"CAR HORN HONKS" "Yoo-hoo!" "Do you want a lift?" " Where are you headed?" " Hambleston." "Glenda Pikes had triplets, so I'm taking her a shepherd's pie." "What do you think, Mrs M?" "Isn't she divine?" "I think SHE should slow down." "She arrived this morning." "A present from Monty." "He's so wonderfully generous." "Didn't think to give you driving lessons at the same time?" "Sidney says I'm a very good driver." "Ha!" "The words of a rogue and thief, whose wages you pay." "SHE HONKS THE HORN" "Would you keep your eyes on the road?" " Perhaps you'd prefer to walk." " There's no maybe about it." "In fact, I'd like you to stop this car at once." "Suit yourself." "TYRES SCREECH / LOUD THUD" "What a mess." "CHURCH BELL TOLLS" "AMBULANCE BELL CLANGS" "What a fine mess you've got us into." "Well, that's rich." "It wasn't my fault!" "Oh, so the wall just ran out into the road in front of us, did it?" "If I recall, it was you who asked me to stop the car." "The Countess of Montague." "Fetch Sir Malcolm immediately." "...you'd have known I didn't mean you to stop there and then!" "Her ladyship's nose will need to be reset under general anaesthetic." "Same goes for your arm." "You've got a displaced fracture, which will need operating on when the swelling goes down." "And how long is that going to take?" "Around three days." "Until then, I suppose I'm stuck here with you." "Don't worry, Mrs McCarthy." "I intend to be out of here as soon as..." "Ah, Malcolm!" "At last." "Apologies for the delay." "I was in theatre." "How's Emma and the children?" "Oh, in finer fettle than you at this present moment." "Although, what an honour it is to have the chair of the hospital board entrusted to our care." "Quite." "Do you think you could put in a call to Dickie Frobisher?" "I'm sure he'll want to do my operation in Harley Street." "Yes." "Of course." "If you aren't concerned that it will send out mixed messages, given your unstinting support for the National Health Service." "Well, yes, but..." "Indeed, if you don't have faith in our new vision... how can the people of Britain?" "How indeed?" "But at least you have your friend to keep you company." "SHE CLEARS HER THROAT AWKWARDLY" "You will never guess who the new anaesthetist is." " What are you doing?" " Have you seen the state of this cupboard?" "It's an accident waiting to happen." "Has no-one ever said you sound like Matron." " It's Tony Fairfax!" " Who?" "He was a registrar when I did my training at Tommies." "Also known as Dr Dish." "Although, I warn you, he's the love-them-and-leave-them variety." "Strictly not husband material." "In which case," "I'm sure Nurse Honeywell isn't the least bit interested." "There's a tower of bedpans awaiting your attention in the sluice room." "TOGETHER:" "Yes, Matron." "So how was Mr and Mrs Beaks' funeral?" "A good turnout." "After 60 years together, it was a blessing they went within days of each other." "HE COUGHS POLITELY" "Do you find my facial injuries amusing?" " No, my lady." " Perish the thought." "Because so much as a smile out of you will result in instant dismissal." "And you, Father, can kiss goodbye to your substantial annual donation to the roof fund." "Well, you've only yourself to blame." "Careering around the countryside at that speed!" "Anyone would think you were trying to kill the pair of us." "I'm beginning to wish I had!" "Now you see what I have to put up with?" "Father, how exactly are you going to cope with me being in here?" "Well, we'll just have to manage." "Mm." "Oh..." "Give it here!" "See how high you can get." "Oi!" "What you doing?" "!" "Sorry, Mrs Beale." "No smoking during Sir Malcolm's ward round." "Good evening, Sir Malcolm Dr Fairfax." "Good evening, Matron." "Lead on." "We have one new arrival this evening, transferred from casualty." "Mrs Garrity, 65." "Fell off a ladder picking apples." "She's suffered a concussion and a humeral fracture." "The orthopaedic registrar thinks it should be reduced in theatre." "Did you think to tell the orthopaedic reg that I've better things to do with my time than reduce a minimally-displaced fracture?" "I believe the patient reported numbness." "Dr Irvine was concerned about neurovascular compromise." "I never thought I'd see you again." "Well, I never!" "Mr and Mrs Weston." "Fair enough." "Put her first on my list in the morning." "Mrs Crabbe." "Suspected appendicitis." "We're just waiting for her haemoglobin test to come back." "HORSE RACING COMMENTARY ON RADIO" "TURNS RACING COMMENTARY OFF" "I knocked, but nobody heard." "Mrs Steele." " To what do I owe the pleasure?" " I'm your locum parish secretary, appointed by the parish council during Mrs McCarthy's absence." " Sidney Carter." " I know who you are." "And I can see..." "I have my work cut out." "Right, belt-and-braces job and out of here in double-quick time." "Ready to go?" "I don't like her colour." "I'm going to cut the gas and increase her oxygen." "She's not responding." "OK." "Nothing but pure O2 now." " Still not responding." " Is there an obstruction?" "There's no obstruction." "Look at the bag." "Are you unwell?" "I think the patient is the one in need of your attention." "She's stopped breathing." "Adrenaline." "One in 10,000." "Quickly, Nurse." "There's no pulse." "Watch where you're going, Sergeant!" "Oh... the Royal and Ancient." "Very swanky." "What's your handicap, sir?" "A wife and two kids and club rules state no women or children." "All I need is a referee and I'm on the fairway, along with the rest of the local luminaries." "Coroner's office called, sir." "Death at the hospital." "And that's of interest because...?" "Unknown causes." "The police are obliged to investigate." "Er, Sir Malcolm Braithwaite's been informed that we'll be paying him a visit." "You can tell the coroner to stick his red tape where the sun don't shine!" "As if Her Majesty's Constabulary have got nothing better to do than investigate non-suspicious..." "Sir Malcolm Braithwaite?" "Mm." "He's the chief surgeon at St Luke's, sir." "He's the secretary for the membership committee." "I spy a silver lining, Sergeant." "Well, chop chop!" "What are you waiting for?" "Nurse, what's going on?" "Everyone seems to be at sixes and sevens." "I'm afraid Mrs Garrity passed away on the operating table this morning." " Nurse..." " Ah-ah-ah!" " What happened?" " No-one knows." "The operation hadn't even started and it was only a fractured humerus." "Not that there's anything for you to worry about." "Although, there will be a full investigation, of course." "When you've finished alarming the pre-operative patients," "Mrs Dolan's hernia needs dressing." "Yes, nurse." "And for goodness' sake, change that apron before Matron catches you and blows a gasket." "They're painting the railings." "I must have brushed past them." "Damn and blast!" "That's me fined five shillings if it doesn't come out." "Paint is the very devil." "Try turpentine and ammonia, mixed with a cup of salt." "Thanks, Mrs McCarthy." "You're a life-saver." "The patient's respiration started to fail, so I cut the nitrous oxide and put her onto pure O2." "She failed to respond, so I administered adrenaline." "Sadly, to no avail." "And has the equipment been checked?" "Fully checked, before and after the operation." "The procedure was textbook." "I'm afraid these things happen, Inspector." "Anaesthetics is still very much in the unchartered waters of the medical profession." "Sir Malcolm alludes to the fact that, six months ago, a patient died whilst under anaesthetic in my care, leading to a General Medical Council enquiry, at which I was fully exonerated." "I can provide you with a full copy of the report, if you'd care to read it." " God, no!" "Here's the rub, Inspector." "We are in the vanguard of the greatest social experiment in history." "The National Health Service." "Providing free medical care to all at the point of delivery." "The last thing we need right now is anyone doubting us." "Oh, do you play?" "I'm up for membership at the R and A, as it happens." "Oh, well... we're always keen to welcome like-minded pillars of the establishment." "I'm sure you'll find us all a mutually supportive lot." "Anything else, Sergeant?" "Then I think were finished here." "See you in the clubhouse." "CHURCH BELL TOLLS" "Argh!" "Balaclava..." "Nice touch." "Element of surprise." "Your reaction times are getting faster, Father." "Father Brown?" "Mrs Steele." "Erm, Sid was just teaching me the noble art of self-defence." "I see." "Mother Augustine is here." "I put her in the study." "Right." "Yes." "I'm on my way." "If you could restrain yourself from attacking her." "HE WINCES IN PAIN" "I'll be off." "I find myself wondering why would a man of the cloth have a need to defend himself?" "You never know when you might get in trouble." "Trouble begets trouble." "And from what I hear, you, young man, are trouble with a capital T." "You reckon, do you?" "Father Brown should be doing God's work, instead of brawling in public in the churchyard." "Well, Father Brown is not your average priest." "I don't know what Bridget McCarthy was thinking, but I think he'll find I run a tighter ship." "Good luck with that!" "At last, a nurse next to a frying pan and my stomach's turning somersaults." "Be a good girl and rustle up some bacon and eggs." "Yes, Doctor." "Just as soon as I've changed the dressing on Mrs Dolan's infected hernia." "I'd heard you were a feisty one." "Only that Mrs Dolan's stomach is in rather worse shape than yours at this precise moment." "Look at the state of you!" "What do you expect, after running all the way across the quad?" "And you'll never guess..." "I think I know how Mrs Garrity died." "And I don't think it was of natural causes." "Which means, she was murdered." "There's enough unfounded gossip flying around without you adding to it." "Take no notice." "She's prone to exaggeration." "I can prove it and then we'll see what the police say, shall we?" "Why are there patients out of bed when Sir Malcolm is here to do his post-operative checks?" "METALLIC CLANG" "Who's there?" "APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS" "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" "Good morning, Father." "Good morning, Mrs Steele." "I usually see to my own breakfast." "You're an elusive man to get hold of, so I thought we could start as we mean to go on with morning meetings." "I've moved the first holy communicants to this afternoon, in between Reverend Frobisher and the African orphans' fundraiser, so you can spend the morning working on your homily uninterrupted." "Good morning, Lady Felicia." "I'm Dr Fairfax, your anaesthetist." " Is this the equipment that was used for Mrs Garrity?" " Certainly not." "The theatre was cleared out afterwards and all the equipment put in storage." "There's nothing to it." "This black tank is the anaesthetic - nitrous oxide." " Green is carbon dioxide..." " Isn't that poisonous?" "Not when mixed with oxygen." "That's this black and white chap here." "Now, I'm going to give you a little injection with something to make you sleepy." "If you could count back from ten for me?" "Ten." "Nine." "Eight." "Seven." "Six." "Five." "Four." "Three..." "Father!" "Are you in there, Father?" "This door's always left open." "Doubtless why Father Brown is so prone to distraction." "Ah!" "He's writing his homily and under strict instructions not to be disturbed." "Yeah, well, her ladyship's been trying to get hold of him." "Last night, a nurse at St Luke's was murdered and she needs to see him urgently." "Whatever for?" "He's not a policeman." "Trust me, he'll want to know." "No doubt he would." "I'm well aware of his little crime-fighting hobby, but uncertain how kindly his parishioners take to these deviations to his duties." "Do we understand each other, Mr Carter?" "We most certainly do, Mrs Steele." "See you around." "Not if I have my way." "Six weeks ago, we were asked to investigate some missing drugs." "Specifically, pethidine." "I fail to see what this has to do with it." "You were the last people to see Nurse Fletcher before she left the ward at the end of her shift." " Which would have been at...?" " Ten." "When everybody headed to their beds, except Nurse Fletcher, who inexplicably decided to take a detour to theatre where I believe the drugs are kept." "Securely, under lock and key." "Ah, yes..." "Key." "Nurse Fletcher dropped this when she was killed." "Does anyone know which lock it fits?" "It's the key to the nurses' common room." "We've all got one." "Not that it's ever locked." "No doubt, there was a doctor involved." "Young nurses tend to have one-track minds, Inspector." " A lovers' tiff gone wrong?" " Peggy wasn't the type!" "Something to add, Nurse Honeywell?" "It's probably nothing." "Humour me." "Peggy said Mrs Garrity had been murdered and was threatening to go to the police." " Said this to...?" " Oh, all of us, I suppose." "At least, we were all there." "This is ridiculous." "The postmortem revealed no anomalies." "We've put it down as a rare reaction to the anaesthetic." "Were any of you acquainted with Mrs Garrity before her admission to hospital?" "Something else?" "Poor Peggy." "I wish there was something I could do." "You could light a candle for her soul." "The church is always open." "I think she'd like that." "Padre..." "You're like a bad penny." "I am the hospital chaplain." "Course you are." "A patient dies on the operating table." "Nurse Fletcher announces there's something fishy and a few hours later she's murdered." "Doris Garrity was a harmless old lady." "To whom no-one claims acquaintance." "I believe Nurse Honeywell knows more than she's letting on." "In the meantime, let's keep out noses to the ground." "Hello." "I was sure I had tuppence and stealing from God is a frightful sin." "Have this one on me." "Thank you." "I'm sorry about your friend." "We were hardly that." "I thought she was a rather silly girl and a terrible attention seeker." "Which must make me a very wicked person." "Or a refreshingly honest one." "So when Nurse Fletcher announced that Mrs Garrity was murdered..." "I thought she was showing off to Dr Dish." "So... you paid no attention to her theory?" "After all, it's not as if any of you knew Mrs Garrity?" "Exactly." "But...?" "It was only when she was murdered" "I remembered something about the evening Mrs Garrity was brought in." "Well, I never!" "Mr and Mrs Weston." "I assumed it was the concussion, as none of us is called Weston." "I expect it's nothing." "You must think me very silly." "On the contrary." "I think you are a highly intelligent young woman." "Father..." "And there was I thinking you were in your study... writing your homily." "Crikey." "I'd better hop it or Matron will have my guts for garters." "You must be from St Luke's." "Although, I don't think I've seen you at mass." "Hardly." "I'm not a Catholic." "Nor anything else, for that matter." "Then, please, don't let me keep you." "Cast your mind back to last night... and dig deeper." "Mm..." "And deeper..." "Mm..." "What do you call this again?" "Transmemory meditation." "It's all the rage in London." "Apparently, our brains process only a fraction of what we perceive." "Yours might." "I have told you everything I remember." "One more time." "The slightest detail may be important." "Mm..." "She was breathless because she'd run across the quad." "Look at the state of you!" "Well, what do you expect after running all the way across the quad?" "She gave Nurse Honeywell a file." "Nurse Honeywell put the file in the desk." "So..." "Doris Garrity... dies on the table under the anaesthetic care of Dr Fairfax." "A recent arrival from St Thomas', where he was the subject of a GMC enquiry for topping a patient." "Allegedly, sir." "He was exoner..." "Whoa!" "Train of thought, Sergeant." "And, coincidentally, the same hospital where Nurse Fletcher did her preliminary training." "Who, having deduced that Doris' death was dodgy, was dumb enough to announce it to all and sundry before being bumped off." "The single common denominator being..." "Unless it's raffle tickets for the church roof, I'm not interested." "If it is raffle tickets for the church roof," "I'm still not interested!" "I think the key is Mrs Garrity." "Everyone claims her to have been a stranger, but Nurse Honeywell said she recognised someone the night she was admitted." " Who?" " She mentioned the name Weston." "I think, if you find the connection, you will also find the murderer." "Genius!" "If only one of them was called Weston." "You think you've found your man?" "I'm sure you've got your own work to do." "Souls to save, sinners to punish, children to indoctrinate..." "Adios, Padre!" "Check to see if any of them have ever gone by the name Weston." "Nurse Honeywell." "Could you step in here, please?" "Yes, Matron." "You're seven minutes late." "I was at church, lighting a candle for Peggy." "I take that to mean you disbelieve me?" "Dallying with a doctor, more like." "I know your type." "You don't know me at all." "I've seen you sneaking out of the doctors' common room in the middle of the night." " Which begs the question, why you were out of bed wandering the hospital at that time." "What on earth are you are doing?" "Ah!" "There you are, Mrs M." "It's not time to play hide and seek now." "She's been having these little episodes recently." "She's going a bit gaga." "Come along, Mrs McCarthy." "Let's get you back to bed." "We put it down to advancing age." "Oh!" "HE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR" "One minute, she were picking apples." "The next morning, she'd gone." "It were only a broken shoulder." "Not that I blame the hospital." "Quality care... and didn't charge her a penny." "Mr Garrity, may I ask you, do you recognise the names Mr and Mrs Weston?" "She mentioned them?" "I wonder what brought that back?" "Wasn't their real names." "Just what Doris called them." "On account of the bank holiday." "The bank holiday?" "1931." "Weston-super-Mare." "Wettest May Day for 25 years." "The wind blew us off the beach and into the town to look for our tea." "Doris wanted kippers from Lyons' Corner House, which meant walking up by the town hall." "Then this taxi drew up and a young couple jumped out." "Asked us to witness their wedding." "Oh, Doris were chuffed to bits." "She thought it was so romantic." "The Westons..." "Don't suppose you remember their real name?" "Oh..." "No, it's such a long time ago." "They were a handsome couple." "I've got a photo somewhere." " Would you like me to fetch the album?" " Yes, please." "And I'll put the kettle on." "There we are." "I'll fetch you a nice cup of tea and there'll be no need for any more wandering around." "Gaga!" "I'm very sorry." "But it was the best I could think of on the spot." "That was the best you could think of?" "Well, it got you out of a sticky situation." "A situation I would not be in were it not for you!" "So... did you find out what was in that file?" "Yes." "I did." "It was the linen count." "Linen count?" "It means she was in the laundry room." "Counting the linen." "Oh, I see." "So... if she ran across the quad, that means that the laundry is that building there." "Weston-super-Mare, May, 1931." "That's us and the Westons outside the town hall." "Oh..." "I see." "TELEPHONE RINGS" "St Mary's Presbytery." "Alas, Mrs McCarthy, he's gone AWOL." "Well, he usually turns up in the end." "And when he does, could you please give him an urgent message?" "Fire away." "Just tell him, I have important information for him about the murder and I would like him to call into the hospital at his earliest convenience." "I'll make sure he gets it." "Thank you." "Goodbye, Mrs Steele." "Goodbye, Mrs McCarthy." "Drink this, Mrs McCarthy." " What time is it, Nurse?" " Just after three." "Well, that's very early for my medication." "This is to make you sleepy before your operation." "But this morning, you said the swelling hadn't gone down enough." "It was decided that your operation would be brought forward a day." "Oh..." "Father, thank goodness!" "I think I know how Mrs Garrity was killed." "I think I know who and why." "Where is Mrs McCarthy?" "She's been taken to theatre." "That's impossible." "She was told only this morning that her arm was still too swollen." "Quick!" "Ready to go?" "She's looking a little flat." "I'm going to increase her oxygen." "She's not responding." "Not again?" "OK, nothing but oxygen this time." " She's still not responding." " Adrenaline." "There's no pulse." " Turn off the oxygen!" " Are you insane?" "This woman's in respiratory arrest!" " I said, turn it off!" " All right, all right, have it your way." "Nobody move." " She's breathing." " Can someone tell me what the hell is happening here?" "Nurse Fletcher found this gown when she was doing the linen count." "Black paint." "How could a sterile gown get smeared with paint when it came from a sterile operating theatre?" "She had a key." "I think she was about to do this..." "Carbon dioxide." "Poisoned air." "I think, with all this paint lying around, that's how they got the idea." " Are you saying that someone painted the carbon dioxide tank?" " Yes, I am." "And they put it where the oxygen should be." "Their only mistake was underestimating how long the paint would take to dry." " Let me see that." "Now, hang on!" "This wasn't down to me." "No, it wasn't." "Doris Garrity was murdered because she recognised somebody from her past." "Is that not the case, Sir Malcolm?" "I don't know why you're looking at me?" "A kind woman, who did a good deed." "Little did she know that witnessing a marriage would also mean she was signing her future death sentence." "Well, I'd hardly call it a... proper marriage." "More a moment of adolescent rashness." "It was my first year in medical school and Rita was a..." "Tiller Girl." "Six weeks later, it was all over." "But you didn't divorce her, did you?" "When I married you and Lady Emma, your entry in the register declares you to be a bachelor." "Emma's Catholic." "She couldn't marry a divorcee." "It was a harmless white lie." "Until Doris Garrity came back into your world." "She could have exposed you as a bigamist." "I did it to protect them." "I had no choice." "But you did have a choice, didn't you, Sir Malcolm?" "You could have confessed your crime and asked for forgiveness." "And it is not too late to throw yourself on God's mercy." "No, no." "I'd rather take my own chances." "Now, this is Pentothal." "It will stop your heart in 15 seconds." "Now, be a good girl and come quietly." "Dr Fairfax is in theatre." "Then, we'll wait." "A discreet and speedy resolution and Sir Malcolm's undying gratitude will nail the application." "Keep walking." "Urgh!" "Arrest this man!" "He murdered Mrs Garrity and Nurse Fletcher!" "Quickly!" "Sergeant...!" "Malcolm Braithwaite, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murders of Doris Garrity and Peggy Fletcher." "You are not obliged to say anything, unless you wish to do so, but anything you say may be taken down and will be given in evidence." "KNOCKING" "Enter." "You wanted to see me, Matron?" "It seems you've found me out." "I noticed the side effects." "Mood swings, dizziness, blurred vision." "You seem very knowledgeable about the side effects of pethidine." " I'm going to be a doctor." " Don't be absurd!" "I've applied to medical school." "And the reason I was in the doctors' common room in the middle of the night was I needed the textbook to swot for my entrance exam." " I thought..." " My only interest in doctors is becoming one." "This is my letter of resignation." "I hope you'll spare me the indignity of giving a reason." "And I hope you'll reconsider." "But I'm a thief and a drug addict." "And I happen to believe that drug addiction is an illness, which should be treated, not punished." "Dr Brittain is a consultant psychiatrist running a drugs rehabilitation programme." "You can be assured of the utmost discretion." "It seems I've misjudged you, Nurse." "You're not the first." "And I doubt you'll be the last." "Father, can I say something?" "On the record." "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." "It's been five days since my last confession." "And it was all my fault." "Go on." "That ruddy car!" "It was a surprise present from Monty, you see?" " I see." " I was in such a rage," "I think part of me wanted to wrap his wretched guilt present round a tree." "Mrs M was right." "I was... driving recklessly fast." "God will forgive you." "It's not God's forgiveness I'm worried about." "She was taking a shepherd's pie to Glenda Pike." "Three miles on foot, because the bus doesn't go to Hambleston." "And that's Mrs M all over." "Always helping, never asking for thanks." "And it's my fault she's lying here!" "I just want her to know how very sorry I am." "SHE SOBS" "I think she does." "Welcome back, Mrs M." "Come in, come in." "Ah...!" "Oh, there was no need for this fuss." "Please, Mrs M, take a load off.." "Sidney, thank you." "Oh, it's a cake." " I made it myself." " Yes, I can see that." "I think I may need to do some baking." "Only if you feel up to it." "Oh..." "Are you still here?" "For as long as I'm needed." "Well, now that my right-hand man has been returned to me... that won't be necessary." "With respect, what good is a right-hand man lacking a right hand?" "Ha-ha!" "She'll manage." "Or a parish secretary who cannot type." "So until Mrs McCarthy is fully recovered, a matter of some weeks, so I believe, it's been agreed by the parish council that I will fill the breach." "Now, I have the newsletter to take to the printer, so I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning, Father." "Not so fast, Mrs Steele." "If all that's required is a right hand, then mine is at Mrs McCarthy's disposal." "Naturally, my left is included, as well." "I hardly think her ladyship is qualified for the role." "Au contraire, Mrs Steele." "I spent two years behind an MOD desk during the war and have 60 words a minute." "Not to mention shorthand." "Isn't that right, milady?" "Absolutely, shorthand." "So..." "Father Brown will no longer be requiring your assistance." "I shall let the parish council know in person." "I doubt there'll be any dissent." "Can I show you the door?" "SHE PROTESTS 60 words per minute and shorthand?" "Hardly." "I spent most of the time answering phones and organising soirees." "Actually, clouds of war notwithstanding, it was all rather a wheeze." "A pair of hands that can neither type nor do shorthand." "That's just marvellous!" "I'm sure I can pick it up." "Only you could make such a ridiculous utterance." "I was trying to get you out of a hole." "Yes, a hole I am in because of you!" "From now on, I suppose we'll be joined at the hip for the foreseeable future." "Well, there's gratitude for you." "Mrs McCarthy..." "Lady Felicia..." "Welcome back!"