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in heaven and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

and I seem to find the happiness I seek

when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

heaven I'm in heaven

and the cares that hang around me through the week

Good morning, everybody.

Now, let's use where.

What are you today, Chrissie? Seaweed?

Pete. My brother likes the seaweed best.

I like Pete.

Please.

Seaweed baths. Mrs Whale, Mr Whale, Mrs Vanston and Mr

Marks. Pete. Pete Baths, Sir Christopher, Miss Archer, Mrs. de

Jong and Mrs. Ankrum.

Come on, Mr. Marks, love.

And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together

dancing cheek to cheek

We'll miss you, Mr. DL.

Mutual, Doctor.

Remember, moderate your lifestyle.

I haven't got one of them.

Sorry.

Get me home

afternoon you're welcome

Maggie?

I got you some healthy stuff.

Ta.

You have had a heart attack, Andy.

Yeah.

Crap.

Crap. Crap.

Crap.

Easy listening for the younger heart.

You'll be ordering that, then.

You feel all right?

Yeah.

Now I'm away from all them ill buggers. Coffee?

No, I'd better get off.

Skimmed?

That's a pint of water with another waved over it.

You'll call if you need to?

If I need to.

I could come back sooner.

They said a month. You stay put.

That bread's all brown.

It's good for you.

Bye then.

It's half of the card.

Everyone. Right.

More rescue remedy, my dear.

Dr. Laurie, thank you.

Now, Maggie's very up on these things, and as you only saw Mrs. Vanston

yesterday, she thought you could deal with the formalities. Of course.

Her own GP's. Oh, on the side of Sheffield, where she lived.

It'd take ages.

What do you think?

Having examined her yesterday... She knew her heart could give out at any

time.

Yes. I'm happy to certify that as a cause of death.

Thanks.

When you ready?

Just a second, just a second. Look here.

This is all pretty odd.

Sir Christopher, would you wait outside, please? Certainly not.

I wasn't sure before, but when Mr... Marks. Marks confirmed it, he's sure

too.

Harriet isn't... wasn't wearing her ghastly necklace.

What do you mean? When she was found.

But she had it on before she went in.

Definitely. Yes, sir. Sir Christopher. But you can see where it was as if it's

been pulled tight. Just a moment, please, if you wouldn't mind.

Oh, poor Harriet.

I heard something.

Chloe?

We've got to call the police, Raymond.

This is Harriet Vanstone, 73, body found in a seaweed bath.

You what?

It relaxes the spirit.

Sounds like it. She was wearing a necklace which was found after her body

was taken out of the bath. Now it looks like the clasp busted.

Who's that?

Maggie Hotcraft, the nurse who found her.

All I've got so far is that she didn't see anyone else go near the deceased

after she started the treatment.

And the extremely attractive younger woman, sir, is Dr Laurie.

She attended to certify death.

We're hoping she can calm Hotcraft down.

It's straightening up the stairs.

How's the boss?

He won't last long.

Sir? With all scared gives way to bored.

And bored gives way to smiling. I'm back.

He's gotta be He's gotta be

She'd been coming here for, what, 12 years?

At least.

She was a regular guest then? Twice a year, sometimes more.

Oh, and we're neither a hotel nor a health farm.

Mrs. Vanston was a patient, not a guest.

Treatments, Inspector, not treats.

People don't come here for a help-yourself salad bar and a few

facials. They're all ill.

Some have conditions that conventional medicine has failed to alleviate.

Most just enjoy the benefits of a strict regime of diet, exercise and relaxation

for a week or two.

We're talking for which acupuncture.

So...

Great. Excuse me.

Doctor?

Yes?

DI Pascoe.

I understand you've given Maggie Hopcraft a sedative and packed her off

to bed.

Yes. Well, I wish you'd have asked me. We need to take a statement from her. I

know Maggie, Inspector.

She's my patient.

Believe me, you'd be better off talking to her tomorrow once you can get some

sense from her. Well, I've had the choice.

Well, is that all? Have you given your statement?

I've got surgery.

Well, it won't take long. I'm late as it is, I'm afraid.

This is a police inquiry. And I've got a waiting room full of live patients,

thank you very much.

Sorry.

No, me.

Shall I come to surgery at the end of the day? Take your statement then?

If you like.

5.30.

I'm sorry about your sister, sir.

Were you close?

We hadn't seen each other for a couple of years.

Then it was unavoidable.

Cousin's funeral.

You were here together?

Not intentionally, no. We always planned to avoid being here at the

same time.

Harriet got the dates mixed up.

Can I ask why you and she... Family matters.

Three o'clock yet?

It's quarter to.

Oh, massage.

Takes me all that time to get my kit off nowadays.

About your sister, Sir Christopher.

Why don't you ask that arty-farty grandson of hers?

I assume you are going to talk to him. Marcus Vanstone?

Yeah. He visited Mrs Vanstone this morning, sir.

Did he?

So Mrs Miles says.

On the scrounge again.

So? We know where he is.

He's hardly a suspect.

Look at him.

Yeah?

What am I gonna do?

It's

three o

'clock and time to go over to the newsroom

Weatherton Police are treating as suspicious the death of a female patient

at Paxley Hall Clinic, Paxley Kirby.

The body of Harriet Vanston, 73, from Bridley near Sheffield, was discovered

earlier today in a treatment room at the clinic.

Now over to the... Afternoon.

Peter!

Fancy! There's nothing doing. It's all under control.

Do what?

What brings you out this way?

I've been for a healthy walk.

You? Aye. Up Kirby Ridge Trail.

There's a two-miler you can do. You turn left through the woods and come back out

round the car park.

It's there.

Aye.

On your way home, because this is a private road, goes up to Paxing Hall

Clinic, this does.

Where?

Sweeney!

I'll let you turn round.

Suspicious death.

Look, I can cope. I know.

I'll turn around then.

Poor old sod.

So?

Just checking.

Marcus Vanston?

I

saw her

this morning.

Yeah, we know.

Were you there long?

Five minutes.

Came straight back.

I took her up a kimono thing she forgot.

She didn't want me bumping into pissy Chrissy.

Who do you mean, sir, by the way? Her brother Christopher.

Sir Christopher.

You don't get on?

No, it's what Hack called him.

I only met him once. That was bad enough.

Do you remember what time you left?

Back here by 10.15 or something.

I never knew she was that ill.

Just like that.

We're not yet sure how she died.

Did anyone see you when you got back?

No.

Oh, no.

What?

What?

She was brilliant.

I loved her.

Look, she brought me up, right?

How old were you?

Seven, the day of the crash.

What did she do with your grandmother?

Got up her family's snotty noses.

That's why there's all this.

Big bucks on these walls.

She did a runner on her wedding day and her family went spare.

That's her with me granddad, Max.

A musician?

And an art dealer.

Left her loads.

And when mum and dad died, she moved back up here with me.

She said anyone who didn't like the saxophone was a turd of the first water

deer. Like Sir Christopher?

Yeah, and the rest.

I can't believe she's dead.

Yeah.

Thank you, Mr Vanston.

DC Harris will drop you back.

We'd like you to come into Weatherton Police Station in the morning to make a

statement.

Incidentally, you don't have to know if your grandmother left a will, do you?

I suppose so.

I'll have to find out.

I'll see what Dr Ashurst has to say.

Then I'll be down at Dr Laurie's surgery.

Sir? Oh, there you are.

What do you think, Paul?

Well, I'd say she was pulled under the water by her necklace with one hand and

then held down by pushing her head with the other.

I mean, she struggled.

She nearly broke off her fingernail.

Anything usable?

There's a possible speck of blood under the nail.

I'll let you know if we get any DNA material.

Right, thanks.

With brushes in front of the mirror, something along those lines, I reckon.

What's good?

DL?

Hello, Darren.

Hey.

Can I just stop you there, sunshine?

You're my bank.

I've got your number somewhere.

And I'm sure you're in the book.

So, if one day I decided to take advantage of your over-50s financial

health check, it'll be me who calls you, not the other way around.

Or you could write.

I mean, I know you've got my address because of all the crap you send me.

Oh, there's every need.

And while you're on, what's the latest on that nice little assistant manager,

Liz Dimmett?

Has she had her twins all right?

Well, you wouldn't, would you?

Not sitting in a call centre in bloody Inverness.

Oh, and it's Detective Superintendent DL to you, Darren.

Receptionist.

My office is through here.

The clinic called me in to see Mrs. Vanstone yesterday.

She'd been feeling faint.

I'd have thought you were too conventional for Paxley Hall.

Sorry? They're alternative, aren't they?

Complimentary, not alternative.

Or in medical terminology, hedging your bets.

They call me in when one of the patients needs something more than a dose of yoga

and a herbal remedy.

I'll get it.

Sorry.

Can I... get you a glass of water or something?

That's what happened this morning with Mrs Vanstone.

I saw what I expected to see, I suppose.

But I had surgery, and the Mileses wanted the death certificate sorted out

quickly, and... One's blaming you.

The coroner will go to term, won't he? A worrying lack of professionalism,

Doctor. Well... I'm not blaming you.

No.

Thank you, Inspector.

Peter.

Maggie Hotcraft.

You're interviewing her tomorrow?

Yes. As a witness?

So far.

So far?

I can't discuss a case with you any more than you should discuss one of your

patients with me.

No. No, of course.

Come in.

Apple.

No, thanks.

Good for you.

Fruit.

So how are you, sir?

Far a cat to be kicking seven shades of bells out of it.

What's going off up with that Paxil then?

You are supposed to be taking it easy.

You know, my grandad had a heart attack.

Had?

Still with us, is he? Oh, yeah, fine.

But he spends more time up his allotment than doing the karaoke, but still.

I don't have an allotment yet, Tweedy.

Excuse me.

Oh, hi, Dinesh.

No norm, Brad.

Only one bargy.

Should be keeping your strength up, Mr DL.

You're an invalid.

Bye then, sir.

Night, love.

Thanks for coming round.

Okay. Mr. Vanstone, would you like to go through?

Oh, Mr.

Shaw, thank you for coming.

It will be all right, won't it?

You're shaking, Miss Hopcroft.

I'm sorry.

Why don't we sit down and you can tell me about it?

Sir, Hopcroft's here and she's brought a solicitor.

Take a seat, Mr. Vanstone.

I, uh, I said yesterday I went straight home after seeing Hat. I remembered I

didn't, as it happens.

I went to the bank to pay in a cheque she'd given me, and I used the cash

machine.

The time's on there.

Miss Holcroft?

Yes? Sorry,

could you ask that again?

I wanted to know if you're still sure that you didn't see anyone come into the

treatment area.

That's what you told my colleague, Sergeant Weald, yesterday.

I might have done.

I ought to have done it if there had been anybody, but I didn't.

But if I did go out even for a minute, well, anybody could have come in,

couldn't they?

If I did go out, I might have.

You might have seen someone or you might have left the room.

I think I popped to the toilet.

Well, long enough for anyone else to come in.

I'd like to go now, actually.

To the toilet.

Of course, Miss Holcroft.

Thanks, then.

I'll see you out.

Oh, and she did leave a will, right?

I'll get the house.

Blue brakes, Adge. Hop craft.

Flippy.

Marcus Vanstone says it's Paxley Hall Clinic gets everything, except the

house.

Paintings included?

Yes.

Big bucks, then.

What's your opinion of Vanstone?

I don't see him as a suspect.

He's a bit odd, I suppose, but no.

Anyway, he's alibied. I'll check it, though. No record, by the way, but I've

asked the LIO if she's got anything on him.

Sir, can I have a word?

Sure.

If you'd just like to sign there.

Bottom of each page.

Yes. Yes, right.

That looks nasty.

Not really.

When did that happen?

A couple of days ago.

I got it hooked up on some brambly things in the grounds.

Oh, one thing before you go.

Would you be prepared to let us take a DNA sample from you?

It won't take a sec, just a little swab in the mouth.

Do I have to?

Mr Shah.

No, you don't, unless you're under arrest, which you're not. I imagine the

request is for purposes of elimination.

It'll make my job easier.

So you might consider whether it's a weight off your mind to volunteer a

sample.

What do you think I should do?

Well, I'd rather tend to the never-volunteer theory, but it's

entirely up to you, Miss Upcroft.

Then I won't.

Thank you, no.

Can I get DC Harris to run you back? I'm going up that way, Miss Hopcraft. I'll

drop you.

What would be her motive, though?

Could just be bonkers.

Could just be bored.

Smile, then.

I'm back.

Statements. Seen her crime photos.

Postmortem reports.

There you go.

Peter.

Didn't think I was barging in, did you? Taking over the case.

It crossed my mind.

I'm a convalescent. I have to take it easy, me.

So I'm going to.

Ten days at Paxley Hall.

You what?

I booked.

I just dropped in to say ta-da.

Tweedie, excuse me, love.

Can you copy this lot for me?

Sir.

I'll need something to read, won't I?

I always fancied a health farm.

Fluffy dressing gown.

A sturdy massage off Erica from Stockholm or somewhere.

Not a big state at home, done it?

Come on, guys, get kicking!

I said, get kicking!

Mr DL, there's a three-legged donkey on Scarborough Beach kicks harder than you.

Sid!

Now we're going to hold on with your left hand and we're going to slowly and

gently exercise your right hand side.

Okay, so we start off knee bent.

And straighten.

And point round to the side. Do you remember those old Hollywood swim films

with music and that girl?

What was her name?

Esther. Esther Williams.

Do you remember her?

I remember Esther Swain.

You could help her out with a wet costume if you stood her a mug of

bovril. Her teacher weren't looking.

You'll do better, guys, if you keep it buttoned. Now concentrate.

And again!

Come on!

Oh!

I'm sorry, love.

I'm in a bit of a daze.

Are you lost?

Yeah. Well, where did you want? Dining room.

Well, that looks nasty.

What? Eh?

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

I try not to, love.

It's round there and left at the end.

Name? D.L.

Seen more life in a Trump's vest.

Take a seat.

Anywhere?

We're all still shocked about Sir Christopher's sister, Mrs.

Vanstone. Oh.

We were there when she died.

I was the first to realise it was foul play.

That doctor was useless.

I haven't practiced for 20 years, but...

I could see something wasn't right.

You're a doctor?

Yeah.

You didn't say.

People always bother you for advice.

Light diet B.

And light diet A for you today.

That's it.

Help yourself, front trolley.

One cup of herb tea.

You can have a bit of your roll when it comes.

No bed, not until you're on my dad's seat.

Sorry to interrupt your lunch, Mr DL.

Scarcely noticed.

And you haven't filled in a phone number for next of kin?

I'll have to think about that. I'll give it you later.

And your occupation, what do you do?

Community work.

Ah.

Still, takes all sorts.

Right. Well, here's a temporary timetable for the rest of today, and

we'll have your proper treatment planned for you by this evening, OK?

So.

Now, there's an all sorts for you. Mr.

Marks keeps insisting that we've met somewhere before, but my memory is

perfect.

Mind you, he's not exactly memorable, is he?

Talking of all sorts, I just had a nurse quote scripture at me.

Short, roundish, dark-haired, spectacle?

Aye. Maggie Hopworth.

The one who found your sister?

How did you know?

Someone must have said.

Enough about my poor sister. I choose not to discuss her.

She dishonoured our family, not something one can forget or forgive.

Now, what do you want after lunch?

A 1,400-hours Zitz bath.

I've got a couple of them on me bum. Will it sort it?

Zitz.

It's German.

Very good for the circulation.

It's just an ordinary bath, except that it's divided in the centre.

Very... Cold water in one end, nice warm water in the other.

In you get, Dux.

Feet in cold, and then your bottom in warm, and then in a few minutes the

other way round.

I'll give you the word.

Yep.

Yep.

A she.

How much?

Are you sure?

What are you talking about?

I beg your pardon?

No, don't you start playing silly games with me.

I have to call you back.

Come on, come on.

You can change round now.

About time.

Feet are freezing.

Marcus Vanstone's in the clear for the time of the murder.

The bank remember him coming in.

But apparently he's known to Sheffield Drugs.

Cautioned over something to do with GHB.

Liquid E. Date rape?

Or just dancing.

I haven't got the details yet. The LAO's finding out. Anyway, you wouldn't need

to drug Mrs Vanstone to drown her.

You just need a strong pair of hands.

Right.

I suppose you've got a date.

Don't do dates.

He's just coming over.

Enjoy yourself.

Thank you.

Over here.

You're mad.

You'd better do it.

I'm dead serious.

You're an early bird.

You too.

Good for thinking.

Poor badger.

Could have been poisoned.

Some farmer put him down with insecticide.

Not meant for him, but that's what he does.

He must have crawled up here to die.

Is that legal?

You could report that.

That's the point.

Popular place for jumpers.

Four in the last six years.

Let's keep an open mind, Wildey.

See if we can find a note.

I saw her on duty yesterday afternoon around four.

After that, no.

Can you think of any reason why Miss Hopcroft would have taken her own life?

Not at all.

Oh, by the way, Mr Miles, does the clinic ever benefit from legacies from

grateful patients?

We get the very occasional small bequest, yes. You don't happen to know

if Mrs Vanstone left anything?

No.

I'll have to be getting back for a patient now, I'm afraid.

Thanks.

He's lying.

Did anyone else confirm his alibi, apart from his wife?

They said they were in the office together.

Judy Venables was with him soon after, when Hotcraft brought him the news.

There's no note in there, sir.

See you outside.

Easy one for you, then.

Get some DNA off Horcraft's body.

Get the sample fast-tracked. See if it was her and Mrs. Vance and Scratch

trying to save herself.

Where's her motive, though?

Well, perhaps she thought she'd get a pay rise out of the money left at the

clinic. Search me.

I'm in for a rest, aren't I?

Mr. DL.

Acupuncture.

And I do think you might let me know if you intend to question my patients

again. I know. This... I'm his uncle.

He could have knocked me down with a feather.

Unlikely. He's from the Brady side of the family.

Policeman now, but we're still very proud of him.

I'll let you get on then, Uncle Andy.

You're looking very pasty, Petey.

You ought to give this place a try.

That nurse.

The one who found the woman in the bath.

You'd be better letting go of stressful thoughts during treatment.

Otherwise your body won't feel the benefit.

Your body is your temple, you know.

I've been a bit sacrilegious on and off.

Will it hurt?

A tiny prick.

And don't even think of saying it, Mr DL.

Peter!

Mrs. Miles called me about Maggie Hotcraft. She said you were here.

It's going to sound stupid.

What?

I was called to certify death at Paxley Hall two years ago.

He was a patient of mine. I mean, on my list. Not like Mrs. Vanstone.

He was approaching the final stage of cancer.

And he'd always loved coming to the clinic, even before he was ill.

He'd rather have been here than a hospice.

They're very good.

I thought he had a few weeks left, but you can never really predict.

No.

Oh, go on.

It was Maggie who found him.

He died in his sleep, but she... Something about the way she was, she

kept making some comments about it being a merciful release, that sort of thing.

So you're suggesting that your patient... Ronald Langton.

..that he didn't die a natural death?

Hopcraft's committed suicide.

No, we don't know that yet. It's what you think, isn't it?

And she found Mrs. Vanstone. You questioned her.

I can't help making a connection.

Did you have any doubt at the time about the cause of death?

No. Nor since?

Till Mrs. Vanstone? No.

And Hopcraft never made any similar comments about Mrs. Vanstone?

No.

Look, hindsight's not always 20-20.

I'm stupid.

No, but it's all too easy to start imagining that... Don't patronise me.

I'm not.

Does it not occur to you that I'm worried about, well, missing things?

Being unprofessional?

Doctor!

Forget it.

It's Alison, by the way.

The clinic's got its back to the wall now, sadly.

Organic fool from her own garden, my aunt Fanny. I found a supermarket

sticker on my apple yesterday.

And if you're all... You're the first to tell us, aren't you?

Are you as vigorous in there as you are in the pool?

You bet you, Mr DL.

Right then, Sir Chris, are we ready?

Come on, then.

Not as vigorous as our Pat, though.

Residents will put their case when the inquiry resumes next month.

Police have named the woman whose body was found early this morning in Moorbank

Reservoir as Margaret Hopcraft, 47, who worked as a nurse at Paxley Hall Clinic.

The widow of murdered Leeds Journal reporter Charles Smith is warning of a

vast network of drug dealers.

Have you any idea of the contents, Mr Sharpe?

No.

Could you wait a few minutes if we rustle up a coffee for you?

I'm sorry, I have an appointment.

Sure.

Take a seat, Mr Sharpe.

Is that a suicide note?

Look at the date.

352000.

To whom it may concern, I, Margaret Hopcraft, hereby state that two days ago

I killed Ronald Derek Langton at Paxley Hall Clinic where I'm employed as a

nurse. I smothered him with a pillow in an act of mercy to spare a dying man

further suffering.

Bloody hell.

Would you say you can get hold of Dr Lorry?

Yes, sir.

What did it say?

I can't tell you that, I'm afraid.

Do you remember her giving it to you?

Yes, that's how she became a client.

She just made an appointment and handed me the letter.

It's not an unusual request for us to look after documents, but the way it was

addressed, that was a little odd. You didn't ask what it said?

I gave her the opportunity to tell me, and she didn't take it.

Yesterday was the first time I'd seen her since then.

She called out of the blue and asked me to attend the interview.

When you took her back to Paxley Hall yesterday, how did she seem?

Terrified, frankly.

I think it was that DNA thing.

Off the record, Inspector, was she a serious suspect?

I haven't completed my inquiries yet, Mr. Shah. No.

Sorry. DC Charles here will take your statement.

Thank you.

Carrie.

See if you can find out about a death at Paxley Hall.

1st May 2000.

Ronald Derek Langton.

Sir.

Would Sergeant Hall come to the front desk, please? Sergeant Hall to the front

desk. Dr. Lorries called him back.

Well, looks like we were barking up the right tree for the wrong reasons.

Mrs. Vanstone wasn't killed for her money at all. If it was, Hopcraft.

DNA should give us that. And with what Dr. Lorry told you, and the letter. Mrs.

Vanstone wasn't terminally ill.

In a pretty bad way, then.

Enough for a merciful release, in Hopcraft's terms.

Thank you.

Yeah, please.

Alison, I think I might owe you an apology.

You said I could apologise over dinner, so... I'm sorry I was so dismissive,

Alison. Thanks.

You said you had to talk to me again.

I'm going to need a statement from you tomorrow about the circumstances

surrounding Ronald Langton's death.

I wasn't being stupid then.

Don't worry, it's not a question.

I do understand professional confidentiality.

God, I don't know whether to be relieved I wasn't imagining it or guilty. I never

said anything.

Don't be.

You told me yourself it was only Mrs. Vanston's death made you think. As long

as it wasn't something I should have seen.

I'm following a line of inquiry around the possibility that Langton was

suffocated.

Thank you, Peter.

Well, in that case, I wouldn't have been able to tell, given his condition.

I'm trying to remember if there was anything out of place.

It was two years ago.

A pillow arm. That had better keep to your statement.

Let's just enjoy the food.

Do you cook?

Ah, sort of.

I live on my own. It takes longer to cook than it does to eat. Then it is to

eat that you don't bother.

Me neither.

This is a real tree.

Eel and fruity.

Oh, your eel was a sitting duck and a double letter on the F and a

word on the Y.

Ah! Ah, volunteer.

Come a mile, if you please.

I stopped volunteering years back.

You two finish.

I'm losing anyway.

You see what I mean?

Funny little man.

Your turn.

Is there such a word as, um, grumpy?

Cold.

Ill.

He's decaying already.

Aye.

Sorry about in there.

Bloody officer class.

Sir Christopher? I thought he was a doctor.

He behaved like an officer.

You were a soldier then, before you went into teaching?

National service.

It changed my life.

How ill are you?

The body's nearly gone.

But at least I've got me mens sana.

Eh?

Mens sana.

Incorpore sano.

I was better at woodwork, mate.

It's Latin.

It just means a healthy mind in a healthy body.

Is that what you taught?

Latin? No.

Woodwork.

As a matter of fact, I love it.

Sorry they don't encourage that here.

I know I

What do we know about Mr. DL?

Just checking you're okay.

Enjoying yourself.

Me?

Pretty good, as a matter of fact.

It's all right for some, isn't it, eh?

Yeah.

Er, got to go.

You should be in bed, Mr. DL.

Couldn't sleep.

Give it a day or two.

You will.

Good night.

I said I needed your help.

Right, Bernie.

Sir Christopher.

Could be a coincidence.

Well, I agree.

I've asked them to phone through the DNA comparison for Hotcraft and Mrs.

Vanstone as soon as they've got the results.

Where do we go if there's no match, sir?

It'd mean Hopcraft didn't kill Vanstone. Not alone, anyway.

Hello?

How much?

It's up.

Langton left some money to Hopcraft, sir.

Did he? Only 500, though.

Anyway, we've already got a motive from the letter.

Sir, looks like he drowned.

There's no sign of injury.

Is that his stick?

One of them.

He needed two to get around.

The other one we fished out of the pool.

If he was sitting there, why go to the edge of the pool with one walking stick?

Why go to the edge anyway?

Maybe he wasn't given a choice.

Well, that's where the key lives, but it wasn't there this morning.

We found it in his pocket.

It was on there about quarter to eleven when I did my rounds last night.

Well, why would Sir Christopher want to open up the pool? It's strictly out of

bounds after seven.

He's such a nice guy, isn't he?

Here comes your uncle, Inspector.

Petey, bit of a do this, eh? Yeah, I'd better take a statement from you,

actually. Now.

Sorry? I'm about to start my treatments.

I doubt I could help anyway.

You might be able to. You never know, Uncle.

I've paid good money for this. I don't want to miss out.

Now, look. Well, seeing as you're family.

I'll tell you what, though. And Mrs Miles, erm... If Wynne's death is

connected to the other two, where the hell does that leave us?

Andy?

I'm relaxing.

You should try it.

Oh, sorry, I'm only in the middle of a very complicated murder or two.

Or three.

Four. You what?

Are you sure Hockcraft topped himself?

If it fits.

Well, you said Hockcraft didn't have a decent motive for killing Mrs. Branston.

Even if it was her, did the actual deed.

Could have been a joint enterprise.

Hopcraft kills Mrs. Manston.

But unlike the Langton murder, she botched it because we were called in.

And it's no thanks to your doctor friend, I might add.

Tweedy gave you the gossip.

Did she?

Well, for your information, and hers, Alison's pretty upset about it.

It's not easy facing up to a mistake like that.

Any road.

Hopcraft's associate fakes a suicide to stop her talking.

You couldn't get anyone up onto that bridge if they didn't want to go.

Perhaps there were two associates.

Well, even two would have their work cut out if she was struggling.

There was no sign of that on the bridge or on her body.

Who are you suggesting?

You tell me.

Are you sure Hopcraft killed Langton?

The letter.

She did write it? She gave it herself to Shah, her solicitor.

He's been in the safe for two years.

Have you checked the handwriting?

No, but... Basic stuff, I'd have thought.

Harris.

You all right, sir? You look deflushed.

Get a sample of Hopcraft's handwriting.

There's a sister, isn't there? See if she's got a letter.

Oh, and don't tittle-tattle.

Scottish douche.

Very invigorating, Mr DL. The Scottish douche. No porridge involved, is there?

And the cold again.

And the wall.

And the cold again.

Now, I think you'd be better off to fill in the timesheets before tomorrow,

OK?

Ah, Mr DL.

About your mobile phone.

I'm afraid the clinic can't take responsibility for patients' belongings.

I mean, especially as we ask you not to bring them along in the first place.

Thanks, my love.

Wheeldy, is Opcraft's solicitor called Graham Shaw?

Right. Well, when Pascoe's done taking his latest squeezy statement, get him to

have a deco of the clinic brochure.

Last page, small print.

Me.

Nice relaxing stroll before my seaweed bath.

It deserved a proper burial.

Beautiful creature.

First buggers, fighters.

People care about animals, don't they?

all the demonstrations against laboratories, the experiments, they

really care.

Chloe? Mr. Diel's a policeman.

Stupid, stupid.

It was for the clinic, Raymond.

For us.

Well, you'd better do something about it while I'm out.

You must have work to do, Peter.

Well, I'll see you to your car. At least I can do.

I think I'm safe enough here.

Thing is...

I was wondering if I could invite you out sometime.

Properly. Oh.

I wouldn't be treading on anyone's toes.

That last time I looked.

But, let's see.

Really sorry.

Can I explain?

The journalist?

Do I look that scummy?

Well, we didn't believe this Uncle Andrew business.

I thought you had Inspector Pascoe in your pocket.

Oh, perish the thought.

You know, waving your cheque book for an exclusive inside death clinic. I

couldn't let that happen, could I, Superintendent?

Shah's a trustee. He didn't mention it to us.

You'd think he would with his client working there.

I wonder if he's got any responsibility for their financial affairs.

I've got a friend in the CPS.

No accounting for taste.

Try not to discriminate.

I'll ask him what the word is on Shah.

No, they look the same to me.

That's all the sister had. A postcard.

It's a definite match from the lab, sir.

Hopcraft's DNA under Mrs. Vanstone's fingernails.

Oh, and the LIO got details of Vanstone's running with Sheffield, the

GHB. Apparently, a student on his course, Melanie Nicole, complained that

he slipped to some.

No complaint of rape, but he did try and take photos of her while she was under

the influence of the drug in her bath.

Let's get a toxicology report on Hopcraft.

That make Hopcraft woozy enough for somebody to get her up on the bridge?

It'd help.

That picture on Marcus's wall.

The Lost Bell of Stream.

Ophelia, just thinking about drowning herself.

Hamlet's girlfriend.

But it's not the really famous one of her.

Naughty.

I know.

Can I bum one?

It's been lost.

Don't get it wet.

Do you think Sir Chris died accidentally?

Me?

I know you're a copper.

Oh.

No, I don't think I did.

It wasn't easy to light, but we had a deep-down sadness somewhere.

Is there something you should have told Inspector Pascoe?

I'm afraid so.

Well, I do.

I was with Sir Chris last night.

He was watching me swim.

I used the pool some nights strictly against regulations.

He asked.

It wasn't the first time, and look, it wasn't nasty, it was just kind of

melancholy.

His tired old body only just in working order and me at my peak.

I didn't mind.

What happened?

Well, when I finished, he said he wanted to sit there by himself for a while, so

I gave him the key and he said he'd lock up and put it back for me.

And then you went to your room?

Yeah.

Did you see anyone?

Mr Marks, but he didn't see me. He was sort of lurking.

Was he?

It was for a project, that's all.

Mel understood once she'd calmed down.

Why not just ask her to pose for you?

It was more authentic. I wanted the look.

I know it sounds weird to you. Just a little.

Is this the only time you've given this drug to someone?

Where were you the night before last, Mr Vanston?

The night before last?

He was with me.

In the grounds of the clinic.

Like he was last night.

Trying to blackmail me.

Mrs. Vanston's left us a fortune, he said.

He'd taken these.

I'm here to discuss terms.

Mr. Vanston?

I was with Judy Venables in her room at the clinic last Friday.

I met her in this club and we went back. I just wanted to take some pictures of

her like...

Like I tried to with Mel.

In her bath?

So I slipped her some GHB in her drink.

She was pretty much out of it on her bed. I took some shots, I went to run

the bath, and when I came back, she'd gone.

I saw her in the corridor.

She just seemed drunk to me.

But then she put her arms around me, and when I tried to help her, she kissed me.

He was round the corner with his camera, though I didn't know it.

Spying. You kissed her back?

It just happened like a reflex pointing the camera.

I didn't know when I took them they'd come in useful.

I put her back in her room. I didn't.

She had a very vague recollection of it the next time I saw her, and on the

morning Mrs. Vanston died, I'm afraid I... Well, I suggested it mightn't be a

bad idea if we got together properly, under ordinary circumstances.

So you two were together the night Maggie Hopcraft died?

Yes, we saw her.

It was around half past eleven.

She was heading away from the clinic.

Nice CPS, Mason.

Tony, go on.

I love this house.

Can't afford to keep it, though.

I needed the extra.

Shaw's a chancer. Left his last partnership under a cloud.

What kind of cloud?

Client's money. He got his knuckles wrapped by the Law Society for bad

arithmetic, but nothing got proved.

Though the rumour is there was forgery involved.

He's bloody good, then, if it is him.

That'll put money on the confession being in Hopcraft's handwriting.

Bernie?

When told me you thought you recognised him?

He didn't remember you, though, did he?

Until last night.

I'm a policeman, Bernie.

Community work.

It is.

Wynne.

Christopher Giles. Marinette.

I know.

Captain.

Royal Army Medical Corps.

Chemical Weapons Research Establishment, 1950 to 54.

You'd have been doing your national service, wouldn't you?

I only saw him once when I filled in the consent form.

He told us that it was to find a cure for the common cold.

So I volunteered.

And now look at me.

You didn't go to bed straightaway last night, did you?

You saw him sitting by the pool.

When I told him who I was and what they'd done to me, he said it was

history.

and I should have been proud to serve my country.

He waved his stick like Lord Muck waving away a peasant.

I grabbed it, swung him round, and he went in.

He could have called for help.

He could have.

He came at you with his stick then, did he?

Did he?

Just put it all down in your statement.

Are you arresting me now?

You're not going anywhere.

I'd rather someone else did.

They'll be gentle, I promise.

Didn't you try for compensation?

The MOTs lost the army medical records.

And their doctors say I could have got like this in any case.

I've no time for doctors.

No time. Full stop.

You're brought up to trust them, aren't you?

Until you see through them.

Was it you called Dr Laurie in to see Mrs Vanston the day before she died?

No.

Maggie Upcraft did.

She said she couldn't find me and it looked urgent.

Was it? Well, Dr Laurie gave her the all clear.

Mrs Vanston complained that Maggie frightened her by getting a doctor out

for no good reason.

And when Dr Laurie was called in the next day, was that you? She was the

obvious choice, as Maggie pointed out.

Mrs Vanston's own GP was miles away and...

As Dr.

Laurie attended her within the previous 24 hours, it meant she could certify

death.

Even though Mrs. Vanston wasn't her patient.

I don't think I need to ask, do I?

To use your phone.

I think we're comparing the wrong things.

The loop is more squiggly on that Y.

The ink's black on the envelope.

More blue-black on the letter.

Which is just to whom it may concern.

It's only the envelope says it was meant for the police.

CID. Wildey.

Any idea where Pascoe is?

His mobile's switched off.

You could try him at home, sir.

Is it urgent?

Could be. So don't knock off yet.

Oh, and if Tweedie's still there, I need her to make a nice, gentle arrest of a

nice, gentle man.

Yes, sir.

Sir. What?

Well, we've just spotted something important.

If you had to choose, Mr. Diehl, a healthy mind or a healthy body?

You tell me, Bernie.

Respect him, sweetie.

He died for his country.

It's me, Peter.

I've been catching up on me reading.

Opcraft's statement says it was her who called your Dr. Lorry in to see Mrs.

Fanston the day before she died.

Mrs. Miles just confirmed that to me.

Dr. Lorry, though, in her statement says... I was called in by the clinic. I

think it was Mrs Miles.

Now why didn't she remember it was Maggie Hotcraft, her patient she'd known

for years?

And Mrs V didn't need a doctor after all, did she?

It was a false alarm.

Suppose it was an alarm someone set off deliberately.

You won't like the way my mind's working, but there's one explanation.

And it's not very nice, I'm afraid, Peter.

Inspector Clouseau.

It's not the title of the film. That's the character. The film was The Pink

Panther. I'm not letting you have that.

Trust me. I'm a policeman.

Came out a couple of years after The Pink Panther. Not with Peter Sellers,

though. And it flopped. If you say so.

Dr Strangelove.

An Inspector Calls.

Cheat. That's a play.

No, I filmed two. 1954.

Alastair Simmons, the Inspector.

Clever clogs.

Dr Zhivago.

Your turn.

Oh, we're here now. You're stuck, aren't you?

No, and the inspector always rings twice.

Postman, wasn't it? I saw it. Jack Nicholson.

Well, this inspector had to ring you twice before you said yes.

Won't fool me.

Because it's not just pervy little students can lay their hands on every

duty tranquilizers, is it?

Some people can do it without...

What? I've only known you four days.

Doesn't seem like it.

No.

Problem.

I'm better.

Don't be long.

I'm hungry.

We should eat soon.

Eventually.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Peter. And find out if she knows Sia when you see her.

You have two new messages.

Message one.

It's me, Peter.

I've been catching up on me reading.

I think you should call a solicitor, Mr. Shaw.

I beg your pardon?

Superintendent DL.

Weatherton CID.

I smell books cooking.

Graham Shaw.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Margaret Ockcraft.

You do not have to say anything... I am aware of the words you know by heart.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something

which you later rely on in court.

Peter?

I'd like to talk.

Oh.

Has a moment passed?

Sort of.

We'll talk then.

I'll get the wine.

No.

Let's sit down.

Do you know a solicitor, Graham Shaw?

Who was that on the phone?

My boss. Do you know Graham Shaw?

Craddock and Shaw in Westgate Lane?

I've met him once.

Under what circumstances?

Don't get all Inspector-ish, come on. Please, just tell me, Alison.

I've lied to you.

I'm sorry.

About Mr Langton's death.

Maggie came to see me a few days after.

She told me she'd killed him. Why?

To spare him suffering.

That was the way she put it. Did you report this to the police? You know I

didn't.

Peter, I made what I thought was a moral choice.

Langton was very, very ill.

His quality of life was deteriorating faster than Maggie could bear to see.

He'd been a regular patient nearly as long as she'd worked there. She wasn't a

bad woman.

And?

I tried to persuade her to go to the police herself.

She wasn't that brave, though. But she had this need, this desperate need to

tell someone.

Sort of make it official.

So she wrote down what she'd done and asked me to look after it.

Trusted me with it.

I see.

I didn't want the responsibility.

I took the confession to Craddock and Shaw for safekeeping and it was Mr Shaw

I dealt with.

I'm sorry I lied.

But that was the truth.

Yeah.

But then why couldn't you...

Pesco.

Yeah.

Right, thanks, Andy.

Wasn't the whole truth, though, was it?

What do you mean?

Char gave Hopcraft's confession to us.

In an envelope supposedly addressed by her to be handed over in the event of

her death.

What?

Did you know that?

No.

Stop it.

Stop lying.

What sort of medicine's good for diarrhoea, Doctor?

Of a verbal variety.

Cos there's this solicitor I know could do with a spoonful.

I don't believe you.

I don't play stupid games, love.

Ronald Langton's bequest to Hopcraft set you thinking, didn't it?

Use her confession to blackmail the poor bloody crack woman into killing another

patient.

One that was leaving a damn sight more than 500 quid.

and leaving it to Paxley Hall.

So Char, as a trustee, could cook you a slice of it.

Right so far?

It was his idea.

Funny that.

He says it was yours.

It was his idea to kill Maggie.

You were on to her.

She wouldn't have held out if you questioned her again.

What was I for?

Oh, come on, Peter.

Even you might have wondered about me being around to certify two suspicious

deaths at Paxley Hall.

Once you got Maggie's confession and checked out Langton's death.

I got him first.

Even me.

I enjoyed the restaurant.

Honestly.

Great food.

Professional anxiety over the pan-fried tuna.

Oh, you didn't claim for that.

I suppose we better start finding the proper procedure.

I'll have my shirt back before you go.

Get her dressed.

I'm sure she fancied you for you as well.

Why risk giving us the confession in the first place?

A genuine confession to another murder.

Straight from the squeaky clean hands of a Ponzi solicitor.

We'd all pack up and go home.

You all right?

All this healthy living.

What about you?

What do you think?

I just saved you from a very bad career move.

Bedtime hanky-panky with a murderer.

Yeah. Thanks.

Wildey!

What are you doing?

Handcuffs and a rattly van!

There's something, Peter.

When you're ready.