18x22 - The Open Door

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Itchycoo Park' by The Small Faces

♪ On the bridge of sighs

♪ To rest my eyes on shades of green

♪ Under dreaming spires

♪ To Itchycoo Park that's where I've been

♪ What did you do there?

♪ I got high

♪ What did you feel there?

♪ Well, I cried

♪ But why the tears there...♪

Got a problem?

- We'll take it from here, pal. - Will you, hell!

♪ Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows

♪ Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together

♪ Brighter than a lucky penny

♪ When you're near the rain clouds disappear, dear

♪ And I feel so fine

♪ Just to know that you are mine

♪ My life is sunshine...♪

All done, lovey?

Yeah. I'm just tidying up a bit.

Come on, then. We haven't got all day.

Oh, Mrs Grant wants to have a word with us.

- What about? - I don't know.

Have you not got a tongue in your head?

You wanted to see us, Mrs Grant.

Yes. I'm going to be away for three weeks, visiting friends,

and I wondered if you could keep an eye on the place?

What precisely did you have in mind?

Putting the heating on if there's a cold snap.

And for security, just making the place look lived in.

Well, I think we can manage that, can't we, David?

Well, that sounds easy enough.

Shall we say ten shillings a day?

- Sounds very reasonable, Mrs Grant. - Then I'd better show you around.

I'll follow you in.

What do you think? Hit and run?

Could be. He's got a possible fractured skull,

but it looks to me as if he was hit more than once.

- Any idea who he is? - He has no papers on him.

And there's no evidence here. No tyre tracks or anything.

I'd better follow them into hospital.

Sure. I'll head in and report it.

Have you still got the builders in, Alf?

Erm, no. That's the problem. When I was away, they did a bunk.

Oh. You have time to track them down now Miller is away.

So, where are you stopping? Are you back at the Aidensfield Arms?

Not since he became a Premium Bonds winner.

I expect it's the best hotel in Ashfordly for you.

Something along those lines.

I hope you're not here to spoil my evening, Joe. Look at the time.

I've got an unidentified man, found by the roadside.

He could have been hit by a car, but more likely he was assaulted.

- Where is he now? - In hospital, unconscious.

Someone needs to sit with him till he comes round.

We need to know who he is, and what happened.

Miss Haversham is now an heiress

and you may suppose was looked after as a great match.

Her half brother had now ample means again

but what with debts and what with new madness

wasted them most fearfully again.

Come on, Mum. Bedtime.

I'm awake, me.

Of course you are, but it's getting late.

You go on up, I'll wash up.

You're a good lad, Steve.

Here, can you get me some shopping tomorrow?

Can do. The usual stuff?

Aye, the usual.

Don't worry. Pay me tomorrow.

No, you'll be out of pocket else.

- Here, take it. - That's far too much.

Then go down the pub and have a drink for me.

All right. Thanks.

You'll switch everything off down here?

And lock up. Don't worry. Night, Mum.

Night, love.

It's not my birthday, Bernie.

It's not for you.

Dawn spotted it out the back of the garage and got me to clean it up.

Dawn!

Oh. thanks, Bernie. It's fab!

- I didn't know you could sew. - I did needlework in school.

I've got so many ideas. I'm just going to take it to my room.

I'm not sure I like the sound of this.

Oh, it's nice for her to have a hobby.

Evening, you two.

- The usual? - Please, Gina.

Listen, I've got this little business idea

that you could help me out with.

Oh, no.

Don't be like that, Bernie.

Go on.

Well, I thought,

if I could get folk to order meals in the evenings

I could deliver them and you could cook them

and it would be like, well, going out for dinner

but not having all the trouble of going out.

Sounds like Meals on Wheels.

Yeah. Yeah, well, that's what it is, sort of.

Only with good stuff.

Because you can cook proper gourmet things.

What's in it for me, then?

Half my profit of course.

Well, if you can find any takers, I'll give it a try.

VENTILATOR BEEPS

FLATLINING MONITOR

Help!

- Good morning. - Not for me, it isn't.

Why? What's wrong?

Bike trouble. Geoff is on his way over to give me a lift.

(PHONE RINGS)

Aidensfield Police.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Did you not hear anything in the night?

I'll be round as soon as I can.

Let's go, Geoff.

Have we not got time for a cup of tea?

Sergeant Miller is away, don't forget.

We haven't. There's been a burglary, Madeira Avenue.

- They left the back door open. - Not another one.

Sounds like it.

How did you get on at the hospital with our mystery man?

No luck. He had a heart att*ck while I was there.

He's still on the ventilator, so I came away.

We'll stop off at the burglary on the way there.

- See you, Carol. - Bye!

SNORING

SNORING

Mr Ventress.

Sergeant Nokes.

Oh! Erm, my alarm must have stopped.

What are you doing here?

Erm, I was working late last night.

Explanation accepted.

Although you seem to have been exceptionally well prepared.

This is a police station, not a hotel.

Excuse me, Nurse.

- Hello. - Hello. I'm Alice Howarth.

Edna's daughter. Edna from number Moor Cottages.

I was wondering if you could call round some time.

I can do. Is there a problem?

I'm not sure she's safe to be living on her own any more.

She's always been so independent.

- I know. - But she's getting on.

I do the best I can. I get over most days.

But I live in Elsinby.

It's the evenings I worry about. I work late, you see.

What exactly is it that you are concerned about, Mrs Howarth?

I think she might be going a bit, well, senile.

Blimey, Alf, you're in early.

I should look sharp, if I were you.

- What for? - I believe it is normal practice

to have morning parade before the start of shift.

I am Sergeant Nokes, and I expect high standards.

Boots shined, whistles polished.

Yes, Sarge.

- You are? - PC Wetherby.

Where is everybody else?

PC Mason has got a problem with his motorbike,

so PC Younger is giving him a lift.

PC Younger. My, how you've grown since I saw you last.

Hello, Sergeant.

And PC Mason, I presume.

I was just talking to your colleague of the importance of time-keeping.

Sorry, Sergeant, but we had a burglary overnight

and we had to stop off at the hospital on the way in.

There was a burglary at the hospital?

No, the burglary was in Aidensfield.

We've got an unidentified man in intensive care.

His condition deteriorated overnight. We think that he was assaulted.

I see. Tell me about the burglary.

They'd left the back door unlocked.

- Not another one? - Someone care to explain?

We had a series of burglaries a while back, all in the evening,

and all where people had gone out without locking up.

Then they stopped, so we thought the burglar had left the area.

But this one was last night. People were asleep in the house at the time.

Then you'd better get the files out.

Younger, bring them to me in my office and we'll go through them.

You two, there's been a complaint

about a van blocking a warehouse entrance in Back Lane.

Look into it. And find out who that man in the hospital is.

Blimey, what does she have for breakfast?

You, if you're not careful. Like I said, look sharp.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

We do make house calls, you know.

Just to keep up to date with everyone.

- How have you been lately? - Fit as a flea, me.

Bit of a cold, that's all.

I don't see you out and about as much as I used to.

Well, we're none of us getting any younger.

One day you'll be pleased to put your feet up by the fire.

COUGHS

How long have you had this cold?

A couple of days now.

Alice asked you to call round, didn't she?

Well, she's worried about you.

She's no need to be. I manage fine.

How about in the evenings, getting yourself off to bed and everything?

My son calls in most nights.

- Your son? - Mm-hmm.

He looks after me too, you know.

Oh, him and Alice never got on,

fought like cat and dog even as children.

I see.

He did very well for himself.

- Went to Oxford University. - Did he?

But now he's back in the area,

he's quite happy to look in on his old mum.

I'm very lucky. Really.

The engine is stone cold. Must have been here for a while.

Probably overnight, then. And it's empty.

"Hardcastle, Queen Street."

We'd better ask them what it's doing here.

Hello, I've seen your advert.

Discreet guest house for gentlefolk.

Well, as soon as possible, really.

Right, the name is Banks.

I'll see you later. Goodbye.

Who's Banks?

Just a friend.

Sergeant Nokes hasn't lost her touch, has she?

You can say that again, Geoff.

How do you mean?

Man-eating.

Phil Bellamy use to get very nervous when she was around.

He used to keep his hand on his ha'penny.

I'll tell you what.

She's taken a shine to you.

You what? Me?

Alf,

your desk is on fire.

CHOPPING

What'll it be, gents? Pork chops are very cheap at the moment.

Mr Hardcastle?

- That's me. - It's about your lorry.

Have you found it?

- Has it been reported stolen? - No, but it ain't here.

Norman took a load over to Strensford yesterday.

He should have left it back in t'yard last night.

And he's late this morning.

It's blocking an entrance on Back Lane.

- Is that where Norman lives? - No, he's from Eltering.

Hang on. What does Norman look like?

Big, bald. Why?

We've got an unidentified man in hospital.

He was found by the road that crosses the moor above Aidensfield.

Would Norman have gone that way to Strensford?

Aye, he normally goes that road.

Then it looks like the load was stolen. The truck's empty now.

Oh, no.

We had a problem with one of the freezers.

He was taking it to the incinerator. That meat has been condemned.

So to sum up, we have a large quantity of meat,

some of which could be infected,

that may be about to enter the local food chain.

What did the hospital say the medical risks are, Mason?

Campylobacter, E.coli, Staphylococcus,

or even typhoid, Sarge.

They'll call us immediately if they have any patients presenting

with likely symptoms.

Right. Have we got any information from the stolen lorry?

Scenes-of-crime are recovering it at the moment.

While we wait for them, I'll ask the Medical Officer of Health

if we should be making a public announcement.

Local doctors will have to be informed as well.

Meanwhile I want all of you out there contacting every butcher,

restaurant, hotel in the area, telling them to call us

if they get offers of meat from unexpected sources.

Not you, Younger.

It's, erm, been a while since I was in this area.

I want you to drive me.

Right, Sergeant.

Oh, no, no. Definitely not.

I'm sorry but it's out of the question.

They're just what you need to brighten up the garage.

The garage doesn't need brightening up.

You said it's good for her to have a hobby.

A hobby is something you do for yourself,

not inflict on other people.

Why? What's wrong with them?

Well, they'll give me a headache. Orange does that.

Come on, love, we'll hang them somewhere else.

Hey, how about in here?

Well, I was thinking more of your room.

Mrs Howarth!

Oh! I gather you've been to see her already.

- I have. - And what do you think?

Well, I have to say mentally she seems very alert to me.

Obviously, she is frail and needs support

but your brother is helping out in the evenings too.

- Oh, she told you that too, did she? - Yes, she did.

I understand you two don't get along,

but under the circumstances...

Now do you see why I think she's going senile?

My brother committed su1c1de years ago.

Can we stop by the pawn shop?

What for?

Just got some things to offload.

You been doing stuff on the side again?

I thought we had an agreement.

If you're working with me, you're working with me.

You do not do anything... anything...

that brings you to the attention of the coppers. You got that?

Sure.

DOORBELL

Alf Ventress!

- Peggy Armstrong! - What are you doing here?

Well, I was about to ask you that.

I'm expecting someone.

Mr Banks?

How do you know?

When I made the booking I was being discreet.

You're Mr Banks?

Yes.

Well, you'd better come in, then.

What exactly is going on here, Peggy?

Well, I'm looking after this place, for a friend.

Only she doesn't want it to be widely known

that she takes in paying guests.

That's why it said discreet in the advert.

Well, I didn't even knew it was here.

Well, there you go, then. It obviously works.

Look, as you're here,

and as I know you'll keep her secret,

why don't we say mates rates for you?

I'm not sure.

What's wrong?

- Are you sure it's above board? - Of course it is.

Perhaps I better go and look for somewhere else?

What? At this short notice?

Look, I think we can also throw in

free drinks on the house, if you like.

Really?

And how would you like your steak cooked for your tea,

so that I can warn chef?

You have a chef as well?

We certainly have. Gordon Blue.

- Medium rare. - I'll show you to your room.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Aidensfield Arms.

Hiya, Peg. What, you've got a customer already?

Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.

Yeah, OK. Ta-ra.

Can you do three pints of bitter for that table over there, Oscar?

- Do what? - I've got cooking to do for Peggy.

- Gina, we're rushed off our feet. - Go on, you'll manage.

Where's Dawn got to?

She's probably upstairs sewing something.

I've told her to come down and help.

I gather we have you to thank for this craze.

It was only a sewing machine. I thought what harm could come of it?

When she said her brother was dead, I felt such a fool.

And the old lady seemed perfectly normal?

Bright as a button. So what happens now?

Maybe the daughter's right. Maybe Edna shouldn't be living on her own.

I'm here, Mum!

Hello?

What's wrong?!

I've been ever so ill, love.

I'm here now.

I think I'm dying.

I won't let you die.

Let's get you up to bed.

Then we need to get someone to have a look at you.

And about time too.

Don't fuss, Oscar. You'll be pleased when you see what I'm doing.

But it's a bit complicated though.

You're not using that in here

when there's a queue of customers in the snug.

I can do both at the same time. Just watch me.

PHONE RINGS Hello, Aidensfield Arms.

I may as well talk to myself.

Yes, she's here. Would you like a word with her?

Oh, right, OK.

Excuse me, Carol, someone just phoned for you.

They said can you go round and see Edna Dean, it's urgent.

- She's very poorly. - Edna Dean?

That's the old lady I was telling you about. I'd better go round.

I'll come with you.

Am I the only one here?

For tonight you are.

The other guests are arriving tomorrow.

Now then.

What would you like for your "horse's doofers?"

What have you got?

Well we can offer egg mayonnaise

or fruit juice. - Erm, fruit juice.

And would you like orange juice or tomato juice?

- Tomato juice. - Right.

Edna?

GROANS

I don't feel right comfortable like this.

Nonsense, lovey, you look very smart.

Now, come on, take this through to our guest.

- It's Mr Ventress! - I know it's Mr Ventress.

Go back in there and take him his tea.

Go on.

Stupid thing!

Oh, that's very nice, David.

And a glass of red wine.

Red wine. On the house.

Oh, right.

He wants a glass of red wine.

Well, give him one, then.

He says it should be on the house. Why should he get free drinks?

We want him on our side, don't we?

We don't want him gossiping down the pub or at the police station.

Go fetch him one up from the cellar.

- Hang on. Isn't that stealing? - Well, we'll replace it.

Oh, and pick one with a short name.

They're usually cheaper.

None of the neighbours made the call and they haven't seen any visitors.

- So who called the pub? - Exactly.

There's a box of shopping on the side.

INHALES

Mmm. What's this, then?

It's the shortest name in the cellar, I'm afraid. Sorry.

Petrus? Oh, it'll do.

Oh, David?

Go down to the cellar and fetch another one up for later.

Good.

And on time as well.

Now, any reports of meat being offered for sale

from unusual sources?

None so far.

They could be selling it door to door.

Wouldn't that attract people's suspicions?

They have a large quantity to sell,

and it only takes one person to start asking questions.

Or they could have taken it out of the area.

Ashfordly Police Station.

I'll talk to the authorities.

We may need to widen the alert beyond the county.

We need progress on this.

There's a significant health hazard out there, and we've got to find it.

Sarge, that was the hospital.

The lorry driver is off the ventilator

and he's regained consciousness.

Excellent. Mason, see what he can tell us.

Right, Sergeant.

Did you, erm,

did you have a more comfortable night at home, Mr Ventress?

Oh, yes. Thank you, Sarge.

Good. Good.

There were two of them. I couldn't see their faces.

There was one big lad. The other a bit slighter.

What were they driving?

A van. Grey.

Can you remember the make?

Maybe a Ford. I'm not sure.

Did they say anything?

Not much. One of them said, "We'll take it now," or something.

- Then it all kicked off. - And did he sound local?

It's hard to tell from so little, but I'd say yes.

Not been much help, have I, Constable?

We had so little to go on. You've been very helpful.

And it's good to see you're making a recovery. We were worried.

If you do remember anything else,

just get the hospital to give us a call.

Will do.

I was going to ring you.

Edna Dean has been diagnosed with salmonella poisoning.

They're trying to rehydrate her, but she's in a very bad way.

It's vital that we find out what she ate and where she got it from

before we end up with an outbreak on our hands.

She's not up to answering questions yet.

But she did have a visitor this morning,

a young man claiming to be her son.

I'll be wanting dinner for three tonight, Gina.

Hang on. You haven't paid me for the steak last night yet.

Well, I haven't got my money yet.

What? You delivered a meal to someone and they didn't pay you?

It'll be at the weekend, when they check out.

I mean, when they give me a cheque.

I'm not sure I like the sound of this.

No, neither do I.

Well, if my brilliant little business idea

is too much trouble for you, I can go elsewhere.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Let's call it off and you can pay me for the steak later.

No. Now, Gina, don't let's be hasty.

I've made my mind up, Peg. Life's complicated enough already.

- What are you making, Dawn? - Oh, it's a surprise.

You'll see when I'm finished.

Mrs Dean has a regular visitor who she claims is her son?

But he isn't, because her son is dead.

So we've got a confused old woman

and this man is possibly preying on her.

And we have no idea who this man is?

We don't, but he obviously cares about her

because he called the nurse when she fell ill.

And he's been to the hospital this morning to visit her.

Mmm. He wants to avoid coming to our attention, obviously,

because he has something to hide.

So where does the food poisoning fit in?

Edna fell ill some time yesterday afternoon.

She acquired the infection to hours earlier.

If it was from the meat, it must have been very soon after it was stolen.

See if Mrs Dean is in any state to give us any answers yet.

Get scenes-of-crime round to her house. We have to find this man.

Yes, Sergeant.

PHONE RINGS David.

David!

Hello?

Yeah, that's right.

David, do you know, that wine you gave Alf Ventress.

It's going to cost us £ a bottle to replace it.

£! You said the ones with the short names were the cheapest!

Yeah, well, don't give him any more. And check with me first.

Who is that? Is that another booking?

Oh! It's some bloke wants to know

if we're interested in cut-price meat supplies.

You bet we are, with Gina not co-operating.

Hello.

Mrs Dean, I need to ask you some questions.

Can you hear me?

Someone's been coming to see you, in the evenings.

You told Carol here?

What's his name?

Mrs Dean, who is he?

My son.

Your son's dead. He d*ed a long time ago.

I know that.

So who has been visiting you?

Mrs Dean, it's important you tell us about him.

He's not a bad lad.

But who is he?

How come it's so cheap?

Well, we buy direct from the abattoir.

It means we can cut out the middlemen.

Plus there's no expensive shops to pay for.

- And it's all good quality stuff? - The best prime cuts.

All right. I'll have a dozen of them chops

and two pounds of stewing steak.

Hang on, hang on. Make that three pounds.

Stevie, bring the scales round, lad.

Three pound.

What do you think about this case, PC Younger?

Me?

Well, I can see how it might have developed, I suppose.

How what might have developed?

A friendship. Between a young man and an older woman.

It might have been good for them both.

You think so, do you?

Under certain circumstances.

Possibly.

Good.

Good.

I like to keep a tidy Panda car.

I was furious to start with.

I thought, how could somebody do this

to an old lady? - I don't know.

To go into her house like that and pretend?

Taking advantage of her.

But thinking about it, she'd seemed different lately.

- How do you mean? - More cheerful somehow.

Like... I don't know.

As though she had more to look forward to.

She's not going to pull through this, is she?

It's too early to say.

Ah, PC Mason. Any information from Mrs Dean?

Beyond an acknowledgement that she's had a regular visitor, no.

She's just too weak to question at the moment.

Maybe in a day or so, if she pulls through.

We haven't got time.

If that avenue of enquiry is closed, we need to find another.

- It's not entirely closed. - How do you mean?

Well, this man visited Edna this morning. He may come back.

Good point.

Younger, take me over to the hospital.

We'll warn them not to release any information,

and make arrangements in case he returns.

(PHONE RINGS) Right, Sergeant.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Hold on. Joe, Scenes-of-crime for you.

PC Mason.

Ah, that's great, thanks.

A set of fingerprints they've found at Edna Dean's house

matches prints they lifted at one of the unlocked door cases.

So our mystery man is not only involved with stolen meat,

but turned out to be a burglar as well.

Which could explain how he met Edna in the first place.

They're all there very impatient for their dinner in there.

This isn't quite ready yet. Have you given them their starters?

No. I don't know what they want.

I can't do everything myself, David, can I?

Ask them! Egg mayonnaise or fruit juice, remember?

Right.

Here you go.

I wonder if Edna believed this man was really her son.

It's hard to say. She could well be deluded.

But then she admitted that she knew her son was dead.

There probably are times when she's not quite sure herself.

One of the advantages of senility, you can keep people guessing?

If she was lonely, she might just be glad of the company.

And what delights has the chef prepared for us tonight, David?

It's beef borgy...

Borg...

It's hotpot.

Sorry it's taken so long.

It's just that Aunt Peggy has fallen out with Gina,

so she's had to cook it herself.

With that red wine that you drank last night being so expensive,

we have had to buy the meat when it was cheap.

And that was only this afternoon.

Where do you get your meat from, David?

Oh, we buy it off two blokes out of the back of a van.

You don't get it from a butcher's, then?

Oh, no. No, you see,

they can sell it extra cheap because they don't have to pay for the shop.

Don't eat that! David, I need to make a phone call.

Senile or not, I don't see why

she'd take a complete stranger for her son.

He wouldn't look anything like him for a start.

- Maybe he does? - Really?

Maybe that's what triggered the confusion.

It would explain a lot.

So the photograph on Edna's mantelpiece might be a dead ringer

for the man we're looking for?

It might look a bit like him, yeah. PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Yes, Alf?

You've found what?

I'm telling you we bought that meat in good faith!

We had no idea there was anything untoward going on!

I find that hard to believe.

How did you get in touch with these people?

I didn't! They phoned me up. Isn't that right, David?

Yeah. I mean, I answered the phone.

So two complete strangers rang you up,

and you didn't think that this strange?

I suppose they must have got the number out of The Gazette.

From the advert.

Weren't you puzzled that they were able to supply meat so cheaply?

Well, I thought they gave a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Gina, is there any chance of some supper?

I should think so.

Well, my fellow guests and I, we've been badly let down.

- Who by? - Peggy Armstrong.

She's been arrested for handling stolen goods.

And about time too. What sort of stolen goods?

Mainly our supper. Three pounds of stewing steak and some lamb chops.

The crafty old devil! So you're her Meals on Wheels customers?

I don't know anything about Meals on Wheels.

We're stopping at the boarding house that she's been looking after.

What boarding house?

She told me she was delivering hot meals to people.

I cooked a steak for her last night.

Aye, I ate it. Very good it was too.

- Where is this boarding house? - Larch Tree House.

I didn't know that was a boarding house.

It isn't. It's Mrs Grant's house.

Since you appear not to have committed any offence,

you are free to go.

- Can we have a lift home? - Don't push your luck, Peggy.

Otherwise we'll take a closer look at what you're up to.

Come on, David.

Why wasn't Mrs Armstrong warned about the meat?

Well, she's not on any of the normal accommodation lists.

So we're no closer to finding these men.

The longer we wait, the more likely it is

that something is going to turn up somewhere.

It turns on Mrs Dean's visitor.

I've got an idea how we might try setting a trap for him.

Thanks, gents.

I've drawn all the curtains, nobody should be able to see in.

- Great. - Anything else you want me to do?

No, that's it. Just cross your fingers that this works.

Good luck.

Well, I did wonder of course.

But she assured me it was all above board.

Yeah, and by the sound of it, extremely comfortable.

Oh, it was. But we can't go back, under the circumstances.

It's a bit late now to go looking for accommodation.

Oh, that's true.

But we can't go relying on Peggy Armstrong.

Not under the circumstances.

Well, I'll have a word with Gina.

I'm sure you can all stay here for one night.

Oh, thank you, Oscar.

And under the circumstances, Peggy Armstrong can pay for it.

Mum?

Hello?

- What's going on? - I could ask you the same.

Do you have a right to be in this house?

Yes, I'm a friend of Edna's.

Your name?

Look, I don't want any hassle.

- I'm just here to see her. - And I'm just here to see you.

What? I don't understand. I thought...

We hear that Edna Dean is being visited

by a man claiming to be her son. I take it that's you?

I just help her out. I'm a friend, like I said.

This visitor's fingerprints

just happen to match those found at a number of recent burglaries.

You're coming with me to the station. It's time we got some answers.

You were a Barnado's boy. You never had a mum.

Being with her... is nice(!)

It's the truth. We're friends.

Friends? You conned her into thinking you were her dead son.

I just went along with it.

It seemed to make her happy.

I never took anything from her.

I helped her out, did her shopping and that.

So you would have done her shopping the day before yesterday?

I can't remember. Possibly.

Think back. What did you get for her?

What did she have for her evening meal?

She had a lamb chop.

- Where did you get it from? - I don't know. The butchers.

- Which butcher? - I can't remember.

Mr Harrison, it's very important that you co-operate with us.

The meat you fed your "friend" was infected with salmonella.

- Edna was poisoned. - Oh, no.

Do you know anything about a robbery that afternoon,

carried out on a refrigerated lorry full of meat?

- No. No, of course not. - Think carefully, Mr Harrison.

That meat was infected and was on its way to be destroyed.

The lorry was heading for the incinerator.

I didn't know.

I would never have given it to her if I'd known.

Well, that may well be. But if Edna dies, then you will be responsible.

Where is that meat now?

I don't know.

I don't know where Terry keeps the van.

But I know where he's taking it tomorrow morning.

- Morning. - Morning.

- Who's this? - A friend. And a customer.

I hear you've got some meat for sale.

- Oh, aye. - Can I see it?

- Where's it from? - The wholesalers.

- Which one? - Erm, why do you want to know?

Just curious. Which one?

The one here in Whitby.

You don't know the name? That's odd.

But the meat's OK, is it? Of course it is!

- Who is this? - It's bloody infected.

- And you put my friend in hospital! - Police, you're under arrest.

Right, that's enough!

Take him back to the station. Good work, everybody.

Nice driving, PC Younger.

What are you doing here?

I've brought you my bill.

- What for? - Bed and breakfast for three people.

Your guests didn't fancy coming back here last night.

I thought it was a bit quiet.

It had better remain quiet.

Because if you don't stop doing what you're doing,

Mrs Grant will hear all about it.

Mrs Grant asked us to make the place look lived in.

Well, maybe she did,

but I'm sure she didn't ask you to turn the place into a hotel.

I'll be down the pub. Bring the money.

You what...

- How are you feeling, Mum? - Oh, much better, love.

We were worried about you.

I was worried about me!

The thing is, Mum, I've got to go away for a bit.

Oh, that's a shame.

Where are you going? Back down south?

Something like that, yeah.

Is it for work?

You could say.

Will you write to me, tell me what you're doing?

I will, Mum, I promise.

I shall miss you, you know.

I'll miss you too.

- What will happen to them? - They'll both be going to prison.

Grievous bodily harm, robbery and numerous burglaries.

And nearly causing an epidemic of food poisoning.

We can't charge them with that, but you're right,

things could have been a lot worse.

I can't help feeling sorry for Edna, losing her friend.

Her friend that nearly k*lled her.

Maybe you could stay here a bit longer, Alf.

Oh, no need, Oscar. The builders have just about finished.

Oh. And when is Mrs Ventress coming back?

Tomorrow. It should be all done.

Ta-da! What do you think, Oscar?

Well, I'm not sure. What are they?

Well, they're gonks. I've been making them.

Put them behind the bar and sell them to tourists.

They're very nice, Dawn.

But I'm not sure tourists really want to buy soft toys in a bar.

Maybe you could go into business with Peggy

and sell them somewhere else?

Oh! Talk of the devil.

Here come the squatters.

So where are you going to take over next, then?

It beats me how you thought you'd get away with it.

We'd have been all right if folk had left us alone.

Well, I hear the Queen doesn't use Sandringham until Christmas.

So why don't you try there next?

MUSIC: 'Going Up The Country' by Canned Heat

♪ I'm going to go some place where I've never been before...♪