All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e15_seeds_of_destruction

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

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

He was a friend of mine.

His killing had no purpose, no reason.

Been busy in the garden, Harold?

You know damn well what I've been doing.
There's no need for that now.

No need?

No need?

I don't know what you're on about.

I've just buried my dog.

Sorry, Harold, but I don't see what
that's up to. Sorry, my eye.

You poisoned him, you... Just leave.

Evening, Al.

What's up with you?

Toothache. The dentist won't see me till
tomorrow.

Don't bother taking your coat off.

Why, what's happening?

Oh, Harold Beecham's on the warpath
again.

Over and out, Rob.

Oh, Sarge, Rob's had a report about a
disturbance over at Eltrink.

Major Beecham said about somebody's fan
with a spade. Not that man again.

Well, Rob's on his way over to calm him
down.

He doesn't need calming down. He needs
locking up.

Younger. Take the panda car.

Beecham's bark is worse than his bite,
sir. Yes, well, my eardrums have

quite enough of Mr Beecham's bark.

Make sure you get a caution, Younger, at
the very least.

Hiya. And where have you been?

Being the vicar.

Weddings don't organise themselves, you
know. I thought you were using the

registry office.

No. Why would you do that?

Well, Bellamy has been married before,
you know. I'm not sure he's allowed to

get married in church.

No. I never even thought to ask.

Good evening.

I rang up about bed and breakfast.

Tristram Johnston. Oh, yeah, of course.

Come and sign the book.

Quaint little place you have here.

Yes, well, we like it.

So is it on business or pleasure?

Working in the area for the BBC.

Oh? What is it you do?

I'm a researcher on Down Your Way.

Do you hear that, Oscar?

He works on down your way? Oh, aye.
Franklin Engleman. Good programme. On

home service, Gina. We call it Radio 4
now.

I have to look for places with enough
local interest.

Well, there's plenty of that round here.

Might end up on the radio, Oscar.

Oh, beautiful.

Stay there.

He was the best little gundog I ever
had. I had him since he was a pup.

He returned and I gave up shooting. But
he still had a damn good nose.

Now he's dead.

He had good innings.

Why did you do it? He was as fit as a
fiddle. For the last time, Harold, it

no to do with me.

What's going on here?

He killed my dog.

I did no such thing.

What?

What happened this time?

My dash is dead.

He picked up something in the garden
this morning. I didn't see what it was.

He came in licking his chops.

It must have been poisoned.

What makes you think it was Mr.
Parthlow?

No, he's always edited for my dog.

Gumbled every time you'd crossed his
garden.

Did you have anything to do with his dog
dying? Of course I didn't. Look, I

don't want any trouble.

Obviously the old boy's upset.

He'll calm down in a minute. Mr Beecham,
I've been told to caution you.

What for?

For conduct likely to cause a breach of
the peace.

Do you have your name and address?

No. Mr Beecham, I'm trying to caution
you.

Aye, so you said.

Well, that's how it works.

I ask you for your name and address and
you tell me.

Otherwise I could arrest you.

Shall we start again? Can I have your
name and address, please?

You know perfectly well who I am and
where I live, you useless twit.

Major Beach, I'm going to have to arrest
you now.

Geoff, Geoff, what's going on? He called
me a useless twit. He is a useless

twit. Now, that's enough.

I'm arresting you for conduct likely to
cause a breach of the peace and for

failing to give your name and address.

What is this, Frankie?

Ingle Nook.

Anyway... Franklin Engleman, David. He's
just down your way.

What does he do down there?

Well, he visits places, talks to people.

Doesn't sound very exciting.

Well, it is Radio 4, David.

My dad adores that programme.

Hey, do you think he could get on it?

They don't want farmers.

Someone like me in the heart of the
village, seeing everything that's going

Since when was your garage the heart of
the village, the local pub?

That's the natural starting point. No,
they want to get out in the countryside.

I could tell that Franklin Engleman a
few stories. The only stories you can

are likely to get you arrested.

No, you want stories about village life,
village people.

Ah, the man from the BBC.

I'll have a pint, please, landlord.

First one's on the house.

My dad, you're dying to meet you.

He doesn't want your show. He's never
seen you.

Fifteen years I had him.

Since he was a pup.

Look, I'm sorry it's come to this, Major
Beecher.

But there was no call to do what you
did.

It's not the first time, is it?

Well, I'm not going to be ordered about
by some witless young squirt.

If I think something's wrong, I'll damn
well say so.

Yes, well, my sergeant thinks you say it
a bit too often.

He'll need to see you in the morning.

Now, would you like to follow me,
please?

Not much choice, have I?

Not really, no.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

What's going on here?

Oh, we've got a researcher from down
your way stopping. They all think

going to get on the radio.

And are they?

No, but I am.

I've got a plan.

Have you?

Now, listen, did you remember to see the
vicar? Yeah, yeah, it's all sorted out.

Well, um, except... Except what?

Come through here.

It's just something Oscar mentioned.

Look, are we allowed to get married in
church?

What with you being married before?

The marriage to Debbie was big and
there's no other void.

Which means it doesn't count. A bit like
Oscar and his opinions.

That's a relief.

Debbie is in the path now and I refuse
to let that woman cause us any more

stress. Well, it's been enough of that
already, eh? I reckon that's what's made

you so ill.

You're right. I'm going to realise it's
wrong to bottle things up.

So, from now on in, me and you are going
to talk about things.

All right?

Yeah. And we need to start with what
happens after the wedding.

The reception, of course.

No, I was thinking about my job.

Police regulations and... And about not
being allowed to marry a licensee. Yeah.

I've been thinking about it and... Well,
I'm prepared to resign from the force.

I've just got to give them notice if I
do. Oh, Phil, I couldn't do that to you.

Look what happened last time.

Well, I'm not going to try and sell
double glazing this time.

I know how much your job means to you.

Well, there is another plan.

We could ask somebody to take over the
licence.

Like Oscar.

I'm not sure if he'd want to.

We could ask.

It's nothing, really. Just a slight
knocking sound. Oh, well, if you're

about the car, I'll take a look
tomorrow.

I can fix it for you.

No, no, no, I'll do it.

Courtesy of Scripps Funeral Services and
Garage.

That's awfully kind of you, but I think
it's all right, really.

The BBC look after us very well without
cars.

Yes, I'm sure they do.

It'll be my pleasure. I'll give you the
ones over. Our pleasure.

I work there too, you know.

Can't you sleep, Major Beecham?

My back's playing me up.

This bed's a bit hard for me.

Look, I may have gone a bit far, but
couldn't I go home?

After all...

I'm not liable to flee the country or
anything.

I'm sorry, Major Beecham, but I've
entered you in the charge sheet now.

I've got to wait till my sergeant can
discharge you in the morning.

Can I make you a cup of tea?

Oh, thank you. Any chance of an aspirin
or something?

I'll have a look what's in the first aid
kit.

Just a single, please.

Oh, you can manage that.

No, put your money away.

So we're all agreed then. We'll pick you
up after breakfast tomorrow and take

you on our special guided tour. We know
loads of places around here.

Sounds very interesting.

If you're sure you can spare the time.

It'll be our pleasure.

And yours as well, of course.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Very good.

You're in the doghouse, Oscar.

Oh, why? What for?

All them free drinks you were throwing
down Tristram. That comes out of my bar

accounts, you know. I'm just trying to
be friendly. You were just sucking up to

him hoping he'll get you on his show.

Look, I think it's important that the
people they interview are a credit to

village. Imagine the impression that
Peggy Armstrong or David would make.

You just want to be famous.

Oh, good morning,

Tristram. I hope you slept well.

I made you a nice cooked breakfast.

Hope you like your eggs fried.

Busy night?

Quiet as the grave.

Major Beecham's in the cells.

Just going to wake him.

You actually banged him up?

Yep.

Breach of the peace.

That's eternal.

Look, why don't you get yourself off
home?

I'll take him in a cup of tea.

Thanks,

Phil.

Wakey, wakey, Major Beecham.

Look up in peace.

Major.

What's up?

Thanks very much, Doctor.

Get Younger in here, now!

What's going on?

Death in custody.

Jeff, it's Phil. You need to get back
here fast.

Harold Beacom's dead.

Nellie, what have you done?

I was just forking off at Vegetable
Patch. Didn't know what I was doing.

Come on, let's get you into a chair,
quickly.

Morning, Tristram.

I'll take your car keys. All right, I'll
do it. I'd really rather you didn't.

Don't bother.

Let's be getting on with it.

Rosemary?

It seems the Crown Office is awaiting
for the coroner.

Show him through when he arrives, will
you, Walker? I don't know.

More than 20 years in the job. I've
never had a prisoner die on me yet.

Where is Junger?

On his way. Does he know?

Yes, Sarge.

I want to see him the minute he arrives.

How come he's dead?

When? We don't know.

Division are sending someone down to
take charge.

Look, did anything unusual happen last
night?

No. Nothing.

Well, Miller wants to see you right
away.

Right.

What were you doing gardening, anyway?

Last time I thought you could hardly
leave the house.

I've been much better since I stopped
taking them pills.

Ooh. You've got rheumatoid arthritis.

It's really dangerous for you to stop
taking your medication.

Well, I've not stopped.

The new doctor gave me some of his brown
medicine.

It works a treat.

Which new doctor?

What, you mean the locum that comes out
from Ashfordly? No, Dr... Lansbury, in

Eltring. Yeah.

Nice young man. Got a lovely manner.

Shut the door.

Is there anything you need to tell me?

Quickly?

No, Sergeant.

There's a man lying dead in one of my
cells and that's all you've got to say?

I didn't realise he died, Sergeant.

I did everything by the book.

Doing things by the book doesn't
normally lead to charges.

Charges? Yes.

Like manslaughter.

I don't know, Younger.

I always had you down for a decent
officer.

But let me make this clear.

If there is an ounce of blame laid at
your door for this, that will be the end

of your police career.

Come in.

Detective Sergeant Dawkins here.

Show it in.

I'll need to start with the body as it
was found and the officer who found it.

That was PC Bellamy.

Ask him to be honest with you, Walker.

Younger. Wait in the duty room.

Oh, not you as well. It's like
Piccadilly Circus in here this morning.

hand him over and then we'll be out of
your way. Well, if you mean our guest, I

think he might be a bit fragile this
morning.

That's the trouble with these posh folk.
No stamina.

Oh, come along.

You haven't forgotten, have you?

Forgotten what? Your guided tour. We're
taking you round all the sites. You've

drawn up a plan, haven't we, David?

Hark.

Well, uh, Jeff.

He's younger, been on duty overnight, so
I told him to get a phone.

He gave no indication that anything
untoward had happened?

No, he said all had been quiet.

And then what did you do?

Made a cup of tea and brought it through
here.

And when did you realise that the
prisoner was dead?

As soon as I touched him.

Did you attempt to revive him?

Just call out to Sarge.

It was obvious he'd been dead for some
hours.

Let's wait for a qualified medical
opinion, shall we?

OK, I've seen enough.

The body can be moved now.

Oh, and all a real mess.

Here we are, then.

The historic site of the Battle of
Aidensfield.

Civil war, you know.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah, David knows all about this
stuff. Born and bred in the village, he

was. Never been further than Filey.

I mean...

I don't recall a battle of aid in the
field in the Civil War. Oh, it's well

known hereabouts, isn't it, David?

David?

Yeah,

the posh ones in the uniforms, they were
all over that side and they had, like,

pikes and a cannon.

And who were they fighting?

Well, everyone else, really.

They were lads from Whitby, mostly.

And who won?

Oh, that's it. You see, nobody did.
Because Mr Ventress, he arrested

Yeah, he's nothing more than a punch -up
in a field. Mr Ventress.

Are you quite sure about this?

Yeah, I was there.

When did you last check on Major
Beecham?

6 .30 this morning.

I thought he was still asleep.

And you checked on him regularly through
the night? Every hour. It's on the

charge sheet.

So what's the last time you know he's
definitely alive?

About 10 .30.

He was complaining of backache, so I
gave him a cup of tea and... And?

I gave him a couple of ALFs pills.

I looked in the first aid box, but the
aspirin bottle was empty. You did what?

You gave him somebody else's medication.

Yes, but, I mean, they're just
painkillers. ALF's got toothache.

You didn't think to call the doctor?

It didn't seem that serious.

Well, it is now.

Where is Ventress?

These aren't labelled.

I think he's gone to the dentist,
Sergeant.

Oh, terrific.

We don't know what's in them.

We don't think those could have killed
him, do you?

Put it this way, Constable. You gave a
prisoner some medication. You don't know

what it was, and the prisoner
subsequently died.

Barnaby, phone Mrs Ventress.

If she's not home, phone round all the
dentists in the area. We have to find

out. We need to know what these are.

Walker,

get these to the pathologist.

We need some answers.

Quickly.

Mr. Lansbury.

Stephen Lansbury.

Can I help?

Mrs. Lansbury might be able to, yeah.

Oh, come inside.

Thanks.

Help me.

So, how can I help?

I'm puzzled. You see, um...

I'm a district nurse, but no -one's
mentioned to me about a new practice

up in the area.

I'm not a doctor.

You're not?

Then what are you?

I'm a herbalist.

But some of my patients regard you as a
doctor.

To some of them, I suppose I am, but I
never claim to be.

Even so, you're interfering with
treatments prescribed to them by the

I'm not interfering with them. People
come to me of their own free will and...

If I can help them, I do. How can it
help someone to undermine the medical

treatment they're receiving?

It's up to them.

Have you never heard of a second
opinion?

A second opinion comes from another
doctor.

Not in this case.

So what are these paintings exactly?

Long bolts, mostly.

You know, Vikings.

I didn't know Vikings went in for
figurative art much.

No, it's when we have this conch roll of
Norwegian students and we have to...

Oh, here we are.

Oh, good Lord.

It's surprisingly fair.

And this looks like a primitive sort of
horse and tart.

And what's that?

It's a book.

So we got all these out the same book.

It was called Transport Through the
Ages.

Oh!

Mr Greengrass, you was really cross with
me for copying that one out as well.

You mean you painted these?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

These Norwegian students, they wanted
something really exciting to look at,

so... David Lovie, can I have a word?

Have you been trained for this?

My grandmother was a herbalist.

And when she died recently, I decided to
take over her work. Carry on the family

tradition. But you've got no formal
qualification.

Isn't there a national institute for
herbalists? There is.

But I'm not a member.

I learnt everything I need to know from
my grandmother.

I'm not naive, you know. If somebody
comes to me with a serious condition,

tell them to go to the hospital.

I don't reject modern medicine.

Although it seems to reject people like
me.

So you've got no qualifications, but
you're still treating people who may

problems or diseases that you don't
recognise.

You're part of a system that won't let
me or people like me through the door.

We try to help, but you keep pushing us
away.

Doesn't it worry you, the amount of
knowledge that's been rejected by modern

medicine? There are alternatives to
conventional therapy.

Look, this is my grandmother's herbal.

There's centuries of knowledge in here.

Knowledge and practice.

But you don't know how it works.

Well, I think they have to allow us our
little secrets.

But the important thing is it does work.

And it works better than the latest
drugs your science has to offer.

But ultimately, we're all on the same
side.

I'm not on your side.

I stand for treatments that have been
rigorously tested and documented, that

understand and can monitor.

What you're doing is downright
dangerous.

I don't see why I should have to justify
myself to you.

My treatments have been just as
rigorously tested.

I know what I'm doing.

Where did you hear about me?

From Mrs. Neddon.

How's her arthritis?

Much better.

Exactly.

I've been thinking.

You know, when me and Phil get married,
I don't want them to give up the place.

So, what happens about the license,
then?

Well, we wondered.

If you'd take it on.

Yeah, I thought it might come to that.

I'm not sure, Gina.

It's a big commitment.

I'd still run the business.

It'd just be your name above the door.

I'll think about it.

OK.

Hey, and no giving him any more free
drinks.

Hiya, Tristan.

How have you gone on?

It was, er, almost interesting.

I bet you've worked up a nice appetite
out there in the fresh air.

So I made you my special steak and
kidney pudding.

I couldn't. Oh, it's complimentary.

We want you to go back and tell Mr
Engelman all about our Yorkshire

Go through to the snug.

Hey, do we get Yorkshire hospitality and
all?

Only if you pay for it.

The cause of death is multiple organ
failure.

But caused by poisoning.

Poisoning? The pathologist was quite
definite that he died from poisoning.

What sort of poison?

He can't tell yet. He sent the organs
away for specialist examination.

Any information on the pills PC Younger
gave him?

No. No, not yet.

He sent those away for analysis too. He
can't rule anything out. But if Alf was

taking them himself, they could hardly
have caused Hal's death.

The man was given tea and two pills.

He was perfectly all right up till then,
apart from being arrested quite

unnecessarily by a young constable who
was then left in charge of the place all

night. I'd say it's perfectly clear
what's happened here.

Hardly reflects well in your station,
wouldn't you say, Sergeant Miller?

What news on Vitron?

Well, he's still under anaesthetic, but
I've left a message for him to call us

as soon as the procedure's finished.

Have we contacted Beecham's next of kin?

We haven't found one yet.

Walker and I'll see if we can find
anything at his house.

Are we missing something here?

Harold says his dog was poisoned. Harold
Beecham said a lot of things. All the

same. Seems a bit of a coincidence,
Sarge.

The dog died almost the day before he
did.

There'd still be a connection.

What if it wasn't Al's pills?

If you want to dig it up, go ahead, but
I think it's a long shot.

Younger, go home.

As you're under investigation, I don't
want you in my station.

Right, Sergeant.

You sure you want to do this?

Not much else to go on, is there?

No, but I think you'll find this is a
dead end.

It's pretty obvious those pills caused
Beecham's death.

Yeah?

Is my car ready?

Oh, no, not quite.

I just wanted to have a word with you in
private.

Not anyone listening in.

Really?

It's about me dad.

He adores your programme.

Does he?

Oh, yes.

And I'd do anything to have you come
down my way.

Oh, sorry. I look really dirty.

I mean, I know I am, but people around
here, they're used to me.

Um, I have to go somewhere.

Well, I've got nothing on, I'll take
you. No.

Really? There's no need.

Oh, there you are.

It's in the boot of your car.

Thanks a bunch.

Well, I wrapped it up.

You find anything?

No indication of any family whatsoever.

He must have been a very lonely man.

No wonder he slipped when his dog died.

I'll take a look upstairs, eh?

Take a look in here.

What is it?

It's a funny place for bird watching.

Look, there's lists of dates and times.

Might look like car registration
numbers.

I hope they are. Friend Harold was
spying on his neighbours.

Harold, where have you been? We've been
leaving messages for you to call us

urgently. Of course, the panic.

Mr Ventress, those pills on your desk,
what are they?

Just APC, Sarge. And what exactly is
APC?

Yeah.

Aspirin, caffeine and, well, something
beginning with P.

What's all the fuss about?

Younger gave some to Harold Beecham in
the cells last night and he died.

Died? Oh, it couldn't have been the
pills, Sarge. I mean, they're just

you get from the chemist.

Well, that's for the toxicologist to
explain.

The fact remains that a man died in my
police station having been given a cup

tea and two pills.

Now, unless we are to blame the PG tips,
the pills are the normal suspect.

By taking the easy way out now. He was a
dead tripper.

One -way ticket, yeah.

Where are we going now?

Well, at the end of this track, there's
a mine.

And I think you should see it.

A mine?

Yeah. Is it safe?

Well, they've had their share of
accidents. You know, I'll show you where

the biggest happened.

Tinker's End, they call it. Oh, the old
shaft fell in. It was a terrible way to

go.

Yes. Come on, I'll take you to it and
then we'll have a really good look.

Do you know, I think I'd like to go back
to the village.

Oh, well, I'll drive you then. No, I'd
like to walk.

I'll walk with you.

No, I want to be alone.

Come on, we're living to see.

You go, I'm staying.

There's something that doesn't quite add
up here.

Like what?

We were called out because he smashed a
headlamp on somebody's van.

When I got here, they'd driven off. Why
didn't they stick around?

I don't know, Rob, but I have to get on.

Right, I'll catch you on.

Fine, I'll see you back at the station.

How are you getting on? Getting enough
material?

I just need a rest.

Peggy gets her clothes in. Gee, it's
very hard to get away. Yes.

Yes, it is.

I have to get away.

Do you want a lift?

Oh, please.

Can you drop me at the garage? Of course
I can. Jump in.

Thank you.

You've caused quite a stir in the
village, you know.

Have I?

Oh, yes. I don't think they're going to
let you go lightly.

Feeling all right?

I'll be fine.

Once I've got my car back.

my car back, please.

Oh, not just yet.

Why? What's wrong with it?

I haven't quite got to the bottom of it.
Then can I just take it now?

Not possible at the moment.

No. It'll take me most of tomorrow to
put it back together.

But I want to go.

You can't leave yet.

Bill, it's Rob.

Tell Miller we need to interview
Harold's neighbours right now.

Was that you, Tristram?

He must have gone straight upstairs.

Oh, baked him some fresh gums.

Do you think our plan's working?

Why, another evening with us, it'll be
putty in our hands.

The police, Mr Parslow.

It's really not convenient.

Open the door, Mr Parslow.

We'd like you to accompany us to the
station with reference to the unlawful

killing of deer.

It's just a few deer.

I'll do it for a friend.

And we'll need to talk to your friend.

Where do they come from?

I've never asked.

Strangely, I find that hard to believe.

Then go ahead and prove different.

We will, probably.

Eventually.

But first we need to talk to you about
more important things, like your

neighbour, Harold Beecham and his dog.

I didn't kill his dog, whatever he says.

Did it come into your garden a lot?

Time to time, it were a bit of a
nuisance, yeah.

Presumably it could smell the blood.

Must have been a permanent fixture
around your place.

It were an old dog. It probably just
died.

We have exhumed it for proper
examination.

Why all this fuss about a dead dog?

What's the miserable so -and -so been
saying?

If by that you mean Mr Harold Beecham, I
regret to have to inform you Mr Beecham

is dead.

He was poisoned.

Care to comment, Mr Parslow?

Oh, no.

You're not pinning that on me.

All right, I've put a bit of rat poison
out for the dog.

You admit that?

Yes, I did.

It were a right pest.

I'm beginning to draw attention.

But I'm not a murderer.

What do you think?

You're telling the truth.

Like I said to PC Walker, this isn't
relevant to what happened here.

I'm inclined to agree.

Back to square one.

Come on, Jeff.

My career's over.

Alf's pills were ordinary over -the
-counter stuff.

Harold must have been allergic.

You went to know that.

I keep thinking the summit I could have
done.

Maybe I should have gone into the cell
to check him.

You did what any of us would have done.

Look, Bellamy's right.

You mustn't blame yourself.

You know, all I ever wanted was to be a
policeman.

I don't know what I'm going to do with
my life.

You can't leave, yeah. But I want to go!

Another evening with us, it'll be putty
in our hands. Putty in our hands. Putty

in our hands.

So, have you had a chance to ask?

I did, yeah.

What do you say, Oscar?

He's thinking about it.

All right, you two.

I've thought.

And?

I'll be pleased to take over the
licence.

Thanks, Oscar. Thanks, Oscar.

You're a pal.

Don't worry, I'll still run the
business.

You'd better.

No sign of your special guest today,
then, eh? No, he's gone all funny. Said

he's not coming out of his room.

Everyone's fed up of waiting for him.

What do you want to talk to me about,
then?

Well, it's something and nothing.

There's a young man in Eltering who's
let himself up to the herbalist.

And some people are treating him like
he's a real doctor.

What, he's not saying he is one?

No, but he doesn't mind giving the
impression that he is.

Is he breaking the law?

Not if he's not saying he's a doctor.

What, you think he's some sort of fraud?

Not exactly.

He seems to be doing a few people some
good.

Even at an event, having to say it.

So what's the problem?

I'm just worried.

He's not properly trained or registered.

What if he gets something wrong?

Maybe he has already.

Yeah. I'm Detective Sergeant Dawson and
this is PC Walker.

Can we have a word?

If this is about the district nurse who
came round yesterday, what I'm doing is

perfectly legal.

I never said I was a doctor.

Let's leave that on one side for now.

Did you treat a patient named Harold
Beecham?

Well...

I really couldn't say, as a matter of
professional confidence.

I think you'll find that that applies to
actual professions, and as you've said,

you're not actually a doctor.

We are investigating a serious matter
here.

We do need to know.

Yes, I was treating him for a liver
complaint.

What with?

I'll have to check my notes.

Uh, Celandine.

Celandine. That's right.

Do you have any of this here?

I think I'm out of stock since I treated
him, but you can find it in any

hedgerow. Can I ask what this is all
about?

Major Beecham died two days ago.

The post -mortem indicates he was
poisoned.

We don't yet know what by.

Well, it can't have been that.

It says here, useful for jaundice,
eczema and torpid conditions of the

All the same, something killed him.

We'll be exploring all avenues.

Tristan?

You coming down for breakfast?

No, thanks.

I'm waiting for my car.

I heard the police round about Howard
Beecham.

The man I died in custody? Yeah, I was
treating him with saline.

According to the herbal.

According to your centre of the
practice.

Now, what's the problem?

Hearing what they've said, I'm scared.

From what you've told me, you might have
good reason to be. All my life I wanted

to be a doctor, and this is my last
chance. What if I've made a mistake?

You'd better come in.

Let me look it up in my pharmacology
book.

What did you mean by your last chance?

I went to medical school, but they threw
me out.

Why?

I lied about having a maths solo.

I could never do maths, but I so badly
wanted to do medicine.

So herbalism was the second choice?

Yeah, well, it's almost as good as being
a real doctor, and when they wouldn't

let me go down the conventional route,
it seemed like it was meant to be.

Here it is.

Chelidonium magis.

This isn't good.

What is it?

Isoquinoline alkaloids.

Toxicity level five.

Poisonous part, mainly roots.

Did he use the roots?

Symptoms, numbness, fainting and coma.

Highly toxic, maybe fatal if eaten.

Stephen, you've got to talk to the
police.

Tell them what happened.

Take the herbal, explain exactly what
you gave to Harold.

There may still be some other
explanation.

Yeah, you're right.

You're right, I'll... I'll go straight
away.

Just stay calm.

You need to be ready this afternoon.

Then you can leave.

Just stay calm.

You need to be ready this afternoon.

Then you can leave.

Has Stephen Lansbury been in yet?

No, should he have been?

He said he was coming straight here.

We looked up selandine in one of the
books. It can be highly toxic.

Is that definitely what he gave Harold?

Yeah. The symptoms can take up to 14
hours to appear and can result in coma

death. The backache he was experiencing
was probably his kidneys shutting down.

So presumably Harold took some of the
medicine on the day he died.

I want that young man arrested now.

With what charge? Murder?

It's not murder.

If I had my way, it'd be murder by
ignorance.

But you're right. Let's start with
actual bodily harm, shall we?

Where is he now?

You said he was coming here.

Let's bring him in.

I must have taken some things.

Hoth is very slow.

He's been looking at foxgloves.

Digitalis used in treating heart
conditions, but an overdose can be

We need to get him to a hospital fast.

I'll call an ambulance.

Is there anything we can do while we
wait? I can give him some atropine. It

should help regulate his heartbeat.

Help me get him in the recovery position
and get him on it.

It appears that Harold Beecham's death
was caused by a herbal remedy that had

not been correctly prepared.

Right, Sergeant.

So the pills you gave him are not to
blame.

So does that mean I'm in the clear?

No, it does not.

D .S. Dawson has still to complete the
report into this whole sorry business,

which is bound to reflect badly on you
and be a black mark against your record.

A man died while he was in your care.

Don't let it happen again.

No, Sergeant.

And try to learn something from this.

I think you let your emotion cloud your
judgment.

Did you have to arrest the man in the
first place?

Not really, Sergeant.

Then try to exercise better judgment in
future.

Off you go.

Am I back on duty?

Yes. Thank you, Sergeant.

Do you think he's going to make it?

His pulse is steady, so I think he's got
a reasonable chance.

What'll happen to him if he does?

He'll still be charged.

Does it cover the man's death?

What a waste of ambition.

He was desperate to work in medicine.

It's just a shame he didn't set his
sight a little lower.

I'd better go.

Are you going to take that with you?

Yeah. Good, because it seems pretty
dangerous stuff.

It's not quite that simple.

I suppose nothing ever is.

How do you mean?

Well, take Mrs. Nedden, for example.

We were treating her arthritis and she
was still suffering.

She started seeing Stephen and the
results were remarkable.

I have to admit, some of it clearly
worked.

It was in the paper.

Oh, Franklin Engelman is off to Whitby.

Well, of all the rank ingratitude.

So he was never going to come here?
Well, apparently not.

Looks like we've been hired.

You little liar!

You told me you were looking for places
for your programme to visit.

I was.

But he's going to Whitby.

That's right.

That's where I've been researching.

This was meant to be a rest after all
the work I've done.

Well, I thought you were coming here. I
never said that.

Now, can I have my keys, please?

If I'm not back in London tomorrow,
they'll come looking for me, so I won't

no for an answer after what's happened
here.

Here you are.

What do you mean, what's happened here?

You're all in it together.

I don't know what your plan was, but I'm
not staying a minute longer.

You stole my car. You and your
nymphomaniac assistant.

Nymphomaniac? What did you do to her? I
did nothing at all. Then she virtually

kidnapped me and tried to throw me down
an abandoned mine.

You were trying to poison me. And for
some reason, you've been masterminding

whole thing.

Me? Putty in your hands, you said.

Well, that's it.

I'm free of you all.

Never liked that programme anyway.

Do you get the feeling we're missing
something here?

A resident appears to have lost a
valuable piece of jewellery. You didn't

hear anything suspicious during the
night? You just took him on, did you?

you not ask for any references?

I'll fix the car.

Don't talk rubbish.

I'm from a decent family.

We're not used to answering the door to
the police.