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Dad?

Oh.

Oh, no.

Why don't you just go home, sir?

Look, we can deal with everything here.

I'll wait for the pathologist, Sarah.

Well, I can give you a ring when she's done.

How long do you think you've been sitting there?

A week?

Two?

What's taking so bloody long?

What is this, Stuart?

With the pathologist.

Was your father diabetic?

Not as far as I know.

There was some bruising on his left arm.

Probably caused before death.

Perhaps as a result of an injection?

Was he seeing a doctor?

Well, he was never really one of the doctors.

What was the cause of death?

I won't know until I've done the post -mortem.

But it was natural causes?

Impossible to say right now.

I'll be in touch.

So you, eh, want me to find out who this doctor was, Bart?

Meaning?

Well, meaning nothing. I just, eh, just want to help, you know?

Well, I can help by contacting Forensic.

I want every inch of that flat examined.

Well, we're not treating it as suspicious, no.

Listen, to be honest with you, mate, I'm looking for a saver here.

The deceased was my boss's father, so whatever you can do. And how long has he

been registered with Dr Vaughan?

So what time can we expect the results?

Well, in particular, we'll look for anything to do with needles, you know.

Hypodermics, diabetic equipment, that sort of thing. Can you tell me, was he a

diabetic? Can't move things forward a bit.

This should be made a priority.

Any word yet?

Sir, they're doing the post -mortem now, but toxicology could take a couple of

days. See if you can hurry them up, eh?

Listen, I'll call you back later.

Does that mean you'll listen to what I have to say? I know. You want me to go

home. Can you see me sitting there waiting for the phone to ring?

There's no investigation, sir.

Yet.

Well, maybe you just want there to be one.

Because I feel guilty.

Is that it?

Well, is it?

Look, at least let me drive, eh?

Your father was suffering from chronic liver failure as a result of acute

alcoholism.

Is that what killed him? More than likely.

I've sent off samples to toxicology. We'll see what they say.

I've told them it's a matter of thumb urgency.

What about the bruising?

According to the records, he visited his local GP about a week ago.

She took a blood sample.

Probably explains the bruising.

So he's fit enough to go and see his doctor.

And then he just suddenly dies.

Maybe he hit the bottle.

In his condition, one binge could have proved fatal.

Post -mortem results.

Appears to be natural causes.

Chronic liver failure.

Well, no surprises there, then. Still waiting on the toxicology.

Yeah, I'm betting that'll come through 100 % proof.

This'll hit the boss bad.

I mean, it would be easier if there was someone to blame.

Yeah, anybody but himself, you mean.

It gets worse.

Going by the last time he opened his mail, his dad was lying dead for

approximately a week.

He came to see you last week.

He'd been coming in regularly to get his bloods done.

He'd been fighting to hang on.

And had a drink in nearly six months.

So why were he suddenly at the portal again?

I didn't know that he had.

Was he a diabetic?

No. Why do you ask?

He had a bruise on his arm.

Blood test, probably.

A bruise can flare up later, especially with the elderly.

How did he seem last time you saw him?

He did seem a little preoccupied, like he'd something on his mind.

Nothing suspicious left.

He said he was worried about something.

I want to know what it was.

So where are we off to?

Well, try his old haunt.

I know he used to go to the local day centre.

Hiya, can I help you?

Police. We're looking for friends of Andrew Burke.

I heard about that.

It's a terrible thing.

He was lying for days, wasn't he?

He used to come in here regularly, eh?

Aren't he, is it? That's right.

He sat with the usuals.

The usuals?

Over there.

A few of them drop in from time to time.

Old friends, that sort of thing.

Some come, some go.

And some die.

True enough.

There are only three of them left now.

First old Ellen, and now Andrew.

It's a right shame.

Ellen?

Ellen Phillips.

She died a couple of months ago.

Thanks, Angie.

Hi, folks.

Do you mind if we join you?

No. We're police officers.

We're looking into the death of Andrew Burke. Tom Gardner.

It was a terrible shock.

I mean, we knew he was ill, but still.

I'm his son.

Whose son?

Andrew Burke's.

Burke's not here right now.

Andrew Dye Billy, remember?

He forgets things.

Detective Chief Inspector, isn't it?

That's right.

I'm Teresa.

Teresa Braithwaite.

Is there an investigation?

No, it's just a routine thing.

His doctor reckoned that he had something in his mind before he died.

Oh, I think he was toiling with the drink problem.

Six months in the wagon, but it was getting on top of him again.

The last you said that somebody else had died recently.

Ellen, that's right.

When was that?

Oh, that's two months ago now.

How did she die? Cancer.

She died in the hospital.

Who did?

Ellen. You remember Ellen.

Ellen's dead.

She died a couple of months ago.

Will you tell us about the funeral?

And please, send our condolences to your brother.

John.

But I see something wrong.

When did it happen?

I found him this morning.

You did?

I thought I'd pay him a visit.

Just as well, eh?

What? I mean just as well you paid him a visit for a change.

I would have been here sooner if I'd get caught up with reporting it all.

You know how that is.

Right.

I had to come, I suppose.

Still.

How long had he been lying?

A while.

A few days. We don't know yet.

I've been away.

Just up north for a few days fishing.

I mean, I rang him, but he wasn't in.

I saw him just last week I went to see him.

Like I normally do every week.

Was there something bothering him?

Struggling with the drink as usual, but...

Where is he now?

He's in the mortuary.

They have to do a post -mortem. What for?

Well, it's standard procedure. When somebody's found like that, they have to

establish cause of death.

You don't need a post -mortem to know it was the drink that killed him.

Suppose I'll have to make arrangements.

Ah, well, we have to wait for the pathology folk to finish.

Right.

I've got my number, then.

Forensics have checked out the flat. There's no sign of any needles or

equipment.

The pathologist reckons it was a blood test that caused the bruising.

Yeah.

Still here, then.

I don't know what you'd like.

Fraser.

Hi, Pete.

Toxicologist, sir.

What have you got?

You're sure?

Okay.

He had a high dose of diamorphine in his body.

Diamorphine?

It looks like your father died of a heroin overdose.

Go on, boss.

You know how it is. He can't be involved in it.

Somebody killed him, Robbie. We don't know that for sure.

There were no needles found in the flat.

Okay, so maybe he took it elsewhere and then came back home.

No. That's how the dose would have had an immediate effect.

See? There you are.

He couldn't have moved anywhere once he was injected.

And what's all this?

Where's the pictures? The body? The post -mortem? The connections? The leads?

Where? Well, we didn't want to... What?

Hurt my feelings?

Get them up there. This is a murder investigation.

You know the upstairs won't let you get involved in a personal case.

Yeah, maybe so.

They can't stop me working on other things, can they?

Robbie, look at that.

£200 ,000.

What is it?

Documents we found at Andrew Burke's flat this morning.

It's a savings plan with life assurance attached.

That's £200 ,000?

Yeah, he's been paying into it most of his life.

It says it's payable to his sons.

OK.

I think I'll have to treat this as a motive.

That there's Ellen Phillips.

The one that died of cancer.

In the hospital, you said?

Aye, that's right.

And the rest are away and all.

Just the three of us left now.

Me, Tom and Billy.

Where is Billy?

He'll have forgotten.

We were meeting up.

No worries. Andy will drop something off at his place later.

Why is Dr Vaughan in the picture?

Oh, it was her birthday.

We got wind of it.

Put out a call for her to come here.

An emergency, like.

I bake the cake.

So you were all quite close to her? Ah, she's a good sort.

You know, like some of the youngsters you get nowadays, eh? So, prescription?

Next? Aye, she looks after you.

So you're up north for how long?

Just a few days away.

Where about exactly?

I took a wee cottage just up past Inverness.

Can somebody confirm that?

Why would you need it confirmed?

There's some suspicious factors around your father's death.

Suspicious? Just need to eliminate some possibility.

You mean I'm under suspicion?

Did you know he had a savings plan?

He mentioned something once.

Look, I thought he died in actual causes.

How did you book this cottage?

Through an agency.

Can you give us the details?

That's the receipt.

Oh, officer.

Doctor. Billy, these are police officers.

I know that.

I'll pop back later to see you. Oh,

come in.

Have you been feeling all right, Willie? I can just my head.

I tend to forget things, especially the tablets.

Dr Vaughan's been really good, though.

Angie sent these over for you.

Angie?

I said I was supposed to meet up with Tom.

It's OK, they understand.

I just... keep forgetting everything these days.

Billy, can you have a look at this picture for me?

I'm okay with pictures.

That's your dad.

You were quite close to him, eh? Aye.

It was me that killed him.

You killed him?

He was always going on about you, John this, John that.

How did you kill him, Billy?

Who? Andrew Burke.

Andrew's dead.

When did that happen?

It's all right, Billy.

Never mind.

Dr. Vaughan said she would take care of them.

Robbie.

There was an Ellen Phillips who died in the hospital. Used to go to the same

lunch club as my dad.

I want you to go and talk to the doctor that signed her death certificate. Dr.

Red...

Graham Fletcher?

See if you can get him to talk about illness.

How she died, if there was anything unusual.

And see if that GP, Marion Vaughan, was involved in any way.

I thought we'd agreed that I would handle this case.

I'm just offering you some advice.

Also, you might want to think about following up on the heroin now. That

have come from somewhere.

Oh, yeah, of course. But listen, boss.

Do you know your father had a savings plan worth over 200 grand?

Sir?

That's your brother at reception?

What's he doing here?

John, you want to tell me what's going on?

What do you mean?

Your officers have been ruining my work. Asking questions.

Asking me for an alibi.

They found heroin in his body.

Heroin? An overdose. That's what killed him.

They mentioned his savings.

I just heard about them.

I got the impression they think I killed him for the money.

Is that what you think?

I loved him.

I tried my best to look after him.

I'd done what I could.

You can have the money.

I don't want it.

John, but... Shit.

Okay, thanks.

The receipt's genuine.

He booked the cottage for four days.

Yeah, but how do we know he actually went?

What the hell are you playing at?

Accusing my brother?

I did not accuse your brother.

You go bulldozing and asking questions. What's he supposed to think?

For God's sake, the man's just lost his father.

So have you, sir.

You see, this is what I'm talking about.

This is why you should not be involved in this case.

John never killed him, I can tell you that.

What?

You think he did?

I don't know.

And that is why I'm conducting an investigation.

Are you suggesting I shouldn't?

You want to investigate something, get yourself to that hospital.

Robbie.

Did your brother give you a hard time?

He was entitled.

You've never really mentioned him before?

No.

Well, me and John, we never really had much in common.

Now, him and my dad, they got on real well.

Which is why I know he didn't kill him.

Ellen Phillips?

She has a surviving daughter.

Jane, I've got a dress.

You can understand we have a lot of death to deal with.

Oh, here we go.

Ellen Phillips.

Yeah, I remember now. She was terminally ill. She had lung cancer,

complications, pneumonia.

Nothing unusual.

Well, nothing recorded here.

That's quite a common thing among lung cancer patients.

Was there a post -mortem?

I don't think so. Let me check.

The daughter was asked. She said no.

And her GP was Marion Vaughan.

That's right. I know Marion well. We went to uni together.

So would she have been involved in cheating Mrs Phillips once she'd been

admitted? No.

Responsibility would have been transferred to me.

My mother recently passed away quite suddenly.

I've just lost my father under circumstances.

Was there anything that struck you strange about your mother's death?

The suddenness of it.

You see, she'd been told that she had six months, maybe as much as a year to

live.

Two weeks after they told her, she died.

at the beginning i think that jr may well have shot himself the oldest member

nigel cheerful dad of two boys who's happy to play the joker juggle

but you didn't ask anyone about it at the time i wondered why

they hadn't done a post -mortem

I would have liked an explanation as to why she died so quickly.

Pathologist? Yeah, she's on her way.

Forensics too.

Who found her?

Angie.

The volunteer from the decent.

I dropped him with some breakfast for him.

Just lying there.

What time was this?

About nine, quarter to nine.

I was on my way to work.

Did you see anyone else around at the time? Didn't think any.

Any family?

None that I'm aware of.

And what about last night? Did you drop in on him then?

Why would I?

Only way home, I mean.

You seem to be quite close to him, you know?

Well, you get attached to them, don't you?

Seeing them every day doesn't mean you're like family or anything.

So you didn't see him last night?

No. I already said.

Okay, Miss Hamilton, thanks. We'll be in touch.

She seemed a bit on edge.

She just found a dead body.

Ah, of course.

So, Billy Watson had bruising on his arm.

Same as my dad.

Yeah, we'll have to wear him pathology before we can connect the two. Oh, come

on, Robbie. It's got to be the same killer.

We heard Dr Vaughan mention she was popping back to see Billy Watson last

When I looked into her history, I found out she worked in a geriatric hospital

for three years, caring for the terminally ill.

Why did she leave?

According to one of the nurses, she had a breakdown.

Possible motive?

I mean, these recent victims were terminally ill.

Ellen Phillips had cancer, Billy Watson with Alzheimer's. So maybe she was

putting them out of their misery.

But Ellen Phillips died in hospital.

Well, she could have gone to see her just before she died.

I also found out that this Dr Fletcher was actually Marion Bond's boss at the

hospital. And there was a rumour he was more than that.

So he could be covering up for her.

If I was running this investigation, I would have this Dr Bond in for a wee Q

session. Well, of course.

Uh, boss, where are you off to?

Ellen Phillips died of an overdose of morphine, didn't she?

I gave you the records. I prescribed the appropriate dosage. It was you that

wrote up the records.

It would have been one of the nurses who administered the dose. You can check

with the staff nurse who was on duty, Nurse Jordan.

Oh, don't you worry, I will.

Tell me about Marion Vaughan.

Like I told the other officer, we went to uni together.

You were her boss when she worked at the geriatric hospital, weren't you?

Were you having an affair with her?

Look, I've told you, this has got nothing to do with Marion.

Right now, she's the only one in the frame.

She worked with a terminally ill. She had a breakdown.

Now she sees herself as some kind of angel of death.

I think the two of you had an affair and you're covering up for it. No, it was

nothing like that.

Ellen Phillips died of an overdose, didn't she?

I suspected that was the case. It was never proven.

Because there was never a post -mortem. Because you never asked for one. The

woman was dying anyway. I thought one of the nurses had made an error.

I had the hospital's reputation to think of. Well, however you look at it,

Doctor. There's been a cover -up here and we will be investigating it.

When was the last time you saw Billy Watson?

What happened?

He was found dead this morning.

Dead? He died between 9 and 12 last night.

Can you account for your movements during that time?

You're accusing me of what?

Killing him?

Did you?

Why would I want to kill Billy Watson?

Because of your time working with geriatrics?

All that suffering?

Nothing you can do to prevent it?

Can you even begin to imagine what it feels to witness that?

Day in, day out?

I can imagine it feels impossible to cope with.

I took a break.

Got away from it all for a while. Took a talk.

Realised I could still do something worthwhile as a GP.

Am I offering a quick and easy way out?

No.

Never.

That would go against everything I've ever believed in.

Did you visit Billy last night?

Yes, I did.

On my way home around nine o 'clock.

I called in to check if he was okay and he was fine when I left him.

Are you having an affair with Dr.

Graham Fletcher?

I don't see why that would be relevant.

It would give him a reason for covering up the fact that he visited Ellen

Phillips while she was in hospital.

I never went near the hospital.

You okay?

Fine.

I went ahead and ordered a coffin.

Good for you.

Well, somebody had to take care of things.

And you were always the one that did that, weren't you?

What's that supposed to mean?

I was a foreigner.

I was bitterly. And that was wrong, was it?

No. I'll tell you your problem, Matthew. It's too late for you. That's what this

is.

Too late?

And now you're wishing you'd phoned them.

Now you'd like to check he's okay, wouldn't you?

I don't want to fight.

No, here. Well, don't go picking on me because you were as great as a son.

Go on.

Go on then, big man.

You're pathetic.

You know that?

That was the place in Invernaith.

John Burke didn't arrive at the cottage until two days after his father died.

John Burke?

What is it now?

What's going on here?

He's been lying, sir.

For the booking of a cottage north of Inverness for four days.

Can you confirm that's the same receipt you gave her?

It is.

I don't understand.

And you stayed in this cottage for the full four days, is that correct?

I've already told you that.

There's a caretaker that looks after the cottages.

She made a statement to the fact that you didn't arrive at the cottage until

third day.

Well...

I got delayed.

What does it matter?

It matters because you lied to her.

Why?

I just forgot.

I didn't think it was important.

John, you had an argument with your father just before he died, is that

An argument?

At the day centre?

About his drinking?

Ah, that.

It was just the usual thing.

I went round the flat. I found a bottle there.

They'd been doing really well.

I was just frustrated, that's all.

John, did you kill your father?

How can you ask me that?

I look at it from our point of view.

And it seems as if you booked this cottage to give yourself an alibi.

That's not how it was.

Then tell us how it was.

Let us help you here.

About the cottage.

I meant to get away.

I've been looking after him a lot.

The strain of him drinking again, I just couldn't take that. So I wanted to get

away.

Right, but...

Like you say, we had an argument.

I felt bad, so I thought I'd go and patch things up with him.

You went to see him?

That's right.

But he was... I found him lying there.

He was dead.

I panicked. I didn't know what to do.

I nearly reported it, but I just

went home.

I stayed there.

Confused.

Must have been the shock or something.

Then I thought, what does it matter now?

So I went up north and left him lying there.

I didn't know what to do.

Sorry I had to put the pressure on him, boss.

Think it through, Robbie.

You really think John killed all those old folk?

Where's the logic in that?

Well, if he was after the inheritance and killed them with some kind of smoke

screen. What, to cover up one murder?

He did like us.

That being explained, all that.

He explained that he left the body lying there and went up north.

I mean, he was away for a few days.

You'd think he'd have stopped panicking by then.

Look, if John was clever enough to invent all that, he'd have been clever

to realise his alibi wouldn't work.

Now, all this smokescreen theory is just a lot of nonsense.

John couldn't even begin to dream that up.

So he just panicked, and you're happy with that explanation, are you? I don't

know what was in his head.

I do know it wasn't murder.

Nurse Jordan, you were in duty the day Ellen Phillips died.

I was.

I remember it quite well, because Mrs Phillips wasn't down as critical at the

time. So we were all a bit surprised when she went.

Do you remember if she'd any visitors that day?

She only had one visitor that day. It was quite unusual.

What was that?

Well, she was normally visited every single day by the same crowd.

Her friends, quite a bunch of them. Old folk hurry.

The day she died, there was only one of them. And he left just before she passed

away.

Can you see the man in this picture?

Yeah, that's him there.

You sure about that?

Certain. I remember speaking to him.

Are you okay?

Let's go.

Was my dad good friends with Ellen Phillips?

As much as the rest of us.

He went to visit her the day she died.

We all used to go and see her in the hospital.

But he was the last one to visit her.

Do you know if he ever fell out of bed?

Not that I'm aware of.

We're all good, pal.

Would it be okay with you if we held the funeral now?

Barrow number one, please.

Barrow number two.

Barrow number three.

Barrow number four.

We are glad,

Lord, that now for Andrew all sickness and pain are ended.

Even death itself is past.

We therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

The souls of the righteous are in the hands of God, and there shall move God

with us.

They are in peace.

You okay, son?

Yeah.

I'll fight.

You'll all go back to the station.

I'll be long enough.

John.

I'm sorry I went for you.

Do you mind if I untie you?

You hit me right in the face with a ball.

Nearly broke my nose.

You could hardly stand up for love.

Neither could he.

Is that what you want, Matt?

Reminisce? Happy childhood? Fun memories?

It was just...

You think I killed him?

No.

I left him to rot, though, didn't I?

You want to know why?

You said you panicked.

I lied.

You left him on purpose.

Why?

Because it was your turn.

All these years I've sorted them out, cleaned them up.

I thought just once, just one time, it was your turn to clean up the mess.

You were always the one that looked after him.

I did that right enough.

Always the right thing.

Always the good son.

And what did I get?

See, your brother's in the police force.

See, your brother's a detective chief inspector now.

Matt this, Matt that.

You were the one that he loved, John.

Is that what you think?

All they ever saw in me was everything that wasn't you.

I hardly went near him. You think that mattered?

You were always his son.

I was just invisible.

Always there and never seen.

That's why I hated him.

And that's why I left him to rot.

I never knew.

Why should you?

You never cared what he thought. I did care.

I just never let him know.

Well, there's your button.

I'm short of mine now.

John, wait a minute.

We should keep in touch.

What for?

Because that's what he would have wanted.

That's what I want.

Dr Vaughan.

What is it this time?

More accusations?

No, I need some information.

You said you went to see Billy Walsall at nine o 'clock.

That's right.

Did you see anyone else there? Maybe outside his house?

There was nobody.

The street was empty at that time of night.

And he went straight home?

That's right.

Well, I got stuck for a while with old Tom and Teresa.

Where?

I was walking home. I met them a couple of streets away from Billy's.

They were out for a walk.

Once you get chatting to them, you can never get away.

Did they say where they were going?

I never asked.

Is it important?

Tom Gardner and Teresa Braithwaite. Are either of them terminally ill?

You know that's confidential.

Doctor, there could be another life at stake here.

It's too late.

She's at peace now.

Leave her be.

You killed them all.

Don't be daft.

It was just my turn.

You killed my father.

I was there.

I don't understand.

Me, Billy Watson, Teresa, we were all there.

All three of you.

It was what your father wanted.

See, We had an agreement.

The last thing any of us wanted was a long, drawn -out, painful death.

So we agreed that if anybody wanted to end it with dignity, the

rest of us would accommodate him.

A suicide pact?

Well, more of a euthanasia pact.

The heroin.

Well, it's easy enough to get in the streets if you know who to talk to.

I mean, it's much better, don't you think, to be the one to decide to have a

in your own death?

I mean, your father thought so.

Matty, he was terminally ill.

I mean, it wouldn't be long before he was alone in some ward somewhere, been

kept alive to suffer.

Is that what you would have wanted for him, eh?

He chose to die.

Intested.

How long will it take?

Not long.

He'll just get tired and drop off.

Andy.

Lack of chance to change your mind.

I wish Marcy and Joan were here.

You know that can't be.

It's okay.

It's what I want.

Do it.

Now.

So you all took turns.

Seemed the right way.

And my dad had to do Ellen Phillips.

His choice.

And what about you?

Well, whoever was left at the end would have to take his own life when it came

to it.

That's me now.

And that's you to find different.

My boy will probably come looking for you, Lord.

And if he does, tell him it's all I wanted. And tell him, leave it be.

Robbie, it's over.

I'll explain later.

And tell him, I was always proud of him.

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