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Heartbeat, what do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in
my memory?

Life is never what it seems. We're
always searching in rooms to find that

parcel in the air.

When worry starts to cloud the mind,
it's hard to leave it all in.

Just pretend you haven't got a chair.

If someone else... Now, there's a
rarity, Vernon. You with your head

book. You'd be surprised, Gina.

Let's see if the book's a good one.

I filed that for him. Oh, yeah?

It was down the back seat of the taxi.
Must have fallen out of somebody's

pocket. I'm surprised you think you've
got anything left to learn about

business, Vernon.

I thought you knew everything.

On the contrary, Oscar.

The true entrepreneur is always ready to
learn.

I'll drink to that.

Another large GMT, please.

Man after my own heart, by the sound of
it.

So you're a businessman, too?

Indeed.

And if I've learned anything, it's to
keep your mind open to new ideas.

Absolutely right.

Care for a drink yourself?

Vernon. Vernon Scripps.

Leonard Clarks.

Very kind of you.

Well, we don't make the money we do just
to keep it in our pockets, do we?

Indeed not.

So, uh, what line of business are you
in?

I run a high -quality chauffeur and taxi
service.

However, I do diversify into other areas
when I see the opportunity.

I think I may have just the opportunity
for you.

Really? Minimal outlay, massive profits
in a matter of months.

And the best bit of all, other people do
most of the work.

Ever heard of time, Fred?

Sunny, you smile at me really easy. Hey,
oh, the dark

isn't done, the bright isn't here.

My sun of one shines so clear.

Sunny, one so true, I love you. Right.

So this is basically clogging cheap
cleaning gear for a large profit. Not

Vernon. For a start, these products,
polishes, bleachers, cloths, dusters,

all top -quality branded names.

Shine Fresh isn't about diddling people.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, of course
not.

So can't see where the profit comes
from, eh?

Well, no.

It's all about structure.

Structure? And where you are in it.

Essentially... I find a person of vision
in a particular area.

He pays me a stake, forms a local
selling club, and recruits others.

They pay him a stake.

And so on, and so on, and so on.

Everyone makes money.

The regional man, most of all.

I see.

I don't.

Like all the most revolutionary business
ideas.

You wouldn't happen to be looking for a
person of vision in this area, would

you? I certainly am.

Then look no further.

He went out a couple of hours ago. Said
he was going for a drive. Came back and

just collapsed.

Jack's diabetic, isn't he? Yeah.

Do you know if he's taken his insulin
today?

Late this afternoon. I saw him inject
himself.

And have you eaten?

Not that I know of. He's not been eating
very much at all lately.

He's gone into a hypoglycemic coma. I
need to get some dextrose into him fast.

He's still badly shaken, but it could be
much worse.

Don't be too long with him.

Thank you.

Mr Shaw.

Well, then.

What's happened?

Well, I saw him as I approached the
junction.

I thought he was going to stop him. Am I
right away?

Driving like a lunatic he was.

He must have seen me, but he pulled out
right in front of me.

Must have been drunk or something.

Have you got a description of the
vehicle?

Oh, aye. Aston Martin.

Colour?

Burgundy.

Any other identification?

No. There can't be many cars like that
in the area, can there?

No.

But it was once locking up.

Well, don't worry. We'll catch the
culprit and deal with him, Mr Shaw.

Rest assured.

All right.

Feeling better?

Thanks.

Why did it happen?

You've had your insulin injection today.

Yes.

Then if you hadn't eaten for a while and
had been overdoing it... I've been out

for a drive, that's all.

Driving can be stressful.

For you and I, maybe, Doctor, but for a
former Formula One racing driver?

Of course.

Sorry.

Anyway, whatever the reason, I suggest
you take it easy for a day or two.

I'll pop back tomorrow.

There's no need.

You'll have to let me be the judge of
that.

Thanks, Doctor.

I still don't get it, Mr Burden.

Look, it's quite simple, David.

This is Lallard.

Is it?

And these are lemons of regional
representatives. That's me on the end.

No, you're a bit fussier than that, Mr
Verdon.

And then these are my recruits to shine
fresh.

Right. Now, what are they called?

Well, I don't know. I haven't found them
yet.

And then these recruits are the new
recruits that my recruits recruit.

Eh?

Oh, never mind. Let's get cracking.

So he was really a racing driver.

Brilliant, apparently.

All set to be champion, but then he had
a bad accident at Le Mans.

Tried to make a comeback, but his
confidence was never the same.

Retired when he was feeling his 20s.

Blimey.

Mrs McLean?

No, I'm Ruth Dalbraith, his housekeeper.
Can I help you?

Yeah, we'd like a word with Mr McLean,
please. I'm afraid he's gone shopping

with his wife.

According to our records, he owns an
Aston Martin.

That's right.

Was he out in it last night?

You'd better ask him yourself.

What's going on?

Mr McLean, he sees Bellamy and Crane at
Ashfordly Police.

Were you driving this car last night?

Yes, why?

Well, a farmer named Gary Shaw is in
Ashfordly General Hospital following an

accident last night.

He claims a burgundy Aston Martin forced
him off the road.

And you're suggesting it was me?

Well, there aren't many of these in the
area.

It was nothing to do with me.

You sure?

You're not accusing my husband of lying.

I'm not accusing anybody, but you must
see why we're here.

It was nothing to do with me.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Is that all?

For now.

But we may need to come again.

It's how they all started, Bernard.

Henry Ford, Lord Beaver Brought.

The cleaning fluids?

No. With a sound commercial idea.

I don't know why you're telling me all
this.

Because I need somewhere to store the
product.

Well, you'd better not be thinking of
keeping it in here.

Looks like the first load, Mr. Bernard.

Oh.

Vernon, how are you?

All the better for seeing you.

This is my brother, Bernard.

He's kindly agreed to let us use the
premises for storage.

Keen to be part of Shine Fresh, too, eh?

I haven't said that.

You will, Bernard.

You will.

All right, David, give Vincent a lift.

So, just the small matter of payment.

Of course.

What did we say for the first
consignment?

Eighty, wasn't it?

Call it 70 for cash.

A spot of introductory discount, eh?

That's very generous.

So, uh, got your recruiting strategy
worked out yet?

I certainly have.

A visitor for you, Jack.

Dr Merrick. Thank you.

I told you not to bother.

I just want to make sure you're managing
your diabetes properly.

Of course I am.

So as well as your injections, you're
eating sensibly?

Yes. At regular intervals?

Yes. And not drinking too much?

I'm not giving up alcohol.

I'm not asking you to give up, but...
One has to do something to make life

manageable.

Look, I know it's not an easy illness to
cope with.

No, you don't say.

My eyesight's getting worse.

I can't concentrate.

I've got no energy at all.

You start to wonder what the point is.

Well, for a start, you have Sarah.

Who must be wondering why she ended up
marrying a decrepit wreck like me?

I'm sorry.

I appreciate your trying to help.

But after last night, I don't know if
anyone can.

How do you mean?

I had an accident on the way home.

I was feeling faint.

Vision was blurring.

I just failed across the junction and
forced someone off the road.

I denied it when the police called
earlier.

But they're coming back.

I'm going to have to come clean.

I see.

I'll take away my licence.

If I can't drive, then... I'm sure
things must seem very bleak at the

Jack.

But we can get you through this.

Of course we could just go from door to
door recruiting people.

But an intensive leafleting campaign
followed by a series of selling seminars

would be far more efficient.

You want to hold these seminars here, do
you? Exactly.

Well, I haven't got a problem with it,
Vernon.

Neither have I.

Oh, good.

As long as the price is right.

Eh? Well, you obviously expect to make a
killing out of this so you can afford

to pay us rent for the room.

It's not about me making a killing,
Oscar.

Shine Fresh promises rewards for all
those who join.

You might even consider joining
yourself.

Then again, I might not.

I'm the one, I'm the one, the one they
call the seven suns.

I can tell your future, it will come to
pass. I can do things for you, make your

heart feel glad. Live in the sky,
predict the rain. I can tell when a

got another man. I'm the one.

Yes, I'm the one.

I'm the one, I'm the one, the one they
call the seven suns.

I can talk these words that will sound
so sweet. They will even make your

hearts give a beat.

Mr. McClane?

Hello?

What's going on?

Sarah, I'm afraid I have some very bad
news.

Jack's dead.

What?

One of my colleagues, P .C. Crane,
called round about half an hour ago to

interview him again about the road
traffic accident and phoned him on the

sitting room floor.

But how?

That'll be a matter for the police and
the coroner to establish, Sarah. But

I called round earlier to see Jack, he
was clearly in a very fragile mental

state. He admitted he'd been involved in
the collision.

You think it was suicide?

I knew he was depressed, but I never
thought he'd go that far.

Oh, come on, Sarah.

We can talk to her later, OK?

Of course.

It's not compulsory, Mrs Winstanley, but
I do think you would find that my shine

-fresh motivational seminar is most
enlightening.

Oh, I'll see you there.

Oh, Mrs Hackett's coming, and Mrs
Laidlaw and her sister are as keen as

David, this is looking more than
promising.

It's as if the entire community is
beginning to sense a new potential.

Do you know, the people of this area
will never look at household products in

the same way ever again.

Really?

Right.

Yes.

It's Jack McLean, isn't it?

I suppose it's an inevitable part of
your job, but it can't be easy when a

patient dies.

Especially in circumstances like this.

I can't help thinking that maybe there
was more I could have done or said.

Come on, I'm sure you did everything you
could, Liz.

He obviously just couldn't see any other
way out of his problems.

It doesn't sound like anyone could have
prevented him taking his own life.

I suppose not.

So, we'll get back to work, eh?

Don't dwell on it.

No.

Cars were everything for him.

In a way, he never got over having to
abandon his racing career, but...

To be unable to drive at all because of
some advancing disease.

Yes, I'm afraid I can see why Jack would
want to kill himself.

His marriage to Thera, was that happy?

Apparently not happy enough to prevent
him from doing this.

Has anyone else been up at the house
today, Miss Dobrys?

Um, Dr Merrick came this morning. I
don't know about this afternoon. It was

half day off.

And you yourself have been here at the
cottage all afternoon?

Yes.

Right.

Thank you for your time.

We'll be back later to take full
statements from both yourself and Mrs

Of course.

The beauty of it is we're not only
getting richer, but we're getting

too. Your homes will sparkle like new
pins, as will the homes of the people

recruit. Everyone benefits.

Oh, come on, Vernon.

Cut the what or just tell us exactly
how. I'm just about to, Oscar.

Now, this is me.

And these shrewd future entrepreneurs
are you.

each of whom give me a stake.

How much, Vernon?

£30. £30?

David, for which you will receive high
-quality cleaning

products to the value of over £60.

Each of you then will recruit five new
members of the club...

taking a stake from each of them.

Of which you get what?

A modest percentage, Oscar.

Oh, aye? How modest?

Well, I can't say precisely.

The exact figure is tied to, well,
forward projections and medium -term

performance criteria.

Well, 50 %?

Well, certainly no more than that
initially.

Right, that's me out.

But you've just made £75 for a 30 -quid
steak.

If something in life seems too good to
be true, it generally is. Well, Vish, I

think it's a grand idea.

I'm willing to sign up now.

Thank you, Mrs Winstanley.

Oh, just one at a time, ladies.

I think they're mad.

Do you reckon?

Well, don't tell me you're tempted,
Gina.

I couldn't have two at the cash.

You could not lose it as well.

I was burning in bold.

No suicide now, then?

Well, if there was, we haven't found it.

But when you find an empty syringe next
to her body, that has to be the most

likely explanation.

Well, could it be possible he just used
the syringe to give himself his normal

injection eventually?

Perhaps.

We won't know until we get the contents
of the syringe analysed.

Would you think there's a chance someone
else was involved?

Well, let's not rule anything out, eh?

The marriage wasn't in trouble in any
way, was it?

Didn't sound too rosy from what the
housekeeper told me.

There were rumours about the couple from
the moment they moved into the area.

What kind of rumours?

Well, there was something about the
death of Jack's first wife, and then

was a suggestion that Jack had been
seeing Sarah before his first wife died,

that Sarah might have been responsible
for the death.

I see.

Anyway, there was only rumours.

Pretty interesting ones, nevertheless.

What do you think we'll do for your
prom?

Er, from the Bridlington area, sir.

Case, get on to the local post there,
will you? See if we can find out any

The post -mortem results should make
things clearer, too.

Yes, it went far better than I could
possibly have imagined, Leonard.

We'll be ready for another delivery
tomorrow.

Yes, as soon as that.

Look, why don't we meet for a drink this
evening and we can discuss the exact

quantities?

Excellent. See you then.

Don't say it.

Say what?

Oh, ye of little faith.

This place is still jam -packed with
your wretched cleaning stuff.

Not for much longer, Bernard.

The public demand for my cleaning goods
is already voracious.

You should think about joining Shine
Fresh.

You'd make a lot more profit than you do
from fixing cars and burying the dead.

Thank you, Bernard, but I think I'll
stick with what I know for the time

Crane?

Any news yet?

Not yet, Sarge.

Who did the post -mortem, do you know?

Dr. Craven. I'm just waiting for his
report.

Oh, dear.

Could be waiting all day, eh?

Could be.

Leave it to me, I'll notice.

Ah, Burton, there you are. Dr. Craven.

What can you tell us?

How are you, Jenny?

Fine, thanks.

Let me see. How's my knee?

Oh. That ingrown toenail playing you off
again?

Oh. I don't have to make excuses to see
her, do I? No.

She's just finishing with her last
patient now.

Good night, Mrs Osborne.

Good night.

Hello.

You. Feeling any better?

Not much.

Right, well, I suggest we go straight
down to the pub and unwind.

That'd be great.

Care to choice, Jenny?

Yeah, why not?

What about Dennis?

I'll phone the station after we set.

Aha, no need.

Dennis! Dennis has asked us for a drink.

Maybe another night, eh?

What's wrong?

We've had the results on Dr Craven's
post -mortem on Jack McLean.

And?

He died of a massive overdose of
insulin.

What?

We also had tests done on the syringe we
found beside his body.

And it contained residues of insulin of
a very high strength.

I don't understand.

This isn't the strength I prescribed.

You're quite sure about that? Yes.

You couldn't have made a mistake?

Prescribed too high a dose for him? No.

Could there be any other explanation?

Well, there could only be one, couldn't
there?

That I've made some kind of dispensing
error.

And is that possible, Jenny?

They look chuffed.

I'd put it stronger than chuffed lemon.

It must have been like this when the
French Revolution started.

The what?

The feeling of a new age, of shared
wealth and prosperity just around the

corner. You know, the prospect of
getting your head cut off.

I take it you've decided not to come on
board this project yet?

That's correct, Mr Parks.

Oh, well, it's your loss, not ours.

Hey, listen.

Oscar might have decided he could get a
daughter -in -law, but I'm not going to.

Count me in, Vernon.

With pleasure, Gina.

Don't run onto me with nibs, though,
will you? Of course not.

As a matter of fact, I've been giving it
a bit more thought, too.

I suppose I've got access to a lot of
potential members through my other areas

of business.

I knew you'd come round, Bernard.

Now...

About our next delivery, Leonard.

Yes.

Let's talk quantities, shall we?

I would like as much as you can possibly
get me.

I'll be frank with you, Vernon.

There's a major redistribution of stock
going on in the warehouses.

Space is needed.

I can let you have everything I've got
at a very favourable price.

I'm sure this is the insulin Jack was
using.

I suppose it must have been.

It's certainly labelled as being of the
strength that Dr Merrick prescribed, but

we'll get it analysed immediately.

I'm sorry, I'm finding all this very
difficult to take in.

I can understand that.

Dr Merrick has always been so kind and
conscientious towards Jack. Any

suggestion that she might have been
negligent?

We're not suggesting she has been.

At the moment, we're just trying to
establish all the facts.

Of course.

Can you tell me when you last saw your
husband alive, Mrs Maclean?

When I left home.

Did you see Jack give himself his
insulin injection before you left?

No.

And where did you go this afternoon?

Shopping, in Ashfordly.

Can you tell us where exactly?

We may need to check.

Why?

Oh, look, of course I know you have to
ask. I'm obviously a suspect.

We don't view you as a suspect, Mrs...
Please, I'm not stupid.

You at least have to consider the
possibility.

But the truth is, Sergeant, I loved
Jack.

And of course I want you to find out how
he died.

Do you understand?

Of course I do.

Police station.

Oh, it's Oscar.

Oh, Oscar.

Look, I wonder if you can do me a
favour.

I know he must seem like there's a
catch, Mr Preston, but really there

one.

Well, can you imagine a cautious old
thing such as myself getting involved

otherwise?

Yes.

I'll be round in an hour or so signing
you up. Excellent.

We've got my room left, Mr Vernon.

There's nothing else for it. The
remainder will have to go in the chapel

rest.

What's Mr Scripps going to say?

Oh, don't worry. Vernon's doing so well
out of this already. He won't complain.

Go on.

Nothing you recruit.

What did I tell you? This is a great
credit to you, Vernon.

To have made so much progress in such a
short space of time.

Thanks to your help.

No, no.

I'll let you into a secret.

I've nominated you for Regional
Representative of the Month.

Really? Are you sure to win?

Win? Win what, exactly?

I believe the prize is a week in
Majorca.

Majorca? What do you think of that,
Bernard?

Oh, well, better be off. I suppose we
ought to settle up, really.

Of course.

We need to get it tested as soon as
possible.

Any news from forensics about
fingerprints on the syringe?

No, Sarge. Well, hurry them up, would
you? We need to know if anyone else

have administered the fatal injection.

Sarge, I managed to speak with the
detective in Bridlington who

death of Amanda MacLean.

And? Well, it seems that there were
grounds for the rumours, but they were

of the mark.

So what actually happened?

Well, it seems that the body of Mrs
MacLean was found at the bottom of

Flamborough Head.

In the end, the police decided it was
probably an accident, but in the course

their investigation, it emerged that
Jack had been having an affair.

With Sarah?

No, with Ruth Dalbraith.

With Ruth Dalbraith?

She was their housekeeper at that time,
too?

Apparently so, yes.

The police considered that she and Jack
had conspired to do away with Amanda,

but in the event, they were able to
provide sound alibis.

Did the wife know of the affair?

There was no evidence that she did.

So her death was an accident, not
suicide?

That was the coroner's conclusion.

But if Jack was having an affair with
Ruth at the time of his wife's death,

didn't he come round with a
relationship?

Why did he marry Sarah?

I think that's a question we should put
to Ruth Dalbraith, don't you?

Dalbray, could we have a word?

Come in.

Dalbray, we've been making some
inquiries about your relationship with

McLean at the time his first wife died.

We're looking at the possibility that
someone else may have deliberately

administered the dangerously high dose
of insulin.

You're suggesting that I might have done
it?

We're not suggesting anything at the
moment.

But we need to know exactly what was
going on in his life, including his

relationship with you.

Sounds like you've already found out
what there is to know.

It's true, then.

You two did have an affair.

Yes.

It was very brief and very foolish.

When did the affair end?

Before Amanda died, and she knew nothing
of it. I'm positive of that.

Well, does Sarah know about it?

I've not told her.

I can't imagine Jack would either.

Oh, but I can see what you're implying.

That I might have had some kind of
lingering jealousy towards Sarah.

That I was so jealous, in fact, I'd be
prepared to kill Jack.

Well, you can believe that if you like,
but it's absolutely preposterous.

Mr. Briggs, can I ask who this is?

Jack's solicitor. He was due to call on
Sarah and explain about the inquest and

so on.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm really
rather busy.

That's interesting.

You mean about her affair with Jack?

No, about the guy in the car.

I'm not sure he's a solicitor.

I think I've seen him somewhere else
before.

Whereabouts?

I think it was the hospital, when I was
waiting for the results for post

-mortem.

Already had quite a few people after we
came to join the scheme.

I knew you wouldn't be disappointed.

So, device to keep it secret from Mr
Blaketon, then?

Yeah, but to be honest, I don't think
I'm going to bother any longer.

I'm already making money out of it.

Tim, who's the loser?

I wouldn't be too sure about that if I
was you.

So you know.

More than you might think.

How do you mean?

This cleaning gear of yours, What about
it?

It's all been nicked, every single box
of it.

Don't be ridiculous.

I was part of a massive consignment
stolen from a warehouse in Hull last

It was due to be shipped out to Holland,
but your friend Leonard, he got there

first. Now, if you don't believe me, you
can ask our ventress.

You've been stuffed, Vernon.

Well and truly stuffed.

Glenn, Jenny, what can we do for you?
Phil.

We just wondered if there was any news
yet.

Well?

We've had the syringe tested for
fingerprints.

The only ones on it were Jack's, which
meant he must have injected himself.

Well, I didn't doubt that anyway. Did
you?

No.

There's something else, isn't there?

I'm afraid there is.

We had tests done on the insulin bottle
that Jack was injecting himself from.

It's of a much greater strength than
that marked on the bottle.

Then somebody must have tampered with
it.

That's not what you think, is it?

You think he died because I made a
mistake.

Don't you?

Sarah McLean just phoned me.

She was about to leave for the inquest.
Wanted to know if there'd been any

developments.

Had to tell her about the insulin in the
syringe being of a different strength

to that in the bottle.

She would have heard that at the inquest
anyway, Sarge.

Yes, that's true.

She also volunteered that her solicitor
visited her at the house. I see.

Well, maybe I'm going mad.

Maybe I just imagined seeing that blog.

No, no, I think you should follow that
up. Why don't you go down there now and

see if you can find him?

Sarge. Bellamy, I'd like you to attend
the inquest. Keep me informed of any

developments.

It's disconnected.

It's obviously skedaddled.

What are we going to do?

I mean, if it's stolen, shouldn't we
tell the police?

So they find out I've been handling
stolen goods.

It's illegal, David.

We didn't know they were stolen.

Do you think that's going to make any
difference to Sergeant Merton?

The only thing for it is we've got to
get every box of cleaning goods back and

then get on to Alventris and hope he can
square it with whole police quietly so

Merton doesn't find out.

Yeah, but then people are going to want
their money back.

Then I'll have to give it them, won't I?

Right, you all ready?

As I'll ever be.

I feel as if I've been tried and found
guilty.

It's not you that's to blame, Liz.

Neither of you is to blame.

I'm sure the coroner will see that when
he's heard all the evidence.

I wish I could share your confidence,
Ben.

All you can both do is tell the truth,
Liz. That's what we have been doing.

This could be the end of both our
careers.

Oh, don't be silly. I'm being serious,
Ben.

Mrs. Winstanley's out.

Yeah, Mrs. Hackett and Mrs. Laidlaw are
out too.

Oh, blimey, this is going to take
forever.

Oh, well.

Let's try Mrs.

Abbott again.

Staplehurst Grange.

You all right, Mrs. McClane?

A bit nervous about going into the
witness stand.

You'll be fine.

Oh, Constable, I spoke to your sergeant
earlier.

He told me about the bottle containing
the wrong strength of insulin.

So I believe.

I was really shaken. I mean, I thought
Dr. Merrick was totally professional.

Well, she didn't actually dispense the
insulin herself.

But her pharmacist did.

I don't know what exactly has happened,
but one way or another, between them,

they've killed my husband.

Now, it's too soon for anybody to say
that, Mrs. McKlay. No, it isn't. It's

perfectly clear.

Excuse me.

Can you tell me your name, please?

Gareth.

Gareth Dodson.

I didn't see you at Sarah MacLean's
house the other night, did I?

I'm afraid I don't know anybody of that
name.

So you don't drive a blue Vauxhall,
then?

I mean, obviously I can find that out,
but it would be easier if you told me.

Well, yes, I do.

Then I think you were at Mrs MacLean's
house.

I'd like to tell me why.

That's none of your business.

I'm afraid it is.

I think you'd better come down to the
station and clarify a few things for us,

don't you?

I told Dr Merrick into the room and left
them alone.

That was the last time I saw him.

I left the house soon afterwards.

I'm afraid I'm not sure whether she was
still there, but I assumed she was.

I... spent the afternoon at the cottage.

The first I knew that anything was wrong
was when Sergeant Merton called to tell

me that Jack had been found dead.

Mr. McLean, you say, had been depressed
for some time.

Yes, but as I told the police, I find it
very hard to believe he committed

suicide.

I still do.

I believe there must be some other
reason for his death.

I'm sorry, I'm not sure there's much
more I can add.

Thank you, Mr Brace. You've been very
helpful.

I've got nothing to tell you.

Oh, I think there's a lot you can tell
us.

What exactly is your relationship with
Sarah McLean?

We're friends.

Close friends?

Just friends.

Were you friends with Jack as well?

No.

Did he know about your friendship with
his wife?

Are you trying to make some kind of
insinuation about my relationship with

Sarah? We're just trying to get to the
truth, Mr Dodson.

Why did Ruth claim that you were a
solicitor when, in fact, you're a lab

technician, actually, General?

Because...

I don't really know.

I think it's time the lying stopped on
you.

James, James, James, James.

How's it going, Vernon?

Oh, slowly, but we're getting there.

David, finish unloading the truck, will
you? There's a few more for you there,

aren't there?

Say thanks, but I'm not in a very
grateful mood.

Here.

Well, it was a cracking idea in theory,
Vernon.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah, so are we all. The only person
getting any satisfaction out of this is

Oscar Blaketon.

Apart from Slippery Leonard, of course.

See you then.

Vera and I have been seeing each other
for over a year.

She needed something.

Someone.

Jack was becoming more and more
impossible.

Depressed, demanding, drinking far too
much.

She had to do something.

And what exactly did she do?

She asked me if I knew of a way we could
get rid of him.

The insulin seemed the perfect solution.

I could get it from the hospital, after
all.

So she put the insulin that you provided
into one of Jack's own bottles.

Yes. Knowing that the next time he
injected himself, it would kill him.

The whole thing would probably have
worked if it hadn't been for her.

You mean Ruth?

She found out about our affair a couple
of months ago.

We had no idea.

But the night Jack died, she went to see
Sarah, confronted her, said

she knew about me and that we conspired
somehow or other together.

To get rid of him.

Sarah admitted it.

Ruth said she'd keep quiet.

But only if Sarah gave her a lot of
money once Probert had come through.

Well, she's not going to get it now.

Is she?

I spent the afternoon shopping.

I gave the police details of which
shops, and I believe they verified it.

Then I went home.

The police and Dr Merrick were already
there.

So ironic, when I think about it.

Jack thought she was an excellent
doctor, that she ran an excellent

both thought that.

How wrong can you be?

And yet she'll probably deny all
responsibility.

Or blame a pharmacist. Well, the
pharmacist to blame, all right, but the

ultimate responsibility is hers. You
killed him! You killed Jack!

Mrs. MacLean, please take some time to
compose yourself.

Sarah, it's not true.

Now, I don't have an explanation for
Jack's death, but I know I'm not

responsible for it. I don't believe you.

Sarah MacLean.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the
murder of your husband, Jack McLean.

It not applies to say anything unless
you wish to do so.

But what you say may be put in writing
and given in evidence.

Danny, I don't understand.

I'll explain later, Liz.

Come in.

Miss Dalbray!

You aren't going anywhere either.

We want to question you in relation to
an allegation of blackmail.

So, I think a toast is in order.

To Aidensfield's lovely GP.

And to her equally lovely pharmacist.

Both of whom could have been out of a
job, maybe even behind bars if it hadn't

been for you, Dennis.

Absolutely. Well, here's to all of us, I
say.

To many more happy years in the village.
Yes, to that. Cheers.

Sergeant Merton.

Mrs Winstanley.

I suppose you've heard all about it.

About what?

It's an absolute scandal.

He's made criminals out of the lot of
us.

Who has?

Him, Vernon.

I'll have another, please, Gina.

I'll get these. I'm not sure you're in a
position to.

You can say that again.

I'm absolutely skint.

You have got most of the gear back,
though, haven't you, Vernon?

All of it, as a matter of fact.

Apart from Mrs Wynne, Stanley. She was
out every time I went round.

Alventris has had a word with the police
in... Oh, they're not going to give you

any trouble, are they?

No. At least I ought to be grateful for
that.

I mean, Dennis Myrne had got hold of it.

Imagine the stink he'd have made.

So, are you going to do something about
it? A what?

Oh, I don't think you'll need to imagine
it, Vernon.

I think you're about to experience it
for real.

I think there's something out there that
can be laid at your door.

And this loss of memory is very
convenient.

That's amazing.

Bernard, I have seen the future.

And it's polypropylene
tetracarbohydrate.

Plastic wrapping.

It's going to make me a fortune.