16x15 - Seeds Of Destruction

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

♪ He was a friend of mine

♪ He was a friend of mine

♪ His k*lling had no purpose

♪ No reason or rhyme

♪ He was... ♪ CAR APPROACHES

♪ ..a friend of mine... ♪

Been busy in the garden, Harold?

You know damn well what I've been doing.

There's no need for that.

-No need? -I don't know what you're on about.

-I've just buried my dog. -Sorry, but I don't--

Sorry, my eye! You poisoned him! You...!

Just leave.

Evening, Alf.

What's up with you?

Toothache. The dentist won't see me till tomorrow.

Don't bother taking your coat off.

Why, what's happened?

Harold Beecham is on the warpath again.

PHILIP: Over and out, Rob.

Oh, Sarge, Rob has had a report

about a disturbance over at Eltering.

Major Beecham set about somebody's van with a spade.

Not that man again.

Rob is on his way over to calm him down.

He doesn't need calming down, he needs locking up.

Younger, take the panda car.

Beecham's bark is worse than his bite, sarge.

Well, my eardrums have suffered quite enough at Mr Beecham's bark.

Make sure he gets a caution, at the very least.

-Hiya. -And where have you been?

Seeing the Vicar. Weddings don't organise themselves.

I thought you were using the registry office.

No. Why would we do that?

Well, er, Bellamy has been married before, you know.

I'm not sure he's allowed to get married in church.

No.

I never even thought to ask.

Good evening. I rang up about bed and breakfast. Tristram Johnstone.

Yeah, of course, come and sign the book.

A quaint little place you have here.

Yes, well, we like it.

So, is it on business or pleasure?

Working in the area. For the BBC.

Oh, what is it you do?

I'm a researcher on "Down Your Way".

Do you hear that, Oscar? He works on Down Your Way.

Franklin Englemann. A good programme.

-On the Home Service, Gina. -We call it "Radio Four" now.

I have to look for places with enough local interest.

There's plenty of that round here. We might end up on the radio, Oscar.

GINA: Through there.

He was the best little g*n dog I ever had.

I've had him since he were a pup.

He retired when I gave up sh**ting, but he still had a damn good nose.

-Now he's dead. -He had a good innings.

Why did you do it? He was as fit as a fiddle.

For the last time, Harold, it were nowt to do with me.

-ROB: What's going on here? -He k*lled my dog.

I did no such thing!

All right. What happened this time?

My Dash is dead.

He picked up something in the garden this morning.

I didn't see what it was.

He came in licking his chops. He must've been poisoned.

What makes you think it was Mr Parslow?

He always had it in for my dog.

He grumbled every time he crossed his garden.

I'll have a word with him.

Did you have anything to do with his dog dying?

Of course I didn't.

Look, I don't want any trouble. Obviously, the old boy's upset.

He'll calm down in a minute.

YOUNGER: Major Beecham, I've been told to caution you.

What for?

For conduct likely to cause a breach of the peace.

-Can I have your name and address? -No.

I'm trying to caution you.

-So you said. -That's how it works.

I ask you for your name and address, and you tell me.

Otherwise, I could arrest you.

Shall we start again? Can I have your name and address?

You know perfectly well who I am and where I live, you useless twit!

Major Beecham, I'm going to have to arrest you now.

-Geoff? Geoff, what's going on? -He called me a useless twit.

-He is! -That's enough!

I am arresting you

for conduct likely to cause a breach of the peace

and for failing to give your name and address.

Who is this Frankie... Inglenook, anyway?

"Franklin Englemann", David. He does "Down Your Way".

What does he do down there?

Well, he visits places, talks to people.

Doesn't sound very exciting.

Well, it is Radio Four, David.

My dad adores that programme.

Hey! Do you think he could get on it?

They don't want farmers.

They want someone like me, in the heart of the village.

Since when was your garage the heart of the village?

The local pub, that's the natural starting point.

No, they want to get out in the countryside.

I could tell that Franklin Englemann a few stories.

The only stories you can tell are likely to get you arrested.

He wants stories about village life, village people.

Ah, the man from the BBC!

-I'll have a pint, please, landlord. -The first one is on the house.

ALL TALK AT ONCE

..he just loves your show...

ALL TALK AT ONCE

-Steady on. -..so nice to meet you!

years, I had him.

Since he was a pup.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry it's come to this, Major Beecham,

but there was no call to do what you did.

It's not the first time, is it?

I'm not going to be ordered about by some witless young squirt.

If I think something is wrong, I'll damn well say so.

Yes, well, my sergeant thinks you say it a bit too often.

He'll need to see you in the morning.

Now, if you'd like to follow me, please?

-Well, I haven't much choice, have I? -Not really. No.

YOUNGER: Sorry.

YOUNGER: Thank you.

-Hiya. -Hiya, Gina, love.

What's going on?

Got a researcher from Down Your Way stopping.

They all think they're going to get on the radio.

-And are they? -No.

But I am. I've got a plan.

-Oh, have you? -Mm!

Now, listen, did you remember to see the Vicar?

Yeah. All sorted.

Well, erm, except...

-Except what? -Come through here.

Well...

It's just something Oscar mentioned.

Are we allowed to get married in church,

what with you being married before?

The marriage to Debbie was bigamous, null and void,

which means it doesn't count, like Oscar and his opinions.

That's a relief.

Debbie is in the past now.

I refuse to let that woman cause us any more stress.

There's been enough of that.

-I reckon that's what made you ill. -You're right.

I realise it's wrong to bottle things up.

So, from now on in, me and you are going to talk about things.

-All right? -Yeah.

We need to start with what happens after the wedding.

The reception.

No, I was thinking about my job. Police regulations--

About not being allowed to marry a licensee?

TwG. I've been thinking about it.

Well, I'm prepared to resign from the Force,

but I've got to give them notice.

Oh, Phil, I couldn't do that to you. Look what happened last time.

I'm not going to try and sell double glazing this time.

I know how much your job means to you.

Well, there is another plan.

We could ask somebody to take over the licence. Like Oscar.

I'm not sure he'd want to.

We could ask.

It's nothing, really. Just a slight knocking sound.

Worried about the car? I'll take a look tomorrow.

-I can fix it for you. -No, I'll do it.

Courtesy of Scripps Funeral Services And Garage.

That's awfully kind of you, but it's all right, really.

The BBC look after us very well with our cars.

I'm sure they do.

It'll be my pleasure. I'll give it the once-over.

Our pleasure. I work there too, you know.

Can't you sleep, Major Beecham?

BEECHAM: My back is playing me up.

This bed's a bit hard for me.

Look, lad, I may have gone a bit far, but couldn't I go home?

After all, I'm not liable to flee the country or anything.

I'm sorry, Major Beecham, but I've entered you in the charge sheet.

I've got to wait till my sergeant can discharge you in the morning.

Can I make you a cup of tea?

Thank you, but any chance of an aspirin or something?

I'll have a look what's in the first-aid kit.

Just a single, please.

Oh, you can manage that.

No, put your money away.

All agreed, then?

We'll pick you up after breakfast and take you on our special guided tour.

We know loads of places round here.

Sounds very interesting. If you're sure you can spare the time?

It'll be our pleasure.

And yours, as well, of course.

Here you go, Major Beecham.

Thank you, lad.

Very good of you.

-You're in the doghouse, Oscar. -What for?

All them free drinks you were throwing down Tristram.

-That comes out of my bar accounts. -I'm just trying to be friendly.

You were just sucking up to him.

It's important that the people they interview

are a credit to the village.

Imagine the impression Peggy or David would make.

You just want to be famous.

Oh, good morning, Tristram.

-Morning. -I hope you slept well.

I've made you a cooked breakfast. I hope you like your eggs fried.

-A busy night? -Quiet as the grave.

Major Beecham is in the cells. I was just going to wake him.

-You actually banged him up? -Yeah, a breach of the peace.

Well, that's a turn-up.

Look... Why don't you get yourself home?

I'll take him in a cup of tea.

Thanks, Phil.

PHIL: Wakey-wakey, Major Beecham.

I brought you a cup of tea.

Major?

Sarge!

Morning, Phil.

What's up?

Thanks very much, doctor.

Get Younger in here. Now.

ROB: What's going on?

A death in custody.

Geoff? It's Phil. You need to get back here, fast.

PHIL: Harold Beecham's dead.

Nelly! What have you done?

I were forking over the vegetable patch. Didn't look what I was doing.

Come on. Let's get you into a chair, quickly.

Morning, Tristram. Shall I take your car keys?

-I'll do it. -TRISTRAM: I'd rather you didn't.

It's no bother.

Best be getting on with it.

Rosemary.

The Scenes Of Crime officers are waiting for the Coroner.

Show him through when he arrives.

I don't know. More than years in the job,

I've never had a prisoner die on me yet.

-Where is Younger? -On his way.

-Does he know? -Yes, sarge.

I want to see him the minute he arrives.

How come he's dead? When?

We don't know.

Division are sending someone down to take charge.

Did anything unusual happen last night?

No. Nothing.

Miller wants to see you. Right away.

Right.

Gardening? The last time I saw you, you could hardly leave the house.

I've been much better since I stopped taking them pills.

You've got rheumatoid arthritis.

It's really dangerous for you to stop taking your medication.

I've not stopped.

The new doctor gave me some of his brown medicine. Works a treat.

Which new doctor?

The locum who comes out from Ashfordly?

No, Dr...

Lansbury, in Eltering.

A nice young man. Got a lovely manner.

Shut the door.

Is there anything you need to tell me? Quickly.

No, sergeant.

There is a man lying dead and that's all you've got to say?

I didn't realise he'd d*ed, sergeant.

YOUNGER: I did everything by the book.

Doing things by the book doesn't normally lead to charges.

-Charges? -Yes. Like manslaughter.

I don't know, Younger, I always had you down for a decent officer,

but if there is an ounce of blame laid at your door for this,

that will be the end of your police career.

-KNOCK AT DOOR -SERGEANT: Come in.

-Detective Sergeant Dawson. -Show her in.

I'll need to start with the body and the officer who found it.

That was PC Bellamy.

SERGEANT: Ask him to join us, Walker.

Younger, wait in the Duty Room.

-Morning, Oscar. -Oh, not you, as well.

It's like Piccadilly Circus in here.

Hand him over and then we'll be out of your way.

You mean our guest? I think he might be a bit fragile this morning.

That's the trouble with these posh folk. No stamina.

Come along. You haven't forgotten, have you?

-Forgotten what? -Your guided tour.

We're taking you round all the sites.

We've drawn up a plan, haven't we, David?

Well, er, Geoff...

PC Younger had been on duty overnight,

so I told him to get off home.

He gave no indication that anything untoward had happened?

No, he said all had been quiet.

Then what did you do?

I made a cup of tea and brought it through here.

When did you realise that the prisoner was dead?

As soon as I touched him.

Did you attempt to revive him? I just called out to Sarge.

It was obvious he'd been dead for some hours.

Let's wait for a qualified medical opinion, shall we?

OK. I've seen enough. The body can be moved now.

All in all, a real mess.

Here we are, then.

The historic site of the Battle of Aidensfield.

-The Civil w*r, you know. -Are you sure?

David knows all about this stuff. Born and bred in the village, he was.

Never been further than Filey.

I mean, I don't recall a Battle of Aidensfield in the Civil w*r.

It's well known, hereabouts, isn't it, David?

D...? David?

Yeah.

The posh ones, in the uniforms, they were all over that side.

They had pikes and a cannon.

And who were they fighting?

Well, everyone else, really.

Lads from Whitby, mostly.

And who won?

That's it, you see. Nobody did.

Mr Ventress, he arrested everybody.

He said, "Nothing more than a punch-up in a field."

Mr Ventress?

Are you quite sure about this?

Yeah, I was there.

CLEARS THROAT

When did you last check on Major Beecham?

: this morning.

I thought he was still asleep.

You checked on him, regularly, through the night?

Every hour. [span]It's on the charge sheet. [/span]

So, what's the last time you know he was definitely alive?

About ten thirty.

He was complaining of backache, so I gave him a cup of tea and...

And?

I gave him a couple of Alf's pills.

I looked in the first-aid box, but the aspirin bottle was empty.

You did what?

You gave him somebody else's medication?

Yes, but they're just painkillers. Alf's got toothache.

-You didn't think to call a doctor? -It didn't seem that serious.

It is now.

Where is Ventress? These aren't labelled.

I think he's gone to the dentist, sergeant.

Terrific. We don't know what's in them.

You don't think those could have k*lled him?

Put it this way. You gave a prisoner some medication.

You don't know what it was, and the prisoner subsequently d*ed.

Bellamy, phone Mrs Ventress.

If she's not home, phone round all the dentists in the area.

We have to find Alf. We need to know what these are.

-Right, sarge. -Get these to the pathologist.

-We need some answers. Quickly. -Sarge.

-Dr Lansbury? -Stephen Lansbury.

Can I help?

Mrs Sneddon said you might be able to, yeah.

-Come inside. -Thanks.

Have a seat.

So... how can I help?

I'm puzzled. You see, I'm a district nurse,

but no-one has mentioned to me

about a new practice opening up in the area.

I'm not a doctor.

CASSIDY: You're not? Then... what are you?

I'm a herbalist.

But some of my patients regard you as a doctor.

Well, to some of them, I suppose I am,

but I never claimed to be.

Even so, you're interfering with treatments

prescribed to them by their doctors.

I'm not interfering with them.

People come to me of their own free will

and if I can help them, I do.

How can it help someone to undermine their medical treatment?

Well, it's up to them.

Have you never heard of a second opinion?

A second opinion comes from another doctor.

Not in this case.

TRISTRAM: So, what are these paintings, exactly?

Longboats, mostly.

You know, Vikings.

TRSITRAM: I didn't know the Vikings went in for figurative art.

DAVID: It was when we had this coachload of Norwegian students...

Oh, here we are.

TRISTRAM: Good Lord!

It's surprisingly clear.

And this looks like a primitive sort of... horse and cart.

(CHUCKLES)

And what's that?

It's a bus.

We got all these out of the same book.

It was called "Transport Through The Ages".

Mr Greengrass was really cross with me for copying that one out as well.

-You mean, you painted these? -Oh, yeah.

These Norwegian students,

they wanted something really exciting to look at, so...

David, lovey, can I have a word?

Have you been trained for this?

My grandmother was a herbalist.

When she d*ed recently, I decided to take over her work,

carry on the family tradition.

You've got no formal qualification?

Isn't there a National Institute For Herbalists?

There is. But I'm not a member.

I learnt everything I need to know from my grandmother.

If somebody comes to me with a serious condition,

I tell them to go to the hospital. I don't reject modern medicine.

Although it seems to reject people like me.

So, you've got no qualifications, but you're still treating people

who may have problems or diseases that you don't recognise.

You're part of a system

that won't let people like me through the door.

We try to help, but... you keep pushing us away.

Doesn't it worry you,

the amount of knowledge that's been rejected by modern medicine?

There are alternatives to conventional therapy.

This is my grandmother's Herbal.

There's centuries of knowledge in here.

Knowledge and practice.

But you don't know how it works.

Well, I think you have to allow us our little secrets.

But the important thing is, it does work.

It works better than the latest dr*gs your science has to offer.

But, ultimately, we're all on the same side.

CASSIDY: I am not on your side.

I stand for treatments that have been tested and documented,

that we understand and can monitor.

What you're doing is downright dangerous.

I don't see why I should have to justify myself to you.

My treatments have been just as rigorously tested.

I know what I'm doing.

Where did you hear about me?

-From Mrs Sneddon. -How's her arthritis?

Much better.

Exactly.

I've been thinking.

When me and Phil get married,

I don't want him to give up the police.

So, er, what happens about the licence, then?

Well... we wondered... if you'd take it on.

Yeah, I thought it might come to that.

I'm not sure, Gina. It's a big commitment.

I'd run the business. It would be your name above the door.

I'll think about it.

OK.

No giving him any more free drinks.

Hiya, Tristram.

How have you gone on?

It was... all most interesting.

I bet you've worked up a nice appetite out there, in the fresh air,

so I've made you my special steak and kidney pudding.

-I couldn't. -Oh, it's complimentary.

We want you to go back and tell Mr Englemann

all about our Yorkshire hospitality.

Come through to the snug.

Eh! Do we get Yorkshire hospitality, an' all?

Only if you pay for it.

So, the cause of death was "multiple organ failure".

-ROB: Caused by poisoning. -Poisoning?

The pathologist was quite definite that he d*ed from poisoning.

What sort of poison?

Can't tell yet. He's sent the organs away for examination.

Any information on the pills PC Younger gave him?

No. No, not yet. He's sent those away for analysis, too.

He can't rule anything out.

But, if Alf was taking them,

they could hardly have caused Harold's death.

The man was given tea and two pills.

He was all right up till then,

apart from being arrested by a young constable

who was then left in charge of the place.

It's clear what's happened here.

It hardly reflects well on your station, Sergeant Miller.

-What news on Ventress? -He's still under anaesthetic.

I've left a message for him to call us

as soon as the procedure is finished.

Have we contacted Beecham's next of kin?

Er... We haven't found one yet.

Walker and I will see if we can find anything at his house.

Are we missing something? Harold says his dog was poisoned.

Harold Beecham says... said a lot of things.

All the same, it seems a bit of a coincidence, sarge.

The dog d*ed almost a day before he did.

Could still be a connection.

What if it wasn't Alf's pills?

You want to dig it up? Go ahead. It's a long sh*t.

Younger, go home.

As you're under investigation, I don't want you in my station.

YOUNGER: Right, Sergeant.

-Are you sure you want to do this? -Not much else to go on, is there?

No, but I think you'll find this is a dead end.

It's pretty obvious those pills caused Beecham's death.

-KNOCK AT DOOR -Yes?

-Is my car ready? -Oh, no, not quite.

I wanted to have a word with you in private, without anyone listening.

-Really? -It's about my dad.

He adores your programme.

-Does he? -Oh, yeah.

I'd do anything to have you come Down My Way.

Oh, sorry, do I look really dirty?

I know I am, but people round here, they're used to me.

-I have to go somewhere. -I've got nothing on. I'll take you.

No. Really, there's no need.

Ah! There you are.

It's in the boot of your car.

-Thanks a bunch. -I wrapped it up.

You find anything?

No indication of any family whatsoever.

He must have been a very lonely man.

No wonder he flipped when his dog d*ed.

I'll take a look upstairs.

Take a look in here.

-What is it? -A funny place for bird-watching.

Look, there are lists of dates and times,

with what look like car registration numbers.

I'd say our friend Harold was spying on his neighbours.

Alf, where have you been?

We've been leaving messages for you to call us.

What's the panic?

Mr Ventress, those pills on your desk, what are they?

Just APC, sarge.

And what exactly is APC?

Er... aspirin, caffeine and, er, something beginning with P.

What's all the fuss about?

Younger gave some to Harold Beecham last night and he d*ed.

d*ed? It couldn't be the pills.

They're just something you get from a chemist.

Well, that's for the toxicologist to explain.

A man d*ed in my police station,

having been given a cup of tea and two pills.

Unless we are to blame the PG Tips, the pills are the number one suspect.

TRISTRAM: Where are we going now?

At the end of this track, there's a mine,

and I think you should see it.

-A mine? -Yes.

Is it safe?

They've had their share of accidents.

I'll show you where one of the biggest happened.

"Tinkers' End", they call it.

The whole shaft fell in.

It was a terrible way to go.

Yes.

I'll take you to it, then we'll have a really good look.

Do you know, I think I'd like to go back to the village.

Oh. Well, I'll drive you, then.

-No, I'd like to walk. -I'll walk with you.

No! I want to be alone!

Come on. There's nothing to see.

You go. I'm staying.

-Something doesn't add up here. -Like what?

We were called out cos he smashed a headlamp on somebody's van.

When I got here, they'd driven off. Why not stick around?

I don't know, but I have to get on.

Right. I'll catch you up.

Fine. I'll see you back at the station.

How are you getting on? Enough material?

I just need a rest.

Once Peggy gets her claws into you, it's very hard to get away.

Yes. Yes, it is.

-I have to get away. -Do you want a lift?

Oh, please. Can you drop me at the garage?

-Of course I can. Jump in. -Thank you.

-You've caused quite a stir. -Have I?

Oh, yes, I don't think they're going to let you go lightly.

Are you feeling all right?

I'll be fine.

Once I've got my car back.

Can I have my car back, please?

-Oh, not just yet. -Why? What's wrong with it?

I haven't quite got to the bottom of it.

Then can I just take it? Now.

Not possible at the moment.

No. It'll take me most of tomorrow to put it back together.

But I want to go!

Well, you can't leave yet.

Phil, it's Rob.

Tell Miller we need to interview Harold's neighbours, right now.

Was that you, Tristram?

He must have gone straight upstairs.

Oh, I've baked him some fresh scones.

-Do you think our plan is working? -Oh, aye.

Another evening with us, he'll be putty in our hands.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Who is it? -It's the police, Mr Parslow.

-It's really not convenient. -Open the door, Mr Parslow.

We'd like you to accompany us to the station, with reference to

the unlawful k*lling of deer.

It's just a few deer.

-I do it for a friend. -We'll need to talk to your friend.

-Where do they come from? -I've never asked.

I find that hard to believe.

Then go ahead and prove different.

SERGEANT: We will, probably, eventually.

First, we need to talk to you about more important things.

Like your neighbour, Harold Beecham, and his dog.

I didn't k*ll his dog, whatever he says.

Did it come into your garden a lot?

Time to time, it were a bit of a nuisance, yeah.

Presumably, it could smell blood.

Must have been a permanent fixture at your place.

It were an old dog. It probably just d*ed.

We have exhumed it for proper examination.

Why all this fuss about a dead dog?

What's the miserable so-and-so been saying?

If by that you mean Mr Harold Beecham,

I regret to have to inform you Mr Beecham is dead.

He was poisoned.

Care to comment, Mr Parslow?

Oh, no. You're not pinning that on me.

All right, I put a bit of rat poison out for the dog.

-You admit that? -Yes, I did.

It were a right pest and beginning to draw attention,

but I'm not a m*rder*r.

-What do you think? -He's telling the truth.

Like I said to PC Walker,

this isn't relevant to what happened here.

I'm inclined to agree.

Back to square one.

Come on, Geoff.

My career is over.

Alf's pills were ordinary, over-the-counter stuff.

Harold must have been allergic. You weren't to know that.

I keep thinking there's summat I could have done.

YOUNGER: Maybe I should have gone into the cell to check him.

You did what any of us would have done.

Look, Bellamy's right.

You mustn't blame yourself.

You know, all I ever wanted was to be a policeman.

Now, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life.

VOICES OVERLAP

..he just loves your show...

..I'd do anything to have you come Down My Way...

-..you can't leave yet. -But I want to go...

..another evening with us, he'll be putty in our hands...

..putty in our hands... putty in our hands...

So, have you had a chance to ask...?

I did, yeah.

-What do you say, Oscar? -He's thinking about it.

All right, you two. I've thought.

GINA: And?

I'll be pleased to take over the licence.

Thanks, Oscar.

Thanks Oscar. You're a pal.

Don't worry, I'll still run the business.

You'd better!

-No sign of your guest? -He's gone all funny.

He's not coming out of his room. Everyone's fed up waiting for him.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Well, it's something and nothing.

There's a young man in Eltering. He's set himself up as a herbalist.

Some people are treating him like he's a real doctor.

He's not saying he is one?

No, but he doesn't mind giving the impression that he is.

Is he breaking the law?

Not if he's not saying he's a doctor.

You think he's some sort of fraud?

Not exactly. He seems to be doing a few people some good.

Even if I resent having to say it.

So, what's the problem?

I'm just worried.

He's not properly trained or registered.

What if he gets something wrong?

Maybe he has already.

Yes?

I'm Detective Sergeant Dawson. This is PC Walker.

Can we have a word?

If this is about the district nurse who came round yesterday,

what I'm doing is perfectly legal. I never said I was a doctor.

Let's leave that on one side, for now.

Did you treat a patient named Harold Beecham?

Well, I...

I really couldn't say, as a matter of professional confidence.

You'll find that applies to actual professions.

As you've said, you're not actually a doctor.

We are investigating a serious matter here. We do need to know.

Yes, I was treating him, for a... a liver complaint.

What with?

I'll have to check my notes.

Celandine.

-Celandine? -That's right.

Do you have any of this here?

I think I'm out of stock since I treated him,

but you can find it in any hedgerow.

Can I ask what this is all about?

Major Beecham d*ed two days ago.

The postmortem indicates he was poisoned.

We don't yet know what by.

Well, it... it can't have been that.

It says here, "Useful for jaundice, eczema

and torpid conditions of the liver."

All the same, something k*lled him. We'll be exploring all avenues.

KNOCK AT DOOR

GINA: Tristram?

Are you coming down for breakfast?

No. Thanks.

aI'm waiting for my car.

I had the police round about Harold Beecham.

-The man who d*ed in custody? -I was treating him with celandine.

According to the Herbal.

According to your centuries of practice?

-What's the problem? -Hearing what they said...

I'm scared.

You might have good reason to be.

I want to be a doctor. This is my last chance.

What if I've made a mistake?

You'd better come in.

Let me look it up in my pharmacology book.

What did you mean by your "last chance"?

I went to medical school, but they threw me out.

Why?

I lied about having a maths O-Level.

I could never do maths, but I so badly wanted to do medicine.

So herbalism was a second choice?

Yeah, well, it's almost as good as being a real doctor.

They wouldn't let me go down the conventional route.

It seemed like it was meant to be.

Here it is. Chelidonium Majus.

This isn't good.

What is it?

"Isoquinoline alkaloid. Toxicity level five."

"The poisonous part - mainly roots."

Did you use the roots?

"Symptoms: numbness, fainting and coma."

"Highly toxic. May be fatal if eaten."

Stephen, you've got to talk to the police, tell them what's happened.

Take the Herbal. Explain exactly what you gave to Harold.

There may still be some other explanation.

Yeah, you're right.

You're right. I'll... er...

I'll go. Straightaway.

Just stay calm.

It'll be ready this afternoon, then you can leave.

CUCKOO CLOCK

Just stay calm.

It'll be ready this afternoon.

Then you can leave.

-Has Stephen Lansbury been in yet? -No. Should he have been?

He said he was coming straight here.

We looked up celandine in one of my books. It can be highly toxic.

Is that definitely what he gave Harold?

Yeah. The symptoms take up to hours to appear

and can result in coma and death.

The backache he was experiencing was probably his kidneys shutting down.

Presumably, Harold took the medicine the day he d*ed.

I want that young man arrested now.

On what charge? m*rder? Manslaughter?

It's not m*rder.

If I had my way, it'd be m*rder by ignorance.

You're right. Let's start with Actual Bodily Harm.

-Where is he now? -He said he was coming here.

Let's bring him in.

He must have taken something.

His pulse is very slow.

He's been looking at foxgloves.

"Used in treating heart conditions, but an overdose can be fatal."

-We need to get him to hospital fast. -I'll call an ambulance.

Anything we can do while we wait?

Atropine should help regulate his heartbeat.

Help me get him in the recovery position in case he vomits.

Come in.

It appears Beecham's death was caused by a herbal remedy

that had not been correctly prepared.

YOUNGER: Right, sergeant.

So the pills you gave him were not to blame.

-So does that mean I'm in the clear? -No, it does not.

DS Dawson has still to complete the report into this sorry business,

which is bound to reflect badly on you, a black mark on your record.

A man d*ed while he was in your care. Don't let it happen again.

No, sergeant.

And try to learn something from this.

I think you let your emotion cloud your judgement.

Did you have to arrest the man in the first place?

[span]Not really, sergeant. [/span]

Then try to exercise better judgment in future.

Off you go.

Am I back on duty?

-Yes. -Thank you, sergeant.

Do you think he's going to make it?

His pulse is steady, so I think he's got a reasonable chance.

What will happen to him, if he does?

He'll still be charged. He did cause a man's death.

What a waste of ambition.

He was desperate to work in medicine.

It's a shame he didn't set his sights a little lower.

-I'd better go. -Are you going to take that with you?

-Yeah. -Good. It seems pretty dangerous.

It's not quite that simple. I suppose nothing ever is.

How do you mean?

Well, take Mrs Sneddon, for example.

We were treating her. She was still suffering.

She started seeing Stephen, and the results were remarkable.

I have to admit, some of it clearly works.

Seen the paper?

Franklin Englemann is off to Whitby.

Well!

Of all the rank ingratitude!

He was never going to come here?

Apparently not. Looks like we've been had.

You little liar!

You told me you were looking for places for your programme.

I was.

-He's going to Whitby! -That's right.

That's where I've been researching.

This was meant to be a rest after all the work I've done.

-We all thought he were coming here. -I never said that.

Now, can I have my keys, please?

If I'm not back tomorrow, they'll come looking for me.

I won't take no for an answer after what's happened.

Here you are.

OSCAR: What do you mean, "What's happened"?

You're all in it.

I don't know what your plan was, but I'm not staying a minute longer.

You stole my car.

You and your nymphomaniac assistant!

Nymphomaniac?

-What did you do? -I did nothing at all.

She virtually kidnapped me

and tried to throw me down an abandoned mine!

You were trying to poison me.

You've been masterminding the whole thing!

-Me? -"Putty in your hands", you said.

Well, that's it. I'm free of you all.

I never liked that programme, anyway.

Do you get the feeling we're missing something here?