Lovejoy

To Sleep No More

Season 1, Ep 6, Aired 2/14/86
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  • Episode Description
  • Sam Wendell, an old forger, dies of a heart attack while being pursued by a mysterious priest, leaving behind one of his small forgeries. Sam had told his wife it was the key to a fortune, and the priest soon tries to break into the Wendell house. Lovejoy aims to unravel the puzzle, by way of helping Sam's widow (who's left with very little) to recover anything of value. Along the way, Lovejoy dresses up as a priest.moreless

  • Cast & Crew
  • Dudley Sutton

    Tinker Dill

  • Ian McShane

    Lovejoy

  • Phyllis Logan

    Jane Felsham

  • Chris Jury

    Eric Catchpole

  • Malcolm Tierney

    Charlie Gimbert

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  • Trivia & Quotes
  • Quotes (3)

    • Eric:Between you and me, your ladyship, the only genuine antique around here is that car. Lovejoy:Cheeky sod! She's practically pawing the ground, ready to be off. When you change the tyres.

    • Eric: Take that dog collar off, Lovejoy. The saint-like look doesn't suit you.

    • Lovejoy: Ruin my fifty! That's people in the antique game for you; warm, decent, sentimental and soft-hearted as a cricket ball. Whatever Sam wanted to tell me I thought I never know, but I was wrong, even in death he manage to drag me into a nasty hassle. Put it another way, the usual tale of lust, greed and treachery in our distinguished trade.

    Notes (1)

    • The locations for To Sleep No More include the cricket field, the market and the churchyard at Hadleigh, in Suffolk, the town of Bury St Edmunds, and The Rosary Hotel at Dedham, in Essex.

    Allusions (1)

    • The title of this episode comes from the famous "To be or not to be..." speech in Shakespeare's play Hamlet: Hamlet: To be, or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep - no more. And by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub. Or in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil...

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