11x05 - Home Sweet Home

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

MUSIC: 'Smokestack Lightning' by Manfred Mann

The grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ and the love of God

and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost

be with us all, evermore.

Amen.

HE WHISPERS Sorry.

Training colleges and textbook theory is all very well,

but no substitute for what, Bellamy?

Um...

- Experience, sarge. - Exactly, Bradley. Experience.

So, Nicholson, off you go. Town centre beat.

Experience real people in real situations.

- On my own, sarge? - Sergeant. Yes, off you go.

Right. Brilliant.

Thanks.

We can't puppy-walk him forever but I still want him watched.

Understand? - BOTH: Yes, sarge.

Ventress, did you hear me?

I want him kept an eye on. - Yes, sarge.

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

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

I'm going through my bits and bobs before I leave.

Is this what you're looking for, Ventress? Your warrant card?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

I wouldn't want to lose that. - Indeed not.

A week's peace and quiet. I can't wait!

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

Not just your collar. I saw you yawning at the graveside.

It makes a bad impression on the family.

As does wolfing down all their sandwiches.

Ernie.

Hello, Arthur. Glad you could come.

Ah, Harry, everything to your satisfaction?

All right for the money, I suppose.

She was a great character, your mam.

Certainly had a good innings.

- And where did it get her? - We've buried her, Harry,

let's just... - What?

Forget I've been robbed blind?

£ she had in that post office.

Should have been mine.

It was her decision, Harry.

We should never have put her in that home. My mam...

Well, she were losing her marbles.

"She" took advantage.

Who did?

That Hargreaves woman that runs the place.

Old folks, they go in there.

She wheedles round them,

gets them to change their wills in her favour...

- Harry! - Before you know it,

bingo! They've snuffed it.

Hang on, Harry. These are serious allegations about Mrs Hargreaves.

I'll pop in the post office, then we'll go shopping.

Practising to be a tightrope walker?

You're too near the junction.

Well, I can't pull back any further.

- Then move it, madam. - Oh, for goodness' sake!

- Or you'll get a ticket. - Don't be ridiculous.

I've elderly passengers with me. - Everything OK, Nicholson?

This vehicle's causing an obstruction.

Parked too near the junction, sarge.

- Sergeant. - What are you going to do about it?

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

No need to be flippant, Mrs Hargreaves.

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

I suggest you carry on and move your vehicle as soon as possible.

Good Lord, a policeman showing common sense. Whatever next?

Oh! Look what you've done.

Vera, Vera! Daphne!

It's less than yards. I've measured it, sarge.

Mrs Dobson was a patient of mine, yes.

Did you speak to her much before she died?

I attended her. What's this about?

Harry Dobson's not happy that his mother left her money

to Betty Hargreaves at the nursing home.

Oh, isn't he?

I do some investigative work from time to time

and Mr Dobson's asked me to confirm that everything was above board.

In what way?

He seems to think that Betty Hargreaves

might have taken advantage

of his mother's state of mind... to influence her decision.

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

Gladys genuinely thought the world of her. And her mind was fine.

Hmm.

She... died quite suddenly, I gather?

Yes, but she was terminally ill.

Was there a postmortem?

It's common procedure with sudden death.

And...?

And there was nothing untoward.

Slightly higher-than-expected traces of morphine were found.

Really?

The levels were puzzling rather than alarming.

Fountain pen, yes.

What sort of value?

Sentimental. I understand.

Right, well, leave it with us, sir.

Another one?

Fountain pen. Swiped at the post office.

I've got a silk scarf at the baker's and an umbrella from the wool shop.

He should have left me out there.

You should always keep a visible presence.

PHONE RINGS

Get that, will you?

Ashfordly Police.

Nothing much doing? Time for a brew, I reckon.

Not much do...? The phones haven't stopped ringing all day.

Petty thefts all over.

NICHOLSON: Right. Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Another one. Aidensfield Arms.

Gina Ward reported it. She's a right little cr*cker, don't you reckon?

The stuff's all from house clearances.

Gets auctioned off. You collect it in your lorry.

Do you think he'll give me a job?

He says he needs extra staff.

I'm tired of having you under my feet.

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

Just stick to "yes" or "no".

Hello, Bernie. This the lad, is it?

- Aye. - Yes. I'm David.

Oh, my full name is David Stockwell.

No middle name because Mum and Dad couldn't decide

between Sidney, after my uncle Sid,

or Glenn, after Glenn Miller.

He had a band.

Got your own wagon, I hear, David.

Oh, yeah. Well, no, it's not exactly mine,

so to speak. Mr Greengrass...

What happened was... Yes, I've got a lorry.

Clean licence?

- Well, it does get... - Yes, he has.

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

A packet of cigarettes and an expensive lighter.

He went to the gents, left them on the table.

We've had nothing like this for weeks and now loads of incidents.

Gina, could you scribble down the names of people present?

Yeah, sure.

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

where thefts occurred. - Oh, yeah.

That's clever.

It's ordinary police work. Nothing clever.

OK, Phil. No need to labour the point.

I'll get a pen and paper. - Much appreciated, Gina.

Don't go overboard. It's no trouble.

Oi, we're on duty.

It's unprofessional flirting with members of the public.

Come on, Phil. It's public relations.

Very keen on it at training college these days.

Let's see if I can help you find what you're looking for, eh.

Yes. Elizabeth Hargreaves, known as Betty.

She's a state registered nurse in her early s.

Thanks.

Yes?

Really?

Are you sure?

Thanks. Goodbye.

But it was Mr Scripps' idea that I should help him in the garage

cos Mr Vernon, he's gone away and taken the taxi with him.

Well, then he said

I'd lost his monkey wrench

and I should go and do something with a bit more get-up-and-go.

Just so long as I got up and... went,

otherwise he'd have no tools left.

So he took me to meet this bloke and he said, "Don't say too much."

And did you?

- Did I what? - Say too much?

Oh, no. I couldn't have done, cos I've got the job.

That's a relief. So what are you doing?

House clearances.

What I do is I go along and clear the house,

then drive to the auction room and they sell it.

That sounds simple enough.

There's a lot of it about, is there?

No. But Mr Scripps said there could be at any moment

so I've got to be like a coiled spring

and all ready to pounce.

And I don't think I can do that.

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

Just you wait and see.

Yesterday's thefts were minor ones, but each is a recorded crime

which looks bad.

I want this cleared up. Understood?

There might be something here, sarge.

Sergeant. What is it?

I've made a list of people at the crime scenes.

One person was present at every one.

- Well done. Who is he? - She, actually.

The woman who runs the nursing home. Betty Hargreaves.

What?

She was present at every one. Even the pub.

Are you sure?

Gina says she popped in with some of her old ladies for a milk stout.

Shall I interview Mrs Hargreaves?

No, Nicholson, I think not, in view of the parking incident.

Bradley, get over to the nursing home.

See what Mrs Hargreaves says. Be courteous. Be discreet.

Yes, sarge.

How come everyone else gets to call him sarge, but me?

Alf?

What are you doing here?

I thought you were off fishing?

Mrs Ventress has a slight chill.

Oh, Alf, I'm sorry to hear that.

She's confined to bed which means she can't make her daily visit

to see her Auntie Vera.

So you're on as first reserve, eh?

I hope she'll be pleased to see you.

I like black grapes.

I can't eat these.

Sorry.

You young people today!

Very thoughtless.

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

I feel fine, Doctor, really.

Course you do. Fit as a fiddle, Jessie.

I've a real humdinger here!

Zingiber? What does it mean?

Well, it means...

Oh, drat! My memory's not what it was.

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

Mike, what do you think?

Tropical herbs, yes, absolutely. No question.

- Why are you here? - I gather you're looking for me.

Yes. Could I have a word?

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

we wondered if you'd seen anything to help us with our enquiries.

Is this a follow-up from that parking nonsense?

Sorry, I don't understand.

Subtle police harassment?

No, I'm just here to investigate some thefts.

For which you're insinuating I'm responsible.

I didn't say that.

You implied it.

I know absolutely nothing about any thefts.

I can't assist your enquiries in any way.

MUSIC: 'Jezebel' by Herman's Hermits

Take a seat.

So, Councillor Blaketon, how can we help?

Well, I've been making enquiries into Betty Hargreaves

who runs the Ashfordly Nursing Home.

I've been in touch

with the General Nursing Council and they tell me

that Betty Hargreaves is "not" a qualified SRN.

It seems she's lied about her qualifications.

In fact, Mr Watson,

she's a bogus nurse.

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

He's over there.

There you are. I've been shouting all round the garage for you.

DAVD: I came over peckish...

This is no time to go stuffing your face.

Bob's got a job for you straightaway.

Oh, right. Well, I'm ready, then.

- I'm like a... like a... - Coiled spring.

Aye, that's right.

Just one thing, though. - What would that be?

- Can I finish my pie first? - GINA: You're too late, David.

Alfred's had it. - No, no!

Oh, Alfred!

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

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

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

She was previously a nursing auxiliary

at a Nottingham hospital.

An auxiliary? She's running an entire nursing home.

She was well thought of by senior staff there.

We keep a close eye.

You know, the Ashfordly Nursing Home

serves the community well.

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

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

Residents are unanimous in their praise for her as a nurse.

I see.

And you turn a blind eye, do you?

She's not the first person to lie about her qualifications.

Maybe not.

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

can easily lie about another.

MUSIC: 'Got To Get You Into My Life' by Cliff Bennett & The Rebel Rousers

♪ I was alone, I took a ride,

♪ I didn't know what I would find there

♪ Another road

♪ Where maybe I could see another kind of mind there

♪ Ooh, then I suddenly see you

♪ Ooh, did I tell you I need you

♪ Every single day of my life

♪ Got to get you into my life ♪

- What are you playing at? - You waved me on.

I didn't. Reverse back!

CAR HORNS

Right, if you can pull over.

Not until I've been examined by a doctor.

What?

I could have a broken neck. Anything.

CAR HORNS A slight movement may be fatal.

It's only a small bump. You'll be fine.

I demand to be checked by a doctor.

PHIL: Nicholson's brought the whole town to a standstill

by the sound of it.

Can you assist, Mike? - Is Craddock in?

'Right. I'm on my way.'

He's requested a doctor at the scene.

Dr Summerbee's on her way.

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Have you got a minute? - I'm having my lunch.

There's something I think you should be aware of.

Betty Hargreaves. - What about her?

Did you know the Health Department

are ignoring the fact that she's "not" a state registered nurse.

- No. - Yes, she lied on her application.

She's also benefited from the will of a deceased resident

who died with higher-than-expected levels of morphine in her body.

I'm investigating her on the family's behalf.

I thought you should know.

Enjoy your lunch.

What's the problem?

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

- Well, well, Stanley Bates. - Who?

"Sign-off Stanley."

Always trying to sign himself off work on any pretext.

- I'm not shifting. - How can I help?

- He says his neck might be broken. - OK. Let's see.

- He's trying it on. - TRICIA: Any pain anywhere?

It's hard to say.

- We'll have to move the car. - I know.

The sooner I check him, the better.

Where was this?

I see.

Right. Well, we'll get someone over there straightaway.

Yeah, thanks.

Nothing broken. Don't worry, you're fine.

Physically, maybe.

What about the trauma? The effects of shock?

If you want a shock, I'll give you one

and book you for obstruction. Now move it.

I did try telling you. - I know, but I still had to check.

You seem to be having a frustrating day.

Betty Hargreaves tells me you practically accused her of theft.

If so, you're wrong.

Sarge, a woman's purse was taken while visiting the nursing home.

Been up there, Bradley?

Mrs Hargreaves denies all knowledge of the thefts.

Well, there's been another theft.

This time from inside the home itself.

Presumably under your very nose. Well done.

Right. So you came out here to use the phone,

took the coins from your purse. You went in to your mother.

When you came back, the purse was gone?

Right, leave it with me.

Mrs Hargreaves, did you notice anyone who shouldn't be here?

Any unfamiliar visitors?

No, we're very quiet at the moment. Hardly any visitors at all.

- Which of your staff was on duty? - Just me at the moment.

Are you sure you didn't see the purse by the telephone

and take it away for safekeeping?

Sergeant, I'm getting a little tired of police insinuations.

I know nothing about this purse, all right?

- Excuse me, Mrs Hargreaves. - Ventress?

I thought you were fishing. - No, sarge, I'm visiting someone.

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

No. Nothing.

Oh. Not to worry. It'll be around somewhere.

Something missing?

Well, I think I've got a hole in this pocket.

It probably dropped out somewhere. I'm sure someone's picked it up.

What have you lost?

My warrant card, sarge.

Oh, dear.

Bradley.

My office. Now.

The Highways Act, ...?

.

A stolen purse, a police warrant card missing.

It's an increasingly serious matter.

Mrs Hargreaves' attitude is far from co-operative. However,

she has agreed we check out her premises and advise her on security.

- Did she agree to that? - Somewhat reluctantly.

I want you to do that.

However, your real task is more serious.

Sarge?

Petty thefts are bad enough.

But I've received more disturbing information about her.

Alfred, stop fidgeting. Keep your hands up.

- Is our headache better now? - Oh, yes, thank you.

Good.

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

No chance of that.

Evening, Alf.

No wisecracks, Mike. I'm not in the mood.

Found your card yet?

No.

You'd have liked my husband. A dear soul.

Goodness me.

What was his name?

Oh, it'll come to me.

Are you married, Doctor?

No, I'm not.

Hello, ladies.

Ah, our handsome policeman.

I like a man in uniform, don't you, dear?

It depends on the man, I suppose.

Mike. - Evening.

- Back again? - There's been a couple of thefts.

I'm just checking on security. - What was taken?

A lady's purse.

Containing?

A return bus ticket and four shillings.

Oh. Does Sergeant Craddock really think

that justifies all this police time?

I'm sorry?

The police have been here three times today.

Not to mention a permanent plain-clothes presence.

Alf's got nothing to do with this.

- What's going on, Mike? - How do you mean?

Is this about Oscar Blaketon's suspicions of the will?

Come on, Lucy, my love.

Doctor's here with your new medicine.

Soon have you right.

Blaketon's wrong about her.

- Is Craddock in? - You mean Sergeant Craddock?

What's the precise nature of your enquiry?

I'll take that as a yes.

Ah, Craddock. - Do you mind?

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

Betty Hargreaves worked in a hospital in Nottingham.

One of the old ladies there changed her will just before she died

and left Betty £ , .

- Good Lord! - She used this money

to buy the nursing home, filled with old ladies

with other wills to write. It's all in here in black and white.

Here's your new medicine, Jessie.

There we are.

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

CRADDOCK: Don't tell me how to do my job.

OSCAR: Your job is to act on wrongdoing.

CRADDOCK: My job is to uphold the law.

All you've said is that Mrs Hargreaves has been left money

and used it legitimately.

She's at it, Craddock. £ , from Nottingham,

£ from Gladys Dobson. She's swindling old women.

You have no proof. Only suspicion.

In my day, suspicion was acted upon.

Now get her in here and ask her questions.

Thank you for your information.

Right.

I'm going to keep digging away at this.

Like a good copper should.

Sorry, sergeant, he barged past me.

You're not paid to be barged past, Nicholson,

and don't listen at this door again. Get Bradley on the radio.

Well, I've been having a quiet word with people, sarge.

She seems well liked.

'Tomorrow, get a list of residents and next of kin.'

A bit late for that.

Bob says you're to go to Overton Street.

Clear out all the furniture.

Oh, great.

I didn't think he'd want me again. Not after...

Yeah, well... Mind how you go.

Lucky he didn't spot that broken headlight.

I'll fix it for you later.

MUSIC: 'It's Nice To Be Out In The Morning' by Herman's Hermits

♪ It's nice to be out in the morning

♪ When you got somewhere to go

♪ It's seeing the same old places

♪ That can make you feel so low

♪ The carpet's green where the grass is grey

♪ Beswick, Hulme and Harpurhey

♪ Why do you range where the tomcats roam?

♪ They're not the sights of Rome

♪ But it's home

♪ It's nice to be out in the morning

♪ When you got somewhere to go

♪ It's seeing the same old places

♪ That can make you feel so low

♪ Bess o' the Barns where the brass bands play

♪ Home of the heights where the chimneys grow

♪ With its concrete flowers

♪ It's not the Taj Mahal

♪ But it's ours ♪

Morning, Alf. Are you still here?

I could say the same for you.

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

- Oh. Aye. - Alf...

who's Aunt Vera's next of kin?

Mrs Ventress? - Yes. Why?

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

Every other day. Threatens to put a clause in to stop me smoking.

Alfred. I've told you not to mumble.

HE SPEAKS LOUDLY I was just saying

there's a lot of thefts here.

You want to put a lock on this.

Too much crime these days.

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

Not today.

Your generation's got no respect

for anything.

MUSIC: 'Shakin' All Over' by Johnny Kidd & The Pirates

♪ When you move in right up close to me

♪ That's when I get the shakes all over me ♪

It's definitely a word.

Isn't it, constable? Isoniazid?

Isoniazid? I've no idea.

I can't just remember what it means,

but it's a word all right.

She's expecting you. This way, please.

Thank you.

Your solicitor, Jessie.

- Hello. How are you? - They've been very good to me here.

That's good. It shouldn't take much of your time.

I wanted to change one or two things,

if it's OK by you? - Yes, of course it is.

Whatever you wish.

A bit rude to eavesdrop, isn't it?

- I was just... - Spying on people?

No. Doing my job.

And what sort of "job" is it that requires you

to listen in on private conversations?

Hello, Jessie. How are you?

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

Good. Good.

I'd only just popped out for a paper.

How did they get in?

Through the front door. Bold as brass.

It wasn't locked, then?

That's it. Blame me.

Where are you lot when you're wanted?

- Mr Bates, please. - Funny, in't it?

Intimidating road accident victims, you're mob-handed.

But protecting ratepayers' property, you're nowhere to be seen.

Mr Bates, please. I'll need a list of the items.

They've had the lot. Tables, chairs. Three-piece suite.

My gran's painting off t'wall.

My prize tiger rug. - You what?

Tiger rug. A rug made out of tiger skin.

Well, they must have had a lorry.

Or a van. - Brilliant.

Sherlock Holmes'd be proud of you.

Course they did.

You should be out there looking for it.

Hey, stop!

Why didn't you pull over the first time?

I was just being careful. Last time you waved me on,

I had a crash.

I hope that tiger's dead.

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

Oh, is it really?

One of your headlights is broken.

Oh, I know. Mr Scripps is going to fix it for me.

Just make sure he does.

On you go.

The police do rub people up the wrong way sometimes.

Yeah, well, once a copper, always a copper.

You could be right. You and Phil still seem to get on well.

Yeah, I suppose we do, really.

- And there hasn't been anyone else? - What, round here? No.

I've given up on men. - What about Mike?

- What about him? He's not my type. - Oh?

I think he goes for the more professional type.

Don't look at me.

Sorry to interrupt.

I've taken an urgent phone call trying to find you.

- What is it? - Your patient, Jessie Outram,

has just died.

Oh, no.

Is this at the nursing home?

She was fine earlier. I'll get over there.

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

- Any idea of the cause of death? - Not at this stage.

A terrible shock. A lovely old lady.

May I ask what her solicitor was doing here earlier?

I believe she was signing a new will.

Excuse me, I have other residents to attend to.

Sure.

So, what happens now?

I think this is one for the coroner.

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

Yeah, I suppose it does.

Right. Thanks for your help.

SHE SIGHS Morning.

Oh, morning.

How can I help you? - Is Sergeant Craddock in?

I've had the preliminary post-mortem report.

Yeah. Yeah.

She died of sudden heart failure, but I'm concerned.

Her blood had traces of the anti hypertensive drug, Propanolol.

Why is it of concern?

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

Does Mrs Hargreaves give Jessie medication?

Yes.

Could this Propanolol have brought on the heart failure?

Unlikely. It may have lowered her blood pressure,

but it shouldn't have been there.

- So she had the wrong medication? - It would seem so.

Well, the question is,

was that negligence or was it deliberate?

There is one other thing.

I spoke to her solicitor this morning.

Jessie's left the nursing home £ .

MUSIC: 'Where's My Love?' Joe Loss & His Orchestra

Anything else I can get you, Daphne?

I'd adore a nice cup of tea.

I just brought you one.

Oh, I'd quite forgotten.

Dearie me!

- Could we have a word in private? - In a moment.

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

- I thought you were on leave? - I am.

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

Mrs Ventress keeps finding me jobs to do.

She thinks I'm with Vera.

I can get a bit of peace and quiet.

It won't be quiet for long if we don't get Stanley Bates' stuff back.

He'll probably try and sue you.

In broad daylight. In and out.

Gear on the back of a lorry and away.

Have you checked with Division? He may have struck elsewhere.

I have. Nothing.

You should have seen it. Stripped bare.

Tables, chair, three-piece suite.

Even took his tiger rug.

- Tiger rug? - Yeah.

- On a lorry? - Yeah.

I stopped a lorry yesterday. With furniture. Tables, chairs...

- Three-piece suite? Tiger rug? - When? Where?

He had a broken headlight.

Jessie wasn't on Propanolol.

Perhaps she took another resident's medication in error.

Nobody here has that prescription.

- Is this your medicine cabinet? - Yes. It's always kept locked.

- Who has the key? - Just me.

- I keep them with me all the time. - May I see inside?

You won't find Propanolol in here.

Did Jessie have any visitors that may have given her medicine?

No. She hardly had any visitors.

She was a spinster. No family.

I gather she's leaving you money.

Not me personally.

The home.

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

What motivates their generosity, would you say?

Who knows? When people get old these days,

their families often find them an inconvenience.

They stick them in homes and people like me have to care for them.

Which, of course, you do.

It may sound corny,

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

Bradley, get me copies of Jessie Outram and Gladys Dobson's

postmortem reports.

Then I'll decide what action to take.

Another one's died up there. Convinced now?

I'm not going to discuss police business with you.

This is a story that could get into the Sunday papers.

People start asking how come

she's got away with it for so long. The reason is,

that certain so-called coppers I know are too slow

to catch a cold.

I said Mr Scripps is going to fix it.

It's not about the headlight, David.

I got him a job. House clearing. What's he meant to have done?

Cleared a house.

MUSIC: 'Sukiyaki' by Kenny Ball & His Jazzmen

This is like the house, but it were No. I went to,

I know it were. - You entered his house

without consent and took the lot.

There's obviously been some mistake. I wrote No. down for him.

I mean...I checked twice it were No ...

Where did you take it all, David?

Bad news. These items have been auctioned off.

Who's bought them?

- Lots of different people. - Names? Addresses?

It's a cash auction.

People pay their money and they go.

This stuff could be anywhere by now.

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

- I've done nothing wrong. - Come on, David.

- Afternoon, Vera. - You're late, Alfred.

I popped into the ironmonger's.

I thought you'd feel safer

if you had your bits and pieces under lock and key.

A sensible idea for once, Alfred.

That'll keep everyone's things safe.

Not everyone's. Just your locker.

What's all this?

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

Where did you get these?

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

otherwise anyone could steal them.

He's sold the lot and it could be anywhere?

My tiger rug? My three-piece? I'd only just bought that.

It's not even in one piece.

The armchairs went in separate lots from the sofa.

It's theft. I'm pressing charges.

We're sure it was a genuine mistake.

- That's right. - It were your funny door number.

I want him locked up.

Can't you get it back on insurance?

The £ I had my contents insured for barely covers it.

Never mind the inconvenience. - You left your door open.

Insurance may say it's contributory negligence.

Right. That settles it. Charge him.

Well done, big mouth.

SCRIPPS: You're forgetting summat.

The furniture was sold. There's money due.

How much?

Bob tells me the whole contents went for just under £ .

quid! There was something valuable.

Apparently attracted a couple of dealers.

- It were that tiger rug. - No, the watercolour painting.

It seems they thought it was worth a bob or two.

Really? My gran gave me that painting.

I couldn't stand it myself.

Bumped it up quite a lot.

You'll clear, oh, over £ ,

after auctioneer's fees etc.

There you are, Stanley.

Drop the charges and consider it a sale.

Refit your house out with new stuff and make a little profit.

Yeah.

Actually, not a bad idea.

- Is Craddock about? - He's in his office.

Everything reported lost or stolen was found in her locker.

I see.

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

that had been left lying around. - Maybe.

We'll return the stolen property. I'll suggest

they leave it at that. KNOCK ON DOOR

Mike's on the radio. He's got the postmortem reports.

Both show unexpected anomalies.

'Right. Meet me up there in minutes.'

Right, sarge.

Here are the files you wanted, sarge.

Thank you.

Right. I'm taking Mrs Hargreaves into custody.

Time we got to the bottom of this.

Excuse me.

Sarge, I'd better put Dr Summerbee in the picture.

Right. This way, please.

Dr Summerbee, have you got a moment?

- Of course. - Just so you're aware,

Betty's agreed to come in voluntarily for further questioning.

I see.

It is a word, Constable.

- I'm sorry? - Isoniazid.

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

Oh, yes.

It came to me later. It's a drug.

Isonicotinicacid hydrazide to be exact.

Used against tuberculosis.

- Is it? Well done. - How do you know that, Daphne?

I learnt it at Tommy's.

Tommy's? You were at St Thomas's Medical School?

Of course. You can't become qualified without training.

You should know that. - You were a doctor?

I still am. My husband was a surgeon.

Dear old...

Henry.

Yes, Henry.

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

No. Never retire whilst you can be of use.

I treat people all the time.

Discreetly, of course.

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

Oh, look!

And a triple word score too! SHE LAUGHS

Syringes, ampoules of morphia,

Propanolol.

Oh, Daphne! - I'll call Sergeant Craddock.

She only became my patient fairly recently.

Her memory's deteriorating. She's in the early stages of senile dementia.

We owe you an apology.

Perhaps I should have been more aware

but I had no idea of what she was up to.

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

There were giveaway signs.

What happens to her now?

Daphne didn't k*ll them. We know that from the postmortems.

There's no need for any police action in this matter.

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

All right.

All right, I apologise.

I did jump the g*n a bit with Betty.

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

But I was right. There was something funny going on.

If not for me,

you may not have found out before a real tragedy happened.

When we got the postmortem reports, we acted.

That would have happened with or without your information.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

In my day in this job,

we came to rely on the public to be our eyes and ears.

It's surprising what you can learn.

We never have much luck. We always seem to lose money.

Yes. Usually mine.

We've done all right this time.

So... drinks all round.

- That's what I like to hear. - Where did you get that?

Stanley reckons, without me,

he wouldn't have had his stroke of good fortune.

So he gave us ten quid.

Better fill me up, gorgeous.

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

I just had a gut feeling about Betty.

She's a good, caring person. You can tell.

Sure, but we still had to do our job.

Of course.

Your work seems really important to you.

Well, I'm sure you feel the same about yours.

Yeah.

Funny, chatting to Daphne made me think.

In what way?

She and her husband put everything into their work. Never had a family.

Now she's left all alone. She's had a pretty fulfilling life.

She's experienced a lot, learnt a lot.

And she's pretty hot at Scrabble too.

She took a shine to you, so she can't have learned that much!

Yeah, well, she is suffering from senile dementia.

It's been a long day.

Have you got time for a drink?

No... I'd better get home.

I could rustle up some supper.

Thanks, but I've made arrangements.

Oh...

No... no. Phil.

He's coming round later.

There's a football match on the telly.

Right. Some other time.

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Night.

Night.