All language subtitles for Heartbeat 18e09 The Hospital Job

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

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

Excuse me.

Having trouble?

Oh, a gem cannot be polished without
friction. No, a man perfected without

trials. I beg your pardon?

Yeah, having trouble.

You done those crime sheets yet, Jeff?

Steady on, you only asked for them this
morning.

Oh. Chop, chop. One of them will sign up
before Miller gets back.

Why didn't they put Joe in charge?

I'm sure he wouldn't be this bad.

I've seen it all before.

Power for us.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh, yes, Your Lordship.

Let me hand you over to PC Weatherby.

Don?

It's Lord Ashfordly for you.

Acting Sergeant Weatherby speaking.

Is Sergeant Miller in?

No, he's away on a course.

Oh, how about P .C. Mason?

He's dealing with a breakdown.

Sue's in charge.

It'll be done, Your Lordship.

Acting Sergeant Weatherby.

I'm afraid.

I think we need a new radiator.

There's a garage just down the road.

Where are you headed for? There's a
Taoist monastery in Middlesbrough. We

our way from Liverpool.

There's a Taoist monastery in
Middlesbrough? Just outside

actually. It's new.

So we are taking them a gift. A golden
statue of Guan Yu.

Well, it looks like you'll be here for
some time.

Welcome to Aidensfield.

I'll ask Bernie Scripps at the garage to
come up and take a look.

I have a word with my star.

Yeah, well, give it up for us to ten.

OK, bye.

Tribble?

Lord Asperley's just docked his river
with Trout for a competition at the

weekend, and since his gamekeeper's off
sick, he's asked us to keep an eye on

things. Well, if you're in charge, I'm
sure you'd like to tackle some more

serious police business.

Oh, what's that?

We've had a request from Lancashire CID.

They've got a specialist antiques thief
operating on their patch.

They've had a tip -off. Stolen goods are
ending up here.

In Ashfordly?

Oh, a major league fence.

He's hardly going to admit it, is he?

Well, it sounds more interesting than
crime sheets.

OK. Let's get on to it.

But how's your Terry doing?

Well, his chest's still bad.

But you know what men are like.

They won't have anyone near him.
Honestly, they're always there.

Hey, you two!

He's at the table at six, and don't be
late.

Right, Mum.

Pacey Mason!

Aren't you going to do something about
this?

Like what?

Move them on.

I've got the North Riding Environmental
Committee due here any day. We can't

have the place looking like a scrapyard.

They can't stay there.

Well, technically they can because it's
common land and practically they're

going to have to because they've broken
down.

How long's that going to take?

I don't know.

Let's ask them.

Did you have any luck at the garage?

Oh. Well, Mrs. Cripps orders a part, but
it will take a few days. A few days?

I really don't see any alternative, Mrs.
Jones.

Where are they going?

Seeking food.

Begging?

We've always relied on the kindness of
strangers.

Afternoon. I'm just closing.

Mr Brookstock.

That's right. What can I do for you?

Do you have any Victorian snuff boxes
for sale?

Oh, yes. They're over there.

We need to present a united front to the
council. Well, it's hard to see what

they can do unless they're creating a
disturbance.

But they are.

They're banging on people's doors
begging for food.

Oh, well, we had one at the back door
and he didn't bang it. It rang the bell.

Well, did you give him anything?

Of course we did.

I gave them some pork pies.

Hey, I was going to have one of those.
Oh, there's plenty more in the fridge.

Yeah, well, I think they're colourful.
It makes a change round here.

It's not their fault they broke down.

Exactly.

They're right, you know. So I suggest we
just live and let live.

But they're living on our village green.

What is it? There's somebody there.

Where? Down by the river.

I can't see anyone.

Lay down on the ground.

I haven't seen anybody do that in years.

Who are you?

I am Hawquart. I am with the monks in
the village.

And where did you learn to do that?

In the Lake District.

They call it godling. Ah, well, here in
Yorkshire, we call it tickling. But it's

more talked about than done. Now, you do
realise that that belongs to Lord

Ashfordly? We have saying.

Vegetables of one's own raising are not
relished. Those from other gardens are

the best.

I agree entirely.

Oh, besides, I think it belongs to the
god of the river. He gave it to me.

Oh, did he give us one?

Well, you could try.

Yeah, come on, David, have a go.

Well, why me? Well, because you know how
cold water sets me rheumatism off.

Oh!

First, you must empty your mind.

Have you done that?

Oh, yes. All right.

Now, think.

Like a fish.

That was quick.

Where are they?

Over here.

It's definitely them, Sergeant.

Well done.

Those candlesticks look familiar, too.

I'd better have a word with the owner.

He's in there.

Mr. Brickstock?

I'm Detective Sergeant Dawson, CID.

Can you tell me how you came by those
snuff boxes over there?

Same as everything else.

I inherited them from my Uncle Norman.
He died last week.

We've reason to believe these are stolen
goods.

We'll need an inventory of the whole
shop.

I'm working on one at the moment, but
how do you know they're stolen?

They're on a list of items we've had
circulated.

We'll have to take the snuff boxes back
to the station and then return tomorrow

for a full search.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you
for the key.

There you are.

Gold, he feels you like another fish.

Now lift!

Gold! I did it! I did it!

Gold, give a man a fish and you feed him
for the day. Teach a man to fish.

And the game keep us in trouble, huh?

You have something we value very much.

Oh.

You mean the fish? No, no, no. I mean
simplicity.

We call it poo.

Poo? Yes. It is a sort of passive
receptiveness.

And I sense you are full of it.

Well, that's good, is it? Oh, very good.
And very special.

Now. I must go feed my people.

For a troubled mind.

Time will tell me.

Not to ask for more. Can you come and
have a look at my Terry now?

Something's not right.

How do you mean?

It's really bad.

Not like before.

Terrible coughing.

He started wheezing. Wait here. We'll
take my car.

Wake up, Terry.

Nurse is here.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, Miss Richard.

What am I going to do now?

Morning, Nurse Cassidy.

Morning, Peggy.

I've brought you some nice fresh eggs
for your breakfast.

We're true friends.

Even water drunk together is sweet
enough.

Aye, but fried eggs are better.

Oh, also true.

Come in, come in, please, please.

Hello. Bit early for your clinic, aren't
you?

Actually, I've come to see you. I'm just
off out. I'm due over in Ashfordly.

What's the problem?

We've had a sudden death.

Who? Terry Tinnieswood, 107 Beckett's
Close.

He'd been coughing blood.

Naturally, there'll be a post -mortem.

Morning, Alf. I need the form for a
sudden death.

Oh, one form, 48.

Who's it for, then? Terry Tennedwood.

Nonstick Terry.

Haven't heard of him for a bit.

Is he known to us?

Oh, he used to be. Very well known.

Burglary. But he seems to have retired
as he came out of prison.

It's his wife he wants to look out for.

Right, Mr Brickstock.

We'll be spending the day going through
your entire stock.

Right. That's right.

What?

Those candlesticks you were interested
in have gone.

Care to explain, Mr Brickstock?

Don't look at me. You locked the place
up yourself.

Presumably there's more than one set of
keys.

You had the only set of keys.

Either you've moved the stuff or I've
been burgled.

Mr. Tennisman, I'm PC Mason.

I'm sorry to hear about your husband.

He'll be the only copper who is, then.

I'm sorry?

You lot had it in for him for years.

Banged him up for something he hadn't
done. There are some formalities that we

have to go through.

The coroner will be ordering a post
-mortem, so I'm afraid I have to ask you

some questions.

Here we go again.

Down the neck?

That wouldn't be necessary.

You'd best come in, then.

copper there.

What for?

Oh, just normal stuff, love. They have
to ask questions about your dad.

I'm sorry, but what happened?

Here.

Go and get some crisps.

Meant the world to them.

Their dad did.

Now, what do you want?

Just some background information.

Had your husband been in poor health?

He's been short of breath for a couple
of years.

Then he took to his bed when he coughed
a week ago.

Never been right since he come out of
prison.

Did he work?

Do you think anybody's going to take him
on after what you coppers did to his

reputation?

Had he seen a doctor at all about this
cough, perhaps?

No. Terry didn't owe him.

So you've no knowledge of anything that
might have led to his death?

Do I look like a doctor?

The only thing that killed my Terry was
what you lot did to him.

I keep telling you, I know not about any
stolen goods. I only inherited the

place last week.

From your uncle, Norman Brigstocke.
That's right.

20 years he's been running the place. He
had no kids, so it came to me.

Were you close to your uncle?

Not especially.

We'd see each other at family occasions,
birthdays, Christmas, that sort of

thing. What were you doing before you
inherited the business?

Travelling. In double glazing. Look, if
there's anything stolen, it's down to

Uncle Norman, not me.

Conveniently. You can see all the
records.

Stock list, everything.

Believe me, Mr Brigstock, we will.

But the fact remains, someone removed
those candlesticks last night. You

up! You had the key!

I find it hard to believe there's not
more than one set of keys.

It's the truth.

Uncle Norman was a one -man band.

Maybe now we can see why.

I think we'd better discuss this down at
the station.

What?

A small matter of interfering with
evidence.

They said in the shop he'd been coughing
up blood, so you know what that means.

They know what?

Tuberculosis. TB!

Oh, give over.

There's been no TB here for years.

Exactly. It must have come from those
people on the green.

Honestly, we spend years getting rid of
diseases, then we let foreigners bring

them all back in. There's no need for
that kind of talk. It's true, Oscar. One

of those monks is ill, coughing
incessantly.

They should be in quarantine.

Jean, love, can I have a word?

Yeah, sure.

You know how you said you might be in
the market for a bit of fish?

Yeah, Oscar likes a nice bit of fish for
his tea.

Well, I've brought one for you.

Bye, Bob.

I'm sorry to hear about your burglary.

What exactly was taken?

A gold statue of Guan Yu, the god of
honour and piety. It was a gift we were

taking to Middlesbrough.

Can you show me where it was taken from?

Upstairs.

We were all out, except for Li Chen
here. He was sleeping, but he thinks

he dreamed two young people were here.

Young people?

But he's not sure.

No, he's not well, so he sleeps a lot.

That cough doesn't sound good.

Has he had medical attention?

We are treating him ourselves with
Chinese medicine.

Do we know if Rickstock's got a criminal
record yet, Alf?

I'm still waiting for CRO to get back to
me.

What do you think of his story?

I think it stands up.

It's easy enough to find out when he
acquired the business.

I don't believe a word of it.

We ask about stolen goods, then some of
his stock goes missing.

It's too much of a coincidence.

We haven't got enough to charge him.

I know, I know.

We're going to have to let him go.

For now.

Keep a close eye on him. Maybe he'll
slip up.

Alf, get on to his former employers.

Find out exactly where he was travelling
and double -glazing.

Will do.

Oh, Carol, is it true we're all going to
be quarantined?

Whatever for?

TB, because Terry Tinniswood was
coughing blood. It must have come from

monks. That's ridiculous. There's any
number of reasons why Terry might have

been coughing blood.

Not that it's anyone else's business.

The monks have only just got here, so
they can't have infected anyone.

One of the monks is very ill.

Says who?

There's been lots of rumours flying
around and people are getting worried.

Carol, have you got a minute?

Could you come and have a look at one of
the monks?

He's in a bad way.

Yeah, OK.

You see?

I was right all along.

Well, all I'm saying is that old Kwan is
a nice bloke and he's very

highly skilled.

He says that I'm full of poo.

Oh, David, that doesn't sound very nice.

Oh, no, no, that's a good thing.

Yeah, it means that I am following the
path.

Where to?

Well, I'm not quite sure yet, but...

This man really needs to be in hospital.

He is among friends. We will care for
him. I think he should be properly

examined by a doctor.

Men grow old, pearls grow yellow. There
is no cure for it. I'm afraid I'm going

to have to insist.

I thought you might.

Before we let you go, I just want to be
absolutely sure we're clear.

Apart from the front door and the fire
escape, there's no means of access into

the building.

None, I've told you.

You do understand your premises is now a
crime scene and as such you won't be

able to open today.

So I just suggest you leave us to get on
with it.

We'll seal the building thoroughly at
the end of the day.

And if there are any developments, we'll
be in touch.

Right then.

Well, I'd like you to remember who's the
victim round here.

I've been burgled.

And if I can't open tomorrow, I'm likely
to be seeking compensation.

I'm losing business.

See Mr Brickstock out, would you,
Constable Younger?

Yes, Sergeant.

This way, please, sir.

Right, we'll meet scenes of crime down
there.

But if Brickstock doesn't have another
key, then I'm betting he's got to have

another way into that place.

Nurse?

So it's true, then?

One of them sick?

He's going to hospital for observation.

What's he got?

We won't know until they've carried out
tests.

But it could be the same as my Terry.

Mrs. Tingerswood, I know there's been a
lot of rumours going round, but the

monks only arrived yesterday. They
couldn't have given any infection to

Yeah, but what about my kids?

I can't lose them as well.

But the man in the ambulance had no
contact with Terry, no contact with

He'd have to have gone on to the bus to
have any chance of infection.

But they did.

What? They were on the bus.

They were just being inquisitive.

But they saw that old man coughing.

Now, what if he's given them something
that he's got? They could be infected

too. We don't know what, if anything, is
wrong with him.

He may well not even be infectious.

But there's no connection between him
and Terry's death.

And I can't see that your children are
at any risk.

Have I put your mind at rest?

No, I'm sorry, nurse, but I just
couldn't bear it if anything happened to

as well.

I know.

Half the stuff in here could be on the
watch list, you know.

Sounds like your tip -off was right,
then.

I've checked the fire door.

It's jammed shut.

I've found another way in.

Where?

There's a ventilation shaft at the rear.

It should just come in through the back
of the showroom.

We could access it from the lower roof.

Looks pretty solid.

I don't think it's screwed in properly.

It should just glide out.

Well, hold on. Let's... Try and get some
fingerprints before we move it.

I really can assure you there's no
epidemic about to spread through the

These are just two isolated incidents.

Thank you, nurse.

Honestly, it's like some kind of mass
hysteria or something.

We didn't have enough going on, did we?

Everyone's talking TB.

I'd just like to know how these rumours
got started.

Look at the tinny little kids.

What? Yeah, they went on to the bus last
night. Mum's terrified they've caught

something.

Well, they must be the youngster the
monk saw steal the statuette.

I suppose they must be.

Listen, can you forget I just said that,
please?

I've got to sort it out.

I won't drop you in it, don't worry.

Are you OK?

How do you mean?

You seem a bit... distracted.

It's nothing.

I've had a letter from an adoption
agency.

They've managed to trace my mother.

That's hardly nothing.

That's fantastic.

It's what you've been waiting for, isn't
it?

Turns out she's dead.

Ten years ago.

Oh, Carol, I'm sorry.

Do you want to talk about it?

How do you feel?

I don't know.

I think it's... still just thinking in.

I'm a bit confused.

I might help to discuss it.

Not the moment.

Okay.

I can hear for you if you need to talk.

We're still friends, aren't we?

What do you want?

This is my colleague, PC Younger, Mrs...
Forget the formalities, I'm busy.

Can we have a word with your children?

What about?

We're investigating a crime.

Oh, that's great, that is.

The poor father's not been dead five
minutes, you're trying to pin stuff on

If we could just have a word.

Julie, Eddie, down here.

Copper's want to speak to you.

Now, mind your manners.

Oh, I'm sure they'll be fine.

I meant you.

Now, what is it?

You were seen hanging around the bus on
the green last night.

Did you go into it?

Yeah.

You've been telling people about what
you saw on the bus, haven't you?

About the thick man.

Oh, it was horrible.

Did you take anything?

Of course they didn't. There would have
been no disease. Is that a crime?

Well, that depends.

There are witnesses.

He means the ornament.

Well, we found it.

Where did you find it?

In the road. In the hedge.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I think we'd better take the
ornament and continue this down at the

station.

Stuck to his house.

Yeah, best not to break you up.

These are handprints.

Yeah, the cup marks go all the way in.

There's definitely been someone through
here.

If he's not got a second set of keys,
this must be his way in.

Well, it'll be tricky to make a cave.

Then let's figure out a way to catch
him.

Red -handed.

Rosie Tinniswood's going on. I did warn
him.

Oh, you can just let us go now.

In fact, you can pay for a taxi home.

I didn't like the smell of that one car.

PC Mason, can I have a word?

Sure.

Any luck with criminal records, Al?

Mr Brigstocke hasn't got one. I'm still
trying to talk to the former employers.

Everything all right in there?

We've brought two kids in. I'm pretty
sure they stole a gold statuette from

bus parked in the village.

The mother's a bit of a handful.

I don't like it. Are you getting
anywhere?

Not really.

They're sticking to their story that
they found it on the road.

Anything else to go on?

A possible witness, but he's in
hospital.

I should try that route.

And wind it up, would you? We need some
help in here.

Yeah, I don't want any undesirables in
my police station.

I'll get on to it right now, Sarge. Make
them a cup of tea, Jeff.

Thank you.

Let me know if you hear anything more,
Ralph. I'll be in Sergeant Miller's

office. Right.

Mr. Kwan, our David mentioned something
about precious jewels.

What are they, then? The three jewels of
the Tao are kindness, simplicity, and

modesty. Oh, so they're not real jewels,
then, are they? Oh, they're more

valuable than any gemstone could be.

They reckon I've got them.

Ah, so you have, David.

You use these to follow the path of
life, or as we call it, the Tao.

They will always be your guide.

So you think I should try this, then?

The journey of a thousand miles starts
with a single step.

Hi. Hi.

Any news of our monk?

Not good.

He's had a chest X -ray, which is
showing terminal lung cancer. I'm afraid

hasn't got very long to live.

Any chance of getting him to attend an
identity parade?

Not in his life, it.

How about taking a statement?

He can try, but he can't speak a word of
English.

I'll take that as a no, then.

I'd better call the station. Tell them
to let the Tinniswoods go.

Where are you off to?

Better go tell his friends.

Hang on, I'll come with you. I need to
talk to them, too.

Ashford Lake Police Station.

Do us a favour.

If you want to lift, I'm afraid I'm
busy.

Next time you want to pin someone on
someone...

Pick on a different family.

You two, out.

Mr Brickstock's former employers.

Oh, yes. What did they say?

His patch covered Lancashire, Cumberland
and Westmoreland.

That's where the antiques came from.

Well, it's unlikely to be a coincidence.

Exactly.

Can you ask Mr Brickstock to come in and
see us?

Just tell him we want to bring him up to
date.

Nothing serious.

I see you have a new recruit.

Ah, he takes to it naturally.

Those who know how to follow the path
are very rich indeed.

I'm afraid your friend is very ill.

He has lung cancer.

Give him what he says.

You wanted to test him your own way. You
wouldn't have been satisfied with what

I said.

He may not have very long to live.

We know that as well.

He wants to die among his friends.

Can we have him back, please?

I'll speak to the doctor and arrange for
an ambulance.

Thank you very much.

We found your statue.

Oh, you have?

Oh, that is good news.

Can we have that back, too, please?

In due course.

It's been logged as evidence, so there
are procedures to go through. But the

bath will be thicker tomorrow, and then
we must leave.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Nice fish.

You want some?

We have plenty more to share.

Thank you for coming in, Mr Brickstock.

I'm sorry our inquiries are taking so
long. I'm perfectly happy to cooperate,

but at the end of the day, I've got a
business to run.

We understand that, but we do need
another day.

What for?

I can see that my uncle came by some
items which may have been stolen, but

I've been burgled, and you don't seem to
be doing much about that.

Our investigations are continuing.

There's a couple of other items we need
to look at.

What now?

Well, we're not sure.

There are some experts coming over
tomorrow from Lancashire.

Lancashire?

Why Lancashire?

This is quite a wide -ranging inquiry.

So what do they want?

They're going to look over your stock in
case there are any other items of

interest to them.

And how long is that going to take?

Just a day.

We'll be here in the morning.

And that should clear everything up.

I'm fine, really.

It's just a bit like...

I was given something and then had it
taken away again.

You must be so disappointed.

In a way, yeah.

But maybe it's helped me mend my mind
up.

What do you mean?

I always knew I had a mother, I mean,
obviously.

And now I don't anymore.

But I've still got a brother in
Australia.

What about him?

I'm not going to lose out twice.

I'm going to find him.

Niall, the areas where Brigstock was
working correspond closely with where

burglaries were carried out.

You think he was the burglar?

Too early to say. He may just have been
the link back to Ashfordly.

But he has to know what's going on and
what the Lancashire detectives might be

looking for.

So you think he'll try and move more
stuff?

Exactly. Anything else he's got a guilty
conscience about is likely to go

missing.

So, Joe and Don, you lock yourselves in
for the night and wait for him to turn

up, either through the front door or the
ventilation shaft.

Then we'll have him banged to rights.

What about me, Sergeant?

He'll be with me, in civvies. We'll
watch Brickthorpe's house.

Then we'll have a complete chain of
evidence.

Oh, right.

Could be worse, Blake. This has been the
night, I suppose.

I just hope you don't snore.

Well, you could be about to find out.

Ed and Julie Tenniswood? No, it's not
what it looks like.

I think it's exactly what it looks like.

Because the old place will go up like a
torch.

We should find exit!

Open it!

You kids, this way!

I can't drink up. I called time ages
ago.

I thought we might have a knock -in.

Well, you thought wrong.

Did you have a nice fish for your tea?

What if I did?

Well, then you should remember who your
friends are.

Gina, have you been serving up poached
fish?

Oh, no, it wasn't poached. It was
grilled. I thought it was yummy.

There you are, then.

And there's plenty more where that came
from.

Oh, come on. It's worth a pint at least.

What's all the fuck about?

Have you been buying fish from Peggy
Armstrong, yeah? Oh, why?

Am I under arrest?

Handling stolen goods is a criminal
offence. Oh, don't talk daft, Oscar. It

just a fish.

Besides, it was a gift from the god of
the river. Oh, Juan said so. Did he now?

You know what else?

He taught me how to tickle them.

It's no good.

It's jam solid. Here, put this around
your face.

Wait, why don't we use the tunnel?

Of course.

Come on.

You go.

Your turn.

Move on, Don. I'm not sure I'll fit,
Joe. You better.

I'll be right behind you.

Don't get in there.

Where are they?

The doctor's with them now, Mrs
Tinniswood.

They're fine.

So I can take them home? For tonight,
yes.

But they will have to face criminal
charges.

It's not their fault.

It's the father's. I don't see how they
took their own decision to commit

burglary.

Terry showed him the way in.

You mean your husband used to burgle
Brigstock's antiques?

Terry was in and out of there for years.

He called it his hospital job.

If he didn't have another one on, he
could always go there.

Well, Terry knew that Brigstock was a
fence, so the old man wasn't going to

report a theft, was he?

Chances are the stuff were nicked
already, so no harm done.

I thought you said your husband gave up
crime after he was released from prison.

My Terry was a professional.

He had a family to support.

Hello. Ah!

This is Mr Blankton from the pub. Oh, go
on.

Oscar Blankton, look about these fish.

Oh, and your pork pies too.

Thank you very much. You're most kind
and we appreciate your generosity.

It's my pleasure.

David tells me you were a chindit. Oh,
yes.

I was with General Wingate.

I was his translator.

I was in Burma, too. Ah.

At Changi. Ah, difficult times.

Would you like a cup of tea?

It would be an honour. Ah, thank you.
Please, please.

Morning. Morning.

The post -mortem on Terry Tennant's wit
has just been sent over.

Oh, right. What was the result?

He died of bronchopneumonia.

That wouldn't have killed him, not in
its own.

Complicated by something called
asbestosis.

Oh, well, that would explain it, then.

I wonder where he picked that up from.

What exactly?

If you come into contact with all the
broken asbestos, you inhale these tiny

fibres.

They can sit in your lungs for years and
then suddenly start a reaction like

cancer. I've never heard of this.

It's been known for years, but nobody
seems to be doing anything about it.

If you look back through Terry's life
somewhere, he will have been working

asbestos. If he'd taken other people to
the place where he inhaled the dust,

then they might have it too.

No might about it, they will have it.
And it's a death sentence.

Don and I were in this ventilation shaft
last night with the Tinniswood kids.

It was full of asbestos dust.

We had masks over our faces.

We'd better get you checked out. But it
was just a one -off incident. It's not

like you've been regularly exposed.

It's true.

But the Tinniswood kids have.

Is there anything you'd like to say?

No.

Speak to us.

You think we got him?

On all counts. Must have been in it up
to his neck.

Ashfordly. Sir, you can have your
station back now.

Lord Ashfordly wants to speak to
whoever's in charge.

I'll be in.

See you later.

Acting Sergeant Weatherby speaking.

What now?

I'm here as the coroner's officer, Mrs
Tenniswood.

You best come in, then.

What are you staring at?

He's here because my Terry died.

We've had the results from your
husband's post -mortem.

The coroner's releasing his body so you
can make funeral arrangements.

What did he die of?

Pneumonia.

But he also had a fatal lung condition.

Told him he should see a doctor.

What was it?

Asbestosis. Never heard of it. It's
caused by inhaling dust from damaged

asbestos. It can lie dormant in the
lungs for years, decades, before it

develops. But why would Terry be
anywhere near asbestos? There was a lot

ventilation shaft at Bridgestock's
Antique.

You said your husband was a frequent
visitor.

So this stuff can kill you?

Eventually. As I say, it can take
decades.

I breathed it in myself last night, but
that wasn't just one occasion.

Terry took the kids in there.

How many times? Lots of times.

Lots and lots.

You mean they're going to get it as
well?

I'm afraid it's likely, yeah.

But you can't know for sure?

I'm sorry, but if they've had regular
exposure... No, no, no, no. That can't

right. No.

No, my kids.

Please, tell me that that is not right.

Sorry, I can't make the telephone.

What?

Look, my kids are going to die, same as
Terry, because of something he did.

I'm very sorry.

Lord Astley's currently demanding my
guts for garters. I'm on the way to see

now. Why?

Well, while we were tackling a serious
crime, someone decimated his ruddy fish,

that's what.

Really? I said we'd look after his river
before some angling competition.

You didn't tell me. Well, we had more
important stuff to do.

And while I thought I was on my way to a
commendation, he's going to put in a

complaint, and that's all Sergeant
Miller's going to see when he gets back.

I think you'd better follow me.

Are you sure you want to go?

I mean, folk round here have got used to
you now.

It is the time of our going, but maybe
one day we will return.

David, what about you? You want to
travel with us?

No. No, I'll stay here.

I belong here.

It is the beautiful bird that gets
caged.

So this is what all the foot is about?

I imagine so.

Right.

P .C. Weatherby. Can I have a word? Not
just now, Mrs. Jarrett. And generosity.

Right.

Who's responsible for the fish?

Someone's been catching these fish and
someone's been eating them. Now who?

I have.

No, I am responsible.

Oh, no, I am.

Me too.

And me, Don.

Tina. I may have purchased one,
inadvertently.

Don. I get it. They're all ruddy
Spartacus.

No, the thing is, um, I might have had
some too.

Look, I think that Ho Kwan and his
colleagues are ready to make a move.

As soon as we've had this item returned
for them.

Ah, thank you very much.

Anyone can?

All right. Just to make a move before I
change my mind.

Jorah, Jorah.

What you said about if I wanted to talk?

Yeah.

I think I'd like that.

Hey, you're such a nice chap.

I hope he comes back soon.

He who digs deepest, deepest digs.

Well, that's you, isn't it, David?

And I want you to dig deep in your
pocket and buy me a pint.

However they got up there, it's a pro
job, this.

They took on a new window cleaner.

You make a lovely couple, don't you?

Ask him what he knows about Rosie's
current whereabouts.

Rosie's not alone with him?

No. Help! Somebody!

No!

Police. They'd like a word.