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

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

Whip to your mind. Mum, we lost the major order because you failed to pass

message on.

Beware if they've got no answer.

Helen!

Don't worry, Teresa, love. I can manage without.

What if you need something?

Then I'll have to wait, won't I?

That order would have made us.

So from now on, there's one phone that stays downstairs where she can't get to

it, right?

Keys.

You have to be at Hallowell's at ten.

Do me a favour, don't be late.

Good morning.

Is it?

Blood pressure's up a bit.

Everything all right?

Simon was a bit cross this morning.

He's under a lot of strain.

Looks like he's not the only one. I'm sorry, but I've got to go.

Oh, Teresa does all the, what do you call it, canvassing.

Finds the customers for Simon. She's very good.

I'll do my best now. Have you got everything you need?

I'll be fine, really.

Stop worrying.

Right, I'll just get my things together and then I'll go.

What is it your son sells?

Twin tubs.

Not only do they do your washing for you, but they wring it out much better

any mangle can.

You should get one, Dr Trent.

Sounds to me like you should be on the sales team.

I'd have enjoyed it, but it's too late.

No use to man the beast now.

Can I ask you something, Dr Trent?

What's the matter?

You won't let me be in any pain, will you, when I die?

I thought the new medicine was working.

Oh, it is.

I feel much better now.

Well, if that changes, tell me.

I'll do anything I can to help you. I know you will, but... What if it's not

enough?

I'm not frightened of dying. I just want it over, quickly.

Are you asking me to...

Help you on your way.

I just want to go to sleep and not wake up again.

Please, Dr. Trent.

Helen, I don't want to suffer unnecessarily.

I won't let that happen, I promise.

Trust me, Betty.

I'll look after you.

I know the way. I've got to dash.

What's reported theft?

Right. And, uh... Your name, sir?

Cartwright.

Cartwright. And your address?

Cartwright Farm.

Oh. You must be Young Rose's brothers, then.

Aye, that's right.

And, uh, what's been stolen, Mr Cartwright?

Strawberries.

Strawberries?

Aye, you know those little red things that you eat with cream round this time

year?

Half a field stripped in the night.

Could it have been slugs?

What?

Well, they ate my auntie's spinach last year.

Do you know, they'd all gone overnight.

Someone's nicked me strawberries and I want it taken seriously.

Oh, I'm sure PC Younger was taking it seriously, sir.

Go on, then.

It's your case.

You have to take statements, visit the scene of the crime.

Chop, chop.

My own case.

Oh, good morning.

Morning.

There.

Let them brighten your room up a bit.

They're lovely.

Teresa's left me a list of things to get from the market. Is there anything you

want yourself?

No, Fred.

Between the pair of you, I want for nothing.

Oh, go on with you.

I'll pop back with everything this afternoon.

I shan't be going for an hour, so you can always give me a call.

It's broken.

So silly. I knocked it off the table.

Simon's getting me a new one.

Oh, well, if it's all under way, I'd best be getting on.

Your secret admirer?

There's nothing secret about Fred.

What you see is what you get.

He'd do anything for me. He's a good friend.

But that's all mine.

What?

He

didn't

see anyone acting suspicious.

It happened in the night.

Perhaps one of your neighbours heard something.

I'll go and make

enquiry.

I've got...

the shop in, Betty.

It's in the kitchen. I'll make some tea.

Oh, and I've got some fruitcake.

Tea and fruitcake.

Yes, but if you hang around the waiting room to see me after surgery, they'll

all think you've got a personal problem.

Yeah, I don't care what they think. Well, I do.

So sit down and behave and I'll put the kettle on.

Dr. Trent?

Mr. Braithwaite?

Yes, of course. I'll be right over.

Is it urgent?

Very.

Sorry.

What happened?

Well, I got here and found her.

Would you like to go with her?

Yeah.

Hang on, what about Frieza? She's out.

I'll hang on and let her know.

I'm very sorry.

She's dead.

I know it's not much consolation, but she didn't suffer.

I don't know.

I should have stayed home.

There will have to be a post -mortem.

It was earlier than expected, and, well, we have to be sure it was her cancer.

It's just a formality.

The police and the coroner will have to be informed.

Police. Right away, sir.

Both Morton Resort and Mrs Hackett.

Overdose. Her painkillers?

Yeah, suicide, apparently.

Well, it's not possible.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Seems it all got too much for her.

No, I mean, her medicine was kept downstairs, out of reach.

Well, it seems someone must have helped her.

Yes. Was she even asked me to?

I said no.

So someone gave in?

Maybe they thought what they were doing was right.

But it isn't.

No. I'm not even sure she was ready to go just yet.

What do you mean?

Well, there's no doubt she wanted to die. It's just I got the impression she

talking about when the pain became unbearable.

Not now.

Oh, is that David about?

You tell me. Probably taking a nap.

You're working too hard, that lad. Chances be a fine thing. Keeps falling

asleep.

Something must be keeping him awake at night.

Well, I can't imagine what.

Oh, here he is. Hey, wee willy -winky.

Answer the phone if it goes, will you?

And try and stop looking so dopey.

Oh, I'm shattered, Aunt Peggy.

It was all right for you speaking all the way there and all the way back.

Why do we have to pick strawberries in the middle of the night anyway?

I told you.

This farmer reckons if you pick fruit when... when they're asleep,

they feel no pain.

A happy berry is a tastier berry, or so he says.

Oh. All right.

But why's it all such a big secret, then?

Listen.

Just because he believed in all this hippie nonsense, we don't want folk to

think that we do.

So, not a word.

Understood?

You know a bit else. He says she killed herself.

She was in such pain.

I'd put cross with her. I can't help, can I?

I understand the medicine was kept downstairs, out of reach.

Well, that's right, so... Just a minute. Could she have taken the overdose on

her own, without help?

My mother's just died.

You know, first of all, you suggest she took her own life, and now you're

accusing her, swat off, killing her.

I'm just trying to establish the facts, Mr Hackett. Well, you can go and

establish your facts elsewhere, cos we wouldn't have anything to do with that.

If, as you agree, the medicine was kept downstairs where she couldn't get it,

somebody must have helped give her it.

Now, it's our job to find out who.

Could anyone else have moved your mother's medication?

Well, other people came to the house. Mr Braithwaite.

From next door, the doctor.

You think one of them did it?

How would I know?

Yes.

Dr Trent.

Dr Trent?

She agreed to do it.

I didn't realise at the time, but now... I overheard a thing. She'd helped Betty

to die.

I thought they took enough not to do that sort of thing. You wait, I'll see

sent down for it. Let's just calm down, show him, Mr Hackett. What exactly did

you overhear?

Betty asked Dr Trent to help end it.

Said she didn't want to linger on.

And Dr Trent said, I won't let that happen, I promise.

Trust me, Betty, I'll look after you.

We're looking into the circumstances surrounding Mrs Hackett's death.

Well, of course, but couldn't this have waited? I have patience.

Theresa Hackett said that she would help her to die.

What?

Well, that's against everything I stand for.

Did Mrs Hackett ask you?

Yes, and I explained there was no need.

And she actually said that she didn't want to linger on?

That she didn't want to suffer.

And you replied...

I won't let that happen, I promise.

Trust me, Betty, I'll look after you.

I meant that I wouldn't let her suffer unnecessarily, that I'd keep her pain

under control.

But those were your actual words?

Yes.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

I've asked everywhere, but nobody heard anything.

Right.

And I'm guessing no one will have heard out last night either.

Last night?

They came back and stripped the next five rows.

If they came back for more, they've got to be selling them somewhere.

Then perhaps you should be asking down at the village, eh?

Not bothering folk who couldn't have seen anything anyway.

Yes.

I do know the procedure.

Thank you.

Thanks for your time, Dr Trent.

You'll be hearing from us again.

You don't think Dr Trent did it, do you?

It doesn't matter what I think, Walker.

Procedures are there to protect the innocent as well as punish the guilty.

Assisted suicide or murder, we do this by the book.

I want you to get everybody in for an interview.

I'll inform CID and the Medical Executive Council.

Are you suggesting that I buy dodgy strawberry?

It's a bit of a coincidence. I got them off Tommy Davis, the green grocer. Same

as I always do.

Oh, come on, Gina, hurry up.

Be patient.

I've got a barrel to change.

Haven't you finished yet?

Well, I suppose so.

Ta -da!

Thanks, Oscar.

Maybe I'm getting a bit ahead of myself using oil paints.

It gets everywhere.

Nightmare to get off your hands.

Everyone knows what you've been up to.

Is this really necessary?

Afraid so.

CID? Yep.

And I expect the executive council would have heard by now.

Yeah. They won't take something like this lightly.

I'll have to get on to the medical defence union as soon as I get back.

It's just procedure.

No -one's actually going to believe you were involved.

We're going to check these prints against the prints on the bottle.

My prints are on the bottle. I handled it when I explained the dosage.

We're not looking for your prints.

We're looking for prints that shouldn't be there.

Like the neighbours.

Fred Braithwaite.

I know Betty said he'd do anything for her, but he was the one who called for

help. Maybe he changed his mind.

Sorry, Hayes.

Betty thought the world of you.

And she was right.

As she always was.

David!

You found Mrs Hackett?

Well, I got back from the market. I knew as soon as I saw something was wrong, I

called the doctor.

And had she ever expressed her fears to you about dying in pain?

Well, it preyed on her mind, yes.

And did she ever talk to you about helping her to end her own life?

No, no.

Never.

And yet you were her closest friend?

Not that close.

The family.

The doctor.

Haven't you spoke to them?

Not me.

Where were you during the day, Mr Hackett? In the office.

Apart from nipping out for a sandwich lunchtime for about... I don't know, 20

minutes.

My secretary can confirm that.

Did you get on with your mother?

Yeah.

I'm not saying it were easy, living with her, caring for her, but... While I'm a

son, it was my duty.

And who was responsible for giving your mother her medicine?

Teresa.

I didn't really have anything to do with it, you know, the day -to -day care.

It's more of a woman's job, really, isn't it?

Did she perhaps suggest that you might leave the bottle within reach?

No. She never asked me to help her like that.

And I couldn't have done it.

Simon would never forgive me.

And what did you hear Dr Trent say?

Betty was worried about lingering on.

And Dr Trent said she wouldn't let that happen.

Trust me, Betty, she said, I'll look after you.

And you had no idea what was about to happen?

I'd never have left if I had.

It's silly.

I can't quite believe she's gone, you know. I keep thinking I ought to go home

and make sure she's all right.

I've only had to know what Dr Trent was going to do.

Thank you very much. Roll up! Roll up!

First strawberries of the season.

Picked overnight for added fresh... No, no, sorry, love. Can only let you have

the one. I've got to be fair to others because I haven't got that many left.

Come on, men!

I can't understand it.

Normally the first strawberries of the season fly out of here.

Why do you think no one's buying them now?

No idea.

Don't suppose that can interest you in some strawberries, ever? Not likely.

Oh, maybe people are being sold strawberries cheaper.

Cheaper?

Not possible.

You can't beat me on price.

Fresher? Now you wash your mouth out, young man.

I am usually the first to step forward and help the lawful police in the line

duty, but I will not have you coming in here. I'm sorry, Mr Davis, I'm sorry.

It's just that somebody's been stealing strawberries from down at Cartwright

Farm.

Not just the odd one or two, either.

They've all done that, but lots.

It's my job to find out whom.

Well, you've got your work cut out, haven't you?

How do you mean?

How do you know when a strawberry's stolen, eh?

I mean, you take old Bert there, sheep farmer.

Marks his flock. We're rude.

That way, if they stray, he knows exactly which it is. And should anyone

rustle them... Hey.

That's it.

What?

Thanks, Mr Davis.

You're welcome.

Can't be easy, watching someone in pain.

Suffering.

Knowing that you can end it for them.

The new medication controlled the pain.

She wasn't ready to die.

And with respect, if I finished off all my patients in that situation, I

wouldn't have much of a practice left.

But if the pain was unbearable... If it did, then I would have given her more

painkillers, stronger ones.

But that's my job, to increase the painkillers when needed until... The

dies from overdose?

No.

Dies from their illness.

Must be hard to draw the line sometimes.

I know how to do my job.

No -one's saying that you don't, Dr Trent.

I thought that was exactly what the sergeant was suggesting.

We're just trying to find out the truth, that's all.

Really?

Well, I've given you my statement.

And if there are no further questions, I'd like to get back for evening

We may want to talk to you again, Dr Trent.

Then perhaps you should make an appointment.

I can see this isn't going to be easy.

What exactly are you doing?

Never you mind.

Oh, come on, Jeff, just tell us.

You'd only laugh if I did tell you.

We won't, will we?

Well, if you must know, I'm painting the flock like a shepherd.

So I can identify them if they get rustled.

Oh, strawberry rustling.

Ah, that's a good one, that.

But you're painting red onto red. Now, that's a bit hard to see, isn't it?

Exactly. The thieves would notice if I painted them blue, wouldn't they?

We'll get through this. Come on.

He was accusing me.

You know what Miller's like. Don't let it get to you.

I'm trying, but it's not easy with accusations being thrown around.

And Teresa panicked.

She might have misunderstood.

That doesn't give her the right to say that I killed Betty.

She's frightened that Simon's going to blame her. And having met him, I'm not

surprised.

Either that or she's covering up for him.

And then there's Fred Braithwaite. He's hiding something too.

Maybe he saw Simon or the car at the house.

You think Simon did it?

Why? Well, so let's just confirm that he gets everything.

So you think this is all about money?

It usually is, trust me.

What about Miller?

You leave him to me.

Simon had the means and the motive.

All I've got to prove is he had the opportunity.

Come on.

It'll all be all right.

Trust me.

It'll just take some time to sort out.

Hello, Dr. Trent speaking.

Yes.

Was that...

I understand.

Yes, I will. Goodbye.

That was the executive council.

I've been suspended.

You okay?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Burley. You'll have to go to Ashfordly.

Dr. Bradley will see you there.

Rob, unless we find out who did this, my career is over.

Matt D. has Shiner on the phone.

Says we haven't heard any progress by the end of the week he's taken over.

His money's on Dr Trenton's assisted suicide and I'm inclined to agree.

Women look at things differently.

They tend to get swayed by emotion.

Not Helen.

Report on the fingerprints, Sarge.

Four sets of prints on the bottle.

Dr Trent, Simon and Teresa Hackett and the pharmacist.

All this does is rule out the neighbour, Fred Braithwaite. Except Simon Hackett

said he never gave his mother her medicine.

If it was kept in the kitchen cupboard, he'd not find it hard to explain away.

As much as I like your theory,

it does nothing to help Dr Trent.

Nothing at all.

The truth will out, lad. Wait and see.

Will it?

You know, Alf, I'm not so sure either.

It's not looking good.

I thought you were on your own case.

Or have you drawn a blank?

You can go back to cleaning cars, you know.

I'm a Federation rep. And your Federation rep is at a conference. Get

you.

Now, I know as well as you that Dr Trent could never have got involved with

something like this.

It doesn't matter what we think, though, does it?

As soon as Miller gets on someone's case, he just won't listen.

And then there's Shiner putting ideas into his head.

Is that so?

Look, there's some sort of cover -up going on here, Alf.

And Miller's fallen for it, hook, line and sinker.

I can't do this. Stand back and watch them break her? She's completely

Look, take my advice.

Stop badgering Miller.

You keep pestering him, he just sticks his heels in further.

If you want to prove to him that she's innocent, you've just got to find out

who's hiding what.

I said all I had to say yesterday.

I had a feeling there was something you weren't telling us.

There's nothing more I wish to say.

I know you didn't do it, if that's any help. No, it isn't.

Not really.

Did you see Simon come back during the day? See his car there, maybe? I was out

at the market.

And anyway, he wouldn't come home during the day. He works all hours trying to

make a success of his business.

And did it?

No.

No.

Betty worried about it.

Could be why she chose to... Apart from the pain, I mean.

Well, that would give Simon a motive for helping her.

Is that what you were trying to do?

Show that it needn't be Dr Trent?

She's been suspended.

Oh.

I'm sorry about that, she's a good woman.

Brave.

But there's nothing I can do to help her.

It'll go cold.

I'm sure there's loads of things I should be doing.

But I can't seem to stop thinking about what might happen.

You didn't do anything.

Doesn't matter.

The suspicion will be enough.

Would you go to a doctor who might have killed a patient?

The police will find out who really did it.

You've got to trust them, Helen.

You've got to trust Rob.

Hi,

Simon.

I was very sorry to hear about your mother.

Yeah, thanks.

Can't quite believe she's gone yet.

No.

What can I get you?

Simon's out. He should be back soon.

Actually, you might be able to help me, Mr Packett.

We've just had the forensics report back on that medicine bottle.

At the fingerprints.

Oh? What about them?

Well, your husband's prints were on the bottle.

And yet he says that he had nothing to do with the medication.

Said it was your job.

The bottle was in the cupboard.

By the whisky, Simon had the topmost night. He may have touched it then.

To ease the pressure of the business.

We know it was in trouble.

Exactly what are you saying, Constable?

It can't have been easy.

Seeing her every day, slowly dying.

Struggling financially.

Knowing that as soon as she was out of the way, everything would be all right.

He didn't do it.

Think hard.

Is there anything you've omitted to tell us?

I've done nothing but think about it.

You're wrong about him.

Am I?

I want you to go.

These are questions that will need to be answered at some point, Mrs Hackett. In

the meantime, if you do remember anything, you know where to find me.

I hope you're not going to tell me you're sorry.

Mr. Hackett, I'm sorry for your loss.

But I've done nothing that needs an apology.

Oh, that's rich.

You never even gave me the chance to say goodbye to her.

I had nothing to do with it.

Look, I don't think it's just the right place to be having this conversation.

No, you're right. I don't think any of us should have to have a drink with the

woman who murdered my mother. Hey, hang on. Look, I came in here to get away

from all this. Have a drink in peace.

Yeah, what a good idea, Simon.

I'm not having anyone throwing accusations around in my pub. Now, I

emotions are running high, but it's down to the law to decide who's guilty and

who's not. Not you.

So if you don't mind, on your way.

Pay no attention.

I won't.

I've done nothing wrong.

And I refuse to sit back and let my career be ruined by that man.

I'm sorry about that.

Oi! Oi!

No one's going to buy damaged goods.

Sorry. What are you checking them for, anyway?

The batch got taken last night.

And you're looking for marks to show where they come from? Like them sheep I

telling you about?

Yeah. You marked the strawberries?

That's right, with some oil paint I borrowed.

I thought it might work, but I've checked everywhere and they're all

Well, I never, eh?

Silly idea, I know.

We're out to the summit.

It's my first case, you see.

I don't know what to do next.

That's a hard one, I'll grant you.

Perhaps if you caught the thieves actually taking them.

Sticked out the field, you mean?

Sticked out a barn before.

Waste of time if you ask me.

Couldn't make or break you, you know, lad.

You've seen how they do it in them films.

Lie low, ta -da, wait for the kill, and then pounce.

Then there's the car chase.

I've got a bike.

That's a push -by.

Well, it probably won't get to the car chase.

I could just hide behind a hedge and jump out at them as they start a

the strawberries.

That'll do the trick, yeah.

Thanks.

Mr Brathwaite, what can I do for you?

It's about Betty Hackett.

About what you said.

There's something troubling me.

You'd best come in.

What's going on?

Something happened?

A policeman's been here.

Asking questions about you.

Wanted me to help her die, you know.

And I turned her down.

Quite rightly.

No, I should have done it.

That's what she wanted.

I hid behind arguments like playing God, stuff and nonsense.

Too much of a coward, truth be told.

I didn't want her to go.

Not yet.

I thought it was Dr Trent.

She's got the guts.

But what you said, and, well, what I've heard, set me

thinking.

And what started troubling you?

Betty lets me use a couple of her fields for grazing, and the barn for storage.

It helps me out, and it helps look after them for the family.

Simon isn't cut out for farming.

and she knew I were worried about what would happen to the fields after she

died. So she promised me that she would leave them to me in her will.

She would never have killed herself without doing that for me.

But the solicitors say that Simon gets everything.

They've drawn up another will, but she hasn't signed it. She hasn't the chance,

you see.

So I thought I'd stake out the remaining strawberries.

Strawberries aren't tall enough to need staking out.

No, I mean... Look, you've been on a few stakeouts in your

time. How do you make them more exciting?

You don't. They're dead boring. The excitement comes with making the arrest.

makes the hanging around worth it. If you don't catch the culprit, it's no

no fun at all.

Take the advice of an old hand.

You take plenty of layers.

A flask of tea and a stack of sandwiches.

Oh, dear.

Mrs Ventress's strawberry jam is very runny.

Homemade jam, is it?

Mrs Ventress grows her own strawberries, I'll have you know.

Alf called the solicitors and they confirmed that they were due to meet

afternoon, but then had to reschedule.

So without a signature on the new will, the old one stands?

And we know that Simon Hackett had to sell everything and move in with his

mother to finance his business, which isn't going very well. Even though she

only a few more weeks to live? Maybe he wasn't prepared to wait.

Maybe he wanted to make sure before she could change the will.

Does Mr Hackett know about this change of plan?

I'm not sure.

Maybe I should give him a call.

I want to make a complaint about police harassment.

I'm sorry, Sarge, he just about asked.

The investigation of an alleged murder can hardly be described as police

harassment, Mr. Hackett. Now, while you are here, there are several questions we

would like to ask you.

Living with a sick old lady who held a purse strings can't have been easy.

I may not have been the best son in the world, but I wouldn't hurt her. And the

business was in trouble?

Temporary problem.

The bank's about to foreclose.

They knew they'd get their money. When your mother died. That's right.

Yeah, maybe she wasn't going to die soon enough.

I love my mother.

And she began to get better on this new medicine. You began to worry.

Nope. Get impatient.

Nope. And the final straw came when she decided to change her will.

You thought you were being cut out of the will and you panicked.

I'm sorry, but I've no idea what you're talking about.

When you look, there's no one there.

You're gonna find me out in the country.

Simon Hackett claims he knew nothing about the world change. Andy has an

Why didn't the solicitor turn up?

They said that they spoke to Betty the morning of her death and rescheduled.

He couldn't have.

Why not?

Betty told me Simon took the telephone downstairs.

He was angry with her for forgetting to pass on a message.

They said they spoke to Mrs. Hackett.

There's more than one miss like it.

What are you doing now?

I'm waiting.

For the thieves.

You stick out like a sore thumb.

Aye, what you'll need's a disguise.

What, you mean like dress up as a bush or something?

That'd be good.

No, wait.

I've got a much better idea.

No one will spot you now?

Ah, you'll catch them, no problem.

We should tell that sergeant of yours what a grand job you've done. A real

Right.

Let's get him into position.

One, two, three.

Listen,

I'm not so sure this is a very good idea.

Well, you want to catch them, don't you?

Just imagine the look on that sergeant's face.

Yes, but if they do come back, it's no good me being up here, is it?

I'll need to give chase.

Well, just give us a shout when they're in film.

And we'll run up and help.

OK.

OK.

Right, off to the pub, then.

Oh, blimey, not you again. Look, I've told you. It's not you we've come to

Mr Hackett. It's your wife.

What are you going on about?

Someone had to have taken the call about the change in the solicitor's

appointment.

You had brought the phone downstairs.

Mr Braithwaite? It was a woman she spoke to.

A Mrs Hackett.

I popped back at lunchtime to make sure Betty was all right.

I was worried about her all day without the phone.

You were here.

That's not what you said in your statement.

I panicked.

I knew it would look bad.

I knew Simon would blame me.

You saw Mrs Hackett?

I just put my head round the door and saw that Betty was asleep, so I didn't

disturb her.

I didn't know she'd been given an overdose, I swear.

You could have saved her.

Don't you think I feel bad enough about it?

It's all right.

You couldn't have known what that woman had done.

We haven't done anything wrong. What I want to know is why you haven't arrested

that doctor.

In light of new evidence, Mr Hackett. Oh, come on, what evidence do you need?

She killed my mother.

Look, I demand you take action.

All in good time, sir.

You took the call about the will change, didn't you?

Yes, but I didn't know what the appointment was for.

The receptionist says you talked about changing the will, thinking you were

Betty. She's lying.

Why would she?

Must have come as a bit of a shock.

The woman you'd cared for, nursed.

Rushed back at lunchtime to check on. She was cutting you out of the will.

Hardly an act of gratitude.

After all you've done for her.

You had to stop her.

I had no choice.

How could she do it to us?

How could she?

You?

You let them accuse me.

You said nothing as I accused Dr Trent.

It was you.

I'm so sorry.

She wanted to die.

Not yet, she didn't.

But if I'd waited, we would have lost everything.

We had a dream, remember?

A home, a comfortable life, a family. I worked hard for it, we both did.

And she was going to wipe it out just like that. I couldn't let her.

Please believe me, I did it for us.

No.

I think we'd better continue this down the station.

We've charged your wife with murder, Mr Hackett.

We've been detaining her all night, so you might as well go home.

I'd advise you to contact your solicitor.

I'll get on to CID.

How could she do this, do you reckon?

Even if one was cutting us out of the will, we'd have managed.

Well, that's just it. She wasn't.

She was changing the will, but not to cut you out.

Your neighbour, Fred, he used a couple of her fields.

She wanted to hand them over to him as a way of saying thank you.

And that was it?

That was it.

So all this... because of a couple of fields.

Thanks.

Just in time.

I could do with some company.

How about some good news to go with the company?

Don't keep me in suspense.

We've just charged Teresa Hackett with murder. She confessed.

She came back and added the medicine to Betty's lunchtime soup.

That'll set tongues wagging.

Oh, Rob, I don't care.

I'll ring the executive council first thing, get my suspension lifted.

Already in hand.

Well, come on.

I think a celebration's in order.

Besides, it'll give me a chance to spread the word, let everyone know I'm

in business.

Two pints, please, Gina.

Wouldn't you be better off with a black toffee, David?

Sorry. Just haven't been getting much sleep recently.

Is that all of your aunt, David?

That looks like the paint I lent PC Younger.

I don't believe it.

It worked.

Ah, the strawberry thieves.

Hey, who you calling a thief?

You can't deny it, Peggy. I'll have you know that my little strawberry business

is all above board.

Is that so?

Yeah, I have a little arrangement at Lungton Farm.

Oh, not the hippie.

Yeah, that's right. Left, just over the bridge on our way.

Right, just over the bridge, David.

No, he said left. He said left, right over the bridge on...

Teresa's confessed to everything.

I'm off the hook.

Oh, Helen, that's fantastic news.

Isn't it, Fred?

I never believed it to the last.

I mean, neither... You must be relieved your young lad is in the clear.

So, you see, it was just a little misunderstanding, that's all.

And, I mean, anybody could mix up the right with the left.

Especially David.

There's a solution to this sticky situation.

We'll take Mr Lugton's share this week.

And yours.

And you all owe Jeff a pint, as well as an apology.

Why? We still caught them.

Yeah, red -handed.

Speaking of Jeff, where is he?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Help!

Help me!

I don't want the reputation of my station being ruined by a reckless

shouldn't be seeing each other.

What might an escaped prisoner on the run do?

Where's Dr. Trent?

He's abducted her and smashed her throat with a carving knife six or seven times

in a mad frenzy.