15x05 - Family Ties

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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: 'Walk In My Shadow' by Free

♪ My throat is dry

♪ My knees are weak

♪ It's so damn hot

♪ I can't even speak

♪ Walk in my shadow ♪

Slipped your mind? Mum, we lost a major order

because you failed to pass the message on.

It'd be better if they got no answer!

Simon!

Don't worry, Theresa, love.

- I can manage without. - What if you need something?

Then I'll have to wait, won't I?

Simon, it were a mistake. That order would have made us.

So, from now on there's one phone!

It stays downstairs where she can't get to it, right?

Keys?

You've to be at Halliwell's at ten.

Do me a favour, don't be late.

- Good morning. - Is it?

Blood pressure's up a bit. Everything all right?

Simon was a bit cross this morning. He's under a lot of strain.

- Looks like he's not the only one. - I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Theresa does all the... what do you call it?

Canvassing. Finds the customers for Simon.

She's very good.

I do my best. Have you got everything you need?

I'll be fine. Really. Stop worrying.

I'll just get my things together and then I'll go. Bye.

- What is it your son sells? - Twin tubs.

Not only do they do your washing for you,

but they wring it out much better than any mangle can.

You should get one, Dr Trent.

Sounds to me like you should be on the sales team.

I'd have enjoyed it, but it's too late.

No use to man nor beast now.

Can I ask you something, Dr Trent?

What's the matter?

You won't let me be in any pain, will you, when I die?

I thought the new medicine was working.

Oh, it is. I feel much better now.

Well, if that changes, tell me. I'll do anything I can to help you.

I know you will, but...

what if it's not enough?

I'm not frightened of dying.

I just want it over quickly.

Are you asking me to... help you on your way?

I just want to go to sleep and not wake up again.

Please, Dr Trent. Helen.

I don't want to suffer unnecessarily.

I won't let that happen, I promise.

Trust me, Betty. I'll look after you.

Oh! Hello, Mr Braithwaite.

You know the way. I've got to dash.

BELL RINGS I want to report a theft.

Right.

And, er... your name, sir?

Cartwright.

- And your address? - Cartwright Farm.

Oh. You must be young Rosie's brothers, then.

- Aye. That's right. - What's been stolen, Mr Cartwright?

- Strawberries. - Strawberries?

Aye. Those little red things you eat with cream this time of year.

Half a field stripped in the night.

- Could it have been slugs? - What?

They ate my auntie's spinach last year.

They'd all gone overnight.

Someone's nicked my strawberries, and I want it taken seriously.

I'm sure PC Younger was taking it seriously, sir.

Go on, then. It's your case.

You're to take statements, visit the scene of the crime.

Chop-chop.

My own case.

Oh. Good morning.

Morning.

There.

That'll brighten your room up a bit.

They're lovely!

CHUCKLES

Theresa's left me a list of things to get from the market.

Is there anything you want yourself?

No, Fred. Between the pair of you I want for nothing.

Oh, go on with you!

I'll pop back with everything this afternoon.

I shan't be going for an hour, so you can always give me a ca...

It's broken. So silly. I knocked it off the table.

Simon's getting me a new one.

Oh. Well, if it's all underway I'll... I'd best be getting on.

Your secret admirer?

There's nothing secret about Fred.

What you see is what you get.

He'd do anything for me. He's a good friend.

But that's all, mind.

You didn't see anyone acting suspicious?

It happened in the night.

Perhaps one of your neighbours heard summat.

I'll go and make enquiries.

I've got the shopping, Betty.

It's in the kitchen. I'll make some tea.

Oh.

And I've got some fruitcake.

Tea and fruitcake.

But if you hang around the waiting room to see me after surgery

they'll all think you have a personal problem.

Yeah. I don't care what they think.

Well, I do. So sit down and behave and I'll put the kettle on.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Trent. Mr Braithwaite.

Yes, of course. I'll be right over.

Is it urgent?

Very.

Sorry.

I knew it couldn't last.

What happened?

Well, I got here, and found her.

- Would you like to go with her? - Yeah.

What about Theresa? She's out.

I... I'll hang on and let her know.

I'm very sorry.

She's dead?

I know it's not much consolation, but she didn't suffer.

If I'd have known...

I should have stayed home.

There will have to be a post-mortem.

It was earlier than expected.

We have to be sure it was her cancer.

It's just a formality.

The police and the coroner will have to be informed.

Police?

Right away, Sarge.

Post-mortem result on Mrs Hackett. Overdose.

- Her painkillers? - Yeah. su1c1de apparently.

That's not possible.

I'm sorry. It seems it all got too much for her.

No. I mean her medicine was kept downstairs out of reach.

What, you're saying someone must have helped her?

Yes. She even asked me to.

- I said no. - So someone gave in?

Maybe they thought what they were doing was right.

But it isn't.

No. I'm not even sure she was ready to go just yet.

What do you mean?

There's no doubt she wanted to die. It's just I got the impression

she was talking about when the pain became unbearable, not now.

Oh, is our David about?

You tell me. Probably taking a nap.

You work him too hard, that lad.

Chance would be a fine thing. He keeps falling asleep.

Something must be keeping him awake at night.

I can't imagine what.

Oh, here he is. Hey, Wee Willie Winkie.

Answer the phone if it goes, will you?

And try and stop looking so dopey.

I'm shattered, Aunt Peggy.

It's all right you sleeping all the way there and all the way back.

Why do we have to pick strawberries in the middle of the night anyway?

I've told you.

This farmer reckons if you pick fruit when...

when they're asleep, they feel no pain.

A happy berry is a tastier berry, or so he says.

Aw! Oh, right.

Why's it all such a big secret, then?

Listen, just because he believes in all this hippy nonsense,

we don't want folk to think we do.

So not a word. Understood?

An overdose? Are you saying she k*lled herself?

She was in such pain.

I was so cross with her.

That can't have helped.

I understand the medicine was kept downstairs out of reach.

- Well, that's right... - Just a minute.

Could she have taken the overdose alone, without help?

My mother's just died!

First of all, you suggest she took her own life,

now you're accusing us. What of? k*lling her?

I'm just trying to establish the facts.

Establish your facts elsewhere.

We wouldn't have anything to do with that.

If the medicine was downstairs where she couldn't get it,

somebody must have helped give her it.

Now it's our job is to find out who.

Could anyone else have moved your mother's medication?

People came to the house. Mr Braithwaite...

from next door, the doctor. - You think one of them did it?

- How would I know? - Yes.

Dr Trent.

Dr Trent?

She agreed to do it.

I didn't realise at the time, but now...

I overheard her saying she'd help Betty to die.

I thought they took an oath not to do that. I'll see her sent down!

Let's just calm down. What exactly did you overhear?

Betty asked Dr Trent to help end it.

Said she didn't want to linger on.

And Dr Trent said,

"I won't let that happen. I promise."

"Trust me, Betty. I'll look after you."

We're looking into the circumstances surrounding Mrs Hackett's death.

Of course, but couldn't this have waited? I have patients.

Theresa Hackett has said that you had helped her to die.

What? That's against everything I stand for.

- Did Mrs Hackett ask you? - Yes.

And I explained there was no need.

And she actually said she didn't want to linger on?

That she didn't want to suffer.

And you replied...

"I won't let that happen. I promise."

"Trust me, Betty. I'll look after you."

I meant that I wouldn't let her suffer unnecessarily,

that I'd keep her pain under control.

But those were your actual words?

Yes.

♪ Five, four, three, two, one

♪ Five, four, three, two, one

♪ Five, four, three, two, one

♪ Five, four, three, two, one ♪

I've asked everywhere, but nobody heard anything.

I'm not surprised.

I'm guessing no-one will have heard owt last night, either.

Last night?

They came back and stripped the next five rows.

If they came back for more, they've got to be selling them somewhere.

Perhaps you should be asking down t'village.

Not bothering folk as couldn't see anything anyway.

Yes.

Yes, I do know the procedure. Thank you.

Thanks for your time, Dr Trent.

You'll be hearing from us again.

You don't think Dr Trent did it, do you?

It doesn't matter what I think, Walker.

Procedures are there to protect the innocent

as well as punish the guilty.

Assisted su1c1de or m*rder, we do this by the book.

I want you to get everybody in for interview.

I'll inform CID.

And the Medical Executive Council.

I can't believe the police aren't taking it seriously.

They're not investigating?

- They put this lad on it. Younger. - Younger?

Still wet behind t'ears, if you ask me.

Strawberries, eh?

Are you suggesting I'd buy dodgy strawberries?

It's a bit of a coincidence.

I got them off Tommy Davis the greengrocer,

same as I always do.

Come on, Gina, hurry up.

- Be patient. - I've got a barrel to change.

Haven't you finished yet?

Well, I suppose so.

Ta-da!

Why, that's uncanny.

Thanks, Oscar.

Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself using oil paints.

It gets everywhere. A nightmare to get off your hands.

Everyone knows what you've been up to.

- Is this really necessary? - Afraid so.

- CID? - Yep.

I expect the Executive Council will have heard by now.

Yeah.

They won't take something like this lightly.

I'll have to get onto the Medical Defence Union as soon as I get back.

It's just procedure.

No-one's going to actually believe you were involved.

We'll check these prints against the prints on the bottle.

My prints are on it. I handled it when I explained the dosage.

We're not looking for your prints.

We're looking for prints that shouldn't be there.

- Like the neighbour's. - Fred Braithwaite?

I know Betty said he'd do anything for her,

but he was the one who called for help.

Maybe he changed his mind.

DOOR OPENS

Sorry, I...

Betty thought the world of you.

And she was right.

As she always was.

PHONE RINGS David!

HORN BLARES

CLATTERING

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING What?

You found Mrs Hackett?

When I got back from the market.

I knew as soon as I saw her something was wrong.

I called the doctor.

And had she ever expressed her fears to you about dying in pain?

Well, it preyed on her mind.

Yes.

And did she ever talk to you about helping her to end her own life?

No. Never.

And yet you were her closest friend.

Not that close. The family.

The doctor.

Happen she spoke to them, not me.

Where were you during the day, Mr Hackett?

In the office.

Apart from nipping out for a sandwich lunchtime for about...

I don't know, minutes.

My secretary can confirm that.

Did you get on with your mother?

Yeah.

I'm not saying it were easy, living with her,

caring for her, but... Well, I'm her son. It was my duty.

And who was responsible for giving your mother her medicine?

Theresa.

I didn't really have anything to do with the day-to-day care.

It's more of a woman's job really, isn't it?

Did she perhaps suggest you might leave the bottle within reach?

No. She never asked me to help her like that.

And I couldn't have done it. Simon would never forgive me.

And what did your hear Dr Trent say?

Betty was worried about lingering on.

And Dr Trent said she wouldn't let that happen.

"Trust me, Betty," she said. "I'll look after you."

And you had no idea what was about to happen?

I'd never have left if I had.

It's silly. I can't quite believe she's gone, you know.

I keep thinking I ought to go home and make sure she's all right.

If only I'd known what Dr Trent was going to do!

SOBS

Thank you very much. Roll up! Roll up!

First strawberries of the season, picked overnight for added fresh...

No. Sorry, love. I can only let you have the one.

I've got be fair to t'others, cos I haven't got that many left.

Come on, then.

I can't understand it.

Normally the first strawberries of the season fly out of here.

Why do you think no-one's buying them now?

No idea. Don't suppose I can interest you in some strawberries?

- Eh, Bert? - Not likely.

Well, maybe people are being sold strawberries cheaper.

Cheaper? Not possible. You can't beat me on price.

Fresher?

Now you wash your mouth out, young man.

I am usually the first to step forward and help the local police

in their line of duty, but I will not have you coming in here -

I'm sorry, Mr Davis. I'm sorry.

It's just somebody's been stealing strawberries from Cartwright Farm.

Not just the odd one or two, either.

We've all done that. But lots.

And it's my job to find out whom.

Well, you've got your work cut out, haven't you?

How do you mean?

How do you know when a strawberry's stolen?

You take old Bert there. Sheep farmer.

Marks his flock with rud.

That way, if they stray, he knows exactly which are his.

And should anyone dare to rustle them...

Hey. That's it.

What?

Thanks, Mr Davis.

You're welcome.

It can't be easy, watching someone in pain, suffering,

knowing you can end it for them.

The new medication controlled the pain.

She wasn't ready to die.

And with respect,

if I finished off all my patients in that situation,

I wouldn't have much of a practice left.

But if the pain was unbearable?

If it did, then I would have given her more painkillers. Stronger ones.

That's my job,

to increase the painkillers where needed until...

The patient dies from an overdose?

No. Dies from their illness.

Must be hard to draw the line sometimes.

I know how to do my job.

No-one's saying that you don't, Dr Trent.

I thought that was exactly what the sergeant was suggesting.

We're just trying to find out the truth. That's all.

Really? Well, I've given you my statement.

If there are no further questions,

I'd like to get back for evening surgery.

We may want to talk to you again, Dr Trent.

Then perhaps you should make an appointment.

I can see this isn't going to be easy.

What exactly are you doing?

Never you mind.

Come on, Geoff, just tell us.

You'd only laugh if I did tell you.

We won't, will we?

Well, if you must know, I'm painting the flock.

Like a shepherd.

So I can identify them if they get rustled.

Oh! Strawberry rustling? That's a good 'un, that.

But you're painting red onto red. That's a bit hard to see, isn't it?

Exactly.

The thieves'd notice if I painted them blue, wouldn't they?

We'll get through this. Come on.

He was accusing me.

You know what Miller's like. Don't let it get to you.

I'm trying, but it's not easy with accusations being thrown around.

- Theresa panicked. - She might have misunderstood.

That doesn't give her the right to say that I k*lled Betty.

She's frightened that Simon's gonna blame her.

Having met him, I'm not surprised.

Either that or she's covering up for him.

And then there's Fred Braithwaite. He's hiding something, too.

Maybe he saw Simon or the car at the house.

You think Simon did it? Why?

The solicitors confirm that he gets everything.

So you think this is all about money?

It usually is. Trust me.

What about Miller?

You leave him to me.

Simon had the means and the motive.

All I've got to prove is he had the opportunity.

Now, come on. It'll all be all right.

Trust me. It'll just take some time to sort out.

PHONE RINGS

Hello. Dr Trent speaking.

Yes.

Was that...

I understand.

Yes, I will. Goodbye.

That was the Executive Council.

I've been suspended.

- Are you OK? - I'm sorry, Mrs Burley.

You'll have to got to Ashfordly. Dr Bradley will see you there.

Rob, unless we find out who did this, my career is over.

I've had DI Shiner on the phone.

If we haven't made any progress by the end of the week

he's taking over.

His money's on Dr Trent and assisted su1c1de

and I'm inclined to agree.

Women look at things differently. They tend to get swayed by emotion.

Not Helen.

The report on the fingerprints, Sarge.

Four sets of prints on the bottle.

Dr Trent, Simon and Theresa Hackett, and the pharmacist.

All this does is rule out the neighbour, Fred Braithwaite.

Except Simon Hackett said he never gave his mother her medicine.

If it was in a kitchen cupboard, he'll not find it hard to explain.

As much as I like your theory, this does nothing to help Dr Trent.

Nothing at all.

The truth will out, lad. Wait and see.

Will it?

You know, Alf, I'm not so sure, either.

It's not looking good.

I thought you were on your own case.

Or have you drawn a blank? You can go back to cleaning cars, you know.

My federation rep...

Your federation rep is at a conference.

Get away with you.

Now, I know as well as you

that Dr Trent could never have got involved with something like this.

It doesn't matter what we think.

As soon as Miller get's on someone's case he just won't listen.

And then there's Shiner putting ideas into his head.

Is that so?

Look, there's some sort of cover-up going on here, Alf.

And Miller's fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

I can't just stand back and watch them break her.

She's completely innocent.

Take my advice. Stop badgering Miller.

You keep pestering him, he just sticks his heels in further.

If you want to prove to him that she's innocent,

you've just got to find out who's hiding what.

I said all I had to say yesterday.

I had a feeling there was something you weren't telling us.

There's nothing more I wish to say.

I know you didn't do it, if that's any help.

No, it isn't.

Not really.

Did you see Simon come back during the day? See his car maybe?

I was out at the market.

And anyway, he wouldn't come home during the day.

He works all hours trying to make a success of his business.

- And is it? - No.

No.

Betty worried about it.

Could be why she chose to...

Apart from the pain, I mean.

Well, that would give Simon a motive for helping her.

Is that what you're trying to do,

show that it needn't be Dr Trent?

She's been suspended.

Oh.

I'm sorry about that. She's a good woman.

Brave.

But there's nowt I can do to help her.

It'll go cold.

I'm sure there's loads of things I should be doing,

but I can't seem to stop thinking about what might happen.

- But you didn't do anything. - It doesn't matter.

The suspicion will be enough.

Would you go to a doctor who might have k*lled a patient?

The police will find out who really did it.

You've got to trust them, Helen.

You've got to trust Rob.

Hello, Simon.

I was very sorry to hear about your mother.

Yeah. Thanks. I can't quite believe she's gone yet.

No. What can I get you?

Simon's out. He should be back soon.

Actually you might be able to help me, Mrs Hackett.

We've just had the forensics report back on that medicine bottle.

The fingerprints.

Oh? What about them?

Your husband's prints were on the bottle.

And yet he says he had nothing to do with the medication.

He said it was your job.

The bottle was in the cupboard by the whisky.

Simon has a tot most nights. He may have touched it.

To ease the pressure of the business? We know it was in trouble.

Exactly what are you saying, Constable?

It can't have been easy,

seeing her every day slowly dying, struggling financially,

knowing as soon as she was out of the way everything would be all right.

- He didn't do it. - Think hard.

Is there anything you've omitted to tell us?

I've done nothing but think about it.

You're wrong about him.

Am I?

I want you to go.

These are questions that'll need to be answered at some point.

In the meantime, if you do remember anything, you know where to find me.

I hope you're not going to tell me you're sorry.

Mr Hackett, I'm sorry for your loss.

But I've done nothing that needs an apology.

That's rich. You never even gave me the chance to say goodbye to her.

I had nothing to do with it.

I don't think this is the right place

to be having this conversation.

I don't any of us should have to drink

with the woman who m*rder*d my mother.

Hey, hang on!

I came in to get away from this, have a drink in peace!

What a good idea. Simon?

I'm not having anyone throwing accusations around in my pub.

Now I realise emotions are running high,

but it's down to the law should decide who's guilty

and who's not, not you.

So if you don't mind, on your way,

Pay no attention.

I won't. I've done nothing wrong.

And I refuse to sit back and let my career be ruined by that man.

I'm sorry about that.

Oi! Oi!

No-one's gonna buy damaged goods.

Sorry.

What are you checking them for any road?

Another batch got taken last night.

You're looking for marks to show where they're from, like them sheep?

- Yeah. - You marked the strawberries?

That's right, with some oil paint I borrowed.

I thought it might work. I checked everywhere, but they're all clear.

- Well, I never. - Silly idea, I know.

But I had to do summat. It's my first case, you see.

I don't know what to do next.

It's a hard one, I'll grant you.

Perhaps if you caught the thieves actually taking them.

Stake out the field, you mean?

I've staked out a barn before.

Waste of time, if you ask me.

Could make or break you, you know, lad.

You've seen how they do it in them films. Lie low. Ta-da!

Wait for the k*ll, and then pounce.

Then there's the car chase.

I've got a bike. It's a pushbike.

It probably won't get to the car chase.

I could just hide behind a hedge and jump out at them

as they start picking the strawberries.

That'll do the trick, yeah!

Thanks.

Mr Braithwaite, what can I do for you?

It's about Betty Hackett.

About what you said.

There's something troubling me.

You'd best come in.

CRYING

What's going on?

Has something happened?

The policeman's been here

asking questions about you.

She wanted me to help her die, you know.

And I turned her down.

- Quite rightly. - No!

I should have done it. That's what she wanted.

I hid behind arguments like playing God.

Stuff and nonsense!

Too much of a coward, truth be told.

I didn't want her to go.

Not yet.

I thought it was Dr Trent. She's got the guts.

But what you said and, well, what I've heard

set me thinking.

And what started troubling you?

Betty lets me use a couple of her fields for grazing,

and the barn for storage.

It helps me out and it helps look after them for the family.

Simon isn't cut out for farming.

And?

She knew I were worried about what'd happen to the fields after she died.

So, she promised me that she would leave them to me in her will.

She would never have k*lled herself without doing that for me.

But the solicitor says that Simon gets everything.

They've drawn up another will, but she hasn't signed it.

She hadn't the chance, you see.

So I thought I'd stake out the remaining strawberries.

Strawberries aren't tall enough to need staking out.

No, I mean...

Look, you've been on a few stake-outs in your time.

How do you make them more exciting?

You don't. They're dead boring.

The excitement comes with making the arrest.

It makes the hanging around worth it.

If you don't catch the culprit, it's no fun, no fun at all.

Take the advice of an old hand.

You take plenty of layers,

a flask of tea, and a stack of sandwiches.

Oh, dear!

Mrs Ventress's strawberry jam is very runny.

Home-made jam, is it?

Mrs Ventress grows her own strawberries, I'll have you know.

Alf called the solicitors.

They were due to meet that afternoon, but then had to reschedule.

So without a signature on the new will, the old one stands.

And we know Simon Hackett had to sell everything

and move in with his mother to finance his business,

which isn't going very well.

Even though she only had weeks to live?

Maybe he wasn't prepared to wait.

Maybe he wanted to make sure before she could change the will.

Does Mr Hackett know about this change of plan?

I'm not sure. Maybe we should give him a call.

Oi! You can't do that!

I want to make a complaint about police harassment.

I'm sorry, Sarge. He just barged past!

The investigation of an alleged m*rder

can hardly be described as police harassment. Now, while you're here,

there are several questions we would like to ask you.

Living with a sick old lady who held the purse strings

can't have been easy.

I may not have been the best son, but I wouldn't hurt her.

And the business was in trouble?

Temporary problem.

The bank's about to foreclose.

They knew they'd get their money.

- When your mother died. - That's right.

Maybe she wasn't going to die soon enough.

I loved my mother.

She began to get better on the new medicine. You began to worry.

No.

Get impatient?

No.

The final straw came when she decided to change her will.

You thought you were being cut out of the will,

and you panicked.

I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

MUSIC: 'In The Country' by Cliff Richard

♪ When the world in which you're living

♪ Gets a bit too much to bear

♪ And you need someone to lean on

♪ When you look there's no-one there

- ♪ You're gonna find me - ♪ Ba-ba-ba ba

♪ Out in the country ♪

Simon claims he knew nothing about a will change, and he has an alibi.

Why didn't the solicitor turn up?

They spoke to Betty that morning and rescheduled.

He couldn't have.

Why not?

Betty told me Simon took the telephone downstairs.

He was angry with her for forgetting to pass on a message.

They said they spoke to Mrs Hackett.

And there's more than one Mrs Hackett.

What are you doing now?

I'm waiting... for the thieves.

You stick out like a sore thumb.

What you need's a disguise.

What, you mean, like, dress up as a bush or something?

- That would be good. - No, wait.

I've got a much better idea.

No-one'll spot you now.

Aye. You'll catch 'em, no problem.

We'll be sure to tell that sergeant of yours

what a grand job you've done. - A real hero.

Right.

Let's get him into position.

One, two, three.

I'm not so sure this is a good idea.

You want to catch 'em, don't you?

Just imagine the look on that sergeant's face.

But if they do come back, it's no good me being up here.

I'll need to give chase.

Just give us a shout when they're in t'field.

And well run and help.

BOTH: OK?

OK.

Right. Time for the pub, then.

Oh, blimey! Not you again. I've told you...

It's not you we've come to see. It's your wife.

What are you going on about?

Someone had to taken the call

about the change in the solicitors' appointment

You had brought the phone downstairs.

Mr Braithwaite.

It was a woman she spoke to. A Mrs Hackett.

I popped back at lunchtime to make sure Betty was all right.

I was worried about her all day without the phone.

You were here?

That's not what you said in your statement.

I panicked.

I knew it would look bad. I knew Simon would blame me.

You saw Mrs Hackett?

I just put my head round the door and saw Betty was asleep.

So I didn't disturb her.

I didn't know she'd been given an overdose. I swear.

You could have saved her.

Don't you think I feel bad enough about it?

It's all right.

You couldn't have known what that woman had done.

We haven't done anything wrong. Why haven't you arrested that doctor?

In light of new evidence, Mr Hackett.

What evidence do you need? She k*lled my mother.

- Look, I demand you take action. - All in good time, sir.

You took the call about the will change, didn't you?

Yes, but I didn't know what the appointment was for.

The receptionist talked about changing the will,

thinking you were Betty. - She's lying.

Why would she? Must have come as a bit of a shock.

The woman you'd cared for, nursed, rushed back at lunchtime to see,

she was cutting you out of the will. - Hardly an act of gratitude,

after all you'd done for her.

You had to stop her.

I had no choice.

How could she do it to us? How could she?

You...

You?

SOBS

I...

You let them accuse me.

You said nothing as I accused Dr Trent.

It was you?

I'm so sorry.

She wanted to die.

Not yet she didn't.

But if I'd waited, we would have lost everything.

We had a dream, remember? A home. A comfortable life.

A family. I worked hard for it. We both did.

She was gonna wipe it out just like that. I couldn't let her.

Please believe me. I did it for us.

No.

I think we'd better continue this down at the station.

We've charged your wife with m*rder, Mr Hackett.

We'll be detaining her overnight, so you might as well go home.

I'd advise you to contact your solicitor.

I'll get onto CID.

How could she do this, do you reckon?

Even if Mum was cutting us out of the will, we'd have managed.

That's just it. She wasn't.

She was changing the will, but not to cut you out.

Your neighbour, Fred, he used a couple of her fields.

She wanted to hand them over to him as a way of saying thank you.

And that was it?

That was it.

So all this cos of a couple of fields?

Thanks.

Just in time. I could do with some company.

How about some good news to go with the company?

Don't keep me in suspense.

We've just charged Theresa Hackett with m*rder. She confessed.

She came back and added the medicine to Betty's lunchtime soup.

Come here.

That'll set tongues wagging.

Rob, I don't care.

I'll ring the Executive Council first thing,

get my suspension lifted.

Already in hand.

Well, come on.

I think a celebration's in order.

Besides, it'll give me a chance to spread the word,

let everyone know I'm back in business.

Two pints please, Gina.

Wouldn't you be better off with a black coffee, David?

Sorry. I haven't been getting much sleep recently.

What's that all over your hands, David?

That looks like the paint I lent PC Younger.

- I don't believe it. - It worked.

ROSIE: The strawberry thieves.

'Ey! Who are you calling a thief?

You can't deny it, Peggy.

I'll have you know that my little strawberry business

is all above board. - Is that so?

I have a little arrangement at Lumbton Farm.

Not the hippy?

That's right. Left just over the bridge.

Right just over the bridge, David.

You said left right over the bridge...

What happened?

Theresa's confessed to everything. I'm off the hook.

Oh, Hel, that's fantastic news!

Evening, Fred.

I never believed it of the lass.

Me neither.

You must be relieved your young lady's in the clear.

Yeah.

So, you see, it was just a little misunderstanding. That's all.

And I mean anybody could mix up their right with their left.

Especially David.

There's a solution to this sticky situation.

We'll take Mr Lumbton's share this week.

And yours.

And you all owe Geoff a pint, as well as an apology.

- Why? - He still caught them.

Yeah, red-handed.

Speaking of Geoff, where is he?

SCREECHING

Hello?

Is anybody there?

SCREECHING

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Help!

Help me!