪ My make-up is dry
♪ And it cracks round my chin
♪ I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
Drink?
No, thanks.
All this palaver to go and kill off defenceless animals!
Yeah, I know what you mean.
♪ The lions, they won't fight, and the tigers won't roar
No Jack?
No. He's not coming.
Good. We stay with them for about an hour and slip off.
We'll say Monty's gone lame if anyone asks.
Okay.
♪ Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Looks as if Jack's managed to drag himself out after all.
Oh, no.
He looks awful. What have you been doing to him, Susie?
I'd better go and see if he's alright.
Top that up for me, would you?
Whisky.
Jack.
Hello, Susie.
I nearly miss the hunt. You should have woken me up.
I tried.
I'm sorry. Must be the port.
Wretched stuff always finishes me off.
You shouldn't be riding.
There you go, sir.
Thank you, George.
Please, Jack. You look dreadful.
Oh, rubbish.
Don't fuss, Suzie. Don't fuss.
I'll be fine.
The fresh air will do me good. Come on.
Nick, Kate's just phoned.
Can you go up to Coronation Cottages, Artie Sneed's place?
- Is it bad news? - I think so.
Thanks, Gina.
Heart failure.
I told him he should be taking it easy.
We'd better get in touch with his family.
I don't think there is any.
His wife died years ago and they had no children.
Well, I'll phone the undertaker.
Nick!
Doctor.
What are you doing here?
I've just come round to, wassit you know,
pay my respects to Artie like,
cos we went to school together.
Amen.
I was worrying about his fowls.
You know, cos they're his pride and joy,
and I bet nobody's even fed them yet.
I tell you what. Why don't you see to them?
Yeah, I'll take them round to my place
cos there's some foxes round here, you know.
I know it'll be a bit of a bother like, you know,
but that's what friends are for, ain't it?
Let's go, anyway.
What?
Just look at the state of him.
He wouldn't notice if a bomb went off.
Don't be ridiculous.
Are you sure you're all right?
I'm fine, darling. Whisky's doing the trick.
Hare the dog, eh?
BUGLE
- I'll deal with that. - You all right?
See you, Claude.
Hey! Only until the estate's sorted out, mind.
Jack!
If I thought I was in any way responsible...
Nah, I think you'll find he had too much to drink.
Jack drank like a fish,
but in twenty years hunting, it never made him take a fall.
Is that his wife?
Susannah, yes.
Jack was a lucky man.
In some ways.
Are you sure there's no once you want me to contact for you?
Your family?
They're all in London.
No-one locally?
I um...
haven't made any close friends up here.
You really shouldn't be on your own.
Thank you.
Look, why don't you take my phone number.
You can call me any time you want.
Thank you.
I hope everything's here.
I'm sure.
Your horses are being brought back.
Will you be able to manage?
Bevan will see to them.
I'm all right, thank you.
You've been very kind.
Mrs. Temple-Richards, there is something else.
There'll have to be a postmortem.
A postmortem?
Without it, we can't ascertain the cause of death.
He fell off his horse.
It may not have been the fall that killed him.
Of course it was! Everyone saw.
We need to be sure. It could have been a heart attack.
Jack's heart was fine! He was only fifty.
It's the normal procedure in a case like this.
I'm sure everything will be perfectly straightforward.
I'm sorry, it's all been such a shock.
If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone.
Of course.
I can't see Mrs. Temple- Richards again tomorrow.
And get a statement about her husband's condition
before he went on the hunt.
Pickled, from all accounts.
Ventress, I'd like to think this tragedy could pass
without too much mud-slinging.
Temple-Richards was very highly thought of round here and you know that.
Oh, yes, Sarge.
So uh... Artie Sneed has popped his clogs at last, has he?
Oh, I can still feel his collar in my hands even now.
Twice a week, regular as clockwork.
I thought he was a harmless old bloke.
A petty thief of the worse variety,
although he did calm down once his wife died.
She was a very demanding woman.
Well he had some nasty habits.
Cockfighting, for one.
Really?
Oh, we never caught him at it though.
Notoriously tightknit, the cockfighting fraternity.
Well, you have had a busy morning, Rowan,
but not as busy as the vicar's going to be.
Well, I can't believe you didn't catch on.
Yeah, all right, Alf.
Why, you can see they're fighting cocks a mile off.
Look, they've all had their feathers trimmed.
And this one.
He's had his natural spurs cut off
and then the artificial ones are put over.
What did you think he was going to do?
Put them in the pot for Sunday dinner?
Till I came up here, the only chickens I saw were full of sage and onion.
Well, he's not here. Shall we impound them?
Where are we going to put them?
That's true.
Hey, you don't want Blaketon to know
that you were the one who gave 'em to Claude Greengrass, do you.
What you do with them is your business. I just want shut of them.
So where are they then, these champions?
Oh, don't worry, they're with somebody who really knows what they're doing.
And they're in really fantastic condition.
Yeah, well, I'm not too flush this week.
But I might know somebody who's interested.
Then get down to The Bull tomorrow night, 7 o'clock.
We'll see if we can do business.
There you go.
Thanks.
She shouldn't be left on her own.
Well, according to Gina, she's got another man.
That's probably just gossip.
Well, I did see her with someone else at the meet.
That doesn't mean she's having an affair with him.
Well, so much for your morning off.
Occupational hazard.
Are you going to be late tonight?
Not tonight.
But Nick, I've been thinking...
wouldn't it make more sense if I stayed over sometimes?
Eh?
Evening surgeries don't finish till eight.
But the time we've cleared up, it's gone ten before I'm home.
What you mean, stay at James's place?
Yeah. He's offered me the spare room any time I want.
Not all the time, obviously.
But Tuesdays is evening surgery and Wednesdays we start early,
it's hardly worth coming home.
Well, thanks very much.
Come on, you know what I've been like.
And I might as well not have been here last night.
All right. At least I'll be able to get some fishing in.
♪ I know all there is to know
♪ About the crying game
♪ I've had my share
♪ Of the crying game
♪ First there are kisses
♪ Then there are sighs
♪ And then before you know where you are
♪ You're saying goodbye
♪ One day soon I'm gonna tell the moon
♪ About the crying game
Hello.
Constable Rowan.
Have you lost something?
It could be anywhere. I had hoped...
It's Jack's stock pin.
I thought it might have dropped off when he fell.
Was it valuable?
It doesn't really matter.
Well, let me help you look.
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Forget it.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Anyway, it's not here. I must get back.
Could you give me a leg-up?
I do need to ask you a couple of questions.
Call round at the house. I must get back.
Come on, lads. Grub up!
In the hands of somebody who knows what he's doing?!
Poor Claude. He's getting soft in his old age. Come on.
Oh! There's a nice one of you in the paper.
What's that?
At the meet yesterday. It's quite a spread.
He's not exactly the picture of health, is he?
Hey, wait a minute.
What?
He's not wearing a stock pin, is he?
Unless there's something significant in that?
Yeah. Yeah, there is.
Was your husband feeling unwell yesterday morning?
Ah, I don't know.
He was asleep when I left.
Had he been drinking?
I think everyone knows that.
Yeah, sorry, but I do need to ask.
Any idea how much?
We had wine with dinner.
He had quite a bit of port.
And yesterday, I don't know.
A stirrup cup at the meet, I supposed.
Nothing else worth mentioning?
No.
Oh, about your husband's stock pin.
Yes?
There's a picture of him in the local paper.
He wasn't wearing it.
I know. I found it here last night.
Just as well we didn't spend time looking for it.
I always warned him that drink would be the death of him.
But not in the way you expected.
No.
We're a bit worried about his wife, on her own in that big house.
Yes, Jack was always concerned that she felt isolated up here.
I supposed I ought to go and see her.
I think she'd appreciate it.
- Alf, - Yeah?
...do you know him?
Uh, Jeremy Kirby. Les Kirby's son.
You know, the pork baron.
Arrogant little so-and-so.
His dad keeps him down to earth working at the abattoir.
But he still fancies himself.
Do you think the stories about him and Susannah are true?
She must have been bored up here on her own.
So she married Temple-Richards for his money then?
Well, it's been done before.
Why, what are you thinking?
Well, it just seems a bit convenient, that's all.
But it was an accident. Everyone saw him fall.
Well, you couldn't have asked for more witnesses.
I wonder what she was looking for.
Did I hear the word Temple-Richards?
Er, yes, Sarge.
Well, I've just had a phone call from the pathologist.
He's done a preliminary investigation.
And it looks like he died from a broken neck.
Oh, is that all?
Ventress, as it happens, there is more.
The pathologist noted an extremely high level of alcohol in the bloodstream.
He was an old soak. Everyone knows it.
Ventress, have you finished?
There was also a high level of quinalbarbitone sodium
and amylobarbitone sodium.
Sleeping pills, to you two.
Susannah!
Susie, for heaven's sake, we've got to talk!
I'll look in on Susannah.
Great. PHONE
Oh, hang on a minute.
Hello, surgery.
Nick!
Yes, he was one of James's private patients.
Do you want a word? He's here.
James.
Hello, Nick?
Jack Temple-Richards,
did you ever prescribe him any sleeping pills?
Yes, I did, he had trouble sleeping in London.
Apparently his flat was right by a busy road. Why?
Well, the pathologist recorded
an abnormally large amount in his bloodstream.
Not sure how much.
Jack didn't overuse them. I didn't prescribe them often enough.
And he never took them in Yorkshire.
He always said the fresh air knocked him out.
Was he depressed at all?
A deliberate overdose, you mean?
Not that I know of.
Anyway, Jack always struck me as more of a shotgun man.
Right. Okay, well thanks, James.
I'll be in touch if there's anything else we need to know.
Yeah. Bye.
Well?
Well, he certainly had them on prescription.
Rowan, go and see his wife again.
See what she knows about them.
And tread carefully. Don't give too much away.
Ta. Is your clock right?
Yes.
Oh, come on, come to Daddy.
Here, cop 'old of t'side.
Well the initial investigation shows your husband died from a broken neck.
There are complications though.
Did you know he took sleeping pills?
Yes, in London.
He could never sleep, the traffic.
Well it seems that before he died, he'd taken an exceptionally large dose.
Have you any idea why?
No. He always slept well here.
Did he take any the night before?
I don't know.
We had dinner and I went out to see the horses.
When I came back, he was asleep already.
You have any idea where the bottle might be?
It could help us establish how many were taken.
I'll take a look.
Thank you.
Sorry to trouble you. Are you sure your clock's right?
Yes, why?
I was expecting to meet a mate of mine in here about half an hour ago
he's not turned up.
Well, perhaps he's found himself a bird!
Come on, son.
I think this must be them.
They were in a sponge bag.
Thank you.
Perhaps he took more than he meant by accident.
Could be.
His drinking did make him forgetful and muddled.
Right. Well uh...
when we get the full report back we can decide on the next step.
The next step?
Well, there'll have to be an inquest.
I see.
Well, thank you very much for your help.
This must be very difficult for you under the circumstances.
I sorry I couldn't be of more assistance.
Well, if you do think of anything else, however small, please get in touch.
I'm sure for your husband's sake,
you want this cleared up as quickly as possible.
Yes, thank you.
DOOR OPENS
You are in a mess, aren't you?
How many pills did you give him, Suzie?
- You heard. - Most of it.
I didn't mean it to happen.
- It was the only way. - I know. I know.
Well?
Well, she didn't exactly say
she'd slipped them into his bedtime cocoa, Sarge.
Well, I can't believe he took that amount by accident.
Do you think it was her?
Well, we'll never know what really happened, Rowan.
If I was you, I'd just let it go.
We've got no evidence to go on.
What about the inquest?
Well, it'll have to be mentioned.
The press are going to have a field day with this one, Sarge.
Aye, but you've done a good job.
Close, but no coconut.
You'd best go home.
KNOCK AT DOOR
What do you want now?
They've gone, haven't they?
Them chickens of Artie's, they've been nicked!
Morning.
It's flaming disgusting, thieving off the dead like that.
Who did you tell I'd got 'em?
Why don't you come in, Claude?
Well it must have been you cos I never said nowt to nobody.
I went to let them out, and they were gone!
I thought I'd better have a look in his notebook,
see if it can give me any clues and it's all here.
All their weights, all his winnings.
He's been cockfighting for years and he never even let on.
Well, you can't be too careful.
I'd give you any money you like. It's cockfighters that's nicked 'em.
And I don't know how they found out I'd got 'em.
Cos I never said nowt to nobody.
Why don't you stop this act and tell me what it's about?
Here, have a look at that.
Friday 8th, nine o'clock, south barn, Ipsley Manor.
I reckon if you and somebody went round there
you might catch a few of 'em at it.
And I reckoned if those birds hadn't been nicked,
you wouldn't have told me about this.
Well, I must admit I probably wouldn't have put two and two together so quick.
And revenge is sweet, eh?
What are you doing here?
I stayed, just to make sure you were all right.
This is Jack's bedroom!
You can't even wait till he's cold!
- I couldn't leave you alone. - I know exactly what you're up to.
You think you can just slide in here and take his place.
- Well, you can't. - Hold on a minute.
Let's get one thing straight.
It wasn't me who killed him.
Neither did I!
You haven't told the police all the details, have you?
You wouldn't want you father to know all your little hobbies, would you?
You'd be stuck then!
Nowhere to live, no job, no rich mistress to keep you!
Susannah, don't be like this.
I don't want you here!!
I'm going to miss Jack, you know.
Do you find that hard to believe?
Should I?
Well, I know how our marriage looks...
...looked, to most people.
Do you?
It's written all over their faces at the wedding.
Jack's got his tottie,
Susannah's got her sugar daddy.
Well, they never saw us here.
You saw Jeremy leave, didn't you?
Jack and I were very happy.
Very happy.
There's no such thing as a perfect marriage.
Look at this place.
It was a kind of a marriage, I suppose.
And I suppose I loved him.
I certainly didn't mean to hurt him.
It's all a bit of a mess, isn't it?
I think you should talk to Nick Rowan.
The policeman?
Do you think he'd understand?
If you're straight with him.
Prepare to lose, Kirby.
Where did you get it from?
Friends in low places, mate.
That's one of Artie's.
He doesn't need it where he is, does he?
All right, lads?
BOTH: Yes, Sarge.
It won't be long.
BOTH: Right, Sarge.
- Do you want a sarnie? - Yeah. Cup of tea?
CAT MIAOWS What's that?
What?
Oh, I thought I heard something.
Alf. Alf, we're on.
Oh, I've got a stitch.
This is the police. Nobody move!
There you go.
Jeremy Kirby!
You do get about, don't you?
What's your daddy going to say?
Come on, son.
It was her tipped you off, wasn't it?
Had to be.
She's the only person who could have known.
Maybe you should be asking her a few questions
instead of ruining a bit of sporting fun.
Are we talking about Mrs. Temple-Richards?
It was her that tipped you off, wasn't it?
I think we could do with some tea.
If his dad finds out that he's been cockfighting,
he'll flay him alive.
- I knew it. - Don't count your chickens.
Ventress!
Stop that gossiping. Get rid of that chicken.
It's under your desk!
Won't be a minute.
You and Mrs. Temple-Richards are quite friendly, aren't you?
Not against the law, is it?
No, but it might have suited her to have her husband out of the way.
She didn't kill him, if that's what you mean.
He fell off his horse.
It was an accident.
But what did she do?
Look, if you're not going to charge me, can I go?
I've got to know. Was it her that told you?
- Evening, gentlemen. - Evening, George.
What can I get you?
No, it's all right, thanks.
Listen George. I want you to tell me everything you can remember
about Temple-Richards on the morning of the hunt.
Well, he turned up late.
They were just about ready for the off by the time he arrived.
Was he drunk then?
Well, like I said, I've never seen Jack the worse for drink.
Although he must have had a few.
He get one of my stirrup cup, and I had to fill his hip flask up.
Did he say how he was feeling?
Well, he did complain about a thick head.
Hang on, George.
What did you say about his flask?
Yeah, I had to top it up with whisky for him.
That's right, I saw you give it to him.
It wasn't among his things. He must have dropped it.
I think that's what she was looking for.
We'd better try and find it.
Thanks, George.
People generally stop for a nip
while they're waiting for the hounds to find a scent.
We only stopped once or twice before the accident,
so uh... I suggest we'll check those spots first.
- Right. - How are you doing?
It's great.
Okay, well, we'll take it slowly and uh... you'll be fine.
Don't worry. I'd trust her with my granny.
♪ You can't always get what you want
♪ But if you try sometimes
♪ You might find
♪ You get what you need
(WEEPS)
♪ You get what you need
♪ But if you try sometimes, you just might find
♪ You just might find that you get what you need
Ventress, you'll block the drains again.
Well, did you find anything?
His hip flask, Sarge.
George topped it up at the meet.
Now the chances are, it's got some of the same whisky
that he used for his nightcap.
Well, that's excellent.
And while we're waiting for forensics,
I suggests you go and work on that report you promised me.
And this is not regulation transport or dress!
Ventress, put the kettle on!
We're gonna have to lay low for a while.
How come you didn't get charged?
You don't want to know.
What are we going to do about him?
Who?
Him who grassed us up.
Who grassed us up?
Claude Greengrass, that's who.
Susannah. The police are on to you.
What?
It's only a matter of time before they arrest you.
Come on. I've got the car. We can get away.
You're crazy.
We can start again somewhere. France, Italy!
There's something between us, Susannah. I know there is.
You didn't mean what you said yesterday.
It's too late.
Mrs. Temple-Richards, can I have a word, please?
Could you take care of Regent?
Do you want to go inside?
I found a hip flask this morning which we believe belonged to your husband.
It's gone for forensic examination which we expect to show
your husband was drinking whisky mixed with sleeping pills.
Now, you'll be called as a witness at the inquest and asked about this.
Now wouldn't it be easier if you told me what really happened?
I loved Jack dearly.
But more as a friend than a husband.
He was very kind to me...
...and we did have a lot in common.
But I just couldn't bear...
...making love with him.
It got so I couldn't stand him to touch me.
But I didn't...
...want to hurt his feelings.
It seemed the easiest thing to do.
Put a couple of sleeping pills in the whisky decanter.
He always had a nightcap.
And then he would sleep.
He must have nearly finished it all, the morning he died.
And I assume he filled the hip flask.
And that's what you were looking for, isn't it?
I never thought that he'd wake up in time for the hunt.
What will happen to me?
Well, I don't know, I'm afraid.
It's not up to me.
Well, you've shown exemplary qualities, Rowan.
Trusted your instincts, handled it with tact.
Well done.
Sarge.
Oh, er, just one more thing, Rowan.
Apparently, your friend and mine
has been nicking game birds and trying to flog them off.
Oh well, to be fair to Greengrass, Sarge,
I don't think he actually stole the birds.
Obtained them by false pretences, perhaps.
Do I get the feeling there's a history to this case that I don't know.
And can we make anything stick?
I don't think so, Sarge.
You're a disappointment to me, Rowan.
A big disappointment.
And I thought I was exemplary.
Fair game, I'd say.
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me? ♪
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