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I love the sheaf. Jamie, collect those sheafs.

OK, back to you, start, Mark, with the boys, then.

None of my family are in the theatre at all, really.

But, no, I started as a child through a local school.

They were raising money for some parents' teachers' association for

can't remember what it was for really now.

And just to... There was a lady involved.

who now has a theatre school called Sylvia Young.

And she was just a mum who had two kids at the school and she got a group of

kids together to do an old -time musical act and we did it at our local theatre,

which is Stratford Theatre Royal, with, I think, Eve Boswell, who's a 50s

singer, was on the bill, and Mike Reid, who's now in EastEnders.

And it was just like a variety show. And from that, we then went on to entertain

the old folk.

touring old people's homes and hospitals and things like that.

And then she started up an agency.

And I did lots of commercials and things like that as a kid, and then toured in

Oliver.

And then when I left school, I wasn't really sure it was, you know, a proper

as such, but gave it a go, and the rest is history, so they say.

Inside, please.

Scene 25, inside.

We'll ask Dr.

Rowan to join us.

That's what's happening.

I had a good job of telling you that.

It would have come all right, Cropper, wouldn't it?

If you'd had me in court and then it would all come out.

You were seen on Lord Ashfordly's land coming out of a barn. Right, now, can we

take it as far as that? Then I will stop the action and I'll do my little

requisition and we can carry on with the second half.

Okay.

Anything else in? Can you confirm that you've seen this man?

This morning?

Greengrass, yes.

When was that exactly?

What, about ten o 'clock, was it, Claude?

Would you say?

I think so.

Yeah, well, I've been saying nothing else. It's a bloody cue for me, that is.

I've been saying nothing else for the last half an hour.

I think we should do that again.

That's a good idea. I told you so much, I thought I would... We'll go again.

Looking back, I was 22 when I first started on EastEnders.

And nobody really prepares you for the success you're going to have, really.

And you never really believe that people will respond to you in the way that

they do.

So, first it was...

First, it's very flattering, you know.

But you soon realise that there are drawbacks.

But now, obviously, it's easier as you get older.

People are very nice, as long as people are nice to you, which the majority of

them are. And, you know, you kind of have fun and games with the press every

and then, but basically it's all right if you're careful.

What are we going to do with the hair?

Done.

Can I brush it?

I think.

All right, then.

I'm quite private anyway, really, so...

I like to play indoors, and that suits me. I go out with my friends and I go to

places where... I mean, if you want to be seen out, you can go out to

Stringfellows every night or out to some clubs in the West End and stuff, but

that's not really my thing anyway.

I like being with my mates, being with my family and just doing what everybody

does, really.

If I'm not playing, then I like to watch football, really.

I think that's my main relaxation.

I do love football.

It's a big part of my life, really.

Do you play still?

Yeah, I still play when I can. Not up here, really. I've got a ball and we

around in the car park sometimes, but I played in the summer break. That was

nice. Do you ever go to matches these days?

Well, I try to.

I went last... In the last few years, it worked out just right, really, because

we had every other weekend off, and that was every time West Ham were playing at

home. Whereas this time, I think it's the reverse, so I might have to go and

watch Charlton play because they're sharing our ground at the moment.

Okay. This time, I want to make sure he's got away with far too

much since you took over that meeting, and I want it stopped.

This next episode is now but a prank.

It's about two neighbours who fell out years ago.

Now things are bad enough to start with, but when some local kids throw a

spanner in the works, things get very nasty indeed.

What does a love kiss say in my memory?

Where have you been?

I think I need a doctor.

I could send for Alex.

I'd rather have you.

I'd better phone in first.

Major Hutchinson thought he heard burglars.

He rushed downstairs with his shotgun and blew a picture off the wall.

A life -size portrait of his great -grandfather.

You know where I am?

At the police station.

Now you're here, I can tell you what I've been thinking in the lonely hours.

What I've decided to do with the rest of my life.

Oh, yeah.

On second thoughts, let's get you to bed.

Get off my land, you creeping thief.

Listen, I've got to get to the village. Bottom road's closed.

I've every right to use this road.

I warned you.

Get off my land.

It's not your bloody land. It's a public right away.

You stupid bugger. Go and run, you malingering bastard.

that, you lads. You're brightly hawking.

Where can I start?

Marigolds, geraniums, petunias.

Smashing. And you lads, no messing with my tongues, otherwise there'll be

trouble. Now come on up here.

Aidan, sir, please.

It's Robin.

It's George from the pub.

Hello, George.

Is your husband there?

I'm afraid he's just popped out.

Oh, dear.

Can I take a message?

Tell him I've got a bunch of lads outside my pub sitting in my flower

They're up to no good.

Could he come round?

Look, George, if they do anything really dangerous, like stand up, then call

back and I'm sure Nick will be round like a shot.

All right, then. Bye.

Mob violence at Aidensfield Arms.

And you, bed.

You got my magazine, then?

Aidensfield Police.

Is PC Rowan there?

I'm afraid he's asleep, Sergeant.

Asleep? It's gone eleven.

He was out on duty till after five.

Well, that's part of the job, Mrs Rowan, and I'm phoning because I'm worried

about him. He didn't phone in.

He did, actually.

Well, there's no record of it.

There was a call, Sarge.

I was on the car, see.

Can I take a message, Sergeant?

Yes.

You can tell him I want him back here, on duty, in one hour.

If it's constipation, I can give you the cure.

Every morning, without fail, take a spoonful of black treacle, as much Epsom

salt as you can get on the back of a sixpence, and you'll have no trouble.

Thank you very much so much.

I rang the hospital while you were asleep.

Interviews should be quite soon.

Was Blaketon angry?

No more than usual.

This hospital's got a pretty good reputation.

The children back?

No.

Tell me all about the job tonight.

Bye.

Sounds like you, Paul.

Hey! Get out of there!

Do you want your comics, mister?

Come on!

You're some kind of bloody idiot.

Calm down.

What's the trouble?

First, they break into my van and steal my property.

Then they hitch this thing to their back. They could have caused serious

I phoned you, didn't I? I said they were up to no good.

Holy goodness.

It was just a joke.

Bloody funny joke.

Right. Clear this mess up.

Can I have your name, please?

It's them you should be talking to. They should be bloody flogged. If I could

see your licence.

Thank you, Mr Chapman.

Now I know where to find you.

Right, you lot.

Come here.

Who have we got here, then?

Paul Allenby.

Graham Thompson.

I don't know your name, but you live at Grove Cottage.

You're a jerk.

You didn't mean no harm.

You was to press charges, Mr Ward.

Too right I do.

Fair enough.

I'll have to talk to your parents, of course.

Oh, don't do that. My dad will kill me. You should have thought of that before.

We'll pay for ourselves.

And how are you going to do that, then?

that had a job.

Well, Trashfordly will surely get something there.

They're not going to wriggle out of it.

Absolutely not.

Look, the choice is yours, George.

Either we pay this by the book, which means juvenile courts solicit us hours a

time, or we give them two weeks to come up with a cash to replace what they

damaged.

Well, I got the barrels for no.

Off the brewery.

We'll call it ten bob and give them a fortnight to pay.

Aye, all right, a fortnight, but not a second more.

Right, you lot.

Get yourselves some odd jobs.

You got a fortnight to earn ten bob. Is that a deal?

Yes, sir.

Anything wrong, Mr Chapman?

You're on my land.

This is a right of way.

I've got a patient to see. The only one lives beyond here is Radcliffe.

That's right. This is my land.

Use the other road. The bottom road is blocked. I'm coming through.

Ever since Chapman bought that place, he's been stirring for trouble.

Been a right of way for as long as I can remember.

You don't normally use it, do you?

Well, past that trigger -happy lunatic every day, not likely.

You should talk to him.

I gave over talking to that chap nearly 20 years ago.

Really?

It just flew, is it?

More a bit of cold, really.

I wanted to be sure.

Quite.

A couple of aspirins if you feel you need them. You'll be fine by the end of

week. I didn't want to trouble you, but I wouldn't like to spread germs around

your waiting room.

That doesn't stop a lot of people.

You know, you really must try to get out.

A change has seen a do you the world of good.

How long is it since I've seen you around the village?

A month or two, maybe.

A year or two, more like.

You know, some treatment would help.

I could refer you to a specialist.

A specialist?

A psychiatrist.

No, thank you, Doctor.

We're quite happy.

Dick does all the shopping and I look after the house.

Well, so be it.

Now, are you all right for insulin?

I will be wanting another prescription now.

Why have you been keeping?

Wasn't grumble.

Try not to do too much, eh?

But your wife laid up.

Now all this nonsense with Chapman.

Tell you, if it wasn't for these bloody diabetes, I'd sort it out with that

bugger once and for all.

Slight communications breakdown this morning, Nick. No bother.

Yes, and I'm not sure that Oscar quite agrees.

And

Bobby,

for the searches.

Linda has been down to do the searches.

She'll be putty in your hands, mate. Linda!

What happened to Maureen? She was a Beatles fan. I can't be having that.

I must admit that, speaking melodically, I find the Beatles quite

diverting.

If he does that one more time, I'm going to scream.

So where have you been, then?

An all -nighter.

Ah, sleeping beauty.

In my office.

Now. Every time that you walk in the

room...

Chapman!

Chapman! Clear this bloody world!

Get these nonsense out of here.

What about Radcliffe, eh?

He's a sick man.

He doesn't know what pain is.

Let me use the other road.

He said what?

He said, while we're living here, you're a policeman's wife and you should...

Should what?

Should wake me when he wants to talk to me.

I answer the telephone, I take your messages, I will not be a doormat to

man's ego.

Well, no -one's asked you to be here.

Oh, come on, tell us about the job.

It's just a house job.

It's a big hospital.

That's what you always liked.

Middlesbrough.

The job's in Middlesbrough.

So? It's not that far.

Oh, it wouldn't be like London again, would it?

Hard ever seeing each other.

We don't see a lot of each other at the moment, do we?

Aidensfield Police.

Nick. Alex.

A farmer named Chapman. Yeah, I know him.

Look, I need to talk to you. Well, I'll be right over.

Would you ask Kate to come too?

Okay.

We'll be right over.

You're lucky nothing's broken.

A bad fall at your age.

It was foolish to have driven.

Well, what else could I do?

He left me lying there in the road.

You really ought to have a word, you know, Nick. I mean, the man's a menace.

Access disputes aren't really a police matter.

Access disputes?

What, threatening people, barbed wire all over the place?

What's the story with Chapman?

Well, he came from Perth or thereabouts.

Moved here just after the war.

Hey!

I thought casualty had done quite a good job.

Just checking.

How long has he had the dispute with Radcliffe?

Oh, on and off for years, but it all seems to have flared up since the bottom

road's been blocked.

And what about the Radcliffe's? Well, I see quite a lot of them.

He's diabetic and she... Oh, well, it's all nerves.

She hasn't been out of the house for ages.

Agoraphobia, I suppose.

I really ought to persuade her to have some treatment.

You won't be doing anything for a week or so.

Oh, I can cope with surgery.

I was just wondering if perhaps you'd be kind enough to act as my locum.

Just for house visits.

But I'm a woman, Alex.

How could I cope?

Well, I suppose I could get someone from North Allerton.

Well, as you know the area.

Is that my sole qualification?

I'm asking you, Kate.

I'm not begging.

A couple of days should do it. A week, minimum.

Deal?

What about Middlesbrough?

Spend a week out here, just breathe it.

You do like it, don't you?

Yeah, I'm getting to love it.

Everything happens in its own place.

I love being driven to work by the village kids.

The doctor's not badly hurt.

No, no, it's just the sprain.

But as my husband was coming up here anyway, I thought I should introduce

myself.

Put a face to the name.

In case of emergency.

Well, that is kind, Mrs... Doctor... Rowan.

Isn't it, Dick?

You want to run that booger in?

Dick, please.

I'll be talking to him, Mr Radcliffe.

He thinks I'm after his land. I'm not.

Mr Chapman bought his farm after the war?

Aye.

Oh, Patterson passed away in 1944.

The place went up for sale.

So you could have bought it?

I could.

But we didn't want it.

I'd got what I wanted.

There is one other thing.

Aye? What a favour, really.

There'd be three laps.

Dr Ferrenby told me about your problem.

How long have you been afraid of going out?

A while.

If you were to see a specialist, it could help. Dick and I live very

Nothing ever happened to us.

How long have you been married?

Forty -five.

A wartime romance? No.

The man I intended to marry was killed in the war.

I see.

OK.

I should be getting back.

Yes, I'm leaving.

Dr Ferrenby mentioned he'd given you a prescription.

Did you get your intern?

No, not yet.

I'll take the tractor down later and get it.

Oh, we'll give you a lift.

Oh, right, thanks.

Bye -bye.

I'll have your dinner ready.

No. You won't have to be long.

No, all right, I'll...

Any

luck so far?

No. They're just told us to piss off.

Well, this is Mr Radcliffe.

We're just popping down to the village. You'll see when he gets back.

It's the next farm but one.

A couple of miles up the hill, all right?

A couple of miles?

Hey!

Get out of it!

We're off to see Radcliffe!

That'll be bloody right.

I said get!

On the double!

Don't shoot, my Capitan!

Respirander!

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

What about the job the copper said? What's that, the job?

He shot us, didn't he?

Unless Blayton cooks something up, I guess I'll be sleeping at home tonight.

Sleeping? We'll be lucky.

Dr Rowan?

Yes?

I heard you were standing in for Dr Ferrenby. What's the problem?

Well, I've got this lump.

You really ought to go to the surgery.

Dr Ferrenby's all right.

It's just that, well, it's just that when it comes to women's things...

Well, you'd better come inside.

Just to make absolutely sure, I'll refer you to a specialist.

He may want to do a test, a biopsy, but then you'll know for certain there's

nothing to worry about.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Sergeant. He's out.

It's you I wanted to see, Mrs Rowan.

May I come in? I'm in the middle of a consultation.

Consultation, eh?

Yes. So if you could wait in the office, if you don't mind.

I'll let you know as soon as the arrangements have been made.

Thanks, Doctor.

It's a weight off my mind.

Bye. Bye.

I wasn't aware this was a surgery.

No, it's not. This house, Mrs Rowan, is police property, and you are a... Yes, I

know. I'm just a policeman's wife.

But I also happen to be a doctor, and I have a job to do.

Mrs Rowan.

We seem to have got off on the wrong foot.

But my sole concern is to ensure the efficient running of my section.

And I can assure you I help my husband in his work, as I always have.

Had there been an emergency yesterday morning, I would have dragged him from

bed and driven him to work myself.

I just thought Nick would be a more efficient copper if he'd had a few

sleep.

That's very thoughtful, Mrs Rowan.

But it's not for you to decide.

When and if he gets his sleep.

No, Sergeant.

Al, any form on a bloke called Chapman out at Callum Rigg?

Chapman? Moved here after the war.

Ex -army man, as I recall.

Bought Callum Rigg from someone called Patterson.

Leaves to think he was called Patterson.

Form on Chapman? No.

Stupid bloody woman.

You trying to burn me out?

I've just been down at Billy's getting my prescription.

Yeah, you sent those brats here. And that copper.

But you had to come.

You had to see the damage you've done.

Come on.

You come and see the damage you've done.

Come on.

Get in there.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

We've got to tell someone.

Bloody likely.

He's going to kill him. We've got to.

Come on.

So I told them I had a job to do.

Yeah, for a week.

What? You're standing in for Alex for a week. I'll have to work with Blaketon

full time.

Do you want me to practice medicine?

Of course. This hospital job sounds great. Blaketon's used to trampling over

submissive little wifeys. Well, he's not trampling over me.

I'll get it.

Aidensfield Police.

Chapman's got my husband a prisoner.

He's diabetic, you know. If he doesn't get food soon, he'll be in trouble.

Mr. Chapman?

Is that them?

Mr Radcliffe?

Oh, oh.

What is it?

Oh, oh, son.

Get out of here, bloody lunatic!

Get out of here!

Get out of here! Get out of here! 20 years ago!

Get out of here! Bloody lunatic.

Bloody lunatic.

Chapman!

Mr. Chapman!

Mr. Radcliffe. Mr.

Radcliffe.

Stay at the gate, Rowan. We're on our way. Contact my wife's house?

It was your wife who contacted me when you didn't turn up for tea.

Now, we'll be with you as soon as we can.

The

chapel's

got Radcliffe locked upstairs.

Is he conscious, then, Burleigh?

We've got to get him out of there. If he doesn't get food, it could be serious.

Chapman's out. It's weird.

It's like a married couple live there.

I found these.

Oh, my God.

Changi.

1945.

What do you mean, like a married couple?

Well, it's pretty.

Like a woman lives in it, or lived in it.

Mary Radcliffe.

Who?

I think she knows what's between her husband and Chapman.

I was looking through Radcliffe's medical files. His wife's maiden name is

Patterson. Well, Chapman bought the farm from someone called Patterson.

That's right. I remember.

Patterson left it to his daughter, Mary. She sold it to Chapman.

We've got to see her.

Right, let's go.

Ventress, keep an eye on Chapman's place.

Hey, Sarge, shouldn't we get the firearm, boys? We're not a Wild West

Ventress. There's been enough shooting already.

In any case, by the time they get here, Radfit could be dead.

We're nearly there.

Up here.

Sit down, Kate. Fairly there, my heart.

We have to know what the feud's about, Mrs Ratcliffe. I don't know.

Like my husband told you, land.

Is there nothing more you can tell us?

I just want my husband back safe.

Who lived at Callenrake before Minister Chapman, Mary?

It was you and your father, wasn't it?

This isn't just about what happened between your husband and Mr Chapman.

I think it's about you as well.

You must try and tell us.

Your husband could die.

I was engaged to Matthew Chapman before the war.

We planned to live at Gullen Creek together.

The war came.

Matthew was sent to the Far East.

He was captured at Singapore.

I had nothing more.

I had no idea whether he was alive or dead.

Dick Ratcliffe started courting me. His condition kept him out of the forces.

My father died.

I was alone in the house.

I'd heard nothing of Matthew.

I felt sure he must be dead.

So I married Dick Ratcliffe, bought Callanry up

for sale, and we moved here.

No one bought the farm.

One day, well after the war,

a man came to the door.

He was so changed.

I didn't recognise him.

Until he said he wanted to buy Cullen Rigg.

For me.

Then he saw Dick Ratcliffe come up beside me and he said, I

am now.

Since then, this.

You stayed.

I'd made my bed.

Come and see them now.

If he dies, it'll be worse for Chapman.

I can't. You must.

You can save both of them.

Can't you?

Stop pretending Matthew Chapman died 20 years ago.

Face up to him.

Chapman! There's someone out here who wants to talk to you.

Who the hell?

It's Mary.

Mary Patterson. Sergeant, I must get to Radcliffe.

Chapman!

We want to send a doctor into Radcliffe. To hell with Radcliffe!

If he dies, it'll be murder.

Right. Round the back.

And no heroics. All right.

All right.

Come with me.

Ventus, call back to base.

Let me see you, Mary.

Don't move!

I'm a doctor, Mr Chapman.

Don't you move!

Why have you come, Mary?

I had to see you.

You're killing my husband.

Why is it always him?

I kept the house for you, Minnie.

What else could I do?

Three years, Matthew, I had nothing.

I thought you were dead.

There was death everywhere.

I was alive.

I know.

I was wrong.

But I can't live my whole life suffering for that mistake.

It's 20 years ago.

Oh,

it's yesterday.

Let him go, Matthew.

He stole you from him.

That wasn't enough.

He tried to destroy this house and all I'd left of you.

That wasn't Radcliffe.

That was just a bunch of kids.

It was a prank.

Got out of hand.

A prank?

Aye.

That's all it was.

I was out east to Singapore in 1945.

I know about Changi.

I can understand what you went through.

And I can understand that you had something worth living for back here.

And then I came home.

So you understand that? No!

Oh!

Thank you.

An injection of glucose, Sergeant.

It's amazing how quick the recovery can be.

They've taken Chapman, Sarge.

We'll look after Mrs Radcliffe.

Well, Dr Rowan, you were most impressive.

Both of you.

Thanks.

This is what it's like in prison.

Once that door's shut, there's no way out.

Now, last night, two men very nearly died, and several others, including

truly, were put in mortal danger, and all because of the irresponsible

of these three lads.

Now, as you well know, Mr and Mrs Thompson, Mr Allenby...

Are you going to be late for your searches?

Is that it?

No, it can't be.

I'll give her a nap.

Oh, my God.

I'll shift the train.

Well,

I wish your office came to clock on.

The Eggman strikes back.

I've been

hearing

all about your gallant exploit last night.

Sergeant Blaketon singing your praises.

And I've been thinking perhaps I do need a bit of help. And by help I...

I mean an assistant, and I thought of you.

Alex. Hello there.

Hello. What do you say?

Not long ago, you tore a strip off me for advising a girl to go on the pill.

And you only asked me to do your house visits because I know the area.

Now, suddenly, you're asking me to join your practice.

Well, after last night, I know what you can do.

What do you say?

Ah, that's terrific, Kate.

Of course you'll do it, won't you?

Thanks for the offer, Alex.

We'll think about it.

Will we?

Why does a love chip stay in my memory?

Riddle it fast and sing to me the story.

And bring to me...

And my baby kisses me