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R .B. Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

R .B. Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

you later.

No, I'm not.

Deeper, you can't come with me. David, call her back in, will you?

Deeper!

David!

Morning.

Doctor's here again?

Another of her bad nights, I'm afraid.

The painkillers just don't... Welcome to touch it.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Mother, you too. You must be exhausted.

You get used to it.

Morning, Dr. Pummel.

Morning, Mrs. Gray. How are you today?

Making a nuisance of myself with you.

I wouldn't say that.

Here we are then.

Different painkillers this time.

Let's see if they work.

Oh, thank you so much. You're very kind, Doctor.

I'll be back in a minute. I just need to have a word with the doctor. And then

we'll give you a bath, all right?

She still lives in wait, Doctor.

She says she feels nauseous most of the time.

And I'm pretty sure it's the side effects of the painkillers. That's why

changed them.

Well, shouldn't she at least have a check -up?

Thelma's really worried.

Let's try the new prescription first.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, I think so.

I'm just bringing Mrs Grey her library books.

I hope I've got the right ones.

Aw, Joe.

I didn't know you cared.

Uh -uh. It's not for you.

It's for my girlfriend.

I'd better get on.

I'll take those in.

I'm sure you don't want to see her in a bath, girlfriend or not.

Hmm.

Oh, Reagan.

I told you we should wait for nurse.

You're hopeless.

Oh, come on, just... Oh, Thelma, let me do it.

All right, ready?

Up we go.

Oh.

There you are.

Oh, thank you.

Just look at it.

The cheap of it. You could have knocked me down with a feather.

The bricks.

some mouldy old fridge and this.

Absolutely disgusting.

Nobody's cleaned round that ewe bend for years by the look of it.

Look, the thing is... Why would anybody do this? We didn't hear a sound, did we,

David? No.

And I'm a very light sleeper, the slightest thing, and I'm wide awake.

Could we just start at the beginning, please? I wouldn't touch that, David.

don't know what's in there.

What's this?

Edited notepaper. This is it.

This is who did it.

Heston House. Yes, and I'm going round there to give whoever lives there a

of my mind.

Just calm down, Mrs Armstrong.

Let's not go at it like a bullet a game.

I'm not, but I am going to... You're not going to do anything.

You just leave this with me.

All right?

Al, have you heard of a place called Heston House?

Heston House?

Oh, it's outside Ashfordly on the Elstonby Road.

That bloke that used to sit on the bench lives there.

For others, it is, isn't it? Right, you lot, let's have those cry sheets and the

stuff.

Guys, if someone dumps a load of rubbish onto someone else's property, what's

the legal position?

1958, letter act.

Look it up.

All I have here from you lot is natter, natter, natter.

I hope it's about something useful.

Oh, yes, sir.

Very.

Jeff Lovelight. Who?

I don't think that's time to chance with Dawn, but I'm not for sure.

Jeff, what have I been telling you? She definitely likes you.

Oh, definitely.

All I need is something to throw the two of you together and you'll be away.

Yes, but what?

Something will turn up.

Hey, Gav. Hey, where's Dawn and us?

She's over at the garage.

Doing what?

Reorganising the filing system. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't be

restrained. Anyway, I'm quite capable of pouring a few drinks.

Joe Mason, I thought you were going to get that rubbish shifted.

Yes, well... I've waited in all day, stayed in specially.

I checked the address with Alf, but I don't think it helps much. It belongs to

retired magistrate.

So? It's a bit of an unlikely culprit, wouldn't you say?

Posh folks can break the law, just like the rest of it.

And be filthy pigs.

Oh, the state of that toilet.

Honestly. Yeah, all right, there's no need to go into all that again.

And as for breaking the law, I don't think anyone has.

Oh? According to the Litter Act, it's only illegal to dump stuff if it's in a

public open space.

Well, did you hear that?

I've never heard anything...

Uh,

no, look, Jeff, she's, uh, she's over at the garage.

Hello, is this the garage?

Oh, yes, sorry, I'm the funeral plumber.

Sorry.

Oh, um, oh, hold on one sec, let me, um, just, right.

Okay, let me let this down. Go on.

He's dead?

Did you like her primrose?

Yes. You are the best thing since life's bread, of course.

Of course.

Ten more minutes if I had to spit through. How handsome you are, how

such an asset.

There's no need to be jealous.

Carol, can I have a word?

Yeah, of course.

Upstairs. Right.

and this lady, she said, can we pick it up tonight? I mean, tonight, I asked

you. I said it was too late. We'll do it in the morning. Slow down, Dawn. Do

what? Pick up the body. She said she couldn't bear to have it in the house

overnight. She's been really, really, really upset. Dawn!

Dawn, what are you talking about?

Mrs. Gray.

Mrs. Gray?

Well, no, it was her daughter.

Mrs. Gray's dead.

No, no, you've got the wrong end of the stick.

No, no, I haven't. Look, I've written it all down.

Mrs. Elsie Gray, dead.

Oh, look.

Me and Carol were just there this morning.

So when did the bleeding start?

I don't know.

I've just noticed it.

And it's bright red?

Yeah.

I'm not going into labour, am I?

I mean, I'm not due for another five weeks.

It can't happen again, Carol.

Shh, just try to stay calm. It's probably nothing, all right?

But we will need to get you into hospital just to make sure.

Yeah, I'm OK.

I'll phone straight away.

Get some things together just in case they need to keep you in.

Oh, you're not going to believe this. Mrs. Griggs. Sorry, Joe.

Sorry, Benny. Can I use the phone?

We need an ambulance.

What's going on?

That's Regina.

Right, let's see who your consultant is.

Mr Roberts.

Good, good. I'll give him a call.

At this time of night?

I can't wait till the morning.

Is it that serious?

Let's just wait and see what the expert says, shall we?

What do you

think it is?

I sent a preview.

Looks a bit like it.

Hey, don't let it get to you.

How is she?

We don't know yet.

I brought the car. I thought you might need a lift home.

Thanks, but I'd better stay on, at least until the obstetrician's made. I'll run

about, Jane. Don't worry.

No, no, I'll wait.

I'll be fine. You take as long as you like.

Thanks.

Pleasure.

I was going to tell you about Mrs Grey.

I've got to get back to Gina. I can't think about anything else.

Oh, OK. Sorry.

Hang on.

What about Mrs Grey?

She died. What?

Good.

And mother's blood pressure is?

120 over 73.

Excellent. Now, just have a little feel. Tell me if it's tender there.

No.

And the blood loss is still slight?

Yes, sir.

Well, young lady, there's no immediate cause for alarm.

We'll keep you in overnight and do an X -ray in the morning, see what's going

on, shall we? Is that all right?

Get the radiologist to do a soft tissue X -ray, will you? We need to locate the

placenta. Yes, sir.

Should the bleeding get any worse, give me a call straight away.

See you in the morning, Mrs Bellamy.

Meanwhile... Try and get some sleep.

Why do I need an X -ray? Because you could have something called placenta

previa, where the placenta gets into the wrong position, blocks the birth canal.

If only it could, Gina. No -one's saying that's what it is. What if it was?

Mr Roberts would probably have to do a fever.

Is my baby going to die, Carol?

No, of course not.

Is anybody there?

What is it, Aunt Peg?

It's nothing.

Shut up, deeper.

Go to sleep.

This business with Gina, how serious is it?

It's what Miss Roberts thinks it is, very.

Could be life -threatening.

For the baby?

For both of them.

Poor Gina.

Thank goodness Chris is there.

At least to keep an eye on her. Yeah.

This business with Mrs Grey, that's all a bit odd, isn't it?

I mean, surely you don't just suddenly die of arthritis.

Maybe it was something else, a stroke or something.

Poor Selma, though.

She'll be heartbroken.

It must have happened last night when Deep was barking and you told her to

up. Yes, David.

Oh, I remember. I thought at the time there must be something up.

Yes, so you keep saying. I thought they'd left another toilet.

No, that's not a toilet. It's a bidet.

What? A bidet.

What's that for?

Don't ask. It's French.

Let's have a look what's in this sack.

Here you are.

That majesty.

Try it, fella, again. I knew it!

You must feel awfully bad, babe.

It was all so sudden, wasn't it?

What happened exactly?

I don't know.

A funeral?

Well, of course you do.

Dr. Thomas is here now.

I'll leave you and him to have a little chat and I'll come back later.

Okay?

That was in a terrible state. What on earth happened?

Was your grave seen fine in the morning? Sorry, nurse, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I think you'll find it's all in the death certificate.

Death certificate? What, it's been found already?

Yes, yes.

If you'd excuse me. What, you mean it's not going to be post -mortem?

No, not at all. It's all quite in order. Well, so was it a stroke or...? No,

nothing like that.

Thelma is waiting. Excuse me.

Would you like a sedative?

You're my patient, too, as well as your mother, little cat.

Eddie Carobber.

Look at it go on. It's all right. The same bloke.

Again. Yes, but he's a... What is he, Al? A retired magistrate. Well, I don't

care if he's the King of England.

If he thinks he can dump a fridge and a toilet... Is it it? Is it?

The address found on the famous rubbish heap? It most certainly is. And it's

happened again.

An ascot and a bidet this time. Go and see what's going on.

But me?

Perhaps I've got a screen.

I thought I was looking at you.

No post -mortem? Are you sure? Yeah. Dr Thomas found the death certificate

straight away last night.

So what was the cause of death?

He didn't say. He was in a hurry to talk to Thelma.

Look, I was surprised too to start with, but, I mean, he is one of the best

doctors in the district.

If he's happy, it must be all right.

Except that when a death is unexpected, there's always a post -mortem.

Joe... The funeral's tomorrow.

Lovely coffin, eh?

Solid mahogany, brass handles.

Real quality.

Yeah, it should be for the price.

Well, nothing but the best for Mother. That's what Thelma said.

Is this for Mrs. Gray? It is.

The Hanoverian.

Luckily, we had one in stock.

Um, Bernie, could I have a word?

I gather the funeral's tomorrow.

Aye. Why so soon?

Well, the daughter wanted to get it over with. Why is there a problem?

It just seems a bit rushed, that's all.

You get to see the death certificate, don't you?

What did Dr Thomas put on it?

What is this, idle curiosity or an official inquiry?

I'm not sure yet.

General wasting.

I'm sorry?

That's what he said, General Wasting.

Well, my dear, good news.

We shan't be doing that Caesar this morning, after all.

Oh, no, it's not. Not placenta previa, no.

Everything is in a normal position, which still leaves us with the problem

this bleeding.

You see, the other thing it could be, Mrs Bellamy, is something called

placentae. which, in layman's terms, is when the placenta starts to come away

from the uterine wall.

The bleeding is still getting less, is it? More or less, Doctor.

And that's an excellent sign.

All the same, I think we ought to keep you in a bit longer, just to play safe,

all right?

Yes, Doctor.

So far, so good, my dear.

He doesn't mean that, does he?

He knows there's something wrong.

He's just not sure what.

Nonsense. He's very hopeful.

I haven't felt my baby kick.

Not once this morning.

Stop worrying, Gina.

We listened to its heartbeat just a few minutes ago.

It's fine.

Ta -da!

Lovely dog, thanks.

Oh, and I've got some cards as well. I've got one from Bernie and one from

and Peggy.

It's good to see you, Gina.

I've been worried sick, Oscar.

General Waste, then?

What is it?

Well, it's just a kind of catch -all phrase, meaning, I don't know, weight

or... Was Miss McGree losing weight?

Recently, yes, but Thelma and I talked to Dr Thomas about it and he didn't

it was that bad.

I mean, she was thin, but... Not thin enough to die of. I wouldn't have

so, no.

So why did he put on her death certificate?

Oh, I suppose... Without having a post -mortem?

Perhaps he was trying to spare Thelma's feelings. I mean, you saw how upset she

was. Perhaps he thought the strain of waiting for a post -mortem would have

too much for her. Right.

She did absolutely worship her mother, Jo.

And he would have wanted to help her.

I mean, he's been their doctor for years and years.

He's more like a family friend than anything.

Are you thinking he helped Mrs Grey on her way?

I don't know.

I won't be a minute.

She was a brave lady, your mother.

I never want her to complain.

I know she was in such pain.

The way you looked after her.

You were a wonderful daughter.

She told me so many times.

He must have had a real shock.

It's all been very sudden.

Yes.

I gather that Dr Thomas put general wasting on the certificate.

As far as I know, that wouldn't cause a sudden death.

So I thought that perhaps he put that down as the cause of death to avoid a

-mortem, you know, to spare you the extra stress.

What do you think?

I don't know.

perhaps your mother died of something quite different.

When the doctor was here last night, did he give your mother any kind of

treatment?

You know, pills or an injection or anything?

I hope you won't go bothering Dr Thomas with all this.

He's been so very good to us.

I can imagine.

You couldn't ask for a better doctor, Mother used to say.

He's even mentioned her in her will.

She thought that highly of him.

Yes? Mr Carruthers? Yes.

Come along, I haven't got all day. What do you need?

Well, it's about some sanitary equipment.

Yes. But I don't suppose you put a fridge, a nascot,

a toilet and a bidet?

On someone else's drive, have you?

I beg your pardon?

No.

No, I'm sure you haven't.

Sorry, I'll leave you in peace.

People die suddenly all the time, Mason.

Heart attacks, strokes.

Yeah, but it wasn't anything like that.

Dr. Thomas put down general wasting on the certificate.

But he wasn't wasted. I mean, nothing like.

That seems really odd.

Especially as I've just learnt that she stands to gain from her will.

You're not suggesting that he did away with her, I hope?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Mason.

Dr Thomas, the respected local GP of many years standing, killing a patient

because he hopes to get something from her will.

I think you're letting your imagination run away with you.

All right.

Perhaps it was a mercy killing because he felt sorry for Thelma.

Or perhaps... We just think there are grounds to go to the coroner to suggest

post -mortem, that's all. Yes, but what grounds?

Apart from Mason's wild suspicions.

The death just doesn't seem to add up.

I suppose that's the crux of the matter.

All right.

You may be right.

I'm not in a position to judge.

But the coroner is not going to go against the views of a doctor like Dr

is he?

Not without proper medical backing.

And I'm afraid I don't think that your opinion quite counts, nurse. I'm sorry.

That put me in a place.

Right, though. We need a doctor on our side.

What about Chris Oakley?

Not a good idea.

I'll send him out. No, I'll do it.

No, he's more likely to agree if it's done on a professional basis.

You know, a policeman to doctor.

Yeah.

Do you think?

Oh, this Mr. Carruthers said he hadn't done it.

In no uncertain terms. Well, he would, wouldn't he?

You should have.

Impressed him.

Oh, darn, Peggy. I'm sure Miss Younger did his best.

That's right, David.

I did.

And Sergeant Miller says the only thing to do now is to get rid of it yourself.

What?

Well, I've got living proof that he did it.

It's all right. It's only a long load. I don't mind moving it. You leave things

exactly as they are.

I've got plans for this little lot.

Can I have a word?

I'm a bit pushed.

It's about Dr Thomas.

Oh, yes?

Yeah, the thing is, Mrs Grey, a patient of his, she died last night.

And I'm a bit puzzled as to why he hasn't requested a post -mortem. Well,

provided the death was straightforward.

Yeah, well, it wasn't. That's the whole point. It was sudden and unexpected.

We don't think the death certificate makes a lot of sense.

Sorry, we?

Yeah, um, Carol and me.

We both saw Mrs Grey regularly.

Carol especially. She was around there every day.

Because of death that Dr Thomas put down.

Which was?

Something called a general wasting.

Which is a perfectly legitimate cause of death. Not in this case. Not according

to Carol.

Something doesn't feel quite right, Chris.

We've spoken to Sergeant Miller and he says he can't do anything until he gets

second medical opinion.

And you're asking me to give one?

Well, just have a look at the medical record.

See if Dr Thomas' diagnosis rings true.

He's a very senior doctor.

He's worked in this area for more than 30 years.

It's a question of medical etiquette. Oh, I see.

Doctors sticking together. That's predictable. It's just not done for

another doctor's case. It could threaten my whole career.

Look, whatever he put on the certificate, I'm sure he's right. I

help you. I'm sorry.

I'm just after the truth.

Think about it.

Right, listen, you lot. While Oscar's out, can I tell you my big idea?

Yeah, go on, Dawn.

Well, you know it's his birthday coming up soon. He's got no friends or family.

No friends?

He's got plenty of friends.

And a family.

Well, gone, anyway.

Well, he doesn't, does he? Anyway, what I was thinking... Why not throw the

party?

I was just about to say that.

You are psychic.

Well, not really.

Geoff had the same idea yesterday.

Didn't you, Geoff?

Did I? You did.

Oh, yes.

Well, anyway... Hang on, when is his birthday?

About three weeks.

Oh, I don't think so, Dawn, sorry.

It'd only be two weeks from when Gina's baby's due. If all goes well, I really

don't think... Did you find Chris?

Yeah. And did you say he'd speak to Miller?

No.

Bernie! Did I have a word?

When you laid out Mrs Grey, did anything strike you? What do you mean?

Were there any signs of how she died?

Oh, well, that's between me and the deceased, isn't it? As I said to Dr

Dr Oakley?

Why, he just rang asking the same question. I don't know why you're all so

interested in poor old Mrs Grey.

David! What?

Oh, there you are.

Come on, chop, chop.

Get your clothes back on. We're off out.

Have you any idea where I might find Chris Oakley?

Do you know what time it is?

I need another word.

Urgently.

Why did you ring Bernie Scripps?

Well, obviously it was about Mrs Grey, but what did he tell you?

Look, Chris, if you know something, now's the time to speak out. The

tomorrow. Okay.

After you've gone, I thought about what you said.

And I looked up her notes. Not Dr Thomas's, her notes here at the

clinic, and they mentioned various symptoms, all from the last few months.

Which were?

Weight loss, hair loss, brittle nails, itching, and a particular type of skin

pigmentation called raindrop skin.

I looked them up and... Well, then I spoke to Bernie and asked him about the

state of the body.

Joe, I'm in a very awkward position.

You think she's been poisoned, don't you?

The symptoms fit, that's all.

So you've got to speak to Sergeant Miller.

I mean, what if I'm wrong?

A whole lot of disgusting stuff. And I want to know who put it there. And I

it removed by lunchtime.

Or else I'll go straight to the chief constable.

Oh, there he is, the young man who came round.

Perhaps you can tell me who these criminals are.

You certainly seem to know a great deal about it.

All right, Mr Carruthers.

Constable Younger and I will be having a chat later on. Just leave it to me.

I'm as concerned about this as you are.

Believe me.

Weatherby? Show the gentleman out.

Yes, Sarge. I'm warning you, if this stuff isn't removed... Yes, sir, we'll

doing everything we can, sir. Rest assured.

Sounds like the same rubbish that was dumped at Peggy Armstrong's.

That must have been her, wasn't it?

It's the sort of daft thing that she'd do.

Go and see her again, lad. Get her to move it.

She'll never do that, Sarge. You know how stubborn she is. Well, ask her

and if she refuses, then bring her in and I'll ask her.

You'd better go too, Wetherby. You know how Walker shouldn't get.

Dr Oakley.

I think we need to call in CID about Mrs Grey -Sargent.

Dr Oakley has serious concerns about the cause of death.

Coming home?

That's right, this afternoon.

Crack it, you know, I'd better get on. Yeah.

Come on, Oscar.

Good news.

He's all right.

You're sure? You're not just saying that? No, it was a false alarm.

First blood vessel in the cervix.

Sorry, I won't embarrass you. Just take it from me. It was nothing serious.

Will the baby be all right?

Absolutely.

Believe me, Oscar, there really is nothing to be worried about.

So you're telling us... I'm telling you, reluctantly.

But I'm forced to agree with Constable Mason and Nurse Cassidy that there

have been a post -mortem.

Because the death was sudden and unexpected.

And because she recently had a number of unexplained symptoms.

And because I got the impression that the undertaker wasn't entirely happy

the state of the body.

Then there's the will business.

Dr. Tom has been mentioned in Mrs. Gray's will.

So what are we saying, that this is a suspicious death? Whether it's

or not is not the point. The point is it hasn't been investigated properly.

Therefore, we should alert the coroner. Exhumations need to be authorised by the

Home Secretary. It could take months. It doesn't have to be exhumed. Mrs Grey

hasn't been buried yet. She's in a chapel of rest until 11 o 'clock this

morning.

I think we should go ahead.

Let's do it.

You what?

Collect up all this filthy rubbish and take it away. Not on your nelly. But

not his rubbish.

Oh, yes, it is.

And if he's denying it, he's telling whoppers. Mr Carruthers is threatening

go to the chief constable.

Friends in high places.

People like him, they're all the same. It's David and Goliath over again, isn't

it? Well, I'm sticking to my guns.

Right, I'll have to come and speak to Sergeant Miller.

Oh, I see.

You're arresting me, are you?

Don't be ridiculous. Come on, then. Put the handcuffs on.

Lock me up because somebody else has done their rubbish and my drive.

Maggie, you're not being arrested.

David. David, look after everything for me, will you?

I may be gone for some time.

I'm really sorry.

May we come in and explain?

We need to talk about the night she died and about Dr Thomas.

We don't want to alarm you, Thelma, but there's some questions we need to ask

him. Could we talk with you first?

No, I'm sorry.

OK, let's get the doctor in.

I think we've got enough anyway.

Oh, no.

Right, Mr Scripps. Doesn't matter.

It's just Aunt Peg's got herself into a spot of bother.

Funeral's off.

What?

Well, what about the vicar?

I've just rung in. Well, and the grave. We've already dug the grave.

Well, I know that.

Poor Fel, my goodness knows what she must be feeling.

Flippin' heck.

So at least he'll give me some time to help Aunt Peg.

Will you take a look at these for me? No, we've got all this to deal with.

Mr Scripps, this is what we found on that big heap of rubbish.

Now, I'm just sure that our place got hold of the wrong end of the stick.

Mr Scripps, you're clever.

What do you think those are?

I don't know, do I?

Fructions of some sort.

Look, there's notepaper.

Diagrams for a heating system of some sort, looks like.

From him to...

Well, doesn't say.

But you're right, she's got it all wrong.

Your rubbish tipper ain't Caruthers, it's whoever he's doing these drawings

Not today, thank you.

Oh, we just wanted to show you. You're wasting your time, I've no wish to be

converted. Good day.

It's about the rubbish.

Floor?

Well, there ain't a floor in my argument.

Oh, yes, there is, Peggy. And I spotted it the minute David showed me these.

Yes, Mr. Carruthers' notepaper left on my drive. With instructions from him to

someone else.

And there's someone else left the letter, is that what you're saying?

we know his name.

As soon as we showed this to Mr Carruthers, he remembered him.

It was Paul Piper.

Piper the plumber?

Oh, the very same. Paul Piper.

Now, that name rings a bell.

Didn't he do a job for us a few months back? Yes, he did all that work up in

bathroom. And you didn't pay the bill, and he got really angry. Yes, well... I

knew I'd seen that old toilet before.

It was ours.

It's the one he took out.

Ah, Dr Thomas.

This way, please.

So why exactly am I here?

Just to give a preliminary statement.

Before we have the post -mortem results, that's a bit of a waste of time,

though, isn't it? We need to clear up a few concerns, that's all.

I very well fire away.

You put general wasting down as the cause of death.

That's avoiding a post -mortem. I was not avoiding anything, young man.

I was stating a medical opinion.

Though not according to Dr Oakley. Dr Oakley? No, what's he got to do with it?

Never mind that. Let's concentrate on Mrs Gray.

She'd recently been complaining of a number of symptoms, I believe.

Oh? Oh, come on, Doctor.

Nausea and weight loss for start.

Nurse Cassidy drew your attention to them several times, yet you didn't

investigate. Because I didn't need to.

They were caused by the painkillers.

But there were other symptoms, weren't there?

Not that I know of.

Hyperkeratosis of the palms of the hands.

Range of appearance of the skin. Well, side effects of the medication, I'm

Mrs Grey and her daughter were both your patients, yes?

Of course. One had terrible arthritis that was getting worse by the day. The

other was in an almost unbearable situation of having to look after her.

hopeless state of affairs, wouldn't you say? No, I would not, and quite frankly,

I'm not prepared to say anything further.

Unlike Dr Oakley, I take loyalty to patients and colleagues extremely

Did it ever occur to you that as their doctor, you could put them both out of

their misery?

I beg your pardon?

I think you know what we're talking about.

Especially when you consider Mrs Grey's will.

What? And how you stood to benefit.

enough of this. Unless for some unknown reason you're going to arrest me, I am

going to leave.

Dr. Thomas, please, sit down.

Hello. What can I do for you?

I killed a Mr Ventress.

I killed my mother.

Fly papers.

Dipped in her drinks.

Just one or two a day.

I knew they contained arsenic.

I thought if I did it slowly, no -one would notice.

I didn't mean to kill her.

I just wanted somebody else to look after her, not me.

And on the day she died?

I gave her a big dose.

I just wanted to hurry things up.

I didn't realise what it would do.

It was horrible.

I phoned Dr Thomas, but it was too late.

Did you tell him what you'd done?

She's robbed me of my life.

Thelma, did you tell Dr Thomas what you'd done? I've done nothing.

No husband, no children, not even a job.

Devoted daughter.

That's what people said.

That's a joke.

I couldn't do it anymore.

I hated it.

I hated her. I don't think you mean that.

Oh, yes, I do.

Oh, yes.

You can have it all back again. In your bathroom, if you want. Just say the

word.

I fancy you dumping it at Mr Iron Mighty Carruthers' place, though.

Time it is, eh? And if you'd have paid me for the job when I sent the billing,

none of this would have happened, right?

So I want two pound extra for interest on late payment. I'm paying you for the

work and not a penny more.

So clear off before I go and get me gun.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Once we suspected poisoning.

You naturally suspected me.

Did you know what Thelma was going to do?

No, of course not.

Or what she'd done once she'd done it.

Dr Thomas.

When I reached the house that night, Mrs Grey was already dead.

There was nothing I could do for her.

My duty then became to look after my remaining patient, Thelma.

That doesn't answer my question.

And it doesn't have to.

My job is to do the best for my patients, and I feel I've done that all

It's just a shame that a fine woman is locked in a police cell.

Not such a fine woman, Doctor.

She killed her own mother.

All right, I understand that.

But when you've reached my age and seen what I've seen...

you might be slower to reach judgment.

Did you speak to Gina about the party idea?

Yeah, and she loved it. She said that we could... Here they come.

Oh, welcome home, Gina.

Back safe and sound.

Oh, thanks,

everyone.

Am I glad to be back? We're glad to have you back because it's not the same here

without you.

Thanks, David.

And no more rushing about, Doctor's orders.

No, from now on, I am going to do everything for you.

I gather Thelma Grey has been arrested and that Dr Thomas had nothing to do

it. That's right.

So all this stuff about him being in her will? Was irrelevant.

I was wrong.

But look at it this way.

Dr Thomas was innocent, so at least you didn't shock a fellow doctor.

Maybe not, but I've had an extremely sniffy note from him, and I'm afraid my

name will be mud from now on. You did the right thing, though.

Going to the Father Miller.

Exactly.

Thanks.

Oh, love.

Oh, Peggy, did you see Mr Piper, then? Yes, I did.

Stupid man.

Still, we won't be having any more trouble from him.

Who is the man?

He's been making a nuisance of himself with my wife.

Oh. Sorry.

Gina,

she's having the baby.

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