New Tricks s04e02 Episode Script

Now, give this one a chance.
Try to keep an open mind.
OK? - I can manage! - Fine.
Oh All the 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 the others, 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 minimise costs, naturally.
Especially the food.
His dog gets better food than we do.
He doesn't eat filets mignon, Leonard, that's for certain.
In fact, our gourmet meal 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 OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say, it's OK # 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 OK # We're getting to the end of the day 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? A morphine-based painkiller.
Which Maggie was prescribed for her arthritis.
When taken in excess, it shuts down the entire respiratory system.
So, the question is - Did she jump or was she pushed? - Exactly.
The original police investigation found insufficient evidence to form a conclusion.
She topped herself.
So would I if I ever ended up in one of those places.
Absolutely.
Concrete coffins, the lot of them.
I've heard some of them are very good.
Especially if you need full-time care.
That's what the 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.
- 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.
When Forensics match the blood to Gillespie then we're done.
You are still chasing that, right? - Should get the results tomorrow.
- OK.
Well, let's dig into this until then and see if it's worth taking to Strickland.
You mean this didn't come from him? Then why are we bothering? He'll never sanction this.
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.
Oh.
You're crossing the line here, you know that, don't you? I'm reviewing a case.
There's no breach of protocol in that.
- If you don't want to come, I'll go by myself.
- Sandra! She can't cope on her own any more.
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, innit? 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 any more.
Detective Inspector Gordon Pullman.
Commendation for bravery 1973.
Died 1975 whilst still in the job.
It's a miracle you ever got hold of a bird, do you know that? - Unlike you, eh, Gerry? - Oi! Still shagging for England, I bet.
Hello, mate.
How are you? Thanks for coming.
Brian Lane, DS Dougie Taylor.
- Good of you to come and speak with us.
- No problem.
Come on, sit down.
Me and Gerry go back a long way.
Best governor I ever had.
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 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 was a right pain in the arse, 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 that 20 minutes.
Can you? I'm more of a Telegraph man myself.
Her medication was kept in a locked cabinet.
There were two keys and the nurse had one.
You have heard of Dr Shipman, I take it? We looked into the nurse.
Fiona Fielding.
I couldn't see it myself.
Ten 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.
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 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.
I wasn't thrilled when she announced it.
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's 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 that things had gone missing there.
We complained.
They said they'd sacked a cleaner and the stealing had stopped.
And now she's dead.
Look, they hadn't sacked any cleaner, right? They just said that to shut him up.
The person doing the nicking was his bloody mother.
Maggie Newley was the thief? Yeah.
Apparently she was a bit of a klepto.
The manager kept finding stuff in her room.
Her mind was going.
So she stole her own engagement ring.
That's quite a trick when you're dead.
That still doesn't mean she was murdered, does it? Somebody could have taken it the next day when they found the corpse.
They being the manager - Colin Meadows, and her fiancé Leonard.
Yeah.
Plus half the other residents there.
At the time this was considered natural causes.
We're not talking about a closed crime scene here.
Besides, it wasn't worth a lot, was it? A couple of grand, tops.
- That's quite a lot to some people.
- So you never found who took it? 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.
I had a stack of other cases building up.
One of them was a serial rapist.
Now, come on, fellas.
Where are you going to put your energies? This is a case of accidental overdose.
Let's not make this into something it isn't, please.
OK.
Yeah, well, thanks for your time.
No.
No, I'm telling you, all right? Just back off.
OK? You lot are getting quite a reputation, aren't you? A reputation for making the rest of us look like a piece of shite.
I'm warning you.
Don't piss in my porridge.
Yeah, right.
We'll bear that in mind.
Gerry, please.
My governor 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.
She doesn't look like a woman who's about to commit suicide.
Esther always wanted me and her to dance like that.
It's easy.
You just grab 'em, spin 'em, twirl 'em.
- Gerry, stop it.
- Working hard, I see.
Er yes, sir.
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.
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.
A conscientious officer might still be working on it.
No, but I checked and nothing led to that.
Was there any new evidence 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.
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.
Then let DS 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.
Just stop it.
We're not doing this any more.
I thought you'd be pleased.
Once it's sold I can You're not moving into that home and that's an end of it.
Have you had a bad day, Sandra? Oh, yes, I have had the shittiest day possible, thanks to you, and I am not going to repeat it.
I've had to stand in front of my boss humiliated by that fact that his accusations were true.
What have you done? Aside from jeopardising my career, you mean? Laying my job on the line so that I can stupidly prove to you that I care.
Yes, it's all about you, isn't it, Sandra, and your precious career? Just like your father.
Oh, for goodness sake! - Why are you doing this? - You said it was better than the other places.
Bollocks.
Why really? Is it some kind of payback? Revenge for the fact I haven't phoned or visited enough? You can be very childish at times.
Oh.
And insisting on going here to where someone was murdered, that's maturity, is it? - You don't know that for sure.
- I do.
I'm certain of it.
You are not moving into a place where the person who did it is still there.
This means you care, does it? Oh, no.
It means I'm selfish, just like you said.
If anybody's going to have the pleasure of murdering you, it bloody well deserves to be me! We've got to do something.
If neither Strickland or her mum'll budge, they've got her balls in a kebab, haven't they? A kebab? I'm hungry.
You know what I mean.
We've got to be able to help her out somehow.
We could always investigate the case unofficially.
There's a point.
Strickland needn't know.
He will when the home complains.
They won't want this thing reopened.
What if they don't know either? We could go in undercover.
Work the case from the inside.
That's brilliant.
- Jack goes in as a resident - 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.
It's got to be one of you.
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.
You go in and I can visit you.
At the same time I can be talking to the staff and the residents.
Be your liaison on the outside.
It's perfect.
You're taking the piss.
All right, I tell you what.
You and I can toss for it, right.
Whoever loses goes in.
Hold on, hold on a minute.
Who's going to pay for all this? We can't just charge it to Strickland.
That's a point.
We'll have to stump up a load of wedge.
How much are we talking about? These places cost a fortune, even split three ways.
I 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.
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, Grandad.
- 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.
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? Can't it wait till tomorrow? All right.
OK.
- Oh, no.
- I've got you, Mum.
I've got you.
What's actually wrong with her? Méniére's disease.
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 whose stupid idea was that? His.
We thought you'd jump at it.
It solves all your problems.
Really? OK.
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.
That wouldn't be a problem.
They've been desperate for people since the incident.
See? I told you.
What if you do find something out? What, then? - We can't use the information - We've sussed that as well.
- Dougie Taylor.
- What do you mean? He's told Strickland that he's still investigating it.
- Like hell he is.
- No.
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.
Of course, if you lot had any sense at all, 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 DI Hall.
DI Martin Hall.
Captain of the Metropolitan Police sprint relay team.
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.
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.
- DI 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 enquiries.
Into the Gillespie case.
- Have we heard from Forensics? - No, not yet.
Er, the paperwork's gone astray.
So we thought we'd better use the time wisely.
Look at the evidence, tie up a few loose ends.
OK, 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.
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 going to 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.
- Ow! - 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 minimise 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, would he? And, oh, yeah, here's the mobile - Oh, right.
in case a thief is lurking about.
And here's a designer watch.
If anybody asks, that's £1,000-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.
- May I come in? - Of course you can, my love, yes.
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.
It's not much, but I have got a kettle on if you'd like a cup of tea.
He'd love one, wouldn't you? Isn't that a lovely gesture, Daddy? - I've got to unpack.
- No, no, you can do it later.
Remember what the doctor said.
Carpe diem.
Seize the day.
And the biscuit.
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 with you.
It does not mean that.
Oh, no, no.
I was forgetting.
It's Alice here.
As 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.
It's straight draw poker.
Do you know how to play it? Right.
Ante up.
Let's see what the new man is made of.
- Four 7 s.
- Oh! Thank you very much.
Mine, I think.
- I'm sorry, you're not allowed - I just want to speak to Leonard.
- Leonard.
- Hi, Daniel.
What's up? I've had a visit from the police.
What did you tell them? - Mr Newley, please.
- Have you found out something important? Nobody's interviewed me in months.
But she said she'd talk to you.
Get off! Don't hurt me, please.
I've just arrived.
I don't know what 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? Mrs Newley.
Go 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.
A 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? For ever.
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? He's settling in, getting to know everyone.
He reckons that Maggie's Leonard is a bit of a ladies' man.
Yeah, I can see that.
My mother liked him after 30 seconds.
And there's another resident there, Pru, who Jack reckons is holding a torch for Leonard.
Ah, straightforward jealousy, then.
Could be, couldn't it? As it happens, my old mum always said she'd kill for Dad.
Maybe that was "swing for him".
If he was anything like you, then 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 OK.
- I'm fine, thank you.
Ring the buzzer if you need me.
I've got a pass key so I can come straight in.
- Right.
- Night, Mr Halford.
Good night.
Gerry? They've taken the bait, the mobile's gone.
Dunno.
Could be a young girl.
Drug addict.
- Did he give a description? - Grungy-looking teenager.
Apparently they hang around there all the time.
Why tell Dougie that Maggie was a thief and not mention a bunch of drug addicts? - Morning.
- Morning.
Are 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.
I'll get you some oil for that.
On the house.
Oil for my brake blocks? What bloody good's that going to do? Hello, Billy.
How's business? I pay my VAT.
No, the other one.
The none-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.
So you won't mind if we have a look round? You won't mind showing me a warrant first, 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 phones in here except this one, and it's bought and paid for.
What's the ringtone on that? Only ours, the one we bugged, does We Are The Champions.
# We Are The Champions - Ha ha! 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 junkie prostitute called Kelly.
She brings him loads of stuff, mostly jewellery.
Old people's things, he said.
- What about Maggie's engagement ring? - Nah.
We showed him the photo, he didn't recognise it.
He's admitted everything else.
If she did nick the ring, she didn't flog it to him.
- Yeah.
That's her.
- We've got an ID.
Her name's Kelly Meadows.
Meadows? Isn't that the manager's name? Could just be a coincidence.
We need to get Dougie in to arrest her.
Oh, Christ.
Quick, get Billy in my office.
Close the blinds.
Quick! Get in.
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.
This is a police station.
You can't just visit when you feel like it.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- It's all right.
I've explained the situation.
Although, given the circumstances, I thought you might like to see to her safe return.
I'd like to sit down.
I feel a bit dizzy.
Perhaps a little water? Yes, of course.
Allow me.
Co-operate.
- Don't you start - Shut up.
I have shut up.
- Bastards.
- Don't! Seems rather empty here.
Where is everyone? Out.
Interviewing witnesses.
We want to make sure we have a solid case.
I thought the Gillespie matter was nearly solved, just a question of Forensics.
Still waiting for confirmation.
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? Erm no, sadly.
I'm divorced.
Oh, that is sad.
Any children? OK, that's enough.
I've got to get my mother home.
Anything else, sir? Er, no.
N-No.
Carry on.
Mrs Pullman.
Mum! - Hi.
Could I have a taxi? - Hello, Mrs P.
- Gerry Standing.
Lovely to meet you.
- 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.
Now that I've embarrassed him into leaving, he can't ask any more awkward questions, can he? And embarrassing me in the process was just the icing, wasn't it? Yes.
- You looking for business? - Hello, love.
Seen this girl? Nah.
You've got some balls to still be investigating.
Dougie, we're doing each other a favour, right? If this case was ten 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 apologise for being good at my job.
And you lost your reputation a long time ago.
I'm still a good copper.
Yeah? Well, prove it, eh.
- Hello.
- Gerry, I've found her.
She's touting in Bartly Street.
You want to bring your car round? Hello, sir.
Fancy a little ride? You've got to ask me what you want first or you might be a copper.
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.
Argh! Get off me! Get off me, you fat perve.
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.
Calm down.
How's Lance Armstrong? Concussion, broken collar bone.
He'll be fine.
- What's she saying? - She's admitted stealing from the home.
Colin Meadows is her dad.
According to her, he helps.
Mostly with drugs, but sometimes with valuables.
- Including Maggie's ring? - 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 ones I'd always been getting.
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, the pills she stole from Maggie.
- Does that mean they were stronger? - Sounds like it.
Tramadol.
It comes in three doses.
They were probably the 150 tablets.
But Maggie was prescribed 50mg, so what was she doing with 150? I don't know, but that would explain why she OD'd.
Esther.
her body could tolerate.
She was prescribed these four times a day.
Triple the dosage would kill her in no time.
Someone swapped the pills.
It looks that way.
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? - 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, hold on.
We made a copy of Colin's pass key, thought it might come in handy.
- Will it fit the nurse's office? - Should do, yeah.
- I want to see the medical records.
- What are 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 at 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 Nursey out of her office? I'll give you a shout as we go by, then you can nip in and have a look.
This won't involve your fabled powers of seduction, will it? If you don't use it, you lose it.
Look at you.
Yes.
Hiya, I'm sorry to bother you but there's a bit of an emergency.
- Oh? - It's Dr Lane, my dad's Reiki therapist.
He's in a terrible state.
- Why? What's wrong with him? - 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 favour of chemical pain relief now.
Yeah.
Won't be a minute, Dad.
Excuse me.
- Mr Halford Junior.
- Gerry, please, Fiona.
Nurse Fielding.
Where's Dr Lane? You said he was All right, I own up.
I told a little fib.
What? I heard the music, saw them all jiving and I thought, "I really fancy a dance with that lovely Nurse Fielding.
" Have you been drinking? Anyone with a pair of pins like yours can see off these old-timers.
Let's show 'em how it's done, eh? - Mr Halford, please.
- Gerry.
And it's my pleasure.
Woo-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.
- Fantastic! - Bravo! Nurse Fielding, a star is born.
Oh, don't be so silly, Leonard.
- May I? - That's quite enough.
Go on, you've got to dance with the residents.
One more time! - Last time.
- Shall we? I think she's broken my foot.
I never thought I would see that.
I'd dance with anyone to this music.
I love it.
Count Basie, Desi Arnaz, my dad used to play it all the time.
He reckons it got him through the war.
- In the army, was he? - Yep.
Regular infantry.
He met my mum at a swing dance on leave.
Yeah, apparently they were really good.
Won competitions and everything.
And sing.
Good old crooner, my dad.
All the old favourites.
Lili Marleen, Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye.
My Maggie used to love those.
He used to sing to my mum.
He'd get me to join in now and again.
He had a great voice, my old dad.
Let's put him on the spot.
I hear that you're a great crooner.
What? Um Er What's the matter? DI 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 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, indeed, I do # You know I do # Give me, give me what I cry for # You know you've got the kind of kisses that I'd die for # You know you make 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.
Jack found the ring in her room.
Mind you, he left it there so Dougie could find it.
Has she confessed? Well, no.
Jack's going to sit in on the interview, try and coax it out of her.
- Unless you want to go? - No.
We're going to 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.
Ill 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.
Matilda's on the scrapheap now because of us.
All we thought about was ourselves.
Ah.
We've arrested someone from the home.
One of the residents.
So she was murdered.
I said.
You never believed me.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Yes.
Thank you.
- It's such a relief.
- I can imagine.
Have you charged them yet? Someone has been charged, although only with the theft of the engagement ring.
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 the spare keys were kept in the main office.
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 a private school while 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.
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 and I can't give them a better future because Grandma needs somewhere to live? She could have come here, lived with us.
But, 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 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.
- Glad you got some respect back.
- Yeah, yeah.
I've been thinking, now we've got the old team back together, - there's a couple of cases - Bye, Dougie.
I could return the favour.
I could work for you.
I'm retiring soon.
Gerry? It was just as we imagined.
What did you call them? God's waiting room.
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.
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.
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 OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say, it's OK # 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 OK # We're getting to the end of the day # High-tech, low-tech, take your pick # Cos you can't teach an old dog a brand-new trick # I don't care what anybody says # At the end of the day