08x01 - Snake In The Grass

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

# Riddle dee pat and sing to me love's story

# And bring to me love's glory

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why do you skip when my baby kisses me?

WOMAN SHRIEKS

# Riddle dee pat and sing to me love's story...

Gina!

# Bring to me love's glory

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me? #

- I'm sorry, Mr Riles. - £ .

- It has to be £ . - Take it or leave it.

Look, it's had a new engine. It's virtually a new car.

Leave it, then.

I can't drop the price. I'm selling for a friend.

Aye, and I know who that friend is.

Oh, come on, Mr Scripps.

quid cash and I'll take it off your hands.

I'll take it as done, then.

G-Gina?

Gina, what shall I do with all the bean sticks out of garden?

I'll come out in a sec.

Yeah, all right. Shall I just rip 'em out, then, or what?

Look, David. I'm tired. I've been driving all day.

Can we talk about it in a minute, please?

Yeah, all right. Sorry.

PHONE RINGS

SIGHS

Hello?

Hi, Aunty Mary.

Yeah, and I've just this minute walked through the door.

SIGHS

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Mr Harris! Mr Harris!

Mr Harris!

- There you go, Phil. - Poor old George, eh?

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

How did his sister take it?

- She must've been pretty cut up. - Yeah, she was.

I've invited her to come and stay for a bit if she likes.

MIKE: Yeah? That'll be nice.

She seemed to think...

- quid? - Cash.

And you let him drive off without paying?

He's coming up with it tomorrow.

Yeah, and there are fairies at the bottom of my garden.

- Laslo Riles is a crook. - No, he's not.

Oh, yes, he is, and you want your head examining.

Ah, Gina. How did the funeral go, love?

- OK. - Give me a Scotch, will you?

Nothing for Bernie, though,

cos he's driving to Ashfordly to collect a debt.

- What? - Night.

Night, Maggie.

Night.

- Night, Maggie. - MAGGIE: Night.

Bit long in the tooth

to be playing doctors and nurses, aren't they?

CHUCKLES

MUSIC: 'Twist And Shout' by The Beatles

You're not gonna like this.

Don't tell me he's not there cos he's always there.

- He's done a flit. - A what?

And he's not left a forwarding address.

- Ash. - Sarge?

On your collar.

Oh, Sarge!

Boots.

- Sorry, Sarge. - Good.

Right, you, reports and crime sheets,

you, Aidensfield to see Mr Stuart Parsons.

Complaint about his neighbour, a Mr Clive Harris.

- Several complaints, actually. - Right, Sarge.

And you, Ashfordly Market, deal with the rubbish dispute.

Yes, Sarge.

GREENGRASS: I've come to report a stolen motor.

Oh, and, Ventress, while you're out,

pick up Mrs Craddock's dry cleaning, would you?

Excuse me, can I have some service?

And before you go, deal with Mr Greengrass.

Yes, Sarge.

Not before time.

Well, well, well, Mr Riles. I was told you'd done a flit.

Wherever did you get that idea from?

Never mind.

- What's this I hear about a car? - Eh?

A second-hand Triumph Herald bought but not paid for.

What? Buying a car's the last thing I'm gonna do.

I've gone bust.

- We've tried to reason with him. - But you can't. The man's an idiot.

We didn't want to involve the police but this time, he has gone too far.

The lane used to be so peaceful.

And the bonfire's sheer bloody-mindedness.

He knows that I get asthma.

MIKE: Harris?

Harris?

HARRIS: I've tried, Mr Bradley. For two years, I've done my best.

Lighting bonfires at o'clock at night

isn't exactly what I'd call trying, Mr Harris.

They're townies. They've no idea.

Well, yes, maybe, but, er...

And especially him.

Nice as pie when I sold the house to him but that didn't last long.

So there have been complaints from the very beginning?

Tell him, Elsie.

The cockerels crowing, the dung heap, the cows mooing,

the lambs bleating... you name it, he's complained.

MIKE: Well, I suppo... No, thank you very much.

I suppose country life can take some getting used to.

Then he shouldn't be living in it, should he?!

Clive!

Look, I think what he's chiefly complaining about

is the scrap metal business.

It's how I earn me living. The farm doesn't pay its way.

Why do you think I had to sell him the house that I was born in?

I've got to look to other ways to make ourselves an income.

But have you explained this to him?

He wouldn't listen.

When was the last time you tried?

They haven't spoken for months.

I'm supposed to be a policeman, not a lady's maid.

Well, you better get back on the beat, then.

She's just phoned through with a shopping list.

- Where are the car keys? - What for?

Urgent business in Aidensfield.

Yeah, I've been in some difficult situations in the Met

but, to be honest, I'm a bit out of my depth on this one.

Well, town, country,

quarrels between neighbours are the same all over.

Exactly. I know we've gotta get both sides talking.

From what I've heard, they won't.

You know what I need?

A mediator, someone who can sit in the middle

and force them to talk.

- Any ideas? - Ah.

I'll have a think about that.

Well, that's very kind, Mr Blaketon. I appreciate it.

Gone bust?

Well, the receiver was there making a list.

Riles was large as life.

I thought you said he'd done a flit.

Well, obviously he hasn't.

Well, what's happening now? Is the club closing down, or what?

- Well, tonight's the last night. - Is it?

You'd better get your glad rags on, then, Bernie.

I'll be taking you to where somebody will be taking theirs off.

OSCAR: Quarrels between neighbours can be very upsetting

for those concerned,

so if we can somehow break the deadlock

and reach an amicable solution,

I'm sure all of you will feel a lot happier. Agreed?

Right then. Three things. One, there must be dialogue,

two, there must be compromise and, three...

Now, all of us here, and I include myself in this,

we're all incomers to Aidensfield,

whereas Mr Harris and his family have lived here for generations...

That's half the problem. The man's totally inbred.

So I think we should try and show them some respect,

some humility, Mr Parsons.

If they're coming into my house,

I shall treat them as guests, never mind what you think.

- You're never feeding 'em? - Oh, it's only a few cakes.

Elsie, these people are trying to turn the village against us.

I'm not gonna stand by and let it happen.

I'm going upstairs to wash and change

and if you've got any pride in yourself, you'd do the same.

MUSIC: 'Wild Thing' by The Troggs

# Wild thing

# You make my heart sing

# You make everything groovy...

We're here to see Mr Riles on business

and don't tell me he's not in because I know better.

# Wild thing, I think I love you

# But I wanna know for sure

# Come on and hold me tight

# I love you...

Nice to see you, Bernie.

"Nice to see you, Bernie"?

Never seen her before in my life.

Yeah, and pigs might! Come on.

David. You're not ready for that yet. Come on.

# You make everything groovy... #

Now, we can't have this sort of nonsense going on,

not in a friendly village like Aidensfield.

Aye, it were friendly once, before that lot moved down,

telling folk what they can and cannot do.

All right, Mr Harris, you can have your say in a minute.

Now, if you could all just sit down.

Good. Right, now, Mr Parsons, who's your spokesman?

Well, I am.

Right, well, perhaps you would like to outline the problem

from your point of view.

- Certainly. - Might I have a glass of water?

PHIL: So old Blaketon's up there now?

- Yep. - Still a copper at heart.

Can't wait to get involved.

Still, if anybody can sort it out, it's Oscar.

And there's nowt worse than bad neighbours,

except possibly landladies.

DISHES CLATTER

It's not my tea on the floor, I hope!

Hey! Look at this! Hey?

- What's that? - Oh, nothing.

I prefer 'em dark myself.

She's lovely.

Dark, blonde, ginger, purple with green spots,

I love 'em all.

I would if I ever met any,

which can be a bit of a problem when you live out in the sticks,

as I imagine you find.

Course, Maggie's a bit of all right.

What do you think?

Talk, talk, talk. Now, come on. Get tucked into a bit of this.

What is it?

Well, it's me best mushroom omelette. What do you think it is?

You could've fooled me.

The bailiff's got it? What did I tell you?

What did you buy the thing for when you knew you were skint?

I thought I'd have the money to pay you, Mr Greengrass.

Honest, I did.

Honest? You don't know the meaning of the word.

The fact is you still owe me quid.

I've told you before, I haven't got any money.

Haven't you? Well, we'll have it in goods to the value of, then.

Oh, no, you don't. That stuff belongs to the receivers.

You can't touch it.

Can't I? Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

David, get possessing.

MUSIC: 'Here I Go Again' by The Hollies

PARSONS: Yes, Mr Blaketon, take a good look.

This is what we have to put up with.

OSCAR: All right, Mr Parsons.

PARSONS: The constant traffic, the bonfires,

smell, the banging, the hammering, the three cockerels...

MAN: Four o'clock they start! It's a total disgrace.

And just when we think things can't get any worse, we get this!

- HARRIS: Mr Parsons? - Mm-hm?

If there's so many things you don't like about living here,

why don't you clutter off back to where you come from

and leave me family in peace?

Peace?! You wouldn't know the meaning of the word.

Peace is what we had before your lot came along!

OSCAR: All right, you two, just calm down.

MUSIC: 'Three Steps To Heaven' by Eddie Cochran

# Now there (three steps to heaven) Are three (three steps to heaven)

# Steps to heaven

# Just listen (Three steps to heaven)

# And you will (Three steps to heaven)

# Plainly see

SIGHS

# And as life travels on

# And things do go wrong

# Just follow (Three steps to heaven)

# Steps one (Three steps to heaven)

# Two and three

# Step one, you find a girl to love...

I'm really sorry, Mrs Hill.

One more time, Mr Bellamy...

I'm really sorry.

One more time and I shall have to ask you to leave.

I left me keys in my uniform...

I don't want to hear it. I've heard enough of your excuses.

This time, you've been warned.

MUSIC CONTINUES

# Yeah, that sure (Three steps to heaven)

# Seems like heaven (Three steps to heaven)

# To me

# The formula (Three steps to heaven)

# For heaven's (Three steps to heaven)

# Very simple

# Just follow (Three steps to heaven)

# Steps one (Three steps to heaven)

# Two and three #

- Ah! - What's up? What's the matter?

- What's this doing here? - What's what doing where?

- The snake. - Oh, aye.

GREENGRASS: Where's that come from?

Well, it belongs to Miss Abandon.

GREENGRASS: Miss Abandon?

Yeah, she uses it in one of her acts.

- Miss Abandon? - Yeah, yeah.

Gay Abandon, the stripper at the club.

Gay Abandon?

- You are joking, aren't you? - It's what she calls herself.

You'll have to take it back to her.

We might get a few quid for that.

BERNIE: Who'd buy that?

I dunno. Probably somebody as makes belts.

SNAKE HISSES

feet from my front door.

OK. I'll plant a creeper in front of it. How's that?

Now, that's a positive suggestion.

No, no. That's not good enough. I want that shed taken down.

Never.

In that case, we'll be forced to use direct action.

You touch it, I'll knock your block off.

I've warned you two.

WOMAN EXCLAIMS

PARSONS: You've brought on her asthma!

Mr Harris, call Dr Bolton now.

Her pulse and blood pressure are incredibly low.

- I thought it was asthma. - No, no, doesn't look like it.

She says she feels numb.

Hang on! Stop!

You'd best get inside quick.

It's his angina. He needs help.

Mr Blaketon's phoning now.

I know it's the second time I've called but this is another patient.

Thank you.

We can't have another ambulance for at least minutes.

- What? - What is it?

I don't know. It's not angina.

He's got the same symptoms as Frances.

Can you ring Mike and ask him to come over as quickly as possible?

All right.

DOG BARKS

Alfred, come away. You can't eat that.

Come to think of it, it could be the other way around.

Alfred!

Here.

Got it.

I'll phone the hospital, tell them you're on your way.

- minutes. - Right.

Well, Nurse Bolton doesn't think it's asthma or angina.

What does she think, then?

She's not sure but, whatever it is, they've both got it.

Turn it round, Mike.

- The same symptoms? - Yeah, I think so.

- What is going on? - Is Oscar still at the farm?

- Yeah. - Right. Can you call him urgently?

Right, Bradley. Understood.

Well, I think it's best to leave all this.

What?

Well, Dr Bolton's been onto the Chief Medical Officer.

He wants nothing touched.

I beg your pardon.

He needs to examine the room first thing in the morning.

Examine the room?

Aye. Apparently, it could be some sort of food poisoning.

MACHINE BEEPS

Flour, sugar, our own eggs, our own milk?

I mean, we use them all the time.

There's nowt wrong with any of it. There can't be.

It's come to this, has it? Public Health in me own kitchen?

And you can stop poking and prying. You'll find nowt.

You see, the symptoms

aren't quite the same as normal food poisoning.

You've got numbness, weak pulse, convulsions, that sort of thing,

and added to that,

Mrs Parsons is suffering from paralysis of the limbs.

So what do they think, then?

They're not too sure what caused it

but they're wondering if it couldn't have been deliberate.

That's a bit far-fetched, isn't it?

MIKE: I wouldn't say so, Alf.

That's one hell of a row brewing at Moor Tops Farm.

So this protest meeting is the only connection between the victims?

Yeah, that's right, Sarge.

OK. Perhaps I'd better go and see Mr Harris.

You can come with me, fill me in on the way.

Out on the beat, Constable Ventress.

Let's get some fresh air into those smoke-filled lungs, shall we?

PHIL SIGHS, TUTS

Come on, now, Constable Ventress,

get outside and get some lovely fresh air, there's a good boy.

Morning. Is your husband around?

No, I'm sorry. He's gone out.

Any idea of when he might be back?

I don't know. About half an hour.

Good. Do you mind if we come in?

What's it about?

Just routine enquiries, Mrs Harris. Nothing to worry about.

- Is it about last night? - Among other things.

We've already had the Public Health here.

Look, two people are seriously ill

and whatever happened, happened here

so we'd like to take a couple of details.

No. I'm sorry. No-one's coming in till Clive gets back.

That's all right. We'll wait outside.

Mrs Harris?

Seems like she's more scared of her husband than of us, Sarge.

There's no harm having a look around while we're waiting.

Let's start over here.

- GREENGRASS: No luck? - No.

Take it back in and tell him we'll drop the price.

He says he doesn't want it, not at any price.

All right. Get in. We'll try Whitby.

Any luck?

Put it in the car. We'll get it analysed.

That could be him.

I don't know. He's got a motive, I suppose.

If that stuff's what we think it is, he's got the means.

But why Mrs Parsons and Mr Nixon

when the man he hates is Stuart Parsons?

Maybe he made a mistake, Sarge.

Mr Harris? Sergeant Craddock, Ashfordly Police.

I don't see why it's got owt to do with police.

It may not have, Mr Harris.

Aye, well, go and do something useful. Bother a few motorists.

Sergeant Craddock just needs to be put in the picture. That's all.

It's him next door you wanna see, not us.

It's folk at his ruddy protest who's got sick, not me and Elsie.

OK, Mr Harris.

Coming here, imagining Mr Blaketon's gonna change me mind.

He's on their side like everyone else,

now he's poisoned their mind against us.

Poisoning seems to be in the air, doesn't it, Mr Harris?

Sorry?

Oh, no. If they were poisoned, it were nowt to do with me.

I'll not have that pinned on me. I'll thank you to leave my house.

Clive!

Out.

- Thank you for your help. - Go on. Clear off.

I only wanna sell it. That's all.

Go on. Clear off. Take it away.

David?

Right. Bellamy, what do you think this is?

- Poison, by the look of it. - Exactly.

Found in Clive Harris's barn.

ALF: Oh, it's probably for vermin, Sarge.

Well, I mean, most farmers, they keep poison.

It doesn't mean to say

they go round putting it into cakes, though, does it?

Eggs.

I beg your pardon?

Take these things outside and put them in the dustbin.

Oh, yes.

When you've done that, take this over to the forensics lab

and tell them we need it identified quickly.

- HARRIS: I'll get the iodine. - Right.

- Where's my mole poison? - I don't know.

Yes, you do. Where is it?

The police took it. I couldn't stop them, Clive.

- It's him again, isn't it? - No.

You all right, Clive?

It's not like you to shut yourself away in the snug.

HE SIGHS

Aye, well, I've no option, have I,

since I've become public enemy number one.

They in there, are they, snooping around, following me about?

- You what? - Oh, leave me alone.

Uh-oh. Hey, don't look now.

Harris.

How's he looking?

He's not a happy camper.

Another G&T, please, Gina, and a beef sandwich.

- How's Frances? - No better.

Are they any closer to finding out what caused it?

They still don't know.

Half a bitter, Gina.

MIKE: All right, Bernie? Two for us as well.

What's all this in aid of, then?

A raffle Claude's organising.

- Animal rescue? - What's it in aid of?

Claude Greengrass Preservation Society?

In aid of finding a home for a mystery animal.

Well, knowing Greengrass,

the only mystery is there won't be a prize.

Oh, there's a prize all right.

Oh, right then, well, Phil will have some, won't you, mate?

He's often giving his money to dumb animals.

Mind you, they've normally got a jockey on them.

LAUGHS

Yeah, all right. Erm, I'll have two bob's worth.

MIKE: So what is this mystery prize, then, Claude?

If you buy a ticket and win, you'll find out, won't you?

Gina, give us a large Scotch.

Mr Parsons, has Bernie sold you any raffle tickets?

- No, thank you. - Mr Harris, can we interest you?

I'm surprised you dare show your face, Harris,

considering the problems you've caused.

Well, that's rich after you've gone putting wicked ideas

into folks' minds, trying to incriminate me.

Does anyone have any idea what he's talking about?

My mole poison, in the barn, only now it's gone.

That lot have got it.

I've never been near your barn or your so-called mole poison.

My wife is lying in hospital, in case it's escaped your notice,

and I've been at her bedside all day.

Wouldn't put it past you to have done the thing

so you can pin it on me.

What did you say?

You do anything to get rid of me, even poison your own wife.

SHRIEKING

GINA: Oi! Break it up!

- Come on. - Out!

- Come on. - Go on, both of you!

Come on, now, before we have to take you in!

The worst thing I ever did, selling you that house!

You've made my life a misery!

If you've done anything to Frances, I'll drag you through every court!

You, get over there! That's enough, Mr Harris!

Now, get in the car, drive and don't come back.

Get in the car!

Get in the car.

So, come on, then, what was all that about poisons?

Nuh-uh.

You've found some poison and you think Clive did it?

No, my lips are zipped.

Mine aren't. Another pint, please, Gina.

OK, but I'm gonna call you a taxi.

What?

Well, you're in no fit state to drive.

But it's an extremely good cause.

I don't think so.

It's a mystery. There's only one but it's a good 'un.

Honestly, Bernie will come round to see you. You'll be all right.

Claude, if you're gonna do this draw,

it'll have to be now cos I'm closing.

I've only sold a few tickets, love.

Look, you either do it now or you don't do it at all.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?

We're gonna do the draw for the raffle now.

Gina'll do the honours. There's only one prize, love. Just one.

Right. Come on. What's up?

Have you got one? Come on. And the winner is number .

Ticket .

Come on. Somebody's won it. Who's won it? Come on. .

Hey, come on. Wake up, mate.

? It's me.

Oh, lovely. It would be a flamin' copper that won it, wouldn't it?

Hang on, Phil. Don't... don't forget your prize.

Here we go.

PHIL: What on earth?!

Get the boot open. Come on.

Here. Right.

Hey, hey, hold on, Claude.

Let's have a look at it first, shall we?

- No, you can't. - What do you mean?

Well, it's asleep and it's not good for it to be roused.

Come on, Claude, we weren't born yesterday.

CHUCKLES

It's house-trained and it isn't half affectionate.

I might be a bit drunk and I might be a bit soft...

It-it'll grow on you, Phil.

...but not that drunk and not that soft.

Animal rescue? My big toe.

MIKE: Nice try, Claude.

Bernie? Bernie! Bernie!

It's heavy, Bernie! But...

MUSIC: 'Try Me' by The Tremeloes

There you are. Something for yourself there.

# If I could see you now

# I know I'd be telling you what I know

Shh!

# You ain't been good like you know you should

# And if you don't think I know

# Why don't you try me?

# I'm telling you, baby, I'm on my way back home

# Yes, I'm on my way back home

# Oh

# Oh, yeah

# All right

# It's good to see the light

# I know you've been taking me for a ride

# I'm gonna show you I'm nobody's fool

# And if you don't think I'm wise

# Why don't you try me?

# I'm telling you, baby, I'm on my way back home

# Yes, I'm on my way back home

# Oh

# All right... #

Right, Mr Bellamy, I want you out of my house

first thing tomorrow morning.

So, er, did you manage to call that hospital in Sydney?

No, I spoke to Neil earlier. There's no news.

How are things these days? Between you and Neil.

Everything OK?

Yeah. Erm, just good friends.

LAUGHS

Oh, I don't know.

We're just taking things day by day, seeing how it goes.

With a view to what?

Don't know!

I mean, moving in together or...?

No, no, no, no. Wouldn't have thought so.

Do you still love him?

Where's Gina?

GASPS

Gina!

Oh, Maggie!

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

How is she?

We've had to put her on Coramine to help regulate her breathing.

- What about Frances and John? - The same.

Hey, come on.

We've gotta find out what's doing this to them, Mike.

We will. I'm on my way to the labs now.

We'll find out what did it.

Well, it couldn't have been anything at the farm.

- That's one thing cleared up. - Sorry?

Well, she was nowhere near. She was at the pub.

Alf, what are you talking about?

Gina. Don't tell me you didn't hear.

No.

Well, she collapsed last night at the pub after closing time.

Gina?

Right, Bellamy, get your coat back on.

We're gonna fetch Mr Harris in.

We heard about that jar of poison yet?

- Mike's checking now, Sarge. - Good.

Come along. Don't stand there gawping like a goldfish.

I didn't know Gina was ill, Sarge.

Well, she is, and it's the same thing as the others

and Clive Harris is our common factor.

Can I have a word?

Right, Bernie, now then, this snake, I've got it in the truck.

Don't you think it's time you took a turn?

No, Claude.

Don't come, "Oh, no." I've done my bit, haven't I?

I've been to see all the pet shops.

It were me that organised the raffle.

Oh, yeah, and that were a great success, weren't it?

Made eleven and ninepence. What does Laslo Riles owe us?

quid.

- Yeah, and whose fault's that? - All right. Keep your voice down.

Don't worry about "keep your voice down".

Look, the fact is, we've gotta get rid of the snake.

Not we, Claude. You.

You wanted to keep the thing, you get rid of it.

Look, I'm frightened of it.

I've got news for you. I'm terrified of it.

Wh-what are they up to? Isn't Gina any better?

Don't really know. I've heard they're looking for streptococci.

Aye. Never been keen on that foreign food.

Right, Mr Harris, let's not beat about the bush.

You and your neighbours have been at each other's throats

for the past year.

Aye, but it were none of my doing.

And last night, you were down at the Aidensfield Arms

and you picked a fight with Mr Parsons.

He reckoned I had something to do with this poisoning business.

And did you?

No.

Nevertheless, it is a theory.

I mean, you could've done it.

You had the opportunity and you had the poison.

My mole poison?

You could have put it into those cakes.

Oh, yeah, and I suppose you reckon I had it in for Gina as well.

The fact is, Mr Harris, three people have been poisoned

and you were always there when it happened.

Odd, isn't it?

KNOCK AT DOOR

PHIL: Sarge?

Have they found what was in the jar?

- Strychnine, Sarge. - Is that what's caused it?

No. Symptoms are quite different.

The poison found at the farm had nothing to do with the victims.

Right, Bellamy, tell Mr Harris he's free to go, will you,

for the time being. - Sarge.

You're free to go, for the time being.

WOMAN: This is it, driver. Right by the door, please.

How much is that, please?

If it isn't the strychnine,

then, er, we're back to square one, then, Alf.

Well, couldn't it have been something in the air,

like a...a chemical leak?

Wake up, Alf.

If it was something in the air, we'd all be ill, wouldn't we?

Ta.

How did Harris seem?

Jumpy. Angry.

I mean, it still could be him, I suppose,

even if we haven't found the right poison.

I'm sorry. I still think it's something that they ate.

Well, of course it is. It's poisoning, isn't it?

Yeah, but, look,

it can't be the cakes cos Gina didn't have one.

The only thing all three of them had were the sandwiches.

Frances and John, Tuesday night, Gina, last night.

She made a sandwich for Stuart Parsons

and then ate it herself when he was chucked out.

The sandwiches were checked.

Yeah, and that's the other snag.

They all ate them both nights, including us,

so it's gotta be something added to the sandwiches,

which brings us back to something deliberate.

Couldn't it have been something that they drank?

No, they all drank something different.

It's gotta be something at the pub.

That's the only thing all three victims had in common.

I'm gonna go and have another look.

Gina! Gina?

What's all this, then?

Oh, Gina said I should carry on with it

even though he has gone and died... I mean, passed away.

- And who are you? - I'm David.

I see.

I'm just getting it all nice for when she gets back.

- Gets back from where? - From the hospital.

- The hospital? - And it wasn't my fault.

Hello. Can I help?

I'm Gina's Aunty Mary from Sidmouth. What's going on?

Have you got a minute?

Yes.

Oh, erm, Maggie asked me to give you this.

- Really? Anything else? - Yeah. I need your help.

I've just been up the hospital and Gina's really bad.

She's in good hands. There's nothing I can do.

There is. You could help me find the cause.

I'm sure the cause is being fully investigated.

It is but, look, it's too slow. They're not getting anywhere.

Look, Neil, Gina urgently needs the right treatment.

So do the others. We've gotta find out what's doing this

so the hospital can find the right antidote.

Look... look, I know I'm not a doctor or a scientist

but what I do know is the answer has to be in that pub.

It just has to be.

Now, will you just come down there with me and take a look?

Please? Before it's too late and somebody else falls ill.

OK.

Thanks.

Oh, Gina!

Could you wait outside, please? Thank you.

What's wrong with her?

That's what we're all trying to find out.

So the bread's been cleared and the beef and the dripping.

Er, yeah.

And beef sandwiches are all anyone ate?

Er, yep, that's right.

Did all the sandwiches have horseradish on them?

Apparently that's been checked and cleared

along with everything else.

What, a sample from this jar?

Er, yeah, yeah. It was found in the dustbin.

Er...

Wait a minute.

There was some put in a little dish.

Now, where would she have put that?

The fridge?

That's been tested too?

Er...

No. They must've assumed it came from the same jar.

- It's nothing like. - Well, exactly.

It's much coarser.

- What do you reckon? Home-made? - I think you're right.

So where did she get the roots from?

Right, David, there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

All we wanna know is if George grew horseradish in the garden.

Oh, yeah.

Well, can you show us where it is?

Well, it were all over the place. It got in the flowerbeds.

And Mr Ward, he used to call it "flipping nuisance".

Right, I see. Now, David, think very hard.

Has Gina dug any up in about the last, what, week or so?

Mm.

No, no, that's my job, that is, you know, digging up, and that.

OK. So did you dig up any for her?

- Aye. - When was it?

When she got back from funeral.

Can you show us what you gave her?

Well, nice bit like that.

Right. Any others?

- That bit. - Right.

Thank you, David.

Thank you, David.

Aconite poisoning. Yes, I'm sure of it.

No, mistaken for horseradish and eaten in sandwiches.

Yes, I know.

OK. Bye.

- MIKE: Aconite? - Yes.

Look. Here's your answer. Look.

This is horseradish and that is monkshood, a garden flower,

both growing in George's garden.

- They look identical to me. - Almost.

When the leaves die down and you've only got the root,

it's hard to tell them apart.

So David muddled them up

and Gina made a sauce out of... out of that?

Yeah, one of Britain's most poisonous plants.

And the people who ate the sandwiches

with the bought stuff, they're all right?

NEIL: And the people who ate this, it could've been much worse.

Right, er, well, then, I think I owe Clive Harris a visit and an apology.

Oh, thanks very much, Neil.

Sure. Any time.

"Look after Gina." That's what he said.

"Go up to Yorkshire and help her with that pub."

"She can't do it on her own."

It was his dying wish

and you can't ignore a man's dying wish, can you?

Especially when it's your own brother.

So here I am! And you're not to worry about a thing.

- GREENGRASS: Oh, er, Miss Abandon? - Yes?

I'm a friend of Bernie Scripps.

He's asked me to bring this back to you.

It's not what I think it is, is it?

He's got your snake in here. Said you'd be lost without it.

I'm sorry. I don't want it. I hate it.

You what?

I've been trying to get rid of it for years.

I-I thought you used it in your act.

I've got a new act now and it doesn't need a snake,

so take it off my doorstep and get rid of it.

It'd make a smashing pair of boots.

- Thanks for this, mate. - That's all right.

Come on.

Gran, it's only me.

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