All language subtitles for New Tricks - S04E02 - God s Waiting Room

Now, give this one a chance.
Try to keep an open mind, okay?

I can manage.

Fine.

Oh!

All rooms are en suite and
have wheelchair access.

There's a nurse on duty 24 hours
to ensure 'round-the-clock care.

Looks great.

Better than all the others
we've seen, eh, Mum?

- Do you allow pets?
- I'm afraid not.

Oh, dear. That's a problem.

No, it isn't. You hate pets.

You flushed my
goldfish down the toilet.

And I know how that
feels now, don't I?

And a sun terrace

where residents can
relax, weather permitting.

Enjoy afternoon tea.

They're all so old. Isn't
there anyone my age?

I think you'll find a
young-at-heart attitude

in most of our residents.

It's something
we try to promote.

Along with regular activities.
Bingo, music recitals.

It's all in our brochure.

Except the bit about making
us pay through the nose for it.

We try to minimize
costs, naturally.

Especially the food.

His dog gets better
food than we do.

He doesn't eat filet mignon,
Leonard, that's for certain.

In fact, our
gourmet-meals service

has won various awards...

As Mr. Casey here well knows,

having lived here longer
than any other resident.

You call this living?

What do you think
Maggie would have said?

Let's move along, shall we?

That's right... Pretend
it never happened.

Maggie Newley.

A former resident.
She committed suicide.

It was all very sad.

Sad for business, he means.

Maggie didn't commit suicide.

Somebody murdered her.

You won't find
that in the brochure.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

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Maggie Newley. 72 years old.

She was a resident

at the Whitemead care
home for the elderly.

Don't tell us... She
died of boredom.

Drug overdose.

The autopsy revealed a lethal
amount of tramadol in her body.

Tramadol?

Yeah, it's a
morphine-based painkiller.

Which Maggie was
prescribed for her arthritis.

However, when
it's taken in excess,

it has the effect
of shutting down

the entire respiratory system.

So the question is...

Did she jump, or was she pushed?

Exactly.

Now, the original
police investigation

found insufficient evidence to
support any definite conclusion.

Nah. She topped herself.

So would I if I ever ended
up in one of those places.

Absolutely. Concrete
coffins, the lot of them.

Actually, I've heard some
of them are very good.

Especially if you
need full-time care.

Mm, that's what psychiatric
social workers tell you.

And relatives.

It saves them the hassle
of having to look after you.

Well, it's good you're
all keeping an open mind.

Well, it only
happened last year.

It's still unsolved, isn't it? I
think we should check it out.

We've already got
a case on the go.

Yeah, but when forensics

match the blood to
Gillespie, then we're done.

You are still
chasing that, right?

Should get the results tomorrow.

Okay.

Well, let's dig
into this until then

and see if it's something
worth taking to Strickland.

You mean this
didn't come from him?

Then why are we bothering?
He's never gonna sanction this.

Yeah, what's so important

about this one all of a sudden?

My mother has decided
that she wants to live there.

And I need to make sure
it's safe before she moves in.

Ohh.

You're crossing the line
here. You know that, don't you?

I'm reviewing a
case, that's all.

There's no breach
of protocol in that.

If you don't want to come
with me, fine. I'll go by myself.

Sandra.

She can't cope on
her own anymore.

She's had to stay with me,
but I can't nurse her full time.

She needs somewhere
more permanent.

Why? What's wrong with her?

Do you want a list?

It's funny, isn't it?

You don't think of
her as having a mum.

Everyone's got a mum.

Well, not alive.

Or a dad, come to that.

Not anymore.

Detective Inspector
Gordon Pullman.

Commendation for bravery, 1973.

Died, 1975, while
still in the job.

It's a miracle you ever got
hold of a bird, do you know that?

- Unlike you, eh, Gerry?
- Hey!

Still shagging
for England, I bet.

Hello, mate. How are
you? Thanks for coming.

Brian Lane, D.S. Dougie Taylor.

Good of you to come
and speak with us.

Not a problem.

Come on, come on. Sit down.

Yeah. Me and Gerry
go back a long way.

Best governor I ever had.

Yeah. Good old days, eh?

So how come you want to talk
with this pensioner case, then?

I thought UCOS only
investigated old crimes.

So it was a crime, then?

Not in my book.

Maggie Newley killed herself.

Probably accidentally, but,
uh, how do you prove that?

Especially when her relatives
are screaming it's a murder.

That son of hers
put you up to this?

He's a right pain in
the ass, that bloke was.

The investigation was a farce.

No one cared about the
truth, least of all the home.

And the police
weren't far behind.

- Daniel.
- What?

Someone gave her that
overdose deliberately.

What makes you so sure of that?

Because she was a Christian,
and for her, suicide was a sin.

Might she have got confused
over the amount of pills she'd taken?

She could finish
The Times crossword

in less than 20 minutes.

Can you do that?

I'm more of a
Telegraph man, myself.

Look, her medication was
kept in a locked cabinet.

There were only two keys,
and the nurse had one.

You have heard of
Dr. Shipman, I take it.

Yeah, we looked into the
nurse. Uh, Fiona Fielding.

I couldn't see it, myself.

10 years' service.
Impeccable record.

Where's the motive?

According to your report,

there was a spare
key to the drugs cabinet

in the main office.

So, in theory, any one
of the staff or residents

had access to it.

Yeah. Including Maggie.

Perhaps she just
needed an extra stash

in case, you know, the
arthritis got too much.

Perhaps she was
just trying to end it all.

Unlikely, though.

Given the file also says she
was planning a spring wedding.

Well, I wasn't thrilled
when she announced it.

Had 43 years
married to my father,

and suddenly she's in
love with someone else.

His name's Leonard Casey.
He's a resident at the home.

- Yeah, I've met Leonard.
- She was so excited.

It was all she could talk
about whenever we visited.

Kept showing us
her engagement ring.

The ring that was stolen?

She'd been telling me for
weeks there was a thief there,

that things had gone missing.

We complained to the home,

but they said they'd
sacked a cleaner

and the stealing had stopped.

And now she's dead.

Look, they hadn't sacked
any cleaner, all right?

They just said
that to shut him up

'cause the person doing the
nicking was his bloody mother.

- Maggie Newley was the thief?
- Yeah.

Yeah, apparently she
was a bit of a klepto.

Manager kept finding
stuff in her room.

But I told you, her
mind was going.

So she stole her
own engagement ring?

That's quite a trick
when you're dead.

It still doesn't mean to say
she was murdered, does it?

I mean, somebody could
have taken it the next day

when they found the corpse.

"They" being the
manager, Colin Meadows,

and her fiancé, Leonard?

Yeah. Yeah. Plus half
the other residents there.

You know, I mean you got
to remember, at the time,

this was just considered
natural causes.

We're not talking about a
closed crime scene here.

Beside, it wasn't
worth a lot, was it?

I mean, what,
couple of grand, tops?

That's quite a lot
to some people.

So you never found who took it?

No.

No, I was thinking of
conducting a strip search,

but I thought
I'd give it a miss.

Look, did I bust a gut on this?

No, I didn't.

I had no forensics.

I had no leads

and a stack of other
cases that were building up.

One of them was a serial
rapist. Now, come on, fellas.

Where are you gonna
put your energies, yeah?

This is just a case of
accidental overdose.

Let's not make this into
something it isn't, please.

Okay.

Yeah, well, thanks
for your time.

No.

No, I'm telling
you now, all right?

Just... Just back off. Okay?

You lot are getting quite a
reputation, aren't you, eh?

A reputation for
making the rest of us

look like a piece of shite.

Now, I'm warning you.
Don't piss in my porridge.

Yeah, right. We'll
bear that in mind.

Gerry. Please.

My governor, he hates
me at the moment.

Don't give him this to beat
me up with as well, please.

Dougie, you used to work
a case till you dropped.

What happened?

I got old.

No.

There's no such thing.

We got this from
Maggie Newley's son.

It was filmed at the home
a week before she died.

We love it.

Yes, we love it.

Well, she doesn't
look like a woman

who's about to commit suicide.

Esther always wanted me
and her to dance like that.

Well, it's easy.

You just grab 'em,
spin 'em, twirl 'em.

Gerry, stop it!

Working hard, I see.

Uh, yes, sir.

We're... We're
looking at a new case.

It's something I need to
talk to you about, actually.

Maggie Newley, perhaps?

Whitemead Residential Home?

Let's take this opportunity

to review our unit's
guidelines, shall we?

No, don't sit down.

I've just received a call from
a Detective Sergeant Taylor.

Oh, shit.

He's wondering
what UCOS are doing

encroaching on his
still-active investigation

into Maggie Newley's death.

Still active?

When I phoned him, he couldn't
even remember her name.

You are aware of UCOS's remit?

- Yes, sir, of course.
- You look at cold cases.

You do not interfere
in anything ongoing.

Sir, this case was left
open on file by the coroner.

That doesn't preclude
that a conscientious officer

might still be working on it.

No, but I checked,

and I couldn't find
anything that led to that.

Was there any new
evidence or circumstances

to prompt your
sudden involvement?

Not as such.

But there could be
a competency issue.

Don't you mean a domestic one?

Sandra, I'm deeply sympathetic
to your mother's poor health.

Sir, I told you
that in confidence

in case I needed time off.

So you're not using
valuable police resources

to try to remedy your
private problems?

I did warn her.

No, sir. Maggie
Newley was murdered.

I'm sure of it.

Well, then, let
D.S. Taylor prove it.

It's not your concern.

Just ask your mother to
choose a different home.

Oh, hi.

I've spoken to the estate agent.
I've had an offer on the house.

Stop it. Just stop it. We're
not doing this anymore.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Once it's sold,
then I can pay...

You're not moving
into that home,

and that's an
end of it, all right?

- Have you had a bad day, Sandra?
- Oh, yes.

I have had the shittiest
day possible, thanks to you,

and I am not gonna repeat it!

I have had to stand
in front of my boss,

feeling humiliated by the fact

that everything he was
accusing me of is true.

What have you done?

Aside from jeopardizing
my career, you mean,

and laying my job on the line

so I can stupidly try and
prove to you that I care?

Yes, it's all about
you, isn't it, Sandra,

and your precious career?

You're just like your father.

- Oh, for goodness' sake.
- Why are you doing this?

Well, you said yourself

it's better than all the
other places we saw.

Bollocks! Why really?

Is it... Is it some
kind of payback, is it?

Revenge for the fact

that I haven't phoned
or visited you enough?

You can be very
childish at times.

Oh, and insisting on going here,

to this place where
someone was murdered,

that's maturity, is it?

- Don't know that for sure.
- I do.

I am certain of it!

So you are not
moving into a place

when the person who
did it is probably still there!

And this means
you care, does it?

No, no.

No, it means I'm
selfish, just like you said.

Because if anybody's gonna
have the pleasure of murdering you,

then it bloody well
deserves to be me!

Well, we've got to do something.

If neither Strickland
or her mum'll budge,

well, they've got her balls
in a kebab, haven't they?

A kebab?

Yeah, I'm hungry. But
you know what I mean.

We've got to be able to
help her out somehow.

Well, we could always

investigate the
case unofficially.

Yeah, there's a point.
Strickland needn't know.

He will when the home complains.

They won't want
this thing reopened.

Well, what if they
don't know either?

We could go in undercover,
work the case from the inside.

Ah, that's brilliant.

Yeah, Jack goes
in as a resident...

Hang on, hang on.

What do you mean,
Jack can go in?

Any one of us
would fit in there.

Don't flatter yourselves.

All right. Brian, then.

No.

But you've done
undercover work before.

I'm a married man,
Gerry. I can't go in there.

Esther was very
unsettled last time.

No, it's got to be one of you.

Well, it can't be me.

I've got to play
the upset relative

taking his poor old
dad into a home.

His dad? You couldn't
pass for my son.

It's more believable
than the other way 'round.

Look, look, look. You
go in, and I can visit you.

But at the same time,

I can be talking to the
staff and the residents.

Be your liaison on the
outside. It's perfect, Jack.

You're taking the piss!

All right, then,
I tell you what.

You and I can
toss for it, right?

Whoever loses goes in.

Now, now, now, hold
on. Hold on a minute.

Who's gonna pay for all this?

We can't just charge
it to Strickland.

Yeah, that's a point.

Gonna have to stump up
a load of wedge, aren't we?

I mean, how much
are we talking about?

These places cost a
fortune, even split three ways.

But I'll tell you what, Gerry.

You agree to go in,
and I'll pay your share.

How's that?

Jack, it's got to be an OAP.

All right, all right. Spin it.

Heads.

You can't decide a thing
like this on the toss of a coin.

Sorry, Gerry.

Oh, well. Maybe you can.

You pay for him.

Ha ha ha!

All right, Granddad?

Daddy.

Bollocks!

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry.

About the house.

What do you mean?

Selling the house.

You must have been
relying on it as an inheritance.

No, course not.

It's galling, I know,

using it to pay for
my own survival.

But I'm sure there'll
be something left.

- I don't rely on anything.
- No.

That's your greatest
strength, isn't it, Sandra?

Your father's too.

Actually, I learned
that from you.

Hi, Jack. What is it?

Well, can't it
wait till tomorrow?

All right. Okay.

- I've got you, Mum.
- Oh, no.

I've got you.

I've got you.

So, what's actually
wrong with her?

Ménières disease.

Ooh, that can be
nasty, can that.

Excessive fluid
in the inner ear.

Makes you go all dizzy.
Then you vomit and fall over.

Call if you need anything.

How's she feeling?

Better. She just needs to rest.

And what about you?

Right. Undercover.

And who's stupid idea was that?

His.

We thought you'd jump at
it. It solves all your problems.

Really?

Okay. So, what
do I tell Strickland?

That we're working
on the Gillespie case.

There's been complications.

Then Jack takes leave and
moves straight into the home.

Provided they've got a
place for me, of course.

Actually, that
wouldn't be a problem

because they've been desperate
for people since the incident.

See, I told you.

So, what if you do find
something out? What then?

We can't use the
information, because...

We've sussed that
as well. Dougie Taylor.

What do you mean?

Well, he's told Strickland
that he's still investigating it.

Like hell he is.

No.

Look, we get a result,
we give him the evidence,

and let him make the arrest.

And why would he
agree to do that?

Because he needs it.

Believe me, if we
give him any credit,

he'll grab it with both hands.

It's win-win for everybody.

No. No. It's out
of the question.

Strickland's ordered us off
the case, so my hands are tied.

I'm sorry.

Oh, well.

Course, if you lot
had any sense at all,

then you wouldn't have told me.

You'd have just gone
straight ahead and done it.

They can't charge you lot
with insubordination, can they?

No.

Matilda?

Is that you?

Oh, it is you.

Esther...

Oh. Hello.

This is Simon Hall, Brian.
His father's a D.I. Hall.

D.I. Martin Hall.

Captain of the Metropolitan
Police sprint relay team,

1979 to '83.

I knew he'd taken it!

He had. I'm sorry.

But he's asked me
to give it you back.

I was the best
rider on that team...

Which undermined his
leadership authority...

So he engineered my removal,

first with a
whispering campaign,

then by nicking my bike.

When I accused him publicly,
they threw me out of the squad.

Said I was being paranoid.

He has asked to pass
on his sincere apologies.

Well, tell him he can
stick his apologies.

- Brian!
- No!

I loved that bike and the sport,

and he's ruined
them both for me.

I'm sorry, I know he's your
father, but it has to be said...

He's an odious man.

- Brian!
- Odious.

D.I. Hall's got throat cancer.

He's in hospital.

Otherwise, he'd
have come himself.

He's truly sorry, Mr. Lane.

I'm requesting some leave.

Personal reasons.

I'd like a week off,
effective immediately.

And we're requesting this item.

It's to aid with our inquiries.

Into the Gillespie case.

Have we heard from forensics?

- Well...
- No, not yet.

Uh, paperwork's gone astray.

So we thought we
better use the time wisely.

Yeah, to look at the evidence,
tie up a few loose ends.

Okay, I'll get you this item.

And, Jack, yeah, you
can take the week off.

As long as you're careful.

Anything else?

No, no.

Thank you.

It's only for a few days. I'll
be back before you know it.

Yes, I know we swore we'd never
set foot in one of those places.

But don't worry.

I'll make sure I'm safe.

See you soon.

There you go. The Bates Motel.

Just don't take a shower, eh?

Morning. This is my
father, Jack Halford.

Ah, welcome to
Whitemead, Mr. Halford.

I'm Colin Meadows,
the manager here.

- May I give you a hand?
- I'm fine, thank you.

You're not gonna get any
friends by being grumpy.

Come on. Turn that
frown upside down.

Dr. Brian Lane.

I'm Mr. Halford's
Reiki practitioner.

I'll need to speak
with your medical staff.

Um, yes, of course.

I'll take you to Nurse
Fielding right away.

Mr. Halford, this
way to the lift.

I'll show you to your room.

See? I told you I
could pass as your son.

Oh!

Sorry.

High blood pressure.
Tachycardia.

Gout?

Interesting.

Does he have
arthritis as a result?

The odd twinge to
the knee, yes. Why?

There's no pain relief
on his medication list.

Has he considered tramadol?

- Tramadol?
- Yes.

A lot of the
residents here use it.

It's very effective.

No. No.

Most Reiki masters advocate

a less chemical approach
to pain management.

In fact, I've designed

a daily attunement and
massage regime for Mr. Halford

which helps to minimize
inflammation to the knee joints.

That's very impressive.

Perhaps I could
observe your technique.

Mr. Halford wouldn't
pay me what he does

if everyone could
do it, now, would he?

Oh, oh, oh.

- Here. Here's the mobile.
- Oh, right.

In case a thief
is lurking about.

And here's a designer watch.

Now, if anybody asks,

that's a 1,000 quids'
worth of timekeeping there.

How much was it really?

A fiver off a market
stall in Thailand.

But it was a present from
my daughter, so I want it back.

All right.

- Hello.
- May I come in?

Yeah, of course you
can, my love, yeah.

I'm Gerry, and this
is my father, Jack.

Pru Sanders.

I live at Number 5 opposite.

I've brought you a
little welcome present.

Well, it's not much.

But I have got a kettle
on if you'd like a cup of tea.

Oh, he'd love one! Wouldn't you?

Isn't that a lovely
gesture, Daddy?

Yes. I've got to unpack.

Nah, you've got
loads of time for that.

You can do it later.

Remember what the doctor said...

Carpe diem. Seize the day.

And the biscuit.

So you warm the pot
up. He'll be right over.

Actually I have quite
a selection of teas.

I order them especially.

There'll be some
you've never heard of.

But that's half
the fun, isn't it?

Trying something new.

See you in a minute.

- Delicious!
- Thank you.

Nice, eh?

That murderer
we're looking for...

Yeah?

I think it's going to be me.

Our group's over there.

We're quite a fun lot, really.

Everybody, this is Jack
Halford, a new arrival.

- Hi, Jack.
- Hello, Jack.

Did she allow you to unpack

or grab you before you
came through the door?

By the way, if she offered
you tea and biscuits,

it means she wants to have sex.

It does not mean that.

Oh, no, no. No, I always forget.

It's Alice here.

Someone once told
Leonard he was amusing,

and unfortunately
he believed them.

Now, watch Frank.

He pretends he's got Parkinson's

so that he can
look at the cards.

All lies.

Now, it's straight draw poker.

You know how to play it?

Right. Ante up.

Let's see what the
new man is made of.

Four 7s.

Ah!

Thank you very
much. Mine, I think.

I'm sorry you're not...

Just want to speak to
Leonard! Just five minutes!

Leonard.

Hi, Daniel. What's up?

I've had a visit
from the police.

They're still
interested in the case.

- What did you tell them?
- Mr. Newley, please.

Have you found out something
else, something important?

Nobody's interviewed
me in months.

But she said she'd talked
to you... a superinten...

Just get off!

Don't hurt me,
please. I've just arrived.

I don't know what
it is you want,

but it's nothing to do with me.

He's not going
to hurt you, Jack.

Are you, Daniel?

No.

Just the person
who killed my mother.

All right. That's it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Halford.
This won't happen again.

Welcome to Whitemead.

He did what? What the
hell were you thinking?

He's got a court bloody
order telling him to stay away.

Do you want your kids visiting
you in prison now, is that it?

Mrs. Newley.

Come on. Go and
play now. Outside.

I can't do this.

I can't deal with this.

He had a breakdown.

Did he tell you that?
After Maggie died.

He just fell apart,
stopped working.

I scaled back, that's all.

You went on sick
leave for months.

It's been a nightmare.

We've lost all our savings
just trying to keep afloat.

The school we wanted to send
our kids to we can't afford now.

He's the earner.
I'm only a sales rep.

- I do my bit.
- At work today, were you?

Can't you see what
this is doing to him?

And for what?

Have you found out anything?

Please, just tell us something

that will make
this all worthwhile.

It's early days yet.

I'm sorry.

Look, I don't mean to
upset you any further, but...

According to the manager,
Maggie was a kleptomaniac.

It was her who
was stealing things.

Not quite the saint
you thought, was she?

Cheers.

So you've loved and
lost as well, then?

When did Mary die?

Nine years ago.

She'd been ill a long
time. Car accident.

That's hard.

How long were you together?

We still are.

Yes.

That's how it is when
you find your one, isn't it?

Forever.

You can't look at anyone else.

That's how it was with
me and my Maggie.

I was 68 when I met her.

I came here, I thought
my life was over,

but it was just beginning.

I'd found my one.

My good friend.

My life.

You're so lucky.

Having a child to
treasure as well.

God, I envy you that.

What?

Your son. Gerry.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Gerry's always been
a great comfort to me.

What father wouldn't be
proud to have a son like that?

Yeah, he's settling in,
getting to know everyone.

Yeah, he reckons that Maggie's
Leonard is a bit of ladies' man.

Yeah, I can see that.

My mother liked
him after 30 seconds.

Yeah, and there's
another resident there, Pru,

who Jack reckons is
holding a torch for Leonard.

Ah, so straightforward
jealousy, then?

Could be, couldn't it?

As it happens, my old mum
always said she'd kill for Dad.

No, maybe that
was swing for him.

Well, if he was anything like
you, then yes, it probably was.

Bye.

I liked who after 30 seconds?

If Dad had been in
love with someone else,

what would you have done?

I'd have faded into
the background,

hoping that one day she'd notice

her other parent loved her too.

Get off me!

I'm warning you, just stay away.

Do you hear? Next
time I'll call the police.

You do and I'll stab
you, you piece of shit!

Drug addicts.

They try and steal people's
medicines, valuables.

Don't worry.

They won't get in
here with me around.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Yes? Who is it?

Just checking you're okay.

I'm fine, thank you.

Well, ring the buzzer
if you need me.

I've got a pass key, so
I can come straight in.

Right.

- Good night, Mr. Halford.
- Good night.

Gerry, they've taken the
bait. The mobile's gone.

Don't know.

Could be a young
girl. Drug addict.

Did he give a description?

Yeah, grungy-looking teenager.

Apparently they hang
around there all the time.

So why tell Dougie
that Maggie was a thief

and not mention a
bunch of drug addicts?

Morning.

- Morning.
- Hi.

So we ready to go tracking
down this phone, then?

Yeah.

Only, drive slowly
because I'll be riding Matilda.

She needs a good workout.

Matilda's the bike, right?

I do hope so. I've just
had my seats cleaned.

Tell you what, I'll get you
some oil for that. On the house.

Oil. For my brake box.

What good's that gonna do?

Hello, Billy. How's business?

I paid my VAT.

No, the other one...
The non-VAT one

where you receive stolen
goods from drug addicts

and sell them on for a profit.

That's slander, that is.

I'm a respectable businessman.

Oh, so you won't mind if we
have a look 'round, then, will you?

You won't mind showing me
a warrant first, then, will you?

Do you know what
a tracer is, Billy?

You put them in phones and
find out where they end up.

There are no other phones
in here except this one,

and it's bought and paid for.

Yeah? What's the
ring tone on that?

Only ours... The
one we bugged...

Does "We Are the Champions."

♪ We are the champions ♪

♪ We are the
champions of the world ♪

Bollocks.

No. No, that's not her.

No.

He got the phone off a
junky prostitute called Kelly.

She brings in loads
of stuff, apparently.

Mostly jewelry. Old
people's things, he said.

What about Maggie's
engagement ring?

No. No, we showed him the
photo. He didn't recognize it.

I mean, he's admitted
everything else.

If she did nick the ring,
she didn't flog it to him.

- Yeah, that's her.
- Right, we've got an I.D.

Her name's Kelly Meadows.

Meadows? Isn't that
the manager's name?

Could just be a coincidence.

Well, we'll need to get
Dougie in to arrest her, and...

Oh, Christ!

Quick, get Billy in my office.

Close the blinds. Quick!

Ooh!

Get in!

Oh, thank you.

Mum, what are you doing here?

I was feeling so lonely.

I thought I'd come and
see where you worked.

I didn't think you'd mind.

You should know better.
This is a police station.

You can't just come and
visit whenever you feel like it.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- No, it's all right.

I've explained the situation.

Although, given
the circumstances,

I thought you might like to
see to her safe return yourself.

I... I'd like to sit
down for a minute.

I feel a bit dizzy.
Perhaps a little water?

Oh, yes, yes, of
course. Allow me.

I'm cooperating, aren't I?
Don't you start any fancy stuff.

Just shut up.

I have shut up.

- Bastards.
- No! No, no.

It seems rather empty
here. Where is everyone?

Out. Interviewing witnesses.

We want to make sure
that we have a solid case.

I thought the Gillespie
matter was nearly solved,

just a question of forensics.

Still waiting for confirmation.

Well, it's a good thing

he's in jail on another charge.

He'd have fled
the country by now.

You make a very handsome
couple, if you don't mind my saying.

Is there a Mrs. Strickland?

Um, no, sadly.

I'm divorced.

Oh, that is sad. Any children?

Okay, that's enough. I've
got to get my mother home.

Uh, anything else, sir?

Uh, no.

N-No. Carry on.

Mrs. Pullman.

Mum!

Hi, could I have
a taxi as soon...

Hello, Mrs. P. Gerry Standing.

- Lovely to meet you.
- Hello.

- Hello, I'm Billy.
- Come here!

Brian Lane. Good
luck with your ears.

Oh, thank you.

Right.

Cab's booked. I'll walk
you to the front desk.

You could at least
say thank you.

- For what?!
- Saving the situation.

You're lying to your boss.
You're up to something.

And now that I've
embarrassed him into leaving,

he can't ask any more
awkward questions, can he?

And embarrassing
me in the process,

that was just the
icing, wasn't it?

Yes.

You looking for business?

Hello, love. You seen this girl?

Nah.

You got some balls
to still be investigating.

Dougie, we're doing
each other a favor, right.

If this case was 10 years' cold
and you didn't need my help,

you'd be shafting
me on this big-time.

That's not what we're about.

I'm not going to apologize
for being good at my job.

And you lost your
reputation a long time ago.

I'm still a good copper, Gerry.

Yeah?

Well, prove it, eh?

Hello?

Gerry, I've found her.

She's touting in Pardley Street.

You want to bring
your car around?

Hello, sir.

Fancy a little ride?

You've got to ask me
what you want first,

or you might be a copper.

What, me a copper?

No.

He's a copper.

Not so daft now, is it?

That's it, Matilda.
Just like the old days.

Come on, girl, let's get her!

Aaaah!

Aah!

Get off me!

Get off me, you fat perv!
You're hurting my arm!

Get off! Get off!

What have you been doing now?

You should see the other bloke.

Look, it's attempted
murder, that's what.

He tried to kill
me on that bike!

Look at my bruises.

We've all seen it.
It's okay. Calm down.

How's Lance Armstrong?

Concussion, broken
collarbone. He'll be fine.

What's she saying?

She's admitted
stealing from the home.

Colin Meadows is her dad.

And according to her, he helps.

Mostly with drugs but
sometimes with valuables.

Including Maggie's ring?

No. No, she was
cursing about that.

Wanted to know how
much it was worth.

Said she'd kill him if
he's kept it for himself.

Well, we'd better warn him.

She said...

she'd go on the game.

If I didn't steal for her or
get her money for drugs,

she'd be a prostitute,
and I couldn't bear that.

At least I stopped
her doing that.

How long have
you been doing this?

On and off, about a year.

I've got a pass
key for the rooms

and a copy of Fiona's
key for the drugs cabinet.

It was easy.

So Maggie Newley wasn't a thief.

No, I just used that as a cover.

Oh, I stole from her as well.

Tramadol. It's a
morphine derivative.

It helped Kelly when she
couldn't get any heroin.

Did you also steal
Maggie Newley's ring?

No.

I told you that was on her
finger when we found her,

then later it wasn't.

Someone must have taken it
from her when she was dead.

Yes.

Yeah, that's what you told me.

I didn't kill her.

All I took from
Maggie was her drugs.

I swear.

I'd never have harmed her.

It was the one time my
daughter said she loved me.

Sorry, I don't understand.

Nor did I, but...

She said Maggie's
pills were the best,

which didn't make sense because
they were the same as the ones

I'd always been getting for her.

But she kept saying
they were wonderful and...

Well, then Maggie died.

I was more upset than anyone.

She was giving me
the one thing I wanted.

A happy daughter.

She keeps saying
they were brilliant.

These are the pills she stole
from Maggie before she died.

So does that mean
they were stronger?

Sounds like it.

Tramadol comes in three doses...

50 milligrams, 100, and 150.

They were probably
the 150 tablets.

But Maggie was
prescribed 50 milligrams.

What was she doing with 150?

I don't know, but that would
explain why she O.D.'d.

Esther.

150 milligrams would
be three times more

than her body could tolerate.

She was prescribed
these four times a day.

At triple the dosage, that
would kill her in no time.

Someone swapped the pills.

Yeah, it looks that way.

And it must have been someone
with access to the tramadol

with the higher dosage.

Two, please, and
then we're done.

It takes 17 muscles
to smile, Mr. Halford,

and over 34 to scowl.

I like to keep fit.

Yes, I'm being careful.

Which is more than
I can say for him.

What's he doing?

No, it's not as bad as it looks.

His bike committed suicide
and tried to take him with it.

So basically it's
just you and me now.

Oh, oh, oh, hold on.

We made a copy
of Colin's pass key.

Thought it might come in handy.

Will it fit the nurse's office?

- Yeah, it should do, yeah.
- Good.

'Cause I want to see
the medical records.

Why, what you thinking?

Nurse Fielding isn't the only
one with access to tramadol.

A lot of the residents
are prescribed it,

including Pru Sanders,

and it may be in a higher
dose than Maggie's.

Which gives her both
the means and the motive.

Exactly.

Tell you what... While I'm here,

why don't I get
Nursy out of her office.

I'll give you a
shout as we go by.

Then you can nip in
and have a look, eh?

This won't involve your fabled
powers of seduction, will it?

Well, if you don't
use it, you lose it.

Look at you.

Yes?

Hi, look, I'm sorry
to bother you,

but there's a bit
of an emergency.

Oh?

Yeah, it's Dr. Lane.
My dad's Reiki therapist.

He's in a terrible state.

- Why? What's wrong with him?
- I don't know, really.

I think he's gone into
spasm. He's in agony.

Can you have a
quick look at him?

Yes, of course.

I expect he's in favor of
chemical pain relief now.

Yeah.

Won't be a minute, Dad.

Excuse me.

- Mr. Halford...
- Oh, Gerry, please. Fiona.

Nurse Fielding.

Where's Dr. Lane?
You said he was injured.

All right, I own up.

- I told a little fib.
- What?

Well, I heard the music, saw
them all jiving, and thought,

"I really fancy a dance with
that lovely Nurse Fielding."

Have you been drinking?

Come on, anyone with
a pair of pins like yours

can see off these old-timers.

Come on, let's show
them how it's done, eh?

Mr. Halford, please!

Gerry. And it's my pleasure.

Oh!

Whoo-hoo!

Come on, come on.

What happened to your bike?

I don't want to talk
about it, Esther.

It's too sensitive a subject.

What did they give you?

Tramadol.

Go on, girl!

Swing it, sister!

Oh!

Fantastic!

Nurse Fielding, a star is born.

Oh, don't be so silly, Leonard.

- May I?
- That's quite enough, thank you.

Fiona, you've got to
dance with the residents.

- One more time!
- Last time.

Shall we?

I think she's broken my foot.

Well, I've got
to hand it to you.

I never thought
I would see that.

Oh, I'd dance with anyone
to this music. I love it.

Count Basie, Desi Arnaz.

Yeah, my dad used
to play it all the time.

He reckons it got
him through the war.

- In the army, was he?
- Yeah. Regular infantry.

Yeah, he met my mum
at a swing dance on leave.

Yeah, apparently they
were really good together.

Won competitions and everything.

- Really?
- Yeah. And sing.

Good old crooner, my dad.
All the old favorites, you know?

"Lili Marleen." "Every
Time We Say Goodbye."

Yes, my Maggie
used to love those.

Yeah? Yeah, he used
to sing to my mum.

He'd get me to join
in now and again.

Had a great voice, my old dad.

Well, let's put him on the spot.

I hear that you're
a great crooner.

What?

Um... Uh...

What's the matter?

D.I. Hall.

Do you want to go and see him?

No, I don't.

Why should I?

Come on, Dad. You know this one.

What?

This is "You Made Me
Love You." You know that.

♪ You made me love you ♪

♪ I didn't want to do
it, I didn't want to do it ♪

♪ You made me want you ♪

♪ And all the time you knew it ♪

♪ I didn't want to do it ♪

♪ You made me happy sometimes ♪

♪ You made me glad ♪

♪ But there were times, son,
you'd make me feel so mad ♪

♪ You made me cry for ♪

♪ I didn't want to tell you,
I didn't want to tell you ♪

♪ I want some love that's true ♪

♪ Yes, I do, 'deed I
do, you know I do ♪

♪ Give me, give
me what I cry for ♪

♪ You know you got the
kind of kisses that I'd die for ♪

♪ You know you
made me love you ♪

I just don't think she did it,

and I want to
follow another lead.

What's the point?

Pru takes tramadol.
150 milligrams.

Jack found the ring in her room.

Mind you, he left it there
so Dougie could find it.

Has she confessed?

No! No.

But Jack's gonna
sit in on the interview,

try and coax it out of her.

- Unless you want a go.
- No.

We're gonna do
something else. Come on.

It was wrong, I know,

taking her ring
when she was dead.

But she never liked it.

Leonard chose it for her,

and she was a bit
cross about that.

That he hadn't let her
choose the one she wanted.

Does he know you like him?

He pretends not to.
It's easier that way.

I thought when Maggie died,

he might find
some comfort in me.

Even as a consolation prize.

But no.

I didn't kill her, Jack.

I took her ring, yes.

I liked wearing it in my room.

And I could pretend
that he'd chosen me.

But I didn't kill her.

Maggie was my friend.

I've wished bad
things on that man.

III will for years.

Yes, Brian, you have the power.
You can wish cancer on someone.

No.

I let it fester inside
me, as he did.

And look what it's done.

Look what's happened to Matilda.

She's on the scrap
heap now because of us.

'Cause all we thought
about was ourselves.

We've arrested
someone from the home.

- One of the residents.
- So she was murdered.

I told you, didn't I? I said.
You never believed me.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Yes. Thank you.

- That is such a relief.
- I can imagine.

When will we know who it was?
Have you charged them yet?

Yes, someone has been
charged, although at the moment

only with the theft of
the engagement ring.

Yeah, we're still gathering
evidence for the murder.

But we do now know
how it was done.

The person who killed Maggie

swapped the tramadol
pills in her cabinet

for those of a much,
much higher dosage.

So it was someone with
access to tramadol in that form

who also had access to
the home and Maggie's room.

You are talking about the nurse?

Or someone who visited regularly

and knew that the spare keys
were kept in the main office.

You know, I've got to put
my mother into a home,

and I can't believe the
cost of those places.

They're not for everyone.

No wonder you couldn't afford

to send your kids
to private school

whilst you were still
paying for Maggie.

Hell of a sacrifice, though.

You must have loved your
mother-in-law very much.

Yes.

I did.

Didn't it strike you as
ironic when she died

and you still couldn't
afford the fees

because of Daniel's breakdown?

But Daniel will get better
and go back to work full time,

and then you will
be able to afford it.

As long as he never finds out

who really killed
Maggie, of course.

We're just stating facts.

Now, the company you
work for makes tramadol.

That is fact, right?

If you really want to find out
who murdered your mother,

ask Kim.

She was killing us.
Couldn't you see that?

She'd had her life.

We're your family now.

Why couldn't we have
come first, just once?

She was my mother.

Our kids are in a sink school

where there are knife
fights in the playground,

and I can't give
them a better future

because grandma
needs somewhere to live?

She could have come
here, lived with us.

Oh, no, she wanted
to stay in that home

with her precious Leonard.

And by the way,
could we fork out

for a top-of-the-range
wedding too?

I'll get uniform.

She died without pain.

I made sure of that.

She was happy and at peace

and thinking everyone loved her.

Which I did, Daniel.

I did.

I just love my children more.

Game, set, and
match to UCOS, then.

And to me, of course.

I look like the dog's
bollocks for once.

- Thanks.
- Likewise.

Yeah, glad you got
some respect back.

Yeah, yeah.

Look, you know,
I've been thinking...

Now we got the old
team back together,

there's a couple of cases...

Bye, Dougie.

No, seriously, I mean,
I could return the favor.

I could come and work
for you. I'm retiring soon.

Gerry.

It was just as we imagined.

What did you call them...
God's waiting room?

Heh. It was that, all right.

Awful.

A mausoleum to the living dead.

People with all life
crushed out of them.

No.

This is better.

This is where I belong.

You can stay here
for longer, you know?

There's no rush.

You don't have to move
into Whitemead immediately.

Do you know what's
odd about this place?

No, but I'm sure you'll tell me.

There's no history of us.

No photos. I've checked.

I've been through every
room. Even your bedroom.

You went into my bedroom?

Not even one of your father.

Now, that did surprise me.

I thought you'd have
one of him for sure.

I've never understood that.

That ability to be alone.

That pride in your independence
that shuts everyone out.

Even your own family.

I had hoped when he died
that we'd grow closer together,

but we've just
moved further apart.

Until in the end you were him...

Another police officer
rejecting me all over again.

I am trying, Mum.

I know.

But we're too far apart
to keep living this close.

You can come and visit me.

When you want.

Yeah. Yeah. I will.

I promise.

You're not folding that right.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ High tech, low
tech, take your pick ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't teach
an old dog a brand-new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

♪ At the end of the day ♪

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