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Heartbeat, what do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in my memory?

We have to get you to hospital.

I don't give them any more sedatives.

Has he had any accidents recently?

Because I'm afraid it looks very much like tetanus.

I'll go ahead and clear the way.

for traffic police on the seafront to mark out a reserved parking area. Mrs.

Beresford... I can't have my old folk trekking all the way from the car park.

For a start, one of them's on a walking frame.

I want them set down right by the beach.

I'm not disagreeing with you. I'm just saying it's the Whitby police you need

see. Sergeant Merton, I'm a very busy woman and you are my local officer.

I'm sure I can leave it to you, yes?

Well... Good.

Ring up Whitby and tell him what she wants.

Me, Sarge? Yes, you.

Right.

What is it exactly?

The Aidensfield Old Folks' House. Oh, it's organised by Ashfordly Rotary Club.

Whitby'll know all about it. It happens every year.

So what's she got to do with it? Well, her husband's a Rotarian.

Mind you, who's going to drive the shower bank now that Vernon's away?

Don't ask me.

What do you mean Vernon's not here?

He's gone away.

Gone away?

Urgent business, that's what he said.

Harriet! Amanda, will you stop that at once?

And he definitely won't be back in time. I'm afraid not, but there's no need to

worry. David's a perfectly good driver.

Mr. Crick, I don't think you quite understand.

Vernon was going to drive and look after the old folk.

And quite honestly, I don't think David's quite up to that, do you?

I don't see why not.

Well, I do.

Can you... imagine someone like him, looking after all those old people?

Of course you can't. It's too bad, really, it is.

Where am I going to find another helper at such short notice?

You couldn't come along, I suppose?

No. I mean, I'd like to, but I can't leave the garage.

We gave him the antitoxin as soon as we got to casualty. It didn't make any

difference. Oh, come on, Trish. You did the best you could.

Yeah, I know. I just don't understand it.

What's up with her tonight?

A patient died.

Yeah, Len Fairchild. Worked up the kirpies.

Well, the fitness case. He actually died, did he? Yeah.

You get that from dirty wounds, don't you?

Yes, and apparently he was a walking health risk. Absolutely filthy.

Yeah, well, that's Len for you. Don't think he had a bath the whole of his

Ey up.

Oh, no. Tell her I'm out.

Ah, Oscar.

Just the man.

Change of plan.

I've been let down by Vernon Scripps, so I'm going to need you on the outing.

Me? Yes.

Well, I can't look after 12 old people on my own now, can I? Yeah, well, I'm

very sorry, Mrs Beresford, but I really can't leave the bar.

Yes, you can, Oscar.

I can cope.

Go on, you go and have a nice day out at the seaside with Mrs Beresford. It'll

do you good. You are a member of the Rotary Club, Oscar.

Yeah, well, that's true, but I'm not very good on beaches.

That doesn't matter.

Just so long as I have somebody.

And there really is no one else.

Go on.

I'll have to cancel otherwise.

Don't be a sports board. Just shut up, a pair of... And they're all so looking

forward to it. My father's been simply counting the days.

Saturday? Yes.

The seaside? Oh, Dad.

I've told you about it time and time again.

Oh, I don't remember.

Oh, yes, you do.

We booked your seat weeks ago.

What about my birds?

Oh, it's all arranged.

Harriet and Amanda are going to pop up and check them.

I'll not take no for an answer.

You are coming.

I'll pick you up at nine o 'clock.

No control whatsoever.

Hopeless.

I see.

So, how long will that take?

Right. You let me know as soon as you hear.

I'm just popping out with them, Vicky.

Is everything all right?

Oh, um, it wasn't tetanus.

What? Len Fairchild, he didn't die of tetanus.

So what was it then?

They're not sure. They've got to do more tests.

I got it wrong, Jen.

I misdiagnosed him and he died.

He was just a young man.

Look, Trish, I... No, I should have saved him.

Megan?

Oh, Megan?

Megan?

Megan? Megan?

Help!

Somebody help!

Is there anything I can

do? Oh, Mr. Bradley.

It's my dog.

This is Mike Bradley. This is the new vet from Elstonby. Andrew Lawrence.

I'm afraid I was too late to save Mrs. Beresford's dog. She just gave a little

whimper. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was doing this awful twitching. What

was it? Heart attack?

No. Looks more like some kind of poisoning to me.

Poisoning?

Where did you take her for a walk this morning?

Where I always go, up at Father's. Across the footpath at the curb, please.

She was fine.

Just a usual hapsel.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just a shock.

Twitching, did you say?

Severe muscular spasms.

A man died up at that farm yesterday from tetanus.

Tetanus? Similar sort of symptoms.

No, Mike. Twitches are served in the lab. It wasn't tetanus after all.

They say it could have been poisoning.

Isn't this a bit awkward?

With Len recently dead and everything.

Well, yeah, it is. And Merton says whatever we do, don't let them think we

connect the two deaths.

Otherwise they might clam up.

Yeah. So, just talk about the dog, then.

Yeah.

Very picturesque.

Actually, Phil, I think I'd better go in on my own.

They're pretty suspicious when it comes to us all.

Fine.

It might be an idea, though, to have a look around, see what you can see.

Right.

Poison, you say?

That's what the vet thinks.

And the dog was on your land.

Look, I'm sorry to bother you at a time like this when you've just heard the sad

news about Len, but I have to ask.

Have you by any chance been putting down poison?

No.

You quite sure about that?

Mr. Kirby?

Ah.

Quite sure.

Ah.

So what sort of poisons do you keep on the farm?

I mean, most farms have something on the premises.

Pestified, insecticides, weed killer, sheep dip.

Agrochemicals, antimony, arsenic, household cleaners, lead, lysol,

organophosphates, oxalic acid, thallium. There are so many.

Okay, then first off, which ones would kill both dogs and humans?

If that's what happened, if Celia's dog was poisoned, if Lem was poisoned, the

trouble is we're waiting for the results of two postmortems.

Like ring Andrew and pick his brains.

Andrew. The new vet.

Do I gather he's attractive?

No, I'm just trying to help.

Well, he's rather nice.

Not now. I thought you were supposed to be interested in Dennis.

Maybe, but if he's going to be all Scottish and buttoned up about it all,

then... Oh, hello.

Can I speak to Andrew, please?

He's what?

I see.

No, no, I'll ring later.

What? He's just been called out to the Kirkbys. Their dog's been found dead,

too.

That dog died two days ago. There was no need to fetch the vet.

I'm sorry.

I thought, since we've already had Mrs Beresford's dog die after going on your

land... And a cat.

Yes, I'm afraid so. Mrs Atkins' cat was found dead this morning at the edge of

one of Mr Kirkby's fields.

And then there's Len.

What's he got to do with it?

Nothing. Well, what are you implying?

We're not implying anything.

Let's just concentrate on what's been killing these animals, shall we?

Well, I know what killed that.

How'd Age?

And you may well be right.

I'd still like to do a post -mortem. Well, it's daft, is that?

Let him, Ray. It's no skin off our nose, is it? Just don't go fending off the

bill afterwards. I'm not shelling out on any dead animal, not with the fees you

charge.

David, the coach looks wonderful.

Oh, thank you.

Mrs Beresford's got me these, er, like, sea -thigh clothes I've got to wear as

well. And she's making Mr Blaketon wear, er, what is it? Panama hat.

Yeah, and imagine how much he appreciates that, especially coming from

He doesn't like her much, does he?

He doesn't like being told what to do, that's what.

For a lifetime of ruling the roost in the police station, he can't take it.

Hope you've got permission for all that.

Do what?

Mrs B's most particular.

She can hardly object to chariot, Bernie. Not when she's getting it free.

Mind you, that woman is capable of anything.

Jenny?

Hi.

I've just had a message from your friend Andrew.

Post -mortem results are through.

It was poison, strychnine.

Strychnine? Found in the stomach contents of all three animals.

Did you say strychnine?

Yeah, I did, Bernie, unfortunately.

And Andrew says until they find where the stuff is, no one should let their

animals out of their sight.

Right. I'll see you back at the surgery, OK?

Alfred?

Alfred, come here.

Jen, I found it.

Here we are.

Strychnine is rapidly absorbed by mouth.

Toxic effects begin within ten minutes. Severe spasms may tear the muscles from

the tendons. Oh, that's awful.

Patient fully conscious.

Intense pain, cyanosis, death from respiratory or heart failure.

Five to 15 grams can be fatal.

So the symptoms are the same in humans as in animals. And fit exactly with what

happened to Len.

Look, I know we don't have the results of the post -mortem yet, but you've got

to agree, Len's death looks like more than a coincidence.

Now, I think we should at least phone the police and warn them.

Jen? Just listen to this.

Strychnine poisoning can easily be confused with tetanus.

The symptoms are identical.

There you are, you see? You didn't make a mistake.

I did. An understandable mistake, then, which anyone in your position could have

made. Yeah, and if I hadn't made it, he might still be alive.

Alfred! Come on.

What do you think this is, a crush?

Sorry, Mr Blaketon, I can't let him out on me side.

The vet's dead.

Tell you what, Mr and Mrs Kirkby have got a lot to offer.

Sorry, Alf, you'll have to speak up.

So where was this cat found again?

Over there. And that's the path Mrs. Berreford's dog walked up.

The Kirkby's dog could have picked up the poison anywhere, of course.

Talk about needles in haystack.

The vet said we should be looking for either the baited animal itself or

something that's eaten it.

So, say a crow ate the bait. Yeah. And then dropped dead. And then something

the crow.

Well, that died too, apparently.

Anything?

Nothing, Sarge.

Right.

Phil, you might as well head back to the station.

Mike and I will be paying the Kirkbys another little visit. And this time I'm

going to put the fear of God in them.

So, you don't think it's the Kirkbys, then?

No, it's just not in character.

Well, nobody's saying they did it on purpose, Alf. I mean, they're not the

brightest couple in the world, are they? Oh, I don't know.

There's nothing wrong with Ray Kirkby.

I was at school with him. He was always winning prizes for mental arithmetic.

Well, you know the sort of thing where the teacher fires off questions.

What are five sevens?

Thirty -five.

Oh, that's an easy one.

Eight sevens, that was a nasty one.

Well, Ray, he got it straight off.

Targine.

Fifty -six.

So, um, what's your theory, then?

Fred Cole.

Fred?

You're thinking about that rare bird episode?

Yeah. 1960?

59. Ah, he poisoned... What were they?

Montague Harriers. He said they were frightening his grouse.

Well, the bird people, they went mad. They wanted to take him to court.

He used chicken, didn't he? It was one of his underkeepers who blabbed on him.

He said he got half a sweet jar of the stuff, enough to kill the whole

population of Yorkshire.

And we never found it.

Well, he said he destroyed it. He burned it in a bonfire. We don't know whether

he did or not, but we never had any more trouble.

And you're thinking, what if he didn't get rid of it? What if he kept it? He

breeds poultry, doesn't he? Yeah, we've had a lot of foxes.

I think you're onto something else.

I'd say he needs a visit.

Yes. Of course, when I was in the post office, I got to know him very well.

Oh, well, you'll come along.

Maybe you can spare the time.

Thanks, Huff.

What are you going to lay on the line with these people?

They'll never tell you anything unless you put them under pressure.

Right. They won't be surprised if I lose my rag.

Could be interesting, huh?

Right, I'll get her. Trish, the latest results on Lynn.

And that's definite, is it?

Hello?

Anyone at home?

Any sign?

No.

Must be out of the farm somewhere.

This is Maisie.

She won the village show last year.

Hello, Maisie.

Must keep you busy looking after this lot, Fred.

It does if you do it properly.

Any trouble with foxes?

No.

Now then.

Come and see my yoins.

These are about three weeks old.

What are they?

Light Sussex.

I culled my shells from the sick animal dispensary, Oscar.

I brought them with me when I retired from the estate.

Quite a collection you've got here, Fred.

Oh, well, you never know when a thing might come in useful.

Cattle drench, rose tonic.

Hey, Alf, look at this.

1938.

Aye, those were the days, eh? When the late Lord Ashfordly was alive.

Lovely, lovely days.

Quite a few poisons you've got here, Fred.

Aye.

What do you come round for, Mr Ventress?

It's not just a social call, is it?

Well, a long while ago, back in the 50s, you had a big jar of strychnine.

What's happened to it? Big jar?

Yeah, when we had trouble with those Montague Harriers and the bird

people got on to you because you were putting down baited rabbits.

Well, I got rid of it, didn't I?

Are you sure?

Quite sure.

You see, the thing is, Fred, that your daughter's dog has just died of

strychnine poisoning.

Never.

It was here.

This morning, right as rain. That's where it happened.

After walking up the path by your cottage.

I've been trying to find you.

Yeah, we've been trying to find the Kirkby's. I've had a call from the path

about Len. We were right, it was strychnine.

Len died from strychnine poisoning?

Yep.

I said, Len, we're going to have to bring the Kirkby's in. Soon we're to get

them to talk. And if it was their poison, they could be in big trouble.

Unlawful possession, gross negligence at the very least.

Man slaughter?

Well, that's one for the coroner.

Oh, cheer up, Oscar.

You'll enjoy yourself.

Celia's all right.

Really?

Morning, Oscar.

All ready for the fray? Come along in quickly now. I've got father out in the

car, claimed he'd forgotten all about it, I ask you.

Oh, and Gina, I have an enormous favour to ask. Could I leave the girls with

you?

What? Just while I'm on the outing.

I can't take them because they both get coat thick and Geoffrey's been called

out to see a client.

So I'm really stuck.

Would it be an awful cheek?

No. No, of course not.

And you can wipe the smile off your face, Oscar.

I like looking after kids.

First I've heard of it.

Drive carefully.

Right. That's where I told you, on the front.

Right. Make sure you help them all on and off the bus.

Right. Come on, David.

You'll have Oscar with you and Mrs B. You'll be fine.

Just keep counting them all. Make sure none of them stray.

Oscar? Yeah?

Could you look after Father while I tick off the names?

Hey.

Is that Mrs Kirkby?

Hey, do you reckon they've been arrested?

I've no idea, David. Come on, Fred, let's get you on the bus. No, no, I

like, all these poisonings.

I mean, they reckon that Mr Fairchild died of it as well. I beg your pardon?

You know, strychnine.

You know, like the dogs.

Well, that means it could be murder. Just drop it, David. We're supposed to

cheering them up, not worrying them sick.

Come on, Fred, on the bus.

Up the other end.

Can you manage?

Into that driving seat, then, and remember everything I told you.

All right. Right, Alfred, come on. Yeah, keep an eye on Alfred.

Go on, then.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry, but no dogs.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm not going without Mrs.

Beresford, not with all this poisoning around.

David. Well, I'm sorry. If I can't take Alfred, then, well, you just have to

find yourself another driver.

Well, you'd better give him a bath in the sea, then, as soon as we get there.

think he's rolled in something.

Have a jolly nice time.

Yeah, thanks, Bernie.

What is all this?

Are you arresting us?

Of course not.

We just need to have a little chat and a light of fresh information.

What information is that, Sergeant?

Well, I'm afraid it may come as something of a shock.

We heard yesterday afternoon that Len Fairchild didn't die of tetanus at all.

He died from strychnine poisoning.

All right.

Which means that he, two dogs and a cat, have all died from it.

All very near your farm.

We've never had anything like this happen before.

Never. So what's the explanation?

How would you explain it, Mr Kirby?

Look, the poison we're talking about is lethally dangerous.

Just a few milligrams can kill.

I believe you only need to get some on your fingers, lick them, and that's

enough. Exactly, which is why we need to find this stuff urgently as a matter of

public safety.

I'll ask you again.

Have you put poison down anywhere at all on your farm?

It's good for moulds, Strychnines.

So is that what you've done? Put it down for the moulds?

Us?

Yeah.

We don't have moles.

No.

It's our own business.

All them animals, they're no one then.

That is.

How much did you say it took to kill someone?

Hello there.

How are you doing? In Aidensfield again.

Shall I just plant them to keep away from the place, can I?

Actually, I've been picking up dead crows, of all things.

Dead crows?

To do with this poisoning business.

The police found them yesterday underneath a tree, up at Fred

strychnine again.

Well, that's what I've got to find out, isn't it?

Hiya. Hi, have you met Andrew, the new vet from Elthamby? This is Gina, who

the pub.

Very pleased to meet you, Gina. You'll have to call in for a drink sometime.

I'll fill you in on the neighbourhood gossip.

Aye, I will. I'll do that.

I'll see you. Hope so.

Oh, it's a big... Keen, wasn't it?

No. Yes, it was. You were flirting with him. No, I wasn't. Well, I don't think a

certain person would have liked it if he'd heard you.

Not trying to make the old man jealous, are you? If you mean Dennis, certainly

not, and he's not old either.

All right, I'm coming.

I've got these two for the day, haven't I? Well, Mummy's on a day out.

Just off to the twins.

Come on.

Mind you, it's a good idea.

What? To cheer Dennis up a bit.

All right, why's that then?

Well, you know, he's just a bit reserved.

You're wrong.

Go on.

I can think of nothing better than dancing on the beach.

See a girl you can go and get her your troubles. You'll be out of reach.

You can dance to a rock and roll.

Hear the bossa nova played with soul.

You can dance and twist and shout.

Everybody hear me, come on out on the beach. Come on everybody, stop your feet

on the beach.

You can dance with anyone you meet. Come on.

Have a deck chair.

I need to get home.

Nonsense.

Oscar, get father settled, will you?

Bring an old filly.

All right.

It'll be nice when you get in.

Oh, come on, Alfred.

Mrs. Beresford's going to be angry with me. Come on, David, give him to me. You

go and cheer up Fred, will you?

All right.

Come on, Alfred.

Just you and me.

You fancy a paddle?

All right, please yourself.

Come on.

You all right, Mr. Caldwell?

No.

Not like the seaside much.

Not today.

You know, it's not just all about sitting in deck chairs, you know, the

I mean, there's paddling in the sea, listening to the band,

shrimping. David, tell us again what you were saying about Len Fairchild.

No, I can't. Mr. Blakesy said not.

He died of strychnine, did he?

Same as my daughter's dog. Was that what you said?

And the cat.

And the other dog.

Anyway, how about a nice ice cream?

Eat up, girls.

Then we can play Monopoly. We need to go to Grandad's. OK, but finish your ice

cream first.

We don't like ice cream.

Oh, come on.

I bet you do, Amanda.

No, I don't like it either.

Come on.

Wait a minute.

I'll come with you.

David!

What? Sorry, it's my treat. Don't you worry, Mrs. Beresford.

But that's ice creams and candy flops you've bought.

Ah, well.

Well, they're on the holidays, aren't they?

Hey, look what I've got here.

This is for a sandcastle competition later on.

Wow! Yeah.

Hidden talent.

Who'd have thought?

Don't start digging the tunnel from that side.

And you need a flag. This is a castle. Go and get a flag.

Fred! Come on, get up.

I'm not in the mood.

Well, I'm not sure that's quite what happened.

Very good, all of them.

I was just wondering, the time's nearly up, so would

you mind judging the competition for us? Of course. Of course I wouldn't. It'd

be an honour.

In fact, I'll go and buy a little prize.

By heck, David, you certainly cheered her up. She's almost quite pleasant.

Well, almost.

Mandy, it's disgusting.

Hey, I know.

Who founds your little paddle one?

Where do you think you've been?

Where is Amanda?

Where is she?

What happened?

Well, I never thought I'd see Dad in the water.

Seems to be enjoying himself a lot.

All credit to David, I'd say, Mr Ferris.

Oh, please, do call me Celia.

Dr Thumby's surgery?

Hiya, Jenny, it's Gina.

I need to speak to Tricia. Is she there?

It's Celia's little girl, Amanda.

She's really sick, Tricia.

Do you know what's wrong with her?

No. Look, just get over here.

OK, calm down. Where are you?

Colwell's Cottage.

Right. You stay there. I'll be right over. What about her mum?

How are we going to tell her?

Don't worry. You just stay with Amanda. I'll get Mike to find Celia. She's taken

the old folks to Whitby.

Yeah. Just hurry up, Tricia.

I feel we've become real friends over this trip, don't you?

And as for David, I have to admit I completely underestimated him.

He's been wonderful.

Oscar, if I've been a bit, you know, over the arrangement and all, I do

apologise.

I was just so worried about it all.

All these old people seem such a big responsibility.

I just didn't know if I'd be able to manage.

But everything's gone perfectly, hasn't it?

Well, I think so. Mrs Beresford.

I'm really very sorry, but one of your daughters has taken ill.

Which one?

Amanda. They're not sure what's wrong with her yet, but she's at Ashfordly

Hospital. I can take you there straight away if you like.

Please.

What's going on?

Well, I'm sorry, Fred. It's your granddaughter, Amanda.

She's just been taken into hospital. Oh, no. Not little Amanda. Oh, please,

don't let it be her. She's in the right place, Fred. She'll be fine. I must get

back, Oscar. Please.

I've got to go home.

All right. Hang on.

David!

Can you manage here on your own? I've got to take Fred home.

Where's Mrs.

Beresford? Well, there's been a bit of an emergency.

Just do what you're doing. You're doing a grand job. Just make sure this lot are

on the coach by five o 'clock.

All right?

All right.

All right. Come on, Fred.

Get your shoes on.

Where is she?

Mrs. Barrister, before you go in, I should warn you, she's on a ventilator.

God! It's all right, she's holding her own, only we've had to sedate her

heavily.

Same symptoms as Len?

But less severe.

She may be all right.

Mike, Harriet's been telling me what happened, and I think you should hear.

Come on, what is it? What are you looking for?

I've done something terrible, Oscar.

Just terrible.

Well, you can tell me. I never got rid of that strychnine.

I lied to you.

It was there. I'm sure it was.

In a big sweet jar.

I don't know where it is, Oscar.

Right. If Amanda's got hold of it, I'll never forgive myself. Never. Just hang

on, Fred. Let's think this through.

When did you see it last?

I don't remember.

It's been there for years and years.

Unless I moved it.

Celia keeps telling me I'm losing my memory.

I think I best call Sergeant Merton.

Fritten again. I don't believe it. But only a tiny amount this time. She's

to be fine, I promise you.

All right, then.

Ask your questions.

Anything to help find the wicked, wicked person who's doing this.

Well, that's a bit awkward, actually.

It's about your father.

My father?

How reliable is he, Mrs. Beresford?

I mean, I know his memory won't be as good as it once was.

Well, if you mean is he senile, the answer is no.

He's just a bit forgetful, that's all.

So what do you want to know?

Has he ever mentioned strychnine to you?

I'm sorry?

He's never told you about the jar in his garden shed.

The jar half full of the stuff left over from his gamekeeping days.

What? Well, it's been there for years, apparently, and now he can't find it.

What's he saying?

Is he telling me my own father is responsible?

Mrs. Beresford, I... Well, are you?

I don't touch.

All baited.

See that powder there?

Anything that tries to eat that is a goner.

Not just foxes, birds, hedgehogs.

Now, your sister definitely touched the rabbit, did she?

She was stroking it.

It's been awful, Mike.

I thought they were just picking flowers.

I should have checked.

It's all my fault.

No, it's not.

It is. I was looking at the old shed.

Who did that shit?

I don't know.

Did you go inside?

No. It had a great big lock on the door.

Wait here a minute.

Alfred!

Alfred, come here!

Come here!

You bad dog!

Alfred! You bad dog!

Do you ever do that again?

So what's this, then?

Well, it's Ray Kirkby's barn. Ask him about it, not me. Come in, please.

The shed was used by Len.

Apparently, he made a bit of extra cash selling skin.

Len Fairchild, I knew it. All right, Mr. Caldwell.

So you knew what he was up to in here?

He just asked if he could use the building. We never thought to look

though, did we? No.

But you knew he was killing foxes?

Yes. Well, how did you think he was doing it?

Did you never suspect he might be putting down poison?

Suspected, yes.

So why didn't you tell us?

It's up to you to find out, isn't it? That's your job.

Look, a child has nearly died.

Mercifully, she's all right, but she might not have been.

You knew we were dealing with a deadly poison, and yet you have the cheek to

it was up to us to find out where it was.

I have a good mind to have you both up on a charge of obstruction.

Get this jar off the forensics before it does any more damage.

It's bad enough him not telling us about the poison in the first place, but

you're asking to disgust me.

Totally disgust me.

Well, where is he? Is he back yet? You should never have left him in sole

charge. Not David. You know what he's like.

He should have been back ages ago.

Well, maybe he's broken down.

You'd better stop in, Bernie, and fetch that sharabang back home. We've just had

a message that David's gone missing and the old folks, they're stranded.

So this Len character, he was the one putting the stuff down?

Yes. He must have heard that Fred Caldwell had someone in his shed and

it, I suppose.

To kill foxes? Hmm.

So how on earth did he manage to poison himself?

Well, he wasn't exactly brain of Britain.

And he never washed.

That's right, never washed, handled the poison, got someone his fingers, then

out to his food. Well, you only need a small amount to kill you, don't you,

Andrew?

Yes, I believe so.

So if he did it, I suppose the case is closed.

the culprit becomes his own victim.

That's right. Can't prosecute a dead man.

So no charges, then? No. Well, we could have charged Fred Caldwell, of course,

for illegal possession, but we thought he'd been punished enough with a shock

had over Amanda.

Not to mention what his daughter's going to say to him. Can't you just imagine

having met her?

Well, I'm off.

My stomach says supper time.

Me too. I'm starving.

Well, why break up the party? We could ask Gina to pick us up some sandwiches.

Tricia? Oh, not for us, Jen. I've made a pasta.

See you. See you.

See you.

I'm off to watch the football. I'll see you tomorrow.

Bill?

And what about you, Andrew?

Er, better not.

My wife will have cooked something.

See you.

Bye, Andrew. Ta -ra.

Looks like it's just you and me then, Jenny.

Soup and sandwiches for two, please, Gina.

Coming up.

Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

You've done some things in your time, but look at the people around now!

Don't you come up to me!

Any news, Hawker?

Oh, they're still checking.

Cheer up, Bernie. It's not the end of the world.

They've been missing for hours now, chasing after Alfred like that.

Oh, David would do anything for Alfred.

Yeah.

All right.

Yeah, thanks.

David's on his way back.

What happened?

He got cut off by the tide, had to be rescued by a fishing boat.

What about Alfred?

Didn't mention him.

Perhaps he looked at thee. Thank you, Jenny.

Bye. Yeah, he's been picked up by the Whitby police. He should be back here

minute.

David.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Scripps.

Where's the dog?

Alfred!

Right then, to celebrate the safe return of our two old sea dogs... Do you ever

go missing again? ...it's drinks on the house.

Yeah!