Heartbeat (1992) s04e02 Episode Script

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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me? ♪
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
HE GROWLS,
OTHERS SHRIEK
SCREAMING
Get away!
SHE SHRIEKS
SCREAMING
BOY ROARS,
OTHERS SCREAM
Shh! Come round here.
Be quiet! Quiet! Shh!
- YOUNGER BOY: What's she doing?
- I don't know!
She looks like a witch!
- Come on, come on!
- A witch!
Stop, stop!
- Stop!
- A witch!
Stop! We seen a witch
in the cemetery!
- Where?
- In there! Come on, quick!
- Come on!
- All right, I'm coming.
Come on, a witch!
CHILDREN SHOU
SHEEP BLEA
KATE: Amy Dewhurst.
She was a patient of mine.
Died a few months ago.
What a weird thing to do, though.
You sure it wasn't the kids
just messing about?
They would hardly have flagged
down the first passing copper.
Was it damaged at all?
Probably dampened her
spirits a bit, I should think.
- What did you do with it?
- Well, I put it back, of course.
You better let the family know.
- I've got an address.
- Right.
ON RADIO:
I got a black magic woman ♪
Got a black magic woman ♪
Yes, I got a black magic woman
Got me so blind, I can't see ♪
Was your aunt ever frightened
by an Irishman?
An Irishman?
This thing she obviously
had for all things green.
She said she found it very restful.
Yeah. One word for it.
Don't turn your back
on me baby ♪
Yes, don't turn your
back on me baby ♪
Suppose we were right, were we?
You know, to move in ourselves.
Be worth a fortune once
we've done it up properly.
Yeah, possibly.
- I'll say one thing for this place.
- It's green.
- It's pretty damn big.
ROCK MUSIC ON RADIO
Pretty damn cold as well.
Oh, great!
TURNS UP VOLUME,
MIMICS GUITAR SOLO
TURNS VOLUME DOWN
Er would you like a hand?
Thanks, Aunt Nancy.
You'll not have some with us?
Er, no, thank you.
So, where's the urn now, then?
Back where it belongs, Mrs. Salter.
And no harm done,
as far as I can see.
You're Miss Dewhurst's
niece, aren't you?
- Great-niece, yes.
- And she lived here with you, did she?
With Aunt Nancy, actually.
Until Aunt Amy died,
and then everything came to me
as the only surviving relative.
For the last ten years, I've been
in the music business down south.
Oh, I see.
This woman these kids saw
would they recognise
her again, do you think?
Well, the little girl
thought she was a witch.
She was all dressed in
black from head to foot.
Really?
Rings a bell, does it,
that description?
Could do.
Aunt Nancy?
- Could she be in her room?
- Oh, she doesn't live here.
Not any more.
Not since Aunt Amy died.
See, Nancy isn't Marjorie's real aunt,
just her late aunt's companion.
So, when you moved in,
she had to move out?
It was made quite clear to her
she could take as long she liked
to find somewhere of her own.
And we kept her on.
She still does the housekeeping
here just to keep her in funds.
After all, she could hardly
have stayed on permanently.
I mean, it's not as if she's family.
It'd be a bit odd.
Where's she living now?
She rents a cottage down
on Watermeadow Lane.
Nice little place.
Ideal, really, for
somebody on their own.
APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS
- Yes?!
CAT MEOWS
- Oh, erm I'm-I'm Claude, er
- I know who you are!
- Once seen, never forgotten, eh?
- What do you want?
I-I've just formed a new company.
I've got no cards yet, but we do
agricultural and domestic servicing.
- You what?
- Odd jobs.
Have you got owt you want doing?
Oh, I could do with some
wood chopping, I suppose.
Aye, that'll do.
You're not really gonna
scoff all that, are you, Alf?
Good God, no.
What I thought I'd do for a change
was push it up my
nose with a pencil.
Only, you're gonna have to get
yourself in shape, you know.
In what?
Well, you've heard about this latest
bright idea of Crossley's, haven't you?
From now on, all officers have to attend
at least two PT sessions a week.
Oh, give over!
That's right, you know.
There's a notice up on t'board.
- Miss Bellow?
- It is.
PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
- Oh, yes?
- Can we have a word, do you think?
LOW GROWL
I know nothing about a funeral urn.
So, where were you this
morning, Miss Bellow?
Up at the house.
And you were there
all morning, were you?
Yes.
You didn't, by any chance,
drop in on the cemetery
on your way over there, did you?
And why would I do that?
Pay your respects, perhaps?
To what? An urn?!
The problem is, Miss Bellow,
we do have three children
who witnessed the incident.
They told us that a woman fitting
your description was responsible.
Then, they were obviously mistaken,
weren't they, young man?
Hm?
GREENGRASS GRUNTS
What are you up to, Claude?
Earning a living.
You haven't done anything
really stupid, I hope, Rowan
like charging her?
Well, I thought I'd see what
you thought first, Sarge.
You have cautioned her, right?
You've put the fear of God up her?
Well, I've warned her, anyway.
So, then, let's leave
it at that, shall we?
Right.
Unless, of course,
she starts making a habit
of running around churchyards,
chucking urns away.
HE CHUCKLES
Daft old bat.
What do you think of Crossley's
latest brainwave, then, Nick?
- What's that, Alf?
- About us all having to keep fit.
Really?
It's all up there on
the board, Nick.
Hm!
Now, er, what you wanna do, Alf,
is break yourself in gently at first
with a few early morning runs.
- That's right, innit, Nick?
- That's right, yeah.
And, of course, cutting back
the fags to 80 a day
can only help, you know.
You're gonna give
him a heart attack.
No, he's had a heart attack
already just reading it.
Oh, we'll have a bit of you,
I suppose, today. I suppose we will.
SHE MUTTERS
gotta go, I suppose.
You know old Nancy Bellow,
don't you?
Only as a patient.
You don't think it was her, do you?
Well, everything points to her.
I thought that whole business
was wrapped up now.
Well, it is. Officially.
Just bothers me a bit, that's all.
Why don't you sleep on it, love?
I'm not that tired.
Oh
PHONE RINGS
MUSIC: You Really Got Me
by The Kinks
HARRY: Come on!
Come on!
HE RETCHES
PHONE RINGS
Aidensfield Police.
Yeah, yeah.
Kate!
Come on!
MARJORIE: Harry!
Harry, please!
Hang on, love.
It's all right, they're coming.
See, don't ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I
can't sleep at night
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I don't
know what I'm doin' ♪
- Mr. Salter
- Never mind about me. It's my wife.
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
You got me so I
can't sleep at night
You really got me. ♪
It looks like food poisoning.
Do you know what caused it?
Impossible to say yet,
but the only thing either of them can
remember having all day is some soup.
- Go on, then. You go over.
- No, John!
Suppose she turns you into summat!
CAR APPROACHES NEARBY
Not chicken, are you?
Might be a chicken
she turns him into!
HE CLUCKS
- Leave him alone.
- Chicken! Shh!
CAR DOOR CLOSES
QUIETLY: John, quick, come on!
Let's go! Go, go, go!
KNOCK ON DOOR
THEY GIGGLE
Did you know Mr. and
Mrs. Salter are in hospital?
Hospital?
Mm. Admitted during the
night with food poisoning.
Are they gonna be all right?
Oh, yes, I think so.
But I want to try and
find out what caused it.
- That's why am here, actually.
- Oh?
You see, according to Mr. Salter,
the only thing either of them
can remember having
all day is some soup.
I'm sure that won't have
done anybody any harm.
I make all my own soups!
Can you tell me exactly what
you made it with, Nancy?
Oh potatoes, leeks, onions
a few home-grown herbs.
Nothing that would poison anybody.
I had a bowl of it myself!
And was there any left over?
None, no.
What about the pan you made it in?
Washed and put away.
Just like everything else
when I finish cooking.
Right. Well, thanks for your help.
I'm afraid when something
like this happens,
I have to ask these
sort of questions.
Oh, and don't worry
about Mr. and Mrs. Salter.
They'll back on their feet
in a couple of days. Bye-bye.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Witch's cat, witch's cat!
She's coming!
- What?
- Run away!
Quick, come on, then!
NANCY SHOUTS
Off!
- Come on!
- Oh
Flaming kids!
Course, you can get your body
back in shape these days
without even moving out
of your chair, you know, Alf.
- Can I?
- Course you can.
And they're all at it in America,
you know. All the top lads.
- Morning, sir.
- Bellamy.
Sir
Sergeant Blaketon's out.
Then he'll have no objection
to my using his office for a bit,
will he, Bellamy?
I wouldn't bet the coin of
the realm on that, neither.
Arsenic poisoning?
Not in the sort of dosage
that would kill anybody,
but strong enough to make them
pretty poorly for a couple of days.
Well, how would they have
come into contact with arsenic?
It could be something they were
using in their home, I suppose.
They're still in hospital,
aren't they?
Not for long.
They've made a good recovery.
Right. Better have a word.
- So, you've seen Marjorie?
- Oh, yes.
- Is she all right?
- Coming home tomorrow, she thinks.
Yes, that's what I've been told.
Oh, hello, Mr. Rowan.
Mr. Salter. Miss Bellow.
Morning.
Oh, anyway, I'll be off.
Er oh, and I brought you these.
Thanks very much.
Bye now. Bye.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- How you feeling?
- Better than I did, at least.
Look, erm, thanks.
I think you and your wife
saved our lives, you know.
All part of the service.
Look, you do know it
was arsenic poisoning?
I do, yeah.
- Any idea what might have caused it?
- None whatsoever.
- You using any rat poison?
- We haven't got rats.
Anything in the garden that
might have a poison base?
I haven't been near the garden yet.
As I said, the only thing either of
us can remember having yesterday
was the soup.
Well, if you think of anything else,
give me a call, eh?
I'll do that.
Thanks. Bye, then.
Bye.
HE STRAINS
DOOR OPENS,
HE GRUNTS
You all right, Alf?
- Me?
- You look a bit red.
I can't think why!
KNOCK ON DOOR
Sorry, sir. I was looking
for Sergeant Blaketon.
Something you need a word
about, is there, Rowan?
- Not really, sir. It'll keep.
- Tell me anyway.
Well, it's probable something
and nothing, really, sir.
Go on.
Well, it all started with some old
biddy vandalising a funeral urn,
and now we've got two people in
hospital with arsenic poisoning.
Really?
Something wrong with your
wrist, then, is there, Ventress?
Er, well, I think I've
probably sprained it, Sarge.
Aye, as long as you're not thinking
of taking any time off
on the strength of it.
I think it's about time you had
another word with Miss Bellow.
In fact, I'll tell you what,
we'll both go.
Something I can help
you with, is there, sir?
I wouldn't have thought so,
Sergeant.
Right, then, Rowan, let's
get over there, shall we?
Right, then. Sarge.
Er, Sarge.
- Sarge.
- Yes, Ventress?
About these keep-fit
sessions, Sarge.
I can't see myself able to do much
with this wrist, you know.
What keep-fit sessions?
Well, you stuck the notice
up on the board, Sarge,
from Inspector Crossley.
- I did, Ventress?
- Yes, Sarge.
Are you sure about this?
Well, somebody did!
MUSIC: 'Just One Look'
by The Hollies
Just one look
That's all it took, yeah
Just one look
That's all it took, yeah
Just one look
# And I felt so I, I
I'm in love ♪
With you
Oh, oh!
I found out
How good it feels,
feels, feels
To have your love
Oh, oh!
Say you will
Will be mi-i-ine forever
And always
Oh, oh!
Just one look ♪
- Let me see!
SHE SIGHS
GREENGRASS:
All right, what's your game?
Hey, come 'ere, come 'ere!
Come 'ere.
- What do you think you're doing?
- Get off me, will you?!
Yeah, leave me brother
alone, you big fat lump!
Kick his dog, will you?!
'Ey, don't even think about it!
And you two, come 'ere!
We weren't doing any harm!
No, just mithering
the living daylights
out of that poor old lady, right?
Cos she's a witch, that's why!
Oh, is she?
Show you her broomstick, did she?
All witches don't have broomsticks.
All the ones I know have.
In any case, you're talking daft.
I mean, all she is is summat
you three are going to be
one of these days - old!
I mean, she's not always
looked like that, you know.
No more than I've
always looked like this.
I mean, I used to open the
batting for Yorkshire.
- You did?!
- Aye, and look at me now.
I get out of breath
opening a bag of crisps!
Come on. Hup.
Now, sit. That's a good boy.
There we are.
Haven't you three got owt
better to do than hang about,
making a nuisance of yourselves?
Bet you used to muck around
when you were a kid!
Oh, did I?
When I were a kid, I used to go
around, trying to help folk, didn't I?
Because I was a Boy Scout.
Did you wear shorts?
THEY LAUGH
What sort of good
turns did you do?
All sorts of good turns.
I used to go out of
my way, didn't I,
trying to find old folk
who I could help.
Like I could do with a bit of
help now with these logs.
Ain't you getting paid for it, then?
"Paid"?
You don't think I'd charge that
old lady in there money, do you,
to chop up a few logs?!
So how can we help, then?
Well, for a start, you can
put them logs in that basket.
Right.
Well, come on, then, you two!
CAT MEOWS
KNOCK ON DOOR
Miss Bellow?
- Yes?
- Inspector Crossley.
And you already know
Constable Rowan, I believe.
Could we have a quick word,
do you think?
What about?
Well, just a few points
I'd like to clarify.
Best inside, I would've thought.
So, you really hated her that much,
did you, your old friend Amy?
- What?
- Well, you must've done.
Why else do you throw
a funeral urn away?
I've already told you,
I know nothing about that!
Miss Bellow, we have at
least three witnesses
who are prepared to swear
they saw you do it.
You best talk to them,
then, hadn't you?
Now, look, we don't enjoy this
any more than you do, you know,
so why don't you do yourself a
favour and stop messing us about?
I'd hate to charge you
for obstructing the police
as well as everything else.
Now, why don't you sit down?
Something she once said
to you, was it, Nancy?
Something you've never been
able to forgive or forget?
If you only knew
TEARFULLY: just how badly
that woman let me down!
SHE CONTINUES SOBBING
How did she let you down, Nancy?
The lot.
That's what I was promised.
Everything. The house, everything!
And not surprising
when you realise
how I carried her around
all those years.
And then, when the will were read
nothing. Not a penny.
Not even a decent roof
over my head any more!
- Everything went to the Salters, right?
- Who we'd hardly seen for ten years!
- And you resented that?
- Wouldn't you have?!
Of course I would.
No wonder you lost your rag.
- My rag?
- In the soup, was it, Nancy?
I I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm asking what you used to put
Mr. and Mrs. Salter in hospital.
Spot of rat poison, was it?
That's usually the favourite
in these cases.
You're mad.
No, no, no, you were the
one who was mad, Nancy.
Good and mad.
So mad, in fact, you couldn't
help yourself, could you?
Any more than you could when
you laid eyes on that funeral urn.
I tell you, I don't know
what you're on about!
Got any here in the cottage,
have you? Rat poison?
No.
You'll have no objection if we
have a quick look around, then?
I will, you know.
Look, if you've got nothing
to hide, Nancy
Cos I won't have you rooting
through my things, that's why.
We can, of course, get a
warrant, you understand?
Then, you'd best get
one, hadn't you?
As you wish, Miss Bellow.
As you wish.
Sir you don't really think
she did it, do you?
Well, why not? She had the
opportunity and the motive.
Now, I want you to start by
checking the poison registers
of all likely shops in the area.
But if our suspicions turn out to be
entirely unjustified, then, for now,
it's strictly between us.
CAR DOOR CLOSES,
ENGINE STARTS
What are you talking about?
Look, according to this,
Nancy bought rat poison with
an arsenic base only last week.
That's enough to kill a regiment.
CHILDREN: Mr. Greengrass! Claude!
What do you three want?
Nothing!
'Ey, I told my dad what you said.
What I said?
- About opening t'batting for Yorkshire!
- Oh.
- He said he'd never 'eard of you.
- Neither had my dad!
Oh, well, they wouldn't
have done, would they?
Why not?
Well, because people only
remember Len, don't they?
- Len who?
- Len who?!
Len Hutton, of course!
I mean, when people talk about
Yorkshire opening batsmen,
they only talk about Len.
They don't think about the people
blocking up the other end
while he were breaking his records.
And that were you, then,
were it, Mr. Greengrass?
Yeah. Apart from when I were
opening the bowling, like.
- Were you a bowler as well, then?
- A bowler?!
They used to come to Headingley
from miles around
just to see my chinaman.
And when I bowled my googly,
even Len had trouble picking it.
- What's a chinaman?
- Chinaman?
Oh, well, that's a bit difficult
to describe, really.
Look, I'll have a word
with Nancy Bellow, sir.
There may be a perfectly
reasonable explanation.
All in good time, Rowan.
All in good time.
Where are the Salters at the moment?
They're being discharged
from hospital this morning.
Right, well, when they come home,
I shall want you to
pay them a visit.
- Right, sir.
- But first
whose decision was it not to take
this urn business any further?
Sergeant Blaketon's, sir.
Mm. Who else?
But it was a decision I was more
than happy to go along with, sir.
But then, as a humble constable,
yours is not to reason
why, is it, Rowan?
- Still determined to nail her, is he?
- Yeah, but not just her, perhaps.
Hm?
Well, just seems odd
that Crossley's taken
such a personal
interest in this case.
- What are you getting at?
- Oh, I don't know.
I've just got this funny feeling
that maybe he's got
more than Nancy
Bellow in his sights.
Aunt Nancy.
Oh is that for us?
Shepherd's pie for your dinner.
Only, we've already had
sandwiches, you see.
Today. At the hospital.
Oh, yes.
In fact, I think we'll be giving
dinner a miss altogether in future.
Trying to lose a bit
of weight, you see.
Oh, I see.
SCRAPING
You told her?
DOORBELL RINGS
Nancy?
Nancy!
SCRAPING
Got you back at it, has she?
My wife should've been a
foreman on the pyramids.
One of those with a big bullwhip.
There he goes again, fantasising.
Well, what can we
do for you this time?
Er, just one more thing.
Whose decision was it to
have your aunt cremated?
Her dying wish, apparently.
Oh, right.
Well, according to
Aunt Nancy, anyway.
Well, she should know.
So you'd consider her to be entirely
compos mentis, would you?
Yes.
A bit of an eccentric, perhaps.
What was her late companion,
Amy Dewhurst, like?
More or less an invalid when
I joined the practice. More tea?
No, thank you.
What did she die of?
Heart failure, brought on
by pernicious anaemia.
But, principally, old age.
And you saw no reason
to call for an autopsy?
No. Certainly not.
There were, in fact, no
suspicious circumstances?
If there had been, Inspector,
I'd hardly have signed the
death certificate, would I?
Nor would my colleague
at the hospital.
Of course not. Silly question.
Oh, well, must get on.
Thanks very much for the tea.
You're welcome.
Oh, by the way, you wouldn't still
happen to have Amy Dewhurst's
old medical file anywhere,
would you?
I probably have.
Any chance of a quick
look at it sometime?
Unless, of course, that
causes you ethical problems.
Not now that she's dead, I suppose.
I'll look it up for you.
Thanks. Bye, then.
Goodbye, Inspector.
Bellamy! I want all this lot cleared
up before you go home tonight.
Oh, I'm sorry, Phil.
HE CHUCKLES
So, he's been round here
chatting you up, then, has he,
the good inspector?
I can see I'm gonna have
to watch you two.
Don't worry, love.
He's more interested in Amy
Dewhurst's body than mine, I'd say.
Oh, really?
He was going on and on about her.
Well, he's had me finding out whose
decision it was to have her cremated.
He thinks she was poisoned as well.
- It's ridiculous.
- That's what I thought.
I mean, if she had been,
you'd have known, right?
Well not necessarily.
It'd depend on what she was
poisoned with. And the dosage.
Oh, my God, Nick.
Wouldn't it be terrible if she
really had been poisoned?
I mean, for a start,
where would it leave me
as the one who'd signed
the death certificate?
Well, where would it leave you?
Well, put it this way, it wouldn't
do me much good, would it?
This funeral urn business,
Blaketon
Yes, sir?
As far as you were concerned,
it simply wasn't worth pursuing?
Well, it's hardly the crime
of the century, is it, sir?
And I believe the lady
in question is in her 60s.
Hardly gaga, from what I've seen.
Oh, I see.
You know her, then, do you, sir?
We've met, yes.
Well, now, there you have the
advantage over me, I'm afraid, sir.
Yes, I do, don't I, Blaketon?
Do you know why?
I took the trouble to check.
Just in case next time she decided
to do something a bit more serious
than vandalise funeral urns.
And do you want to know
something, Sergeant?
It appears that she already has.
- Really, sir?
- Yes, Sergeant.
But then that's what the
job's all about, isn't it?
Following up on things.
Leading by example if necessary.
Because I'll tell you now, Sergeant,
if you aren't prepared to do that
or if you don't feel up
to doing it any more,
you're of no use to me, I'm afraid.
Ah, there you are, Rowan.
About time. Come on.
CROSSLEY: Now, Miss Bellow
you told us yesterday that you
hadn't purchased any rat poison.
- Isn't that right?
- Yes.
You bought some from the Aidensfield
Stores only last Tuesday.
- No.
- You signed the poison register, Nancy.
In fact, it wasn't the first time
that you'd bought poison from there,
was it, Miss Bellow?
You bought a bag of the same
stuff from the same store
just seven months ago.
I don't remember.
Your signatures for both
purchases are in the book.
It was for the rats.
The rats, Miss Bellow?
Up at the house. We had rats.
Oh, you mean on the
first occasion, right?
Yes!
Oh, what about last week?
Was that also for the rats?
- Yes!
- Really?
Mr. Salter knew nothing about it.
Not for there, for here.
Oh, I see!
You have rats here as well,
then, do you?
I thought I'd seen something.
Droppings.
- Really?
- It's true, I tell you.
Why won't he believe me?
HE GROANS
Let's talk about the cremation of
Amy Dewhurst, shall we, Miss Bellow?
Now, it was you who told the Salters
it was what she always wanted?
- Well, it was!
- It's also the perfect cover, right?
"Cover"?
There's absolutely
no way of establishing
the presence of poison
in human ashes.
Only, what you failed to take into
account was the Beardsley method,
you see.
I don't understand.
It's a new forensic technique.
I tell you, I don't know
what you're on about!
Miss Bellow, seven months ago,
you bought some rat poison.
Then, a couple of months later,
Amy Dewhurst died of symptoms
that could be consistent
with poisoning.
Last week, you bought some
more poison, and this time,
Amy Dewhurst's niece
and her husband,
two people that you openly
admit to resenting bitterly,
went down with poisoning.
Now, if you were in our
position, Miss Bellow,
what conclusion would you make?
I want you to go now.
I want you out of this house,
do you understand?
Just think how much better
you'd feel now, Nancy,
if you got the whole
thing off your chest.
Out of this house!
SHE GROANS, RETCHES
It's news to me, that one, sir.
What?
She bought rat poison from
the Stores seven months ago.
It's because when you
checked the registers,
you didn't go back far enough.
That's why, Rowan.
- But you did?
- Correct.
And the Beardsley method, sir?
You haven't heard
of that one, Rowan?
- No, sir.
- Neither has anybody else.
- You made it up?
- Well, we need a confession.
It's the only way we're
gonna crack this one,
so we'll leave her to stew
for about 24 hours,
then we'll have another go at her.
You got some sort of problem
with that, Rowan?
Just not my style, sir
browbeating confused old ladies.
You disappoint me. I wouldn't have
thought you were so squeamish.
No, sir.
PHONE RINGS
Aidensfield Police.
It is.
Hello, Mr. Salter.
What?
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
It's the Salters. They're ill again.
I can't believe it's happened again.
The symptoms are identical.
I think it's Scheele's green.
You what?
It's what happened
to Clare Booth Luce.
Who?
She was the American
ambassador to Rome.
I've been reading up.
Kate, I haven't got the faintest
idea what you're talking about.
Come here.
Clare Boothe Luce was suddenly
struck down by arsenic poisoning.
It was quite a scandal.
Do you know what caused it?
What?
The ceiling.
Dust, to be exact, falling from
the ceiling of her bedroom.
Copper arsenic was used as a pigment
in paints for interior decoration.
Until someone cottoned onto the
fact that one particular colour
was poisoning people.
Scheele's green.
Then it was banned.
Is this what happened
to the Salters?
Well, I can say for sure until this
has been properly analysed.
But the plaster they've disturbed
must have been here for
half a century at least.
And they'll have been
breathing it in
in pretty substantial quantities
as they chipped away.
And Amy Dewhurst?
We'll never know, will we?
CHILDREN PLAYING OUTSIDE
CHILDREN GIGGLING
GIRL: You can't catch me!
So the lab can confirm
all of this, can they?
Yeah, they just did, Sarge.
Substantial quantities
of the arsenic compound
have been found in the plaster.
So why have you
come to me with this
and not Inspector Crossley?
Well, I did try and get him, Sarge,
but he appears to be out
of his office at present.
So what I thought was perhaps
I could leave you to tell him
while I go and put Nancy
Bellow's mind at rest.
I see.
All right, Rowan. Off you go.
Sarge there is one thing I
still don't quite understand.
Oh, aye?
Why CID have kept such a
low profile about all this.
I mean, in view of the seriousness
of the original allegations,
presumably, Inspector Crossley will
have kept them informed, won't he?
DOOR CLOSES
Thank you, Rowan.
Get me Divisional CID, please.
Chief Superintendent Royston.
Thank you.
Mr. Greengrass! Mr. Greengrass!
- Mr. Greengrass, come quickly!
- Can't you see I'm busy?
- Come on!
- Why? What's the matter?!
Come on! Just come, quick!
Oh, hello, sir.
Sergeant Blaketon over at Ashfordly.
HE CHUCKLES
Aye, long time, no see.
Well, it's about these poisonings
we've had up here.
Bit of a turn up for the book.
Well, I'm sure Inspector Crossley
has kept you fully informed.
Oh, he hasn't?
It's the witch, mister! She's dead!
- Where?
- In there!
Blimey
GREENGRASS: Come on, love.
C-Come on. Oh!
You better get an ambulance, quick.
Oh, no.
BELL RINGS
So, what are her chances?
Well, about uh 50-50, sir.
- And definitely attempted suicide?
- She left a note, sir.
Oh? Saying what, exactly?
Well, she protested her complete
innocence of these poisonings
that she's been accused of,
and she was very distressed,
apparently,
that the police didn't believe her.
PHONE RINGS
Sergeant Blaketon.
Oh, er, hello, sir.
Yes, sir, he is.
Thank you, sir.
It's for you, sir.
Chief Superintendent Royston,
Divisional CID.
WHISPERS: Sergeant
Excuse me, sir.
- Yes, sir?
- "What's going on down there?!"
Gotcha.
Rowan!
Why the hell didn't you come to me
with this report about the plaster?
I couldn't find you, sir.
Then, you should've hung onto
it until you could, dammit!
Inspector.
Oh, so, erm, how is she?
Likely to pull through, thanks
to my husband's prompt action.
Otherwise, she'd be dead.
You must feel very relieved, Inspector.
Would you care to amplify
that remark, Doctor?
Oh, I'd be happy to amplify
it at the inquiry.
There will be an inquiry,
won't there, Inspector?
I won't forget this, Rowan.
Now, then how's
Nancy doing, then?
- Oh, I think she'll be okay.
- Thank the Lord for that.
We're going into business
together, you know.
Doing what?
Well, we've not got
the cards printed yet,
but we're going to be merchandising
conflagrational combustibles.
- What?
- Selling firewood.
Can I put you down
for a few bundles?
When did you talk her into this?
Sometime next week,
with a bit of luck.
HE CHUCKLES
- He's gone already?
- According to Blaketon.
Who I last saw doing cartwheels
round his office.
He's gone where, exactly?
Oh, to wherever they send
thrusting young inspectors
caught poaching on the CID's patch.
So, we're getting ourselves
a new inspector, then, Sarge?
Aye, Inspector Murchison is due
to arrive sometime this morning.
- So, what's he like, then?
- Well, you tell me, lad.
Well, whoever it is, he's gotta be
an improvement on the last one.
That's enough of that
out of you, Bellamy.
- Sergeant Blaketon?
- It is.
Inspector Murchison.
I'm the new subdivisional
inspector at Whitby.
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