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

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?

Whip to your mind. Mum, we lost the
major order because you failed to pass

message on.

Beware if they've got no answer.

Helen!

Don't worry, Teresa, love. I can manage
without.

What if you need something?

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

That order would have made us.

So from now on, there's one phone that
stays downstairs where she can't get to

it, right?

Keys.

You have to be at Hallowell'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, but I've got to go.

Oh, Teresa does all the, what do you
call it, canvassing.

Finds the customers for Simon. She's
very good.

I'll do my best now. Have you got
everything you need?

I'll be fine, really.

Stop worrying.

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

What is it your son sells?

Twin tubs.

Not only do they do your washing for
you, but they wring it out much better

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 the 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.

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

What's reported theft?

Right. And, uh... Your name, sir?

Cartwright.

Cartwright. And your address?

Cartwright Farm.

Oh. You must be Young Rose's brothers,
then.

Aye, that's right.

And, uh, what's been stolen, Mr
Cartwright?

Strawberries.

Strawberries?

Aye, you know those little red things
that you eat with cream round this time

year?

Half a field stripped in the night.

Could it have been slugs?

What?

Well, they ate my auntie's spinach last
year.

Do you know, they'd all gone overnight.

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

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

Go on, then.

It's your case.

You have to take statements, visit the
scene of the crime.

Chop, chop.

My own case.

Oh, good morning.

Morning.

There.

Let them brighten your room up a bit.

They're lovely.

Teresa'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 call.

It's broken.

So silly. I knocked it off the table.

Simon's getting me a new one.

Oh, well, if it's all under way, 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 mine.

What?

He

didn't

see anyone acting suspicious.

It happened in the night.

Perhaps one of your neighbours heard
something.

I'll go and make

enquiry.

I've got...

the shop in, Betty.

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

Oh, and I've got some fruitcake.

Tea and fruitcake.

Yes, but if you hang around the waiting
room to see me after surgery, they'll

all think you've got 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.

Dr. Trent?

Mr. Braithwaite?

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

Is it urgent?

Very.

Sorry.

What happened?

Well, I got here and found her.

Would you like to go with her?

Yeah.

Hang on, what about Frieza? She's out.

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.

I don't know.

I should have stayed home.

There will have to be a post -mortem.

It was earlier than expected, and, well,
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, sir.

Both Morton Resort and Mrs Hackett.

Overdose. Her painkillers?

Yeah, suicide, apparently.

Well, it's not possible.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Seems it all got too much for her.

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

Well, it seems someone must have helped
her.

Yes. Was 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?

Well, there's no doubt she wanted to
die. It's just I got the impression she

talking about when the pain became
unbearable.

Not now.

Oh, is that David about?

You tell me. Probably taking a nap.

You're working too hard, that lad.
Chances be a fine thing. Keeps falling

asleep.

Something must be keeping him awake at
night.

Well, I can't imagine what.

Oh, here he is. Hey, wee willy -winky.

Answer the phone if it goes, will you?

And try and stop looking so dopey.

Oh, I'm shattered, Aunt Peggy.

It was all right for you speaking all
the way there and all the way back.

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

I 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.

Oh. All right.

But why's it all such a big secret,
then?

Listen.

Just because he believed in all this
hippie nonsense, we don't want folk to

think that we do.

So, not a word.

Understood?

You know a bit else. He says she killed
herself.

She was in such pain.

I'd put cross with her. I can't help,
can I?

I understand the medicine was kept
downstairs, out of reach.

Well, that's right, so... Just a minute.
Could she have taken the overdose on

her own, without help?

My mother's just died.

You know, first of all, you suggest she
took her own life, and now you're

accusing her, swat off, killing her.

I'm just trying to establish the facts,
Mr Hackett. Well, you can go and

establish your facts elsewhere, cos we
wouldn't have anything to do with that.

If, as you agree, the medicine was kept
downstairs where she couldn't get it,

somebody must have helped give her it.

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

Could anyone else have moved your
mother's medication?

Well, other 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 a thing. She'd helped Betty

to die.

I thought they took enough not to do
that sort of thing. You wait, I'll see

sent down for it. Let's just calm down,
show him, Mr Hackett. 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.

Well, of course, but couldn't this have
waited? I have patience.

Theresa Hackett said that she would help
her to die.

What?

Well, that's against everything I stand
for.

Did Mrs Hackett ask you?

Yes, and I explained there was no need.

And she actually said that 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.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

I've asked everywhere, but nobody heard
anything.

Right.

And I'm guessing no one will have heard
out 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.

Then perhaps you should be asking down
at the village, eh?

Not bothering folk who couldn't have
seen anything anyway.

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 suicide or murder, we do this
by the book.

I want you to get everybody in for an
interview.

I'll inform CID and the Medical
Executive Council.

Are you suggesting that I buy dodgy
strawberry?

It's a bit of a coincidence. I got them
off Tommy Davis, the green grocer. Same

as I always do.

Oh, 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!

Thanks, Oscar.

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

It gets everywhere.

Nightmare to get off your hands.

Everyone knows what you've been up to.

Is this really necessary?

Afraid so.

CID? Yep.

And I expect the executive council would
have heard by now.

Yeah. They won't take something like
this lightly.

I'll have to get on to the medical
defence union as soon as I get back.

It's just procedure.

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

We're going to check these prints
against the prints on the bottle.

My prints are on the bottle. 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 neighbours.

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.

Sorry, Hayes.

Betty thought the world of you.

And she was right.

As she always was.

David!

You found Mrs Hackett?

Well, I got back from the market. I knew
as soon as I saw 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, no.

Never.

And yet you were her closest friend?

Not that close.

The family.

The doctor.

Haven't you 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, 20

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... While I'm a

son, it was my duty.

And who was responsible for giving your
mother her medicine?

Teresa.

I didn't really have anything to do with
it, you know, the day -to -day care.

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

Did she perhaps suggest that 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 you 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.

I've only had to know what Dr Trent was
going to do.

Thank you very much. Roll up! Roll up!

First strawberries of the season.

Picked overnight for added fresh... No,
no, sorry, love. Can only let you have

the one. I've got to be fair to others
because I haven't got that many left.

Come on, men!

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 that can interest you in
some strawberries, ever? Not likely.

Oh, 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 lawful police in the line

duty, but I will not have you coming in
here. I'm sorry, Mr Davis, I'm sorry.

It's just that somebody's been stealing
strawberries from down at Cartwright

Farm.

Not just the odd one or two, either.

They've all done that, but lots.

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, eh?

I mean, you take old Bert there, sheep
farmer.

Marks his flock. We're rude.

That way, if they stray, he knows
exactly which it is. And should anyone

rustle them... Hey.

That's it.

What?

Thanks, Mr Davis.

You're welcome.

Can't be easy, watching someone in pain.

Suffering.

Knowing that 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.

But that's my job, to increase the
painkillers when needed until... The

dies from 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.

And if there are no further questions,
I'd like to get back for evening

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.

Oh, come on, Jeff, 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.

Ah, that's a good one, that.

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

Exactly. The thieves would 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.

And Teresa panicked.

She might have misunderstood.

That doesn't give her the right to say
that I killed Betty.

She's frightened that Simon's going to
blame her. And 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? Well, so let's just 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.

Come on.

It'll all be all right.

Trust me.

It'll just take some time to sort out.

Hello, Dr. Trent speaking.

Yes.

Was that...

I understand.

Yes, I will. Goodbye.

That was the executive council.

I've been suspended.

You okay?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Burley. You'll have to
go to Ashfordly.

Dr. Bradley will see you there.

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

Matt D. has Shiner on the phone.

Says we haven't heard any progress by
the end of the week he's taken over.

His money's on Dr Trenton's assisted
suicide and I'm inclined to agree.

Women look at things differently.

They tend to get swayed by emotion.

Not Helen.

Report on the fingerprints, Sarge.

Four sets of prints on the bottle.

Dr Trent, Simon and Teresa 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 kept in the kitchen cupboard,
he'd not find it hard to explain away.

As much as I like your theory,

it 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.

I'm a Federation rep. And your
Federation rep is at a conference. Get

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, though,
does it?

As soon as Miller gets 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 do this. Stand back and watch
them break her? She's completely

Look, 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 there, 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 did 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 were 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 nothing 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.

You didn't do anything.

Doesn't matter.

The suspicion will be enough.

Would you go to a doctor who might have
killed a patient?

The police will find out who really did
it.

You've got to trust them, Helen.

You've got to trust Rob.

Hi,

Simon.

I was very sorry to hear about your
mother.

Yeah, thanks.

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,
Mr Packett.

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

At the fingerprints.

Oh? What about them?

Well, your husband's prints were on the
bottle.

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

Said it was your job.

The bottle was in the cupboard.

By the whisky, Simon had the topmost
night. He may have touched it then.

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 that 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 will need to be
answered at some point, Mrs Hackett. 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.

Oh, that's rich.

You never even gave me the chance to say
goodbye to her.

I had nothing to do with it.

Look, I don't think it's just the right
place to be having this conversation.

No, you're right. I don't think any of
us should have to have a drink with the

woman who murdered my mother. Hey, hang
on. Look, I came in here to get away

from all this. Have a drink in peace.

Yeah, what a good idea, Simon.

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

emotions are running high, but it's down
to the law to 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 going to buy damaged goods.

Sorry. What are you checking them for,
anyway?

The batch got taken last night.

And you're looking for marks to show
where they come from? Like them sheep I

telling you about?

Yeah. You marked the strawberries?

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

I thought it might work, but I've
checked everywhere and they're all

Well, I never, eh?

Silly idea, I know.

We're out to the summit.

It's my first case, you see.

I don't know what to do next.

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

Perhaps if you caught the thieves
actually taking them.

Sticked out the field, you mean?

Sticked out a barn before.

Waste of time if you ask me.

Couldn't make or break you, you know,
lad.

You've seen how they do it in them
films.

Lie low, ta -da, wait for the kill, and
then pounce.

Then there's the car chase.

I've got a bike.

That's a push -by.

Well, it probably won't get to the car
chase.

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

the strawberries.

That'll do the trick, yeah.

Thanks.

Mr Brathwaite, 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.

What's going on?

Something happened?

A policeman's been here.

Asking questions about you.

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
would 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 killed herself
without doing that for me.

But the solicitors say that Simon gets
everything.

They've drawn up another will, but she
hasn't signed it. She hasn'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
stakeouts in your

time. How do you make them more
exciting?

You don't. They're dead boring. The
excitement comes with making the arrest.

makes the hanging around worth it. If
you don't catch the culprit, it's no

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.

Homemade jam, is it?

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

Alf called the solicitors and they
confirmed that they were due to meet

afternoon, but then had to reschedule.

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

And we know that 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 a few more 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 I should give him a call.

I want to make a complaint about police
harassment.

I'm sorry, Sarge, he just about asked.

The investigation of an alleged murder
can hardly be described as police

harassment, Mr. Hackett. Now, while you
are here, there are several questions we

would like to ask you.

Living with a sick old lady who held a
purse strings can't have been easy.

I may not have been the best son in the
world, 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.

Yeah, maybe she wasn't going to die soon
enough.

I love my mother.

And she began to get better on this new
medicine. You began to worry.

Nope. Get impatient.

Nope. And 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've no idea what you're
talking about.

When you look, there's no one there.

You're gonna find me out in the country.

Simon Hackett claims he knew nothing
about the world change. Andy has an

Why didn't the solicitor turn up?

They said that they spoke to Betty the
morning of her death 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.

There's more than one miss like it.

What are you doing now?

I'm waiting.

For the thieves.

You stick out like a sore thumb.

Aye, what you'll need's a disguise.

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

That'd be good.

No, wait.

I've got a much better idea.

No one will spot you now?

Ah, you'll catch them, no problem.

We should tell that sergeant of yours
what a grand job you've done. A real

Right.

Let's get him into position.

One, two, three.

Listen,

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

Well, you want to catch them, don't you?

Just imagine the look on that sergeant's
face.

Yes, but if they do come back, it's no
good me being up here, is it?

I'll need to give chase.

Well, just give us a shout when they're
in film.

And we'll run up and help.

OK.

OK.

Right, off to the pub, then.

Oh, blimey, not you again. Look, I've
told you. It's not you we've come to

Mr Hackett. It's your wife.

What are you going on about?

Someone had to have taken the call about
the change in the solicitor's

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 that 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. What I
want to know is why you haven't arrested

that doctor.

In light of new evidence, Mr Hackett.
Oh, come on, what evidence do you need?

She killed 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 says you 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 check on.
She was cutting you out of the will.

Hardly an act of gratitude.

After all you've done for her.

You had to stop her.

I had no choice.

How could she do it to us?

How could she?

You?

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.

And she was going to 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
the station.

We've charged your wife with murder, Mr
Hackett.

We've been detaining her all night, so
you might as well go home.

I'd advise you to contact your
solicitor.

I'll get on to CID.

How could she do this, do you reckon?

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

Well, 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... because 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 Teresa Hackett with
murder. She confessed.

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

That'll set tongues wagging.

Oh, 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

in business.

Two pints, please, Gina.

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

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

Is that all of your aunt, David?

That looks like the paint I lent PC
Younger.

I don't believe it.

It worked.

Ah, the strawberry thieves.

Hey, who 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?

Yeah, I have a little arrangement at
Lungton Farm.

Oh, not the hippie.

Yeah, that's right. Left, just over the
bridge on our way.

Right, just over the bridge, David.

No, he said left. He said left, right
over the bridge on...

Teresa's confessed to everything.

I'm off the hook.

Oh, Helen, that's fantastic news.

Isn't it, Fred?

I never believed it to the last.

I mean, neither... You must be relieved
your young lad is in the clear.

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

And, I mean, anybody could mix up the
right with the left.

Especially David.

There's a solution to this sticky
situation.

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

And yours.

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

Why? We still caught them.

Yeah, red -handed.

Speaking of Jeff, where is he?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Help!

Help me!

I don't want the reputation of my
station being ruined by a reckless

shouldn't be seeing each other.

What might an escaped prisoner on the
run do?

Where's Dr. Trent?

He's abducted her and smashed her throat
with a carving knife six or seven times

in a mad frenzy.