All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S07E02.Mens.Sana.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

# Heaven

# I'm in heaven

# And my heart beats so
that I can hardly speak

# And I seem to find
the happiness I seek

# When we're out together,
dancing cheek to cheek

# Heaven

# I'm in heaven

# And the cares that hang
around me through the week

# Seem to vanish like a
gambler's lucky streak

- Good morning, everybody.
# When we're out together

Now let's see who's where.
# Dancing cheek to cheek

- What are you today, Chrissie?

Seaweed?

- Peat.

- My brother likes
the seaweed best.

I like peat.

Clings.

- Seaweed baths.

Mrs. Whale,

Mr. Whale,

Mrs. Vanston,

and Mr. Marks.

Peat baths, Sir Christopher,

Miss Archer,

Mrs. De Jong,

and Mrs. Ankin.

# Dance with me

# I want my arms around you
Come on Mr. Marks, love.

# Those charms about you

# Will carry me through

# To Heaven

# I'm in heaven

# And my heart beats so
that I can hardly speak

# And I seem to find
the happiness I seek

# When we're out together

- Morning.
# Dancing cheek to cheek

Morning.

- Good morning Mr. Miles.

- Molly.

# La da da da

# Mm mm la da da da

# La da da da da da da

# Seem to vanish like a
gambler's lucky streak

# When we're out together
dancing cheek to cheek

- We'll miss you, Mr. Dalziel.

- Mutual, Doctor.

- Remember, moderate
your lifestyle.

- Haven't got one of them.
# Dance with me

# I want my arms about you

# The charm about you

# Will carry me through

# To heaven

# I'm in heaven

# And my heart beats so
that I can hardly speak

Sorry.

Get me home.

# And I seem to find
the happiness I seek

# When we're out together

# Dancing cheek to cheek
What?

- Cheers, Maggie.
- Thank you, you're welcome.

Sir Christopher.

- Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

- Maggie?

I got you
some healthy stuff.

- Ta.

You have had
a heart attack, Andy.

Yeah.

Crap.

Crap.

Crap.

Crap.

Easy listening for
the young at heart.

- You'll be ordering that, then.

You feel all right?
- Yeah.

Now I'm away from all
them ill buggers.

Coffee?

- No, I better get off.

- Skimmed?

That's pint of water with
an udder waved over it.

You'll call if you need to?

- If I need to.

- I could come back sooner.

- They said a month.

You stay put.

- That bread's all brown.

- It's good for you.

Bye then.

- Ta for the card.

Everyone.

Right.

- More Rescue Remedy, Maggie?

Aww...

- Doctor Laurie, thank you.

Now, Maggie's very
up on these things,

and as you only saw
Mrs. Vanstone yesterday,

she thought you could
deal with the formalities.

- Of course.

Her own GP's...?

Oh, other side of
Sheffield, where she lived.

It'd take ages.

What do you think?

- Having examined her yesterday,

she knew her heart could
give out at any time.

Yes, I'm happy to certify
that as a cause of death.

- Thanks.

- When you're ready.

- Just a second, just a second!

Look here!

This is all pretty odd!

- Sir Christopher, would
you wait outside please?

- Certainly not.

I wasn't sure before,
but when Mr, um...

- Marks.

- Marks confirmed
it, he's sure too.

Harriet isn't...

wasn't,

wearing her ghastly necklace.

- What do you mean?

- When she was found.

But she had it on before
she went in.

Definitely.

- That's it, look down here--

- Sir Christopher.

- But you can see where it was,

as if it's been pulled tight!

- Just a moment, please,
if you wouldn't mind.

Poor Harriet.

- I heard something.

Chloe?

- We've got to call
the police, Raymond.

- Mrs. Harriet Vanstone, 73,
body found in a seaweed bath.

- You what?

- It relaxes the spirit.

- Sounds like it.

- She was wearing a necklace

which was found after her body
was taken out of the bath.

Now it looks like
the clasp busted.

Who's that?

- Maggie Hopcraft, the
nurse who found her.

All I've got so far is that
she didn't see anyone else

go near the deceased after
she started the treatment.

And the extremely attractive
younger woman, sir,

is Dr. Laurie.

She attended to certify death.

We're hoping she can
calm Hopcraft down.

It's straight in and
up the stairs.

How's the boss?

He won't last long.

Sir?

Before scared
gives way to bored.

- And bored gives way
to smiling, and back.

# I don't want no seven
stone weakling

# Nor a boy who thinks
he's a girl

# I'm after a hunk of a guy

# An experienced
man of the world

# There ain't no way
that I'll make do

# With anything less
than I'm used to

# If I have a man tonight

# He's gotta be right,
right, right

# Handsome, macho

# He's gotta be, so macho

# He's gotta be big and
strong enough to turn me on

# He's gotta have

# Big blue eyes

# Be able to

# Satisfy

# He's gotta be big and
strong enough to turn me on

- Oh, she'd been coming
here for, what, 12 years?

- At least.

- She was regular guest, then?

- Twice a year, sometimes more.

Oh, and we're neither a
hotel nor a health farm.

Mrs. Vanstone was a patient,
not a guest.

- Treatments, inspector,
not treats.

People don't come here for
a help-yourself salad bar

and a few facials.

- They're all ill?

- Some have conditions
that conventional medicine

has failed to alleviate.

Most just enjoy the
benefits of a strict regime

of diet, exercise, and er...

relaxation,
- Relaxation.

- for a week or two.

Talking of which, acupuncture.

- Sir.

Sir, Dr
Laurie has given

Hopcraft a sedative and
sent her off to bed.

- Great!

Excuse me.

Doctor.

- Yes?

D.I. Pascoe.

I understand you've given
Maggie Hopcraft a sedative

and packed her off to bed.

- Yes.

- Well I wish you'd
have asked me,

we need to take a statement
from her.

- I know Maggie, Inspector.

She's my patient.

Believe me, you'll be better
off talking to her tomorrow

once you can get some
sense from her.

- Well I'd like to have
had the choice.

- Well.

Is that all?

- Have you given your statement?

- I've got surgery.

- Well it won't take long.

- I'm late as it is, I'm afraid.

- This is a police inquiry!

- And I've got a waiting
room full of live patients,

thank you very much.

Sorry.

- No.

Me.

Shall I come to surgery
at the end of the day?

Take your statement then?

- If you like, 5:30.

- I'm sorry about
your sister, sir.

Were you close?

- Yes...

We hadn't seen each
other for, oof,

a couple of years.

Then it was unavoidable.

Cousin's funeral.

- You were here together?

- Not intentionally, no, no.

We always plan to avoid
being here at the same time.

Harriet got the dates mixed up.

- Can I ask why you and she--

- Family matters.

Is it three o'clock yet?

- It's a quarter to.

- Ah, massage.

Takes me all that time to
get me kit off, nowadays.

- About your sister,
Sir Christopher.

- Why don't you ask that
arty-farty grandson of hers?

I assume you are going
to talk to him?

- Marcus Vanstone?

- Yeah.

- He visited Mrs. Vanstone
this morning, sir.

- Did he?

- So Mrs. Miles says.

- Ah, on the scrounge
again, no doubt.

Silly, silly woman.

- Sir?

- We know where he is.

He's hardly a suspect.

Look at him.

- Yeah?

What they gonna do?

# So macho

# He's gotta be so macho

# He's gotta be big and strong

# Enough to turn me on

# He's gotta have big blue eyes

# Be able to

So, it's
three o'clock,

and time to go over
to the newsroom.

Wetherton police
are treating as suspicious

the death of a female patient
at Paxley Hall Clinic,

Paxley Kirby.

The body of Harriet
Vanstone, 73,

from Bridley, near Sheffield,
was discovered earlier today

in a treatment room
at the clinic.

Now over to the--

Afternoon.

- Mum, that fat man's smoking.

Give me strength!

- Peter.

Fancy.

- There's nothing doing.

It's all under control.

- You what?

- What brings you out this way?

- I've been for a healthy walk.

- You?
- Aye.

Up Kirby Ridge Trail.

There's a two miler you can
do, you turn left in the woods

and come back out around
the car park.

- Is there?
- Aye.

- On your way home?

Because this is a private road.

Goes up to Paxley Hall
Clinic, this does.

- Where?

Tweedie.

- I'll let you turn around.

- Suspicious death?

- Look, I can cope.

- I know.

I'll turn around then.

- Poor old sod.

Sir.

Sir?

- Just checking.

# Head is pounding in a daze

# Bruised face and
your body aches

# If you be mine, I'll
be your mirror

# Glide inside, I'll
pull your trigger

# Violent mind, violent
mind, violent mind

- Marcus Vanstone?

# Violent mind, violent
mind, violent mind

# I know what you wanna do

# We're on the line

- I saw her this morning.

- Yeah, we know.

Were you there long?

- Five minutes.

Came straight back.

I took her up her kimono
thing she forgot.

She didn't want me bumping
into Pissy Chrissy.

- Who do you mean, sir, by--

- Her brother Christopher,
Sir Christopher.

- You don't get on?

- No, that's what
Hat called him.

I only met him once,
and that was bad enough.

- Do you remember what
time you left?

- Back here by 10:15
or something?

I never knew she was that ill.

Just like that.

- We're not yet sure
how she died.

Did anyone see you
when you got back?

- No.

Oh no.

What?

What?

She was brilliant; I loved her.

Look, she brought me up, right?

- How old were you?

- Seven, the day of the crash.

- What did she do,
your grandmother?

- Got up her family's
snotty noses.

That's why there's all this.

Big bucks on these walls.

She did a runner on
her wedding day

and her family went spare.

That's her with me grandad, Max.

- A musician?

- And an art dealer.

Left her loads.

And when mom and dad died, she
moved back up here with me.

She said "Anyone who
didn't like the saxophone

"was a turd of the
first water, dear."

- Like Sir Christopher.

- Yeah, and the rest.

I can't believe she's dead.

Yeah.

- Thank you, Mr. Vanstone.

D.C. Harris will drop you back.

We'd like you to come in
to Wetherton police station

in the morning to
make a statement.

Incidentally, you don't
happen to know

if your grandmother
left a will, do you?

- I suppose so.

I'll have to find out.

- I'll see what Dr.
Ashurst has to say.

Then I'll be down at
Dr. Laurie's surgery.

- Sir.

- Oh, there you are.

- What do you think, Paul?

- Well, I'd say she was
pulled under the water

by her necklace with one hand

and then held down by pushing
her head with the other.

I mean she struggled.

She nearly broke off
her fingernail.

- Anything usable?

- Oh, there's a possible
speck of blood under the nail.

I'll let you know if we
get any DNA material.

- Right, thanks.

- Hand with brushes
and broken mirrors,

something along those
lines, I reckon.

What's...

- Ugh.
- Uhh...

- Dalziel.

Hello, Darren.

Hey...

Can I just stop you
there, sunshine?

You're my bank.

I've got your number somewhere.

And I'm sure you're in the book.

So if one day I decided
to take advantage

of your over-50s financial
health check,

it'll be me who calls you,
not the other way around.

Or you could write.

I know you've got my address

because of all the
crap you send me.

Oh, there's every need.

And while you're on,
what's the latest

on that nice little assistant
manager, Liz Dimmet?

Has she had her twins all right?

Well you wouldn't, would ya?

Not sitting in a call
center in bloody Inverness.

Oh, and it's Detective
Superintendent Dalziel to you,

Darren!

- You'll have to make an
appointment with the
receptionist.

My office is through here.

The clinical called me in to
see Mrs. Vanstone yesterday.

She'd been feeling faint.

- I'd have thought you
were too conventional

for Paxley Hall.

- Sorry?

- They're alternative,
aren't they?

- Complementary,
not alternative.

Or in medical terminology,
hedging your bets.

They call me in when one of
the patients needs something

more than a dose of yoga
and a herbal remedy.

Damn.

- I'll get it.

- Sorry.

- Can I get you a glass
of water or something?

- It's what happened this
morning with Mrs. Vanstone.

I saw what I expected
to see, I suppose.

But I had surgery, and
the Mileses wanted

the death certificate
sorted out quickly--

- No one's blaming you.

The coroner
go to town, won't he?

"A worrying lack of
professionalism, Doctor."

- Well, I'm not blaming you.

- No.

Thank you Inspector.

- Peter.

- Maggie Hopcraft, you're
interviewing her tomorrow.

- Yes.

- As a witness.

- So far.

- So far?

- I can't discuss
a case with you

any more than you should discuss

one of your patients with me.

- No.

No, of course.

- Tweedie, come on in.

Apple?

- No, thanks.

- Good for you, fruit.

- So how are you, sir?

- Oh.

If I had a cat, I'd be
kicking seven shades of...

bells out of it.

What's going off up at
that Paxley Hall, then?

- And you are supposed
to be taking it easy.

You know, my grandad
had a heart attack.

- And?

Still with us, is he?

- Oh yeah, fine.

He spends more time
up his allotment

and doing the karaoke,
but still.

- I don't have an allotment
yet, Tweedie.

Excuse me.

Oh, hi Dinesh.
- Hey.

- No naan bread?

Only one bhaji?

You should be keeping your
strength up, Mr. Dalziel.

You're an invalid.

- Bye then, sir.

- Bye, love.

Thanks for coming around.

Help!

- Okay.

Mr Vanstone, would you
like to go through?

- Oh, oh Mr Shah, thank
you for coming.

It will be all right, won't it?

- You're shaking, Miss Hopcraft.

- I'm sorry.

- Why don't we sit down and
you can tell me about it?

- Sir, Hopcraft's here, and
she's brought a solicitor.

- Take a seat, Mr. Vanstone.

- I, um, I said yesterday

I went straight home
after seeing Hat.

I remembered I didn't,
as it happens.

I went to the bank to pay
in a check she'd given me,

and I used the cash machine.

The time's on there.

- Miss Hopcraft...

- Yes?

Uh, sorry, could you
ask that again?

- I wanted to know if
you're still sure

that you didn't see anyone
come into the treatment area.

That's what you told
my colleague,

Sergeant Wield, yesterday.

- I might have done.

I ought to have done it, if
there had have been anybody,

but, I didn't.

But if I did go out,
even for a minute,

well, anybody could have,
come in, couldn't they?

If I did go out...

I might have.

- You might have seen someone,

or you might have left the room?

- I think I popped
to the toilet.

Well, long enough for
anyone else to come in.

I'd like to go now, actually.

To the toilet.

- Of course, Miss Hopcraft.

- Thanks then, I'll see you out.

- Oh, and er, she did
leave a will, right?

I get the house.

- Loo break, Sarge, Hopcraft.

- Lippy.

- Better?

- Marcus Vanstone says

it's Paxley Hall Clinic
gets everything,

except the house.

- Painting's included?
- Yes.

- Big bucks, then.

What's your opinion of Vanstone?

- I don't see him as a suspect.

He's a bit odd, I
suppose, but, no.

Anyway, he's alibied,
I'll check it though.

No record, by the way,

but I've asked the LIO if
she's got anything on him.

- Sir, can I have a word?

- Sure.

If you'd just like
to sign there?

Bottom of each page.

- Yes, yes right.

- That looks nasty?

- Not really.

- When did that happen?

- A couple of days ago.

I got it hooked up on some
brambly things in the grounds.

- Oh, one thing before you go.

Would you be prepared to let
us take a DNA sample from you?

Won't take a sec, just a
little swab in the mouth?

- Do I have to?

- Mr Shah?

- No, you don't, unless
you're under arrest,

which you're not.

I imagine the request is
for purposes of elimination?

- It'll make my job easier.

- So you might consider whether
it's a weight off your mind

to volunteer a sample.

- What do you think I should do?

- Well, I'd rather tend to
the never volunteer theory,

but it's entirely up
to you, Miss Hopcraft.

- Then I won't.

Thank you, no.

- Can I get D.C. Harris
to run you back?

- I'm going up that way,
Miss Hopcraft, I'll drop you.

- What'd be her motive, though?

- Could just be bonkers.

- Could just be bored.

Smile, then.

I'm back.

- Statements, scene
of crime photos,

post mortem reports,
there you go.

- Peter...

Didn't think I was barging
in, did you?

Taking over the case.
- It crossed me mind.

- I'm a convalescent.

Have to take it easy,
me, so I'm going to.

10 days at Paxley Hall.

- You what?

- I've booked.

I just dropped in
to say, "Tarrah."

Tweedie, excuse me, love.

Can you copy this off for me?

- Sir.

- Well, I'll need
something to read, won't I?

Always fancied a health farm.

Fluffy dressing gown,
sturdy massage

off Erica from Stockholm
or somewhere.

Well, it beats staying
at home, dunnit?

- Come on guys, get kicking!

I said, get kicking!

Mr Dalziel, there's a
three-legged donkey

on Scarborough beach
kicks harder than you.

10, nine, eight,

seven,

six,

five,

10,

nine,

Well done, everybody, now turn
to face this end of the pool.

Now we're going to hold
on with your left hand,

and we're going to
slowly and gently

exercise your right hand side.

Okay, so we start off knee bent,

and straighten,

and point, round to the side.

- Do you remember those
old Hollywood swim films

with music and that
girl, what was her name?

Esther, Esther Williams,
do you remember her?

.

You could help her out
of her wet costume

if you stood her
a mug of Bovril,

if the teacher weren't looking.

- You'll do better, guys,
if you keep it buttoned,

now concentrate.

And again, come on!

- Ooh!

I'm sorry, love, I'm
in a bit of a daze.

- Are you lost?
- Yeah.

- Well, where did you want?
- Dining room.

- Oh, that looks nasty.

- What?
- Eh?

- Judge not, lest ye be judged!

- I try not too, love.

- It's round there,
and left at the end.

- Name.

- Dalziel.

Seen more life on
a tramp's vest.

- Take a seat.

Anywhere.

We're all
still shocked

about Sir Christopher's sister.

- Mm.
- Mrs Vanstone.

Oh, aye?

We were there
when she died.

I
was the first to realize

there was foul play.

That doctor was useless.

I haven't practiced
for 20 years,

but I could see something
wasn't right.

- You're a doctor?

- Yeah.
- You didn't say.

- People always bother
you for advice.

- Lite diet B.

And Lite Diet A for you today.

- What is it?

- Help yourself from 't trolley.

One cup of herb tea.

- Can I have a bit of
your roll, when it comes?

- No bread, not till
you're on Lite Diet C.

- Sorry to interrupt
your lunch, Mr Dalziel.

- Scarcely noticed.

- Um, you haven't filled in a
phone number for next of kin.

- Eh, I'll have to
think about that.

I'll give it you later.

- And your occupation,
what do you do?

- Community work.

- Ah.

Still, takes all sorts.

- Right, well here's
the temporary timetable

for the rest of today,

and we'll have your proper
treatment plan for you

by this evening, okay?

- Tah.

- Are you all right?

Sorry.

- Now there's an all-sorts
for you, Mr Marks.

Keeps insisting that we've
met somewhere before,

but my memory is perfect.

Mind you, he's not exactly
memorable, is he, eh?

- Talking of all-sorts,

I just had a nurse quote
scripture at me.

- Short, roundish,
dark-haired, spectacles?

- Aye.
- Maggie Hopcraft.

- The one who found your sister?

- How did you know?

- Someone must have said.

- Enough about my poor sister.

I choose not to discuss
Harriet, Mr Dalziel.

She dishonored our family,
not something one can forget,

or forgive.

Now, what are you
on after lunch?

- 1400 hours, sitz-bath.

I've got a couple
of them on me bum.

Will it sort it?

- Sitz, it's German.

Very good for the circulation.

It's just an ordinary bath,
except that it's divided,

in the center.

Very cold water in one end,
nice warm water in the other.

- In you get, ducks.

Feet in cold, and then
your bottom in warm,

and then in a few minutes,
the other way round.

I'll give you the word.

- Yep.

Yeah.

Has she?

How much?

Are you sure?

What are you talking about?

I beg your pardon?

Now don't you start playing
silly games with me.

I'll have to call you back.

Come on, come on!

You can change round now.

- 'Bout time, feet are freezing!

- Oh...

Ohhh...

Haaaa...

Ugh...

Argh, argh!

- Marcus Vanstone's in the clear
for the time of the murder.

The bank remember him coming in.

But apparently, he's
known to Sheffield Drugs,

cautioned over something
to do with GHB, liquid E.

- Date rape?

- Not just dancing.

Haven't got the details yet,

the LIO's finding out.

- Anyway, you wouldn't
need to drug Mrs Vanstone

to drown her, just need
a strong pair of hands.

Right.

- I suppose you've got a date?

- Don't do dates.

He's just coming over.

- Enjoy yourself.
- And you.

- Over here.

- You're mad!

- You'd better do it.

I'm dead serious.

- You're an early bird.
- You too.

Good for thinking.

Poor bugger, could
have been poisoned.

Some farmer putting
down insecticide.

Not meant for him, but
that's what it does.

He must have crawled
up here to die.

- Is that legal?

- You could report that.

- What's the point?

Popular place
for jumpers.

Four in the last six years.

Let's keep an
open mind, Wieldy.

See if we can find a note.

- I saw her on duty yesterday
afternoon, around four.

After that, no.

- Can you think of
any reason why

Miss Hopcraft would
have taken her own life?

- Not at all.

- Oh, by the way, Mr Miles,

does the clinic ever benefit

from legacies from
grateful patients?

- We get the very occasional
small bequest, yes.

- You don't happen to know if
Mrs Vanstone left anything...

- No.

I'll have to be getting back
for a patient now, I'm afraid.

- Thanks.

- He's lying.

- Did anyone else confirm his
alibi, apart from his wife?

They say they were in
the office together.

- Judy Venables was
with him soon after.

When Hopcraft brought
in the news.

There's no note in there, sir.

- See you outside.

- Easy one for you, then.

Get some DNA off
Hopcraft's body,

get the sample fast-tracked,

see if it was her Mrs
Vanstone scratched,

trying to save herself.

- But where's her
motive, though?

- Well, perhaps she thought
she'd get a pay-rise

out of the money left
to the clinic.

Search me, I'm here for
a rest, aren't I.

- Mr Dalziel?

Acupuncture.

And I do think you
might let me know

if you intend to question
my patients again.

- Ah, no, this uh--

- I'm his uncle.

You could have knocked
me down with a feather.

- Unlikely.

- He's from the brainy
side of the family.

Policeman now, but we're
still very proud of him.

- I'll let you get on
then, Uncle Andy.

- You're looking very
pastey, Petey.

You ought to give
this place a try.

That nurse, the one who
found the woman in the bath.

- You'd be better letting
go of stressful thoughts

during treatment.

Otherwise your body
won't feel the benefit.

Your body is your
temple, you know.

- I've been a bit
sacrilegious, on and off.

Will it hurt?

- Tiny prick,

and don't even think of
saying it, Mr Dalziel.

- Peter!

Mrs Miles called me about
Maggie Hopcraft.

She said you were here.

It's going to sound stupid...

- But?

- I was called to certify
death at Paxley Hall

two years ago, he was
a patient of mine,

I mean, on my list, not
like Mrs Vanstone.

He was approaching the
final stages of cancer,

and he'd always loved
coming to the clinic,

even before he was ill.

He'd rather have been
here than a hospice.

They're very good.

I thought he had
a few weeks left,

but you can never
really predict.

No...

- Well, go on.

- It was Maggie who found him.

He died in his sleep, but she...

Something about the way she was,

she kept making some
comment about it being

a merciful release,
that sort of thing.

So, you're suggesting
that your patient--

- Ronald Langton.

- that he didn't die
a natural death?

- Hopcraft's committed suicide.

- Now, we don't know that yet.

- It's what you think, isn't it?

And she found Mrs Vanstone.

You questioned her.

I can't help making
a connection.

- Did you have any
doubt at the time

about the cause of death?

- No.
- Nor since?

Till Mrs Vanstone.

- No.
- And Hopcraft never made

any similar comments
about Mrs Vanstone?

- No.

- Look, hindsight's
not always 20/20.

- Maybe I'm stupid.

- No, but it's all too easy
to start imagining that--

- Don't patronize me.
- I'm not.

- Does it not occur to you
that I'm worried about,

well, missing things,
being unprofessional?

- Doctor!
- Forget it.

It's Allison, by the way.

- The clinic's got its back
to the wall now, sadly.

"Organic food from our own
garden," my Aunt Fannie!

I found a supermarket sticker
on my apple yesterday,

and if you knew--
- We'll do that next week.

- You're a versatile
lass, aren't ya?

Are you as vigorous in there
as you are in the pool?

- You bet ya, Mr Dalziel.

Right then, Sir Chris,
are we ready?

Come on, then, up we get.

- Oh good, thank you my dear.

- Not as vigorous
as our Pat though.

Residents
will put their case

when the inquiry resumes
next month.

Police have named the
woman whose body was found

early this morning in
Morebank Reservoir

as Margaret Hopcraft,
47, who worked as a nurse

at Paxley Hall Clinic.

The widow of murdered
Leeds Journal reporter,

Charles Smith, is warning of a
vast network of drug-dealers.

- Have you any idea of
the contents, Mr Shah?

- Er, no.

- Could you wait a few minutes

if we rustle up a
coffee for you?

- Uh, I'm sorry, I have
an appointment at...

Uh, sure.

Take a seat, Mr Shah.

Is it a suicide note?

- Look at the date.

- Three-five-2000.

To whom it may concern.

I, Margaret Hopcraft,
hereby state

that two days ago, I
killed Ronald Derek Langton

at Paxley Hall Clinic, where
I'm employed as a nurse.

I smothered him with a
pillow in an act of mercy,

to spare a dying man
further suffering.

Bloody hell.

- Would you see if you can
get hold of Dr. Laurie?

- Sir.

- Uh, what did it say?

- Well, I can't tell
you that, I'm afraid.

Do you remember her
giving it to you?

- Yes, that's how she
became a client.

She just made an appointment
and handed me the letter.

It's not an unusual request
for us to look after documents,

but the way it was addressed,
that was a little odd.

- You didn't ask what it said?

- I gave her the opportunity
to tell me,

and she didn't take it.

Yesterday was the first time
I'd seen her since then.

She called out of the blue

and asked me to attend
the interview.

- When you took her back
to Paxley Hall yesterday,

how did she seem?

- Terrified, frankly.

I think it was that DNA thing.

Off the record, Inspector,
was she a serious suspect?

- I haven't completed my
inquiries yet, Mr Shah.

- No, sorry.

DC Charles here will
take your statement.

And thank you.

Carrie.

See what you can find out
about a death at Paxley Hall,

1st May, 2000, Ronald
Derek Langton.

- Sir.

Would Sergeant Hall come
to the front desk, please,

Sergeant Hall to the front desk.

- Dr Laurie's calling back.

Well, looks like we were
barking up the right tree

for the wrong reasons.

Mrs Vanstone wasn't killed
for her money at all.

- If it was Hopcraft.

- DNA should give us that, and
with what Dr Laurie told you,

and the letter.

- Mrs Vanstone wasn't
terminally ill.

- In a pretty bad way, though.

- Enough for a merciful
release, in Hopcraft's terms?

- Thank you, yeah, please.

Allison, I think I might
owe you an apology.

You said I could apologize
over dinner, so...

I'm sorry I was so dismissive,
Allison.

- Thanks.

You said you had to
talk to me again?

- I'm gonna need a
statement from you tomorrow,

about the circumstances
surrounding Ronald Langton's
death.

- I wasn't being stupid then.

Don't worry, it's
not a question.

I do understand professional
confidentiality.

God, I don't know whether to be

relieved I wasn't imagining it,

or guilty I never said anything.

- Don't be.

You told me yourself it was
only Mrs Vanstone's death

made you think.

- As long as it wasn't
something I should have seen.

- I'm following a line of
inquiry around the possibility

that Langton was suffocated.

- Thank you, Peter.

Well, in that case, I wouldn't
have been able to tell,

given his condition.

Trying to remember if there
was anything out of place.

Was two years ago,
a pillow or...

- That'd better keep
till your statement.

Let's just enjoy the food.

- Do you cook?

- Uh, sort of.

I live on my own.

It takes longer to cook it--

- Than it does to eat it

And you don't
bother.

- Me neither.

This is a real treat.

- U, and fruity.

Oh U, U was a sitting
duck, Andrew.

Double letter on the F,
and triple word on the Y.

Ah, volunteer, chamomile
if you please, Bernard.

- I stopped volunteering
years back.

You two finish.

I'm losing anyway.

- See what I mean?

Funny little man.

Your turn.

- Is there such a word
as, um, grumpy?

Cold?

- Errol.

He's decaying already.

Aye.

- Sorry about in there.

Bloody officer class.

- Sir Christopher?

I thought he was a doctor.

- He behaves like an officer.

- You were a soldier, then,
before you went into teaching.

- National service,
it changed my life.

- How ill are you?

- The body's nearly gone.

But at least, I've
got me mens sana.

- Eh?

- Mens sana, in corpore sano.

- I was better at woodwork, me.

- It's Latin, just means a
healthy mind and a healthy body.

- Is that what you
taught, Latin?

- No, woodwork, as a
matter of fact.

Oh, sorry.

- They don't encourage
that here.

- I know, night-night.

Aye?

- What do we know
about Mr Dalziel?

- Just checking you're
okay, enjoying yourself.

Me?

Pretty good, as a
matter of fact.

- It's all right for
some, in't it eh?

Er, gotta go.

- You should be in
bed, Mr Dalziel.

- Couldn't sleep.

- Give it a day or
two, you will.

Good night.

- I said, I needed your help.

- Night, Bernie.

Sir Christopher...

- Could be a coincidence.
- Better be.

- I've asked them to phone
through the DNA comparison

for Hopcraft and Mrs Vanstone,

as soon as they've
got the results.

Where do we go if there's
no match, sir?

It'd mean Hopcraft didn't
kill Vanstone,

not alone, anyway.

Hello?

How much?

Tah.

Langton left some money
to Hopcraft, sir.

- Did he?
- Only 500 though.

Anyway, we've already got
a motive from the letter.

- Sir, looks like he drowned.

There's no sign of injury.

- Is that his stick?

- One of them.

He needed two to get around.

The other one we fished
out of the pool.

- If he was sitting there,

why go to the edge of the
pool with one walking stick?

- Why go to the edge anyway?

Maybe he wasn't given a choice.

- Well, that's where
the key lives,

but it wasn't there
this morning.

- We found it in his pocket.

- It was on there about
quarter to 11

when I did my rounds last night.

Why would Sir Christopher
want to open up the pool?

It's strictly out of
bounds after seven.

- He was such a nice
guy underneath.

- Here comes your
uncle, Inspector.

- Petey!

Bit of a do, this, eh?

- Yeah, I'd better take a
statement from you actually,
now.

- Sorry, I'm about to
start me treatments.

I doubt I could help, anyway.

- You might be able to.

You never know, Uncle.

- I've paid good money for this.

I don't wanna miss out!

- Now look.

- Well, seeing as you're family.

I tell you what, though.

Mrs Miles, um....

- If Wynne's death is
connected to the other two,

where the hell does
that leave us?

Andy?

- I'm relaxing.

You should try it.

- Oh, sorry, I'm only
in the middle

of a very complicated
murder or two,

or three.
- Four.

- You what?

- Are you sure Hopcraft
topped herself?

- It fits.

- Well, you said, "Hopcraft
didn't have

"a decent motive for
killing Mrs Vanstone."

Even if it was her that
did the actual deed.

Could have been a
joint enterprise.

Hopcraft kills Mrs Vanstone,

but unlike the Langton murder,

she botched it, because
we were called in.

And it's no thanks to your
doctor friend, I might add.

Tweedie gave me the gossip.

- Did she?

- Well, for your information,
and hers,

Allison's pretty upset about it.

It's not easy facing up
to a mistake like that.

- Anyroad, Hopcraft's
associate fakes a suicide

to stop her talking.

- You couldn't get anyone
up onto that bridge

if they didn't wanna go.

- Perhaps there were
two associates.

- Well, even two would
have their work cut out

if she was struggling.

There's no sign of that, on
the bridge or on her body.

Who you suggesting?

- You tell me.

Are you sure Hopcraft
killed Langton?

- The letter.

- She did write it?

- She gave it, herself,
to Shah, her solicitor.

It's been in the safe
for two years.

- Did you check the handwriting?

- No, but--

- Basic stuff, I'd have
thought.

- Harris.

- You all right, sir?

You look dead flushed.

- Get a sample of Hopcraft's
handwriting.

There's a sister, isn't there?

See if she's got a letter.

Oh, and don't tittle-tattle.

- Scottish douche.

- Very invigorating, Mr Dalziel.

The Scottish douche.

- No porridge involved,
is there?

Now the warm.

And the cold.

And the warm.

And the cold again.

- No, I think you'd
be better off

to fill in the timesheets
before tomorrow, okay?

Ah, Mr Dalziel.

About your mobile phone.

I'm afraid the clinic
can't take responsibility

for patient's belongings.

I mean, especially as we ask
you not to bring them along

in the first place.

- Later, love.

Wieldy, is Hopcraft's
solicitor called Graham Shah?

Right, well, when Pascoe's done

taking his latest
squeezy statement,

get him to have a deco
at the clinic brochure.

Last page, small print.

Me?

Nice relaxing stroll
before me seaweed bath.

- He deserved a proper burial.

Beautiful creature.

- Fierce buggers.

Fighters.

- People care about
animals, don't they?

All the demonstrations
against laboratories.

The experiments.

They really care.

- Chloe?

- Mr Dalziel's a policeman.

- You stupid, stupid--
- It was for the clinic,

Raymond, for us!

- Well, you'd better
do something about it,

while I'm out.

- You must have work
to do, Peter.

- Well, I'll see
you to your car.

Least I can do.

- I think I'm safe enough here.

- Thing is, I was wondering

if I could invite
you out sometime?

Properly.
- Oh.

- I wouldn't be treading
on anyone's toes?

- Not last time I looked.

But, let's see.

- I'm really sorry.

Can I explain?

- A journalist?

Do I look that scummy?

- Well, we didn't believe
this Uncle Andrew business.

I thought you had Inspector
Pascoe in your pocket.

- Oh, perish the thought.

- You know, waving your
checkbook for an exclusive

inside death clinic, I
couldn't let that happen,

could I, Superintendent?

- Shah's a trustee.

He didn't mention it to us.

- And you'd think he would,
with his client working there.

- I wonder if he's got
any responsibility

for their financial affairs?

- I've got a friend in the CPS.

- No accounting for taste.

- Try not to discriminate.

I'll ask him what the
word is on Shah.

- No, they look the same to me.

- It's all the sister
had, a postcard.

- It's a definite match
from the lab, sir.

Hopcraft's DNA under Mrs
Vanstone's fingernails.

Oh, and the LIO got details

of Vanstone's run-in
with Sheffield, the GHB.

Apparently, a student on
his course, Melanie Nicol,

complained that he
slipped her some.

Been no complaint of rape,
but he did try and take

photos of her while she was
under the influence of the drug.

In her bath.

- Let's get a toxicology
report on Hopcraft.

- Sir.

- That make Hopcraft
woozy enough

for somebody to get her
up on the bridge?

- It'd help.

That picture on Marcus' wall.

- The lass by the stream?

- Ophelia, just thinking
about drowning herself.

- Hamlet's girlfriend?

- It's not the really
famous one of her.

- Naughty.

- I know.

- Can I bum one?

- It's me last.

Don't get it wet.

- Do you think Sir
Chris died accidentally?

- Me?

- I know you're a copper.

- Oh...

No, I don't think he did.

- He weren't easy
to like, but...

He had a deep-down
sadness somewhere.

- Is this something you should
have told Inspector Pascoe?

- Afraid so.
- Will I do?

- I was with Sir
Chris last night.

He was watching me swim.

I use the pool some nights
strictly against regulations.

He asked.

It wasn't the first time,
and look, it wasn't nasty,

it was just kind of melancholy.

His tired old body only
just in working order,

I didn't mind.

What happened?

- Well, when I finished,

he said he wanted to sit
there by himself for a while,

so I gave him the key,

and he said he'd lock up
and put it back for me.

- And then you went
to your room?

- Yeah.

- Did you see anyone?

- Mr Marks, but he
didn't see me.

He was sort of lurking.

- Was he?

- It was for a project,
that's all.

Mel understood once
she calmed down.

- Why not just ask her
to pose for you?

- It was more authentic,
I wanted the look.

I know it sounds weird to you--

- Just a little.

Is this the only time you've
given this drug to someone?

Where were you the night
before last, Mr Vanstone?

- Night before last?

- He was with me.

In the grounds of the clinic,
like he was last night.

Trying to blackmail me.

Mrs Vanstone's left us
a fortune, he said.

He'd taken these.

I'm here to, discuss terms.

- Mr Vanstone?

- I was with Judy Venables

in a room at the clinic
last Friday.

I met her in this club,
and we went back.

I just wanted to take some
pictures of her, like...

like I tried to with Mel.

- In her bath?

- So I slipped her some
GHB in her drink.

She was pretty much out
of it on her bed.

I took some shots, I
went to run the bath,

and when I came back,
she'd gone.

- I saw her in the corridor.

She just seemed drunk to me,

but then she put her
arms round me,

and when I tried to
help her, she kissed me.

He was round the corner
with his camera,

though I didn't know it, spying.

- You kissed her back.

It just happened like a
reflex, pointing the camera.

I didn't know when I took
them they'd come in useful.

- I put her back in her room.

I didn't...

She had a very vague
recollection of it

the next time I saw her and,

on the morning Mrs
Vanstone died,

I'm afraid I...

Well, I suggested it
mightn't be a bad idea

if we got together properly.

Under ordinary circumstances.

- So you two were together the
night Maggie Hopcraft died?

- Yes, we saw her.

It was around half past 11.

She was heading away
from the clinic.

- That's CPS mate, sir.

Tony, go on.

- I love this house.

Can't afford to keep it, though.

I needed the extra.

- Shah's a chancer.

Left his last partnership
under a cloud.

- What kind of cloud?

- Client's money.

He got his knuckles
rapped by the Law Society

for bad arithmetic,
but nothing got proved,

thought the rumor is,
there was forgery involved.

- He's bloody good
then, if it is him.

I'd put money on that confession

being in Hopcraft's handwriting.

- Bernie.

Wynne told me you thought
you recognized him.

He didn't remember you,
though, did he?

Until last night.

I'm a policeman, Bernie.

- Community work.

- It is.

- Wynne, Christopher
Giles, Baronet.

- I know.

Captain, Royal Army
Medical Corps.

Chemical weapons research
establishment, 1950-54.

You'd have been doing your
national service, wouldn't you?

- I only saw him once.

When I filled in
the consent form.

He told us that it was to find
a cure for the common cold,

so I volunteered.

And now look at me.

- You didn't go to bed straight
away last night, did you?

You saw him sitting by the pool.

- When I told him who I was,

and what they'd done to
me, he said it was history,

and I should have been
proud to serve my country.

He waved his stick
like Lord Muck

waving away a peasant.

I grabbed it, swung him
round, and he went in.

- You could have
called for help.

- I could have.

- He came at you with
his stick then, did he?

- Did he?

- Just put it all down
in your statement.

- Are you arresting me now?

- You're not going anywhere.

I'd rather someone else did.

It'll be gentle, I promise.

Didn't you try for compensation?

- The MOTs lost the army
medical records,

and their doctors say

I could have got like
this in any case.

I know, though.

I've no time for doctors,
no time, full stop.

It's, you're brought up
to trust them, aren't you?

Until you see through them.

- Was it you called Dr Laurie in

to see Mrs Vanstone the
day before she died?

- No, Maggie Hopcraft did.

She said she couldn't find
me, and it looked urgent.

- Was it?

- Well, Dr Laurie gave
her the all-clear.

Mrs Vanstone complained
that Maggie frightened her

by getting a doctor
out for no good reason.

- And when Dr Laurie was
called to her the next day,

was that you?

- She was the obvious choice,
as Maggie pointed out.

Mrs Vanstone's own
GP was miles away,

and as Dr Laurie attended her
within the previous 24 hours,

it meant she could
certify death.

Even though Mrs Vanstone
wasn't her patient.

- I don't think I
need to ask, do I?

To use your phone.

- I think we're comparing
the wrong things.

The loop is more squiggly
on that Y.

- The ink's black
on the envelope,

more blue-black on the letter,

which is just, To Whom
It May Concern.

It's only the envelope says
it was meant for the police.

CID.
- Wieldy,

any idea where Pascoe is?

His mobile's switched off.

You could try
him at home, sir.

Is it urgent?

- Could be, so don't
knock off yet.

Oh, and if Tweedie's
still there,

I need her to make a
nice gentle arrest

of a nice gentle man.

- Yes, sir.

Sir...
- What?

- Well, we've just spotted
something important.

- If you had to choose,
Mr Dalziel,

a healthy mind or
a healthy body?

- You tell me, Bernie.

Respect him, Tweedie.

He died for his country.

It's me, Peter.

I've been catching
up on me reading.

Hopcraft's statement
says it was her

called your Dr Laurie
in to see Mrs Vanstone

the day before she died.

Mrs Miles just confirmed
that to me.

Dr Laurie, though, in
her statement, says,

"I was called in by the clinic.

"I think it was Mrs Miles."

Now, why didn't she remember

it was Maggie Hopcraft, her
patient she'd known for years?

And Mrs V didn't need a
doctor after all, did she?

It was a false alarm.

Suppose it was an alarm
someone set off deliberately?

You won't like the way
my mind's working,

but there's one explanation.

And it's not very nice,
I'm afraid, Peter.

- Inspector Clouseau.

- That's not the title
of the film.

That's the character.

The film was The Pink Panther.

I'm not letting you have that.

- Trust me, I'm a policeman.

Came out a couple of years
after The Pink Panther.

Not with Peter Sellers,
though, and it flopped.

- If you say so.

Dr. Strangelove.

- An Inspector Calls.

- Cheat, that's a play.

- Oh, a film too, 1954,
Alastair Sim as the Inspector.

- Oh, clever clogs.

Dr. Zhivago.

Your turn.

- Well, we're here now.

- You're stuck, aren't you?

- No, um...

The Inspector Always
Rings Twice.

- Postman, wasn't it?

I saw it, Jack Nicholson.

- Well, this inspector
had to ring you twice,

before you said "Yes."

- More fool me.

Because it's not
just pervy little students

can lay their hands on heavy
duty tranquilizers, is it?

Some people can do it without
going near the street.

From the comfort of
a doctor's surgery.

Let me know when you get this.

What?

- I've only known you four days.

- Doesn't seem like it.
- No.

- Problem?

- I'd better...

- Well, don't be long.

We should eat soon, eventually.

Please
leave a message after the beep.

Peter, and find out

if she knows Shah
when you see her.

You
have two new messages.

Message one.

It's me, Peter.

I've been catching
up on me reading.

I think you should call
a solicitor, Mr Shah.

- I beg your pardon?

- Superintendent Dalziel,
Wetherton CID.

I smell books cooking.

Graham Shah, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of the murder

of Margaret Hopcraft.

You do not have to
say anything--

- I am aware of the
words, you know, by heart.

- You do not have
to say anything,

but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention

when questioned, something which
you later rely on in court.

- Peter?

- I'd like to talk.

- Oh, has the moment passed?

- Sort of.

- Well, talk then.

I'll get the wine.

- No...

Let's sit down.

Do you know a solicitor,
Graham Shah?

- Mm, who was that on the phone?

- My boss.

Do you know Graham Shah?

- Craddock and Shah
is Westgate Lane?

I've met him once.

- Under what circumstances?

- Don't get all inspector-ish,
come on.

- Please, just tell me, Allison.

- I've lied to you.

I'm sorry, about Mr
Langton's death.

Maggie came to see me
a few days after.

She told me she'd killed him.
- Why?

- To spare him suffering,

that was the way she put it.

- Did you report this
to the police?

- You know I didn't.

Peter, I made what I
thought was a moral choice.

Langton was very, very ill.

His quality of life
was deteriorating

faster than Maggie
could bear to see.

He'd been a regular patient

nearly as long as she'd
worked there.

She wasn't a bad woman.

- And?

- I tried to persuade her
to go to the police herself.

She wasn't that brave, though.

But she had this need, this
desperate need to tell someone,

sort of make it official.

So she wrote down
what she'd done,

and asked me to look after it.

Trusted me with it.

- I see.

- I didn't want the
responsibility.

I took the confession to
Craddock and Shah for
safekeeping,

and it was Mr Shah I dealt with.

I'm sorry I lied.

But that was the truth.

- Yeah.

But then why couldn't--

Pascoe.

Yeah.

Right, thanks Andy.

Wasn't the whole truth
though, was it?

- What do you mean?

- Shah gave Hopcraft's
confession to us,

in an envelope supposedly
addressed by her,

to be handed over in
the event of her death.

- What?

- Did you know that?

- No.

- Stop it.

Stop lying.

- What sort of medicine's
good for diarrhea, Doctor?

Of the verbal variety?

'Cause there's this
solicitor I know

could do with a spoonful.

- I don't believe you.

- I don't play stupid
games, love.

Ronald Langton's bequest
to Hopcraft

set you thinking, didn't it?

Use her confession to blackmail

the poor bloody cracked woman

into killing another patient.

One that was leaving a damn
sight more than 500 quid.

And leaving it to Paxley Hall.

So Shah, as a trustee,
could cut you a slice of it,

right so far?

- It was his idea.

- Funny that, he says
it was yours.

- It was his idea
to kill Maggie.

You were onto her.

She wouldn't have held out if
you'd questioned her again.

- What was I for?

- Oh come on, Peter.

Even you might have wondered
about me being around

to certify two suspicious
deaths at Paxley Hall,

once you got Maggie's confession

and checked out Langton's death.

I got in first.

- Even me.

- I enjoyed the restaurant.

Honestly, great food.

- Professional anxiety
over the pan-fried tuna.

I hope you didn't
claim for that.

- I suppose we'd better
start following

the proper procedure.

- I'll have me shirt
back before you go.

- Get her dressed.

I'm sure she fancied
you for you as well.

- Why risk giving us the
confession in the first place?

- A genuine confession
to another murder.

Straight from the squeaky-clean
hands of a poncy solicitor.

We'd all pack up and go home.

Ooh!

- You all right?

- Oh, all this healthy living.

What about you?

- What do you think?

- Cheer up.

I just saved you from
a very bad career move.

Bedside hanky-panky
with a murderer.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Wieldy!

What you doing?

Handcuffs and a rattly van.

There's something, Peter.

When you're ready.