All language subtitles for Heartbeat s17e23 Mixed Messages

R .B. Why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

R .B. Why does a love kiss stay in my
memory?

you later.

No, I'm not.

Deeper, you can't come with me. David,
call her back in, will you?

Deeper!

David!

Morning.

Doctor's here again?

Another of her bad nights, I'm afraid.

The painkillers just don't... Welcome to
touch it.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Mother, you too. You must be
exhausted.

You get used to it.

Morning, Dr. Pummel.

Morning, Mrs. Gray. How are you today?

Making a nuisance of myself with you.

I wouldn't say that.

Here we are then.

Different painkillers this time.

Let's see if they work.

Oh, thank you so much. You're very kind,
Doctor.

I'll be back in a minute. I just need to
have a word with the doctor. And then

we'll give you a bath, all right?

She still lives in wait, Doctor.

She says she feels nauseous most of the
time.

And I'm pretty sure it's the side
effects of the painkillers. That's why

changed them.

Well, shouldn't she at least have a
check -up?

Thelma's really worried.

Let's try the new prescription first.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, I think so.

I'm just bringing Mrs Grey her library
books.

I hope I've got the right ones.

Aw, Joe.

I didn't know you cared.

Uh -uh. It's not for you.

It's for my girlfriend.

I'd better get on.

I'll take those in.

I'm sure you don't want to see her in a
bath, girlfriend or not.

Hmm.

Oh, Reagan.

I told you we should wait for nurse.

You're hopeless.

Oh, come on, just... Oh, Thelma, let me
do it.

All right, ready?

Up we go.

Oh.

There you are.

Oh, thank you.

Just look at it.

The cheap of it. You could have knocked
me down with a feather.

The bricks.

some mouldy old fridge and this.

Absolutely disgusting.

Nobody's cleaned round that ewe bend for
years by the look of it.

Look, the thing is... Why would anybody
do this? We didn't hear a sound, did we,

David? No.

And I'm a very light sleeper, the
slightest thing, and I'm wide awake.

Could we just start at the beginning,
please? I wouldn't touch that, David.

don't know what's in there.

What's this?

Edited notepaper. This is it.

This is who did it.

Heston House. Yes, and I'm going round
there to give whoever lives there a

of my mind.

Just calm down, Mrs Armstrong.

Let's not go at it like a bullet a game.

I'm not, but I am going to... You're not
going to do anything.

You just leave this with me.

All right?

Al, have you heard of a place called
Heston House?

Heston House?

Oh, it's outside Ashfordly on the
Elstonby Road.

That bloke that used to sit on the bench
lives there.

For others, it is, isn't it? Right, you
lot, let's have those cry sheets and the

stuff.

Guys, if someone dumps a load of rubbish
onto someone else's property, what's

the legal position?

1958, letter act.

Look it up.

All I have here from you lot is natter,
natter, natter.

I hope it's about something useful.

Oh, yes, sir.

Very.

Jeff Lovelight. Who?

I don't think that's time to chance with
Dawn, but I'm not for sure.

Jeff, what have I been telling you? She
definitely likes you.

Oh, definitely.

All I need is something to throw the two
of you together and you'll be away.

Yes, but what?

Something will turn up.

Hey, Gav. Hey, where's Dawn and us?

She's over at the garage.

Doing what?

Reorganising the filing system. I tried
to stop her, but she wouldn't be

restrained. Anyway, I'm quite capable of
pouring a few drinks.

Joe Mason, I thought you were going to
get that rubbish shifted.

Yes, well... I've waited in all day,
stayed in specially.

I checked the address with Alf, but I
don't think it helps much. It belongs to

retired magistrate.

So? It's a bit of an unlikely culprit,
wouldn't you say?

Posh folks can break the law, just like
the rest of it.

And be filthy pigs.

Oh, the state of that toilet.

Honestly. Yeah, all right, there's no
need to go into all that again.

And as for breaking the law, I don't
think anyone has.

Oh? According to the Litter Act, it's
only illegal to dump stuff if it's in a

public open space.

Well, did you hear that?

I've never heard anything...

Uh,

no, look, Jeff, she's, uh, she's over at
the garage.

Hello, is this the garage?

Oh, yes, sorry, I'm the funeral plumber.

Sorry.

Oh, um, oh, hold on one sec, let me, um,
just, right.

Okay, let me let this down. Go on.

He's dead?

Did you like her primrose?

Yes. You are the best thing since life's
bread, of course.

Of course.

Ten more minutes if I had to spit
through. How handsome you are, how

such an asset.

There's no need to be jealous.

Carol, can I have a word?

Yeah, of course.

Upstairs. Right.

and this lady, she said, can we pick it
up tonight? I mean, tonight, I asked

you. I said it was too late. We'll do it
in the morning. Slow down, Dawn. Do

what? Pick up the body. She said she
couldn't bear to have it in the house

overnight. She's been really, really,
really upset. Dawn!

Dawn, what are you talking about?

Mrs. Gray.

Mrs. Gray?

Well, no, it was her daughter.

Mrs. Gray's dead.

No, no, you've got the wrong end of the
stick.

No, no, I haven't. Look, I've written it
all down.

Mrs. Elsie Gray, dead.

Oh, look.

Me and Carol were just there this
morning.

So when did the bleeding start?

I don't know.

I've just noticed it.

And it's bright red?

Yeah.

I'm not going into labour, am I?

I mean, I'm not due for another five
weeks.

It can't happen again, Carol.

Shh, just try to stay calm. It's
probably nothing, all right?

But we will need to get you into
hospital just to make sure.

Yeah, I'm OK.

I'll phone straight away.

Get some things together just in case
they need to keep you in.

Oh, you're not going to believe this.
Mrs. Griggs. Sorry, Joe.

Sorry, Benny. Can I use the phone?

We need an ambulance.

What's going on?

That's Regina.

Right, let's see who your consultant is.

Mr Roberts.

Good, good. I'll give him a call.

At this time of night?

I can't wait till the morning.

Is it that serious?

Let's just wait and see what the expert
says, shall we?

What do you

think it is?

I sent a preview.

Looks a bit like it.

Hey, don't let it get to you.

How is she?

We don't know yet.

I brought the car. I thought you might
need a lift home.

Thanks, but I'd better stay on, at least
until the obstetrician's made. I'll run

about, Jane. Don't worry.

No, no, I'll wait.

I'll be fine. You take as long as you
like.

Thanks.

Pleasure.

I was going to tell you about Mrs Grey.

I've got to get back to Gina. I can't
think about anything else.

Oh, OK. Sorry.

Hang on.

What about Mrs Grey?

She died. What?

Good.

And mother's blood pressure is?

120 over 73.

Excellent. Now, just have a little feel.
Tell me if it's tender there.

No.

And the blood loss is still slight?

Yes, sir.

Well, young lady, there's no immediate
cause for alarm.

We'll keep you in overnight and do an X
-ray in the morning, see what's going

on, shall we? Is that all right?

Get the radiologist to do a soft tissue
X -ray, will you? We need to locate the

placenta. Yes, sir.

Should the bleeding get any worse, give
me a call straight away.

See you in the morning, Mrs Bellamy.

Meanwhile... Try and get some sleep.

Why do I need an X -ray? Because you
could have something called placenta

previa, where the placenta gets into the
wrong position, blocks the birth canal.

If only it could, Gina. No -one's saying
that's what it is. What if it was?

Mr Roberts would probably have to do a
fever.

Is my baby going to die, Carol?

No, of course not.

Is anybody there?

What is it, Aunt Peg?

It's nothing.

Shut up, deeper.

Go to sleep.

This business with Gina, how serious is
it?

It's what Miss Roberts thinks it is,
very.

Could be life -threatening.

For the baby?

For both of them.

Poor Gina.

Thank goodness Chris is there.

At least to keep an eye on her. Yeah.

This business with Mrs Grey, that's all
a bit odd, isn't it?

I mean, surely you don't just suddenly
die of arthritis.

Maybe it was something else, a stroke or
something.

Poor Selma, though.

She'll be heartbroken.

It must have happened last night when
Deep was barking and you told her to

up. Yes, David.

Oh, I remember. I thought at the time
there must be something up.

Yes, so you keep saying. I thought
they'd left another toilet.

No, that's not a toilet. It's a bidet.

What? A bidet.

What's that for?

Don't ask. It's French.

Let's have a look what's in this sack.

Here you are.

That majesty.

Try it, fella, again. I knew it!

You must feel awfully bad, babe.

It was all so sudden, wasn't it?

What happened exactly?

I don't know.

A funeral?

Well, of course you do.

Dr. Thomas is here now.

I'll leave you and him to have a little
chat and I'll come back later.

Okay?

That was in a terrible state. What on
earth happened?

Was your grave seen fine in the morning?
Sorry, nurse, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I think you'll find it's all in the
death certificate.

Death certificate? What, it's been found
already?

Yes, yes.

If you'd excuse me. What, you mean it's
not going to be post -mortem?

No, not at all. It's all quite in order.
Well, so was it a stroke or...? No,

nothing like that.

Thelma is waiting. Excuse me.

Would you like a sedative?

You're my patient, too, as well as your
mother, little cat.

Eddie Carobber.

Look at it go on. It's all right. The
same bloke.

Again. Yes, but he's a... What is he,
Al? A retired magistrate. Well, I don't

care if he's the King of England.

If he thinks he can dump a fridge and a
toilet... Is it it? Is it?

The address found on the famous rubbish
heap? It most certainly is. And it's

happened again.

An ascot and a bidet this time. Go and
see what's going on.

But me?

Perhaps I've got a screen.

I thought I was looking at you.

No post -mortem? Are you sure? Yeah. Dr
Thomas found the death certificate

straight away last night.

So what was the cause of death?

He didn't say. He was in a hurry to talk
to Thelma.

Look, I was surprised too to start with,
but, I mean, he is one of the best

doctors in the district.

If he's happy, it must be all right.

Except that when a death is unexpected,
there's always a post -mortem.

Joe... The funeral's tomorrow.

Lovely coffin, eh?

Solid mahogany, brass handles.

Real quality.

Yeah, it should be for the price.

Well, nothing but the best for Mother.
That's what Thelma said.

Is this for Mrs. Gray? It is.

The Hanoverian.

Luckily, we had one in stock.

Um, Bernie, could I have a word?

I gather the funeral's tomorrow.

Aye. Why so soon?

Well, the daughter wanted to get it over
with. Why is there a problem?

It just seems a bit rushed, that's all.

You get to see the death certificate,
don't you?

What did Dr Thomas put on it?

What is this, idle curiosity or an
official inquiry?

I'm not sure yet.

General wasting.

I'm sorry?

That's what he said, General Wasting.

Well, my dear, good news.

We shan't be doing that Caesar this
morning, after all.

Oh, no, it's not. Not placenta previa,
no.

Everything is in a normal position,
which still leaves us with the problem

this bleeding.

You see, the other thing it could be,
Mrs Bellamy, is something called

placentae. which, in layman's terms, is
when the placenta starts to come away

from the uterine wall.

The bleeding is still getting less, is
it? More or less, Doctor.

And that's an excellent sign.

All the same, I think we ought to keep
you in a bit longer, just to play safe,

all right?

Yes, Doctor.

So far, so good, my dear.

He doesn't mean that, does he?

He knows there's something wrong.

He's just not sure what.

Nonsense. He's very hopeful.

I haven't felt my baby kick.

Not once this morning.

Stop worrying, Gina.

We listened to its heartbeat just a few
minutes ago.

It's fine.

Ta -da!

Lovely dog, thanks.

Oh, and I've got some cards as well.
I've got one from Bernie and one from

and Peggy.

It's good to see you, Gina.

I've been worried sick, Oscar.

General Waste, then?

What is it?

Well, it's just a kind of catch -all
phrase, meaning, I don't know, weight

or... Was Miss McGree losing weight?

Recently, yes, but Thelma and I talked
to Dr Thomas about it and he didn't

it was that bad.

I mean, she was thin, but... Not thin
enough to die of. I wouldn't have

so, no.

So why did he put on her death
certificate?

Oh, I suppose... Without having a post
-mortem?

Perhaps he was trying to spare Thelma's
feelings. I mean, you saw how upset she

was. Perhaps he thought the strain of
waiting for a post -mortem would have

too much for her. Right.

She did absolutely worship her mother,
Jo.

And he would have wanted to help her.

I mean, he's been their doctor for years
and years.

He's more like a family friend than
anything.

Are you thinking he helped Mrs Grey on
her way?

I don't know.

I won't be a minute.

She was a brave lady, your mother.

I never want her to complain.

I know she was in such pain.

The way you looked after her.

You were a wonderful daughter.

She told me so many times.

He must have had a real shock.

It's all been very sudden.

Yes.

I gather that Dr Thomas put general
wasting on the certificate.

As far as I know, that wouldn't cause a
sudden death.

So I thought that perhaps he put that
down as the cause of death to avoid a

-mortem, you know, to spare you the
extra stress.

What do you think?

I don't know.

perhaps your mother died of something
quite different.

When the doctor was here last night, did
he give your mother any kind of

treatment?

You know, pills or an injection or
anything?

I hope you won't go bothering Dr Thomas
with all this.

He's been so very good to us.

I can imagine.

You couldn't ask for a better doctor,
Mother used to say.

He's even mentioned her in her will.

She thought that highly of him.

Yes? Mr Carruthers? Yes.

Come along, I haven't got all day. What
do you need?

Well, it's about some sanitary
equipment.

Yes. But I don't suppose you put a
fridge, a nascot,

a toilet and a bidet?

On someone else's drive, have you?

I beg your pardon?

No.

No, I'm sure you haven't.

Sorry, I'll leave you in peace.

People die suddenly all the time, Mason.

Heart attacks, strokes.

Yeah, but it wasn't anything like that.

Dr. Thomas put down general wasting on
the certificate.

But he wasn't wasted. I mean, nothing
like.

That seems really odd.

Especially as I've just learnt that she
stands to gain from her will.

You're not suggesting that he did away
with her, I hope?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Mason.

Dr Thomas, the respected local GP of
many years standing, killing a patient

because he hopes to get something from
her will.

I think you're letting your imagination
run away with you.

All right.

Perhaps it was a mercy killing because
he felt sorry for Thelma.

Or perhaps... We just think there are
grounds to go to the coroner to suggest

post -mortem, that's all. Yes, but what
grounds?

Apart from Mason's wild suspicions.

The death just doesn't seem to add up.

I suppose that's the crux of the matter.

All right.

You may be right.

I'm not in a position to judge.

But the coroner is not going to go
against the views of a doctor like Dr

is he?

Not without proper medical backing.

And I'm afraid I don't think that your
opinion quite counts, nurse. I'm sorry.

That put me in a place.

Right, though. We need a doctor on our
side.

What about Chris Oakley?

Not a good idea.

I'll send him out. No, I'll do it.

No, he's more likely to agree if it's
done on a professional basis.

You know, a policeman to doctor.

Yeah.

Do you think?

Oh, this Mr. Carruthers said he hadn't
done it.

In no uncertain terms. Well, he would,
wouldn't he?

You should have.

Impressed him.

Oh, darn, Peggy. I'm sure Miss Younger
did his best.

That's right, David.

I did.

And Sergeant Miller says the only thing
to do now is to get rid of it yourself.

What?

Well, I've got living proof that he did
it.

It's all right. It's only a long load. I
don't mind moving it. You leave things

exactly as they are.

I've got plans for this little lot.

Can I have a word?

I'm a bit pushed.

It's about Dr Thomas.

Oh, yes?

Yeah, the thing is, Mrs Grey, a patient
of his, she died last night.

And I'm a bit puzzled as to why he
hasn't requested a post -mortem. Well,

provided the death was straightforward.

Yeah, well, it wasn't. That's the whole
point. It was sudden and unexpected.

We don't think the death certificate
makes a lot of sense.

Sorry, we?

Yeah, um, Carol and me.

We both saw Mrs Grey regularly.

Carol especially. She was around there
every day.

Because of death that Dr Thomas put
down.

Which was?

Something called a general wasting.

Which is a perfectly legitimate cause of
death. Not in this case. Not according

to Carol.

Something doesn't feel quite right,
Chris.

We've spoken to Sergeant Miller and he
says he can't do anything until he gets

second medical opinion.

And you're asking me to give one?

Well, just have a look at the medical
record.

See if Dr Thomas' diagnosis rings true.

He's a very senior doctor.

He's worked in this area for more than
30 years.

It's a question of medical etiquette.
Oh, I see.

Doctors sticking together. That's
predictable. It's just not done for

another doctor's case. It could threaten
my whole career.

Look, whatever he put on the
certificate, I'm sure he's right. I

help you. I'm sorry.

I'm just after the truth.

Think about it.

Right, listen, you lot. While Oscar's
out, can I tell you my big idea?

Yeah, go on, Dawn.

Well, you know it's his birthday coming
up soon. He's got no friends or family.

No friends?

He's got plenty of friends.

And a family.

Well, gone, anyway.

Well, he doesn't, does he? Anyway, what
I was thinking... Why not throw the

party?

I was just about to say that.

You are psychic.

Well, not really.

Geoff had the same idea yesterday.

Didn't you, Geoff?

Did I? You did.

Oh, yes.

Well, anyway... Hang on, when is his
birthday?

About three weeks.

Oh, I don't think so, Dawn, sorry.

It'd only be two weeks from when Gina's
baby's due. If all goes well, I really

don't think... Did you find Chris?

Yeah. And did you say he'd speak to
Miller?

No.

Bernie! Did I have a word?

When you laid out Mrs Grey, did anything
strike you? What do you mean?

Were there any signs of how she died?

Oh, well, that's between me and the
deceased, isn't it? As I said to Dr

Dr Oakley?

Why, he just rang asking the same
question. I don't know why you're all so

interested in poor old Mrs Grey.

David! What?

Oh, there you are.

Come on, chop, chop.

Get your clothes back on. We're off out.

Have you any idea where I might find
Chris Oakley?

Do you know what time it is?

I need another word.

Urgently.

Why did you ring Bernie Scripps?

Well, obviously it was about Mrs Grey,
but what did he tell you?

Look, Chris, if you know something,
now's the time to speak out. The

tomorrow. Okay.

After you've gone, I thought about what
you said.

And I looked up her notes. Not Dr
Thomas's, her notes here at the

clinic, and they mentioned various
symptoms, all from the last few months.

Which were?

Weight loss, hair loss, brittle nails,
itching, and a particular type of skin

pigmentation called raindrop skin.

I looked them up and... Well, then I
spoke to Bernie and asked him about the

state of the body.

Joe, I'm in a very awkward position.

You think she's been poisoned, don't
you?

The symptoms fit, that's all.

So you've got to speak to Sergeant
Miller.

I mean, what if I'm wrong?

A whole lot of disgusting stuff. And I
want to know who put it there. And I

it removed by lunchtime.

Or else I'll go straight to the chief
constable.

Oh, there he is, the young man who came
round.

Perhaps you can tell me who these
criminals are.

You certainly seem to know a great deal
about it.

All right, Mr Carruthers.

Constable Younger and I will be having a
chat later on. Just leave it to me.

I'm as concerned about this as you are.

Believe me.

Weatherby? Show the gentleman out.

Yes, Sarge. I'm warning you, if this
stuff isn't removed... Yes, sir, we'll

doing everything we can, sir. Rest
assured.

Sounds like the same rubbish that was
dumped at Peggy Armstrong's.

That must have been her, wasn't it?

It's the sort of daft thing that she'd
do.

Go and see her again, lad. Get her to
move it.

She'll never do that, Sarge. You know
how stubborn she is. Well, ask her

and if she refuses, then bring her in
and I'll ask her.

You'd better go too, Wetherby. You know
how Walker shouldn't get.

Dr Oakley.

I think we need to call in CID about Mrs
Grey -Sargent.

Dr Oakley has serious concerns about the
cause of death.

Coming home?

That's right, this afternoon.

Crack it, you know, I'd better get on.
Yeah.

Come on, Oscar.

Good news.

He's all right.

You're sure? You're not just saying
that? No, it was a false alarm.

First blood vessel in the cervix.

Sorry, I won't embarrass you. Just take
it from me. It was nothing serious.

Will the baby be all right?

Absolutely.

Believe me, Oscar, there really is
nothing to be worried about.

So you're telling us... I'm telling you,
reluctantly.

But I'm forced to agree with Constable
Mason and Nurse Cassidy that there

have been a post -mortem.

Because the death was sudden and
unexpected.

And because she recently had a number of
unexplained symptoms.

And because I got the impression that
the undertaker wasn't entirely happy

the state of the body.

Then there's the will business.

Dr. Tom has been mentioned in Mrs.
Gray's will.

So what are we saying, that this is a
suspicious death? Whether it's

or not is not the point. The point is it
hasn't been investigated properly.

Therefore, we should alert the coroner.
Exhumations need to be authorised by the

Home Secretary. It could take months. It
doesn't have to be exhumed. Mrs Grey

hasn't been buried yet. She's in a
chapel of rest until 11 o 'clock this

morning.

I think we should go ahead.

Let's do it.

You what?

Collect up all this filthy rubbish and
take it away. Not on your nelly. But

not his rubbish.

Oh, yes, it is.

And if he's denying it, he's telling
whoppers. Mr Carruthers is threatening

go to the chief constable.

Friends in high places.

People like him, they're all the same.
It's David and Goliath over again, isn't

it? Well, I'm sticking to my guns.

Right, I'll have to come and speak to
Sergeant Miller.

Oh, I see.

You're arresting me, are you?

Don't be ridiculous. Come on, then. Put
the handcuffs on.

Lock me up because somebody else has
done their rubbish and my drive.

Maggie, you're not being arrested.

David. David, look after everything for
me, will you?

I may be gone for some time.

I'm really sorry.

May we come in and explain?

We need to talk about the night she died
and about Dr Thomas.

We don't want to alarm you, Thelma, but
there's some questions we need to ask

him. Could we talk with you first?

No, I'm sorry.

OK, let's get the doctor in.

I think we've got enough anyway.

Oh, no.

Right, Mr Scripps. Doesn't matter.

It's just Aunt Peg's got herself into a
spot of bother.

Funeral's off.

What?

Well, what about the vicar?

I've just rung in. Well, and the grave.
We've already dug the grave.

Well, I know that.

Poor Fel, my goodness knows what she
must be feeling.

Flippin' heck.

So at least he'll give me some time to
help Aunt Peg.

Will you take a look at these for me?
No, we've got all this to deal with.

Mr Scripps, this is what we found on
that big heap of rubbish.

Now, I'm just sure that our place got
hold of the wrong end of the stick.

Mr Scripps, you're clever.

What do you think those are?

I don't know, do I?

Fructions of some sort.

Look, there's notepaper.

Diagrams for a heating system of some
sort, looks like.

From him to...

Well, doesn't say.

But you're right, she's got it all
wrong.

Your rubbish tipper ain't Caruthers,
it's whoever he's doing these drawings

Not today, thank you.

Oh, we just wanted to show you. You're
wasting your time, I've no wish to be

converted. Good day.

It's about the rubbish.

Floor?

Well, there ain't a floor in my
argument.

Oh, yes, there is, Peggy. And I spotted
it the minute David showed me these.

Yes, Mr. Carruthers' notepaper left on
my drive. With instructions from him to

someone else.

And there's someone else left the
letter, is that what you're saying?

we know his name.

As soon as we showed this to Mr
Carruthers, he remembered him.

It was Paul Piper.

Piper the plumber?

Oh, the very same. Paul Piper.

Now, that name rings a bell.

Didn't he do a job for us a few months
back? Yes, he did all that work up in

bathroom. And you didn't pay the bill,
and he got really angry. Yes, well... I

knew I'd seen that old toilet before.

It was ours.

It's the one he took out.

Ah, Dr Thomas.

This way, please.

So why exactly am I here?

Just to give a preliminary statement.

Before we have the post -mortem results,
that's a bit of a waste of time,

though, isn't it? We need to clear up a
few concerns, that's all.

I very well fire away.

You put general wasting down as the
cause of death.

That's avoiding a post -mortem. I was
not avoiding anything, young man.

I was stating a medical opinion.

Though not according to Dr Oakley. Dr
Oakley? No, what's he got to do with it?

Never mind that. Let's concentrate on
Mrs Gray.

She'd recently been complaining of a
number of symptoms, I believe.

Oh? Oh, come on, Doctor.

Nausea and weight loss for start.

Nurse Cassidy drew your attention to
them several times, yet you didn't

investigate. Because I didn't need to.

They were caused by the painkillers.

But there were other symptoms, weren't
there?

Not that I know of.

Hyperkeratosis of the palms of the
hands.

Range of appearance of the skin. Well,
side effects of the medication, I'm

Mrs Grey and her daughter were both your
patients, yes?

Of course. One had terrible arthritis
that was getting worse by the day. The

other was in an almost unbearable
situation of having to look after her.

hopeless state of affairs, wouldn't you
say? No, I would not, and quite frankly,

I'm not prepared to say anything
further.

Unlike Dr Oakley, I take loyalty to
patients and colleagues extremely

Did it ever occur to you that as their
doctor, you could put them both out of

their misery?

I beg your pardon?

I think you know what we're talking
about.

Especially when you consider Mrs Grey's
will.

What? And how you stood to benefit.

enough of this. Unless for some unknown
reason you're going to arrest me, I am

going to leave.

Dr. Thomas, please, sit down.

Hello. What can I do for you?

I killed a Mr Ventress.

I killed my mother.

Fly papers.

Dipped in her drinks.

Just one or two a day.

I knew they contained arsenic.

I thought if I did it slowly, no -one
would notice.

I didn't mean to kill her.

I just wanted somebody else to look
after her, not me.

And on the day she died?

I gave her a big dose.

I just wanted to hurry things up.

I didn't realise what it would do.

It was horrible.

I phoned Dr Thomas, but it was too late.

Did you tell him what you'd done?

She's robbed me of my life.

Thelma, did you tell Dr Thomas what
you'd done? I've done nothing.

No husband, no children, not even a job.

Devoted daughter.

That's what people said.

That's a joke.

I couldn't do it anymore.

I hated it.

I hated her. I don't think you mean
that.

Oh, yes, I do.

Oh, yes.

You can have it all back again. In your
bathroom, if you want. Just say the

word.

I fancy you dumping it at Mr Iron Mighty
Carruthers' place, though.

Time it is, eh? And if you'd have paid
me for the job when I sent the billing,

none of this would have happened, right?

So I want two pound extra for interest
on late payment. I'm paying you for the

work and not a penny more.

So clear off before I go and get me gun.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Once we suspected poisoning.

You naturally suspected me.

Did you know what Thelma was going to
do?

No, of course not.

Or what she'd done once she'd done it.

Dr Thomas.

When I reached the house that night, Mrs
Grey was already dead.

There was nothing I could do for her.

My duty then became to look after my
remaining patient, Thelma.

That doesn't answer my question.

And it doesn't have to.

My job is to do the best for my
patients, and I feel I've done that all

It's just a shame that a fine woman is
locked in a police cell.

Not such a fine woman, Doctor.

She killed her own mother.

All right, I understand that.

But when you've reached my age and seen
what I've seen...

you might be slower to reach judgment.

Did you speak to Gina about the party
idea?

Yeah, and she loved it. She said that we
could... Here they come.

Oh, welcome home, Gina.

Back safe and sound.

Oh, thanks,

everyone.

Am I glad to be back? We're glad to have
you back because it's not the same here

without you.

Thanks, David.

And no more rushing about, Doctor's
orders.

No, from now on, I am going to do
everything for you.

I gather Thelma Grey has been arrested
and that Dr Thomas had nothing to do

it. That's right.

So all this stuff about him being in her
will? Was irrelevant.

I was wrong.

But look at it this way.

Dr Thomas was innocent, so at least you
didn't shock a fellow doctor.

Maybe not, but I've had an extremely
sniffy note from him, and I'm afraid my

name will be mud from now on. You did
the right thing, though.

Going to the Father Miller.

Exactly.

Thanks.

Oh, love.

Oh, Peggy, did you see Mr Piper, then?
Yes, I did.

Stupid man.

Still, we won't be having any more
trouble from him.

Who is the man?

He's been making a nuisance of himself
with my wife.

Oh. Sorry.

Gina,

she's having the baby.

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