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

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

through our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the faith of the Holy

Ghost, be with us all evermore.

Amen.

Least training colleges and textbook theory are all very well.

But they are no substitute for what, Bellamy?

Um... Experience, Sarge. Exactly, Bradley.

Experience. So then, Nicholson, off you go. Time's time to beat. Experience real

people in real situations.

On my own, Sarge? Sergeant.

Yes, off you go.

Right.

Brilliant.

Thanks.

We can't puppy -walk him forever, but I still want him watched like a hawk.

Understand? Yes, Sarge.

Ventress, did you hear me? I want him kept an eye on.

Yes, Sarge.

But I'm off on leave tomorrow. My fishing trip to Whitby, remember?

Yes, but you're still on duty now, so get on with it.

Well, I'm just going through my bids and bobs before I leave.

Is this what you're looking for, Ventress?

Your warrant card?

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Wouldn't want to lose that. Indeed not.

A week's peace and quiet.

I can't wait.

Me and collars and ties don't get on well.

Not just your collar. I saw you yawning at the graveside. It creates a bad

impression with the family.

And does wolfing down all their sandwiches.

Everything to your satisfaction?

All right for the money, I suppose.

Well, she was a great character, your ma 'am.

Certainly had a good innings.

And where did it get her?

We've buried her, Harry. Let's just... What?

Forget I've been robbed blind?

£2 ,000 she had in that post office.

It should have been mine.

It was her decision, Harry. We should never have put her in that home. My ma

'am?

Well... She were losing her marbles.

She took advantage.

Who did?

That Hargreaves woman that run the place.

Old folks.

They go in there.

She wheedles round them, gets them to change their wills in her favour. Harry!

Before you know it, bingo.

They've snuffed it.

Hang on, Harry.

These are very serious allegations about Mrs Hargreaves.

I'll just post in the post office and take you ladies shopping.

Practising to be a tightrope walker? You're too close to the junction.

Well, I can't pull back any further.

Then I suggest you move it, madam. Oh, for goodness sake.

I'll have to give you a parking ticket. Don't be ridiculous. You can see I've

elderly passengers with me. Everything all right, Nicholson?

This vehicle's causing an obstruction.

It's parked too close to the junction, Sarge.

Sergeant. And what are you going to do about it?

Drag me to the station and beat me with rubber hoses?

There's no need to be flippant, Mrs Hargraves.

Well, it's absolutely ludicrous. We're only doing a bit of shopping.

Well, I suggest you go about your business and move your vehicle as soon

possible. Good Lord.

A policeman showing common sense. Whatever next?

Oh, now look what you've done.

Vera! Vera!

Just me!

Less than 15 yards. I measured it, Sergeant.

Mrs. Dobson was a patient of mine, yes?

Why, did you speak to her much before she died?

I attended her. What's this about?

Well, Harry Dobson's not happy that his mother left all her money to Betty

Hargreaves at the nursing home. Oh, isn't he?

Now, I do some investigative work from time to time, and Mr. Dobson's asked me

to confirm that everything was above board.

In what way?

Well, he seems to think that Betty Hargreaves might have taken advantage of

mother's state of mind to influence her decision.

That's nonsense. Betty's a first -class nurse.

Gladys genuinely thought the world of her and there was nothing wrong with her

state of mind.

She died quite suddenly, I gather.

Yes, but she was terminally ill.

Was there a post -mortem?

It's common procedure with sudden death.

And? And there was nothing untoward.

Slightly higher than expected traces of morphine were found.

Really? I must stress, the levels were puzzling rather than alarming.

Fountain pen?

Yes.

What sort of value?

Sentimental. I understand.

Right, leave it with us, sir.

Another one?

Fountain pen.

Swiped at the post office.

Well, I've had a soaked scarf at the baker's and an umbrella from the wool

You should have left me out there.

You should always keep a visible presence.

Get that, will you?

That's what they believe.

Not very much to do, eh?

Time for a brew, I reckon. Not much to do. Hey, the phones haven't stopped

ringing all day.

There have been petty thefts reported all over town.

Right. Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Another one.

Aiden's Field Arms.

That Gina Ward report, innit?

She's a right little cracker, don't you reckon?

Stuff's all from house clearances. Get got your knobs.

You collect it in your lorry.

Well, he's going to give us a job, then?

Well, he says he needs extra stuff, so let's hope so. I'm tired of having you

under my feet.

And don't go rabbiting on when he asks you questions.

Just stick to yes or no.

Hello, Bernie.

It's the lad, is it?

Yes.

I'm David.

My full name is David Stockwell.

I've got a middle name because my mum and dad couldn't decide between Sidney,

after my uncle Sid, or Glenn, after Glenn Miller.

He had a band.

You've got your own wagon, have you, David?

Oh, yeah, well... Well, no, it's not exactly mine, so to speak, Mr

See, what happened was, Dean... Yes, I've got a lorry. Clean licence?

Well, it does get a little bit... Yes, it has.

Right, well, let's give it a go, eh?

A packet of cigarettes and an expensive lighter.

He popped to the gents, left them on the table, and when he came back, they'd

gone. We've had nothing like this for weeks, and now loads of incidents in one

day. Perhaps, Gina, you could scribble down the names of people, you know, who

was present at the time.

Yeah, sure.

Then we can cross -reference them with people seen at other places where theft

have occurred.

Oh, right, yeah.

And the same name might crop up. That's clever.

It's perfectly ordinary police work. There's nothing clever about it.

All right, Phil.

No need to labour the points.

I'll get a pen and paper.

Much appreciated, Gina.

Don't go overboard.

It's no trouble.

We're on duty.

Some professional flirting with members of the public. Come on, Phil.

It's public relations.

Very keen on it at training college these days.

It's a letter packing up. You'll find what you're looking for, eh?

Yes.

Elizabeth Hargreaves, known as Betty.

She's a state registered nurse.

In her early fifties.

Yes?

Really?

Are you sure?

Thanks. Right.

It was Mr Scripps' idea that I should, like, come and help him in the garage

because Mr Vernon, he's gone away and he's taken the taxi with him. Well, then

he said that I'd lost his monkey wrench and that I should go and do something

with a bit more get up and go just so long as I got up and went, otherwise

have no tools left.

So he took me to meet this bloke and he said, it'll be all right just so long as

you don't say too much.

And did you?

Did I what?

Say too much.

Oh, no.

No, I couldn't have done it because I've got the job. Well, that's a relief.

So what are you doing?

House clearing. You see, what I do is I go and I clear the house and then you

drive the stuff to the auction room and they sell it.

Oh, that sounds simple enough.

And there's a lot of it about then, is there?

No. No, but Mr. Scripps, he said that there could be at any moment. So I've

to be, you know, like a coiled spring and all ready to pounce.

And I don't think I can do that.

I think you'll do that very well, David.

Just you wait and see.

Yesterday's thefts were minor in themselves, but each one goes down as a

recorded crime, which doesn't look good. So I want this nonsense cleared up,

understood? Yes, Sarge. Might be something here, Sarge. Sergeant.

What is it, Nicholson?

I've compiled a list of people known to be at the scenes of crime.

One person was present at every one.

Well done, Nicholson. Who is he?

She, actually.

The woman who runs the nursing home.

Betty Hargraves. What?

She was present at every one, even the pub.

Yes, sure.

Gina says she popped in with some of her old ladies.

They had a milk stout.

Shall I interview Mrs Hargreaves? No, Nicholson, I think not, in view of what

happened yesterday with the parking incident.

Bradley, get over to the nursing home, will you? See what Mrs Hargreaves has to

say. Be courteous, be discreet.

Yes, sir.

How come everyone else gets to call in Sarge but me?

What are you doing?

I thought you were off fishing.

Mrs Ventress has a slight chill.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. She's confined to bed, which means she can't

daily visit here to see her auntie Vera.

So you're on a search reserve, eh?

Should we wait to see her?

I like black grapes.

I can't eat these.

Sorry.

You young people today.

Very thoughtless.

Your blood pressure's up a bit. I'll give Bessie a new prescription for you.

I feel fine, Doctor, really.

Of course you do. Fit as a fiddle, Jessie.

Oh, I've a real humdinger here.

Linjiber. What does it mean?

Well, it means, um... Oh.

My memory's not what it was.

Oh, yes, of course. It's a genus of tropical herbs.

Hello, Mike. What do you think?

Tropical herbs, yes, absolutely, no question.

What brings you here? I gather you're looking for me.

Yes. Could I have a word?

As you appear to have been present around the time of each incident, we

whether you saw anything that might help us with our inquiries.

Is this some sort of follow -up from that parking nonsense yesterday?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Subtle police harassment.

No, I'm just here to investigate some thefts. For which you're insinuating I'm

responsible. I didn't say that.

You implied it.

I know absolutely nothing about any thefts. I can't assist your inquiries in

way.

Chancellor Blaketon, how can we help?

Well, I've been making inquiries into Betty Hargreaves, who runs the Ashfordly

Nursing Home.

Now, I've been in touch with the General Nursing Council in London, and they

inform me that Betty Hargreaves is not a qualified SRN.

It seems she's lied about her qualifications.

In fact, Mr Watson, she's a bogus nurse.

Gina, have you seen David at all? He's gone missing.

He's over there, Bernie.

There you are.

Where have you been? I've been shouting all round the garage for you.

Oh, well, I came all the package, so... Well, if there's no time to go stuffing

your face, Bob's called. He's got a job for you straight away.

Oh, right.

Well, I'm ready then. I'm like a... like a... Coiled spring.

That's right.

Just one thing, though.

What would that be?

Can I finish me pie first?

You're too late, David.

Alfred's had it.

No! Oh,

Alfred!

I can't work when I'm hungry. I'll come over all funny.

You'll have to work or you'll be extremely hungry. Now, come on!

We're aware that she told a white lie on her registration.

She was, in fact, previously a nursing auxiliary at a Nottingham hospital.

An auxiliary?

She's running an entire nursing home. She was well thought of by senior staff

there. We keep a close eye.

You know, the Ashfordly Nursing Home serves the community well.

It's the only facility of its kind in the neighbourhood.

Betty Argreaves takes in people who couldn't afford the fees elsewhere.

And residents are unanimous in their praise for her as a nurse.

I see.

And you turn a blind eye, do you?

She's not the first person to have lied about her qualifications, Counselor.

Maybe not.

But in my experience, anyone who can lie about one thing can easily lie about

another.

another kind of man.

But ooh,

when I suddenly see you, ooh, did I tell you I need you every

single day of my life.

Got me getting you into my life.

What are

you playing? You waved me on. I didn't. Reverse back.

Right, sir, we'd like to pull over.

I'm not shifting until I've been examined by a doctor.

What? I could have a rotten neck.

Anything. The fight is movement. It might be fatal.

It's only a small bump, sir. I'm sure you'll be fine. I demand to be checked

a doctor.

Nicholson's brought the whole town to a standstill by the sound of it.

Can you assist, Mike?

Is Craddock in? Right. I'm on my way.

He's requested a doctor at the scene.

Tricia Somerby's on her way.

Have you got a minute?

I'm just having my lunch.

Something I think you should be aware of, Sergeant.

Betty R. Greaves.

What about her?

Did you know the county health department have turned a blind eye to

that she's not a state -registered nurse?

No? Yes, she lied on her application. She's also benefited from the will of a

deceased resident who died with higher than expected levels of morphine in her

body. Now, I'm investigating her on behalf of the family. I just thought you

should know that.

Enjoy your lunch.

What's the problem?

He said he won't move until he's been seen by a doctor.

Well, well.

Stanley Bates.

Who?

Sign off Stanley's nickname.

Always trying to sign himself off work on any pretext.

Well, not as you have to.

How can I help?

He says his neck might be broken.

Okay, let's have a look.

Trying it on.

Are you aware of any pain anywhere?

It's hard to say.

We will have to have his car moved. I appreciate that, Mike. The sooner you

me examine him, the better.

Where was this?

I see.

Right. Well, we'll get someone over there straight away.

Here, thanks.

Nothing broken.

Don't worry, you're fine.

Physically, maybe.

What about the trauma?

The effects of shock?

If you want a shock, Stanley, I'll give you one and book you for obstruction.

Now move it!

I did try telling you.

I know, but I've still had to check.

You seem to be having a frustrating day.

Betty Hargreaves tells me you practically accused her of theft.

If that's the case, Mike, you've got it wrong.

Oh, uh, Sarge, another theft. A woman's purse was taken while visiting the

nursing home.

You've been up at the nursing home, have you, Bradley?

Yes, Sarge.

Mrs. Hargreaves denies all knowledge of yesterday's theft.

Well, there's been another theft.

This time from inside the home itself, presumably under your very nose,

Well done.

Right.

So you came out here to use the phone.

You took coins from your purse, you went back in to see your mother, and when

you came back, the purse was gone.

Right, well, you leave it to me. We'll see what we can do. Mrs Hargreaves, did

you notice anybody in the building who shouldn't have been here? Any unfamiliar

visitors? No.

We're very quiet at the moment.

Hardly any visitors at all.

And which of your staff was on duty?

Just me at the moment.

Are you sure you didn't see the purse by the telephone and take it into your

office for safekeeping?

Sergeant, I'm getting a little tired of police insinuation. I know nothing about

this purse, all right.

Excuse me, Mrs Hargreaves. Fentress?

Thought you were on a fishing trip.

No, Sarge. I'm visiting someone.

I'm sorry, Mrs Hargreaves. Has anything been handed in?

No, nothing.

Oh, not to worry.

It'll probably be around somewhere.

Something gone missing?

Well,

I think I've got a hole in this pocket. It probably dropped out somewhere.

But I'm sure that someone's picked it up.

What have you lost?

My warrant card, Sarge.

Oh, dear.

Bradley.

My office. Now.

The highway's at 1834.

Five. Five.

Stolen purse.

Police warrant card missing. It's an increasingly serious matter.

Mrs. Hargreaves' attitude is far from cooperative. However, in the light of

and other thefts... She's agreed that it's appropriate for us to check out her

premises and advise her on security.

Did she agree to that?

Somewhat reluctantly.

I want you to go there and do that.

However, your real task will have a more serious purpose.

Sergeant? Well, these petty thefts are bad enough, but I've received

more disturbing information about Mrs Hargreaves.

Alfred, stop fidgeting and keep your hands up.

Is our headache better now?

Oh, yes, thank you. Good.

Remember, you don't have to suffer in silence, you know.

Not much chance of that.

Evening, Alf.

No wisecracks, Mike.

I'm not in the mood.

Found your card yet?

No.

You'd have liked my husband.

He was a dear soul.

Goodness me.

What was his name?

Oh, it'll come to me.

Are you married, Doctor?

No. No, I'm not.

Well, ladies.

Oh, hello.

Hello. Our handsome policeman.

You take care. I like a man in uniform, don't you, dear?

Depends on the man, I suppose.

Mike?

Evening. Back again?

Yeah, there's been a couple of thefts.

I was just checking on security.

What was taken?

A lady's purse.

Containing? A return bus ticket and four shillings and change.

Oh.

Does Sergeant Craddock really think that justifies all this police time?

I'm sorry?

The police have been here three times today.

Not to mention a permanent plainclothes presence.

Alf's got nothing to do with this. What's going on, Mike?

What do you mean?

Is this to do with Oscar Blaketon's suspicions about the will?

Come on, will you see my love?

Oh, doctor's here with your new medicine.

Soon have you right.

Blaketon's quite wrong about her, you know.

Is Craddock in?

Presume you mean Sergeant Craddock.

What's the precise nature of your inquiry?

I'll take that as a yes.

Ah, Craddock, do you mind?

I've got something for you. I'm just on my way home.

Betty Argreaves used to work in a hospital in Nottingham. Now, one of the

ladies she nursed there changed her will just before she died and left Betty £20

,000. Good Lord. Now, she used this money to buy Ashfordly Nursing Home,

is now filled with other old ladies with other wills to write.

It's all in here, in black and white.

Here's your new medicine, Jesse.

Now, you have 40 winks whilst I tidy your room.

Don't tell me how to do my job. Your job is to spot wrongdoing and act on it.

My job is to uphold the law.

All you have told me is that Mrs Hargreaves has been left some money in a

will and she's used it for legitimate purposes.

She's Attic Craddock, 20 ,000 from Nottingham, 2 ,000 from Gladys Dobson.

swindling old women out of her money. You have no proof of that, only

In my day, suspicion was acted upon.

Now get her in here and ask her questions.

Thank you for your information.

Right. I'm going to keep digging away at this like a good copper should.

Sorry, Sergeant.

Barge past me.

They're not paid to be barged past, Nicholson. And don't let me catch you

listening at this door again.

Get me Bradley on the radio.

Well, I've been having a quiet word with people, Sergeant, and she seems well

-liked. Tomorrow, get a list of all residents and next of kin.

Bit late for that.

Bob says you should go to 29 Overton Street, clear out all the furniture.

Oh, great.

Well, I don't think he'd want me again, you know, not after... Yeah, well, mind

how you go.

Look, he didn't spot that broken headlight yesterday.

I'll fix it for you later.

Then it can make you feel so low.

It's cold, it's green where the grass is gray.

Then it's blue and half a hay.

Wally range where the thumb cats roam.

They're not the type to roam, but it's home.

It's nice to be out in the morning when we've got somewhere to go.

It's been the same old place.

Morning,

Alf.

You still here?

I'd say the same for you.

After the theft yesterday, I'm helping tighten up security.

Oh, aye.

Alf, who's Aunt Vera's next of kin? Mrs Ventress?

Yes, why?

Well, she hasn't mentioned anything about changing her will, has she?

Every other day.

Threatens to put a clause in to stop me smoking.

Alfred!

I've told you not to mumble.

I was just saying there's a lot of thefts here.

You want to put a lock on this?

Too much crime these days.

When I were a girl, you could leave things anywhere.

Not today.

Your generation's got no respect for anything.

It's definitely a word.

Isn't it comfortable?

Isoniazid.

Isoniazid, I've no idea.

Can't just remember what it means. But it's a word, all right.

She's expecting you. This way, please. Thank you.

You're solicited, Jesse.

Hello. How are you?

They've been very good to me, yeah. That's good.

It's a bit

rude to eavesdrop, isn't it?

I was just... Buying on people?

No.

Doing my job.

What sort of job is it that requires you to listen in on private conversations?

Hello, Jessie.

How are you today?

Much better.

Betty's made me feel as right as rain again.

Good, good.

Oh, they just popped out, that paper.

Where did they get it?

Through front door.

Older's brass.

It wasn't locked, then.

That's it.

Blame me.

Where are you, like, when you're wanted?

Look at the bags, please.

Funny, isn't it? When it comes to intimidating road accident victims,

-handed. When it comes to protecting ratepayers' property, I've got nowhere

be seen. Mr Bates, please, I'll need a list of all the items that were omitted.

They've had the lot.

Tables, chairs, three -piece suite, my gran's painting off wall, my

prized tiger rug.

Your what?

Tiger rug.

A rug! But they're a tiger skin.

Well, they must have had a lorry.

Or a van.

Brilliant. Sherlock Holmes would be proud of you.

Of course, they had a lorry out of hand. And you shall be out there looking for

it.

Hey, stop!

Why don't you pull over the first time?

Oh, I was just being careful. The last time you waved me on, I had a crash.

Hope that tiger's dead.

It's not a real tiger. It's just a rug with a tiger's head on.

Oh, is it really?

The reason I pulled you over is one of your headlights is broken.

Oh, well, Mr Scripps is going to fix that for me.

You just make sure he does.

On you go.

I appreciate it's a difficult job, but the police do roll people up the wrong

way sometimes.

Yeah, well, once a copper, always a copper. I think you could be right

You and Phil still seem to get on well.

Yeah, I suppose we do, really. And there hasn't been anyone else?

What round are you?

No, I've given up on men.

What about Mike?

What about him? He's not my type.

Oh?

I think he goes for the more professional type.

Don't look at me.

Sorry to interrupt.

I've just received an urgent phone call trying to locate you. What is it?

Your patient, Jessie Outram, has just died.

Oh, no.

Is this up at the nursing home?

Yes. She was fine when I saw her earlier. I'll get over there straight

I wonder who this one's left her money to.

Any idea of the cause of death?

Not at this stage.

Terrible shock.

A lovely old lady.

May I ask what her solicitor was doing here earlier?

I believe she was signing a new will.

Excuse me, I have other residents to attend to.

Sure.

So, what happens now?

I think this is one for the coroner.

Does that mean you're not happy with the circumstances of the death?

Yeah, I suppose it does.

Oh, morning.

How can I help you? It's Sergeant Craddockin. I've had the preliminary

-mortem report.

Yeah. Yeah.

He died of unexpected heart failure, but there's something of concern.

Traces of the antihypertensive drug propranolol were found in her blood.

Why is that of concern?

I've never prescribed propranolol for Jessie. I don't know how it got there.

Who'd have given Jessie her medication?

Mrs Hargreaves? Yes.

Could the...

It's propranolol that brought on the heart failure.

Very unlikely.

It might have lowered her blood pressure, that's all, but it shouldn't

in her system.

So someone gave her the wrong medication?

It would seem so.

Well, the question is, was that negligence or was it deliberate?

There is one other thing, Sarge. I spoke to her solicitor this morning and

Jessie has left the nursing home £3 ,000.

Anything else I can get you, Daphne?

I'd adore a nice cup of tea.

I've just brought you one.

Oh, quite.

Here in me.

Can I have a word in private, Sir? In a moment.

I don't know why you lot don't just move in here and become residents.

I thought you weren't leaving.

I am.

It doesn't look like it. Why don't you go home?

Mrs Ventress keeps on finding me jobs to do.

This way, she thinks I'm up at the nursing home and have a bit of peace and

quiet. Well, it won't be quiet for long if we don't get Stanley Bates' stuff

back. We'll never hear the last of it. Knowing him, he'll probably try and sue

you.

Broad daylight.

In and out.

Gear on the back of a lorry and away.

Have you checked with Division?

It might have struck elsewhere.

I had nothing.

Should have seen the place, half -stripped bare.

Tables, chairs, three -piece suite.

Even took his tiger rug. Tiger rug?

Yeah.

On a lorry?

Yeah.

I stopped a lorry yesterday, with furniture.

Tables, chairs... Three -piece suite, tiger rug. When?

Where?

He had a broken headline.

Jessie wasn't on propranolol.

Perhaps she was given another resident's medication in error.

Nobody here have that prescription.

Is this your medicine cabinet?

Yes. It's always kept locked.

Who has the key?

Just me.

I keep them with me all the time.

Can I see inside, please?

You won't find propranolol in here.

Does Jessie have any visitors that might have given the medicine?

No.

She hardly had any visitors. She was a spinster. No family to speak of.

I gather she's leaving you some money.

Not me personally.

The home.

She's not the first resident to die and leave you money, is she?

What motivates their generosity, would you say?

Who knows?

When people get old these days, their families often find them an

They stick them away in homes, expecting people like me to care for them.

Which, of course, you do.

It may sound corny.

But I look after every resident as if they were my own family.

Bradley, get me copies of Jesse Outram and Gladys Dobson's post -mortem

will you? Then I'll decide what action to take. Right, Sergeant.

Another one's died up there, Craddock. Are you convinced now?

I am not going to discuss police business with you, Mr Fletcher. This is

sort of story that gets in the Sunday papers.

People start asking how come she's got away with it for so long.

And the reason is that certain so -called coppers I know are too slow to

cold.

Well, I said Mr Scripps is going to fix it.

It's not about the headlight, David.

Look, I got him a job.

House clearing. What's he supposed to have done?

Cleared a house.

Well, this is like the house, but it was number 29 I went to. I know it was. You

stole Stanley Bates' property.

You entered his house without consent and took the lot.

Look, there's obviously been some mistake. I wrote number 29 on a piece of

for him.

I'll check twice you want number 29.

Where did you take it all, David?

Bad news.

The items on this list have all been auctioned off.

So who's bought them?

Lots of different people.

Names? Addresses?

It's a cash auction.

People pay their money and they go.

This stuff could be anywhere by now.

Right.

Well, we'll have to sort this down at the station, David.

Well, I've done nothing wrong.

Come on, David.

Afternoon, Vera.

You're late, Alfred.

I just looked into the ironmongers. I thought you'd feel safer if you had your

bits and pieces under lock and key.

Oh, a sensible idea for once, Alfred.

That'll keep everyone's things safe.

Not everyone's. Just your locker, Vera.

What's all this?

Put them back. I'm keeping things safe for people.

Where did you get these?

They were left lying around. I picked them up for safekeeping.

Otherwise anyone would have stolen them.

It sold a lot and it could be anywhere.

With tiger rug. With three -piece.

I'd only just brought that.

It's not even in one piece, your three -piece.

I believe the armchairs went in separate lots from the sofa.

It's theft.

I'm pressing charges.

Well, we're sure David here made a genuine mistake.

That's right.

Yeah, well, your fully door number.

I want him locked up.

Weren't you insured? Can't you get anything back on that?

200 quid. I had my contents insured for it'll barely cover it. Never mind all

being convenient.

You left your front door open.

The insurance might not pay up. Contributor negligence.

That settles it. I want him charged.

Well done, Big Mouth.

You're forgetting something.

The furniture was sold. There's money due.

How much?

Bob tells me the old contents went for just under 700 pound.

700 quid?

It was something valuable.

Apparently attracted a couple of dealers.

Oh, where is that tiger rug?

It was the watercolour painting.

Seems they thought it was worth a bob or two.

Really? I could hang him without painting.

Couldn't stand it, me son.

Bumped it up quite a lot.

You'll clear over 650 after auctioneer's fees, etc.

There you are, Stanley.

Drop the charges and consider it a sale.

Refit your house out with new stuff and...

Make a little profit.

Yeah. Actually, not a bad idea.

Let's crack the pot.

He's in his office.

Everything reported lost or stolen was found in her locker.

I see.

Well, she genuinely thought that she was helping people by picking things up

that had been left lying around.

Well, that is maybe.

Anyone who had property stolen will have it returned to them. I'll suggest that

under the circumstances they leave it at that. But it will be up to them.

Come in.

Sarge, Mike on the radio. He's got the post -mortem reports.

Both show unexpected anomalies.

Right. Meet me up there in 15 minutes.

Right, Sarge.

Where are the files you wanted, Sarge?

Thank you.

Right.

I'm going to take Mrs Hargreaves into custody. It's time we got to the bottom

all this.

Excuse me.

Sarge, I'd better put Dr Somerby in the picture. Right. This way, please.

Dr Somerby, have you got a note?

Just so that you're aware, Betty's agreed to come in voluntarily for

questioning. I see.

Is his a word, Constable?

I'm sorry?

Isoniazid. The other day I had it, but couldn't remember what it meant.

Oh, yes, that's right.

It came to me later.

Isoniazid's a drug.

Isonicotinic acid hydrazide, to be exact.

Used against tuberculosis.

Is it? Well done.

How do you know that, Daphne?

Oh, I learned it at Tommy's.

Tommy, you were at St Thomas' Medical School.

Well, of course.

You can't become qualified without training. You should know that.

You were a doctor.

I still am.

My husband was a surgeon.

Dear old... Henry.

Yes, that's it. Henry.

What do you mean you still are a doctor? Haven't you retired?

No. Never retire whilst you can be of use.

I treat people all the time.

Discreetly, of course.

Wouldn't want to upset Betty. She's a dear.

Oh, look!

And a triple word score, too.

The ring,

Jane?

Ample the morphia... ..propanolol. Oh, Daphne.

I'll go and call Sergeant Craddock.

She only became my patient fairly recently, but her memory's

She's in the early stages of senile dementia.

Are you an apology, Mrs Harbiews?

Perhaps I should have been more aware, but I had no idea what she was up to. I

can't believe I didn't notice she was a qualified doctor.

Thinking about it, though, a giveaway fine.

What happens to her now?

Daphne's actions didn't actually cause their deaths. We know that from the

postmortems. However, I don't think there's any need for any further police

action in this matter.

However, I do want the contents of this bag properly dealt with.

All right.

All right, I apologise.

I did jump the gun a bit with Betty.

I think it's always advisable to leave police work to the police.

All the same, I was right. There was something funny going on. And if it

for me, you might not have found out before some real tragedy happened.

As soon as we got the post -mortem report, we acted.

That would have happened with or without your information. Now, if you'll excuse

me.

You know, in my day in this job, we came to rely on the public to be our eyes

and ears.

Surprising what you can learn.

Well, never have much luck, Mr Vernon, me. We always seem to lose money.

Yeah, it's usually mine.

Well, we've done all right this time.

So, er... Drink's all round.

That's what I like to hear, David.

Where did you get that?

Well, Stanley reckons if it hadn't been for my mistake, he wouldn't have had his

stroke of good fortune.

Give us ten quid.

You'd better fill me up then, gorgeous.

And you'd better be careful I don't pour this over your head.

I've just had a gut feeling about Betty.

She's a good, caring person, you can tell. Sure, but we still had to do our

Of course.

Your work seems really important to you. Well, I'm sure you feel the same about

yours.

Yeah.

Funny, chatting to Daphne just now made me think, though. Oh, yeah? In what way?

Well, she and her husband put everything into their work.

They never had a family, and now she's left all alone.

Yeah, well, she's had a pretty fulfilling life. I mean, she's

she's learnt a lot, and she's pretty hot at Scrabble, too.

She took a bit of a shine to you, actually, but she can't have learnt that

Yeah, well, she is suffering from senile dementia.

It's been a long day.

You got time for a drink?

No, I'd better get home.

I could rattle up some supper.

Thanks, but I've already made arrangements.

Oh.

No, no.

Phil, he's coming round later.

There's a football match on the telly.

Right. Of course.

Some other time, maybe.

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Night.

Night.