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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

I've been searching all over this world, trying to find me a steady girl.

Girl that's sweet, kindly, true, and better than a long baby. Old naughty

girl. Old naughty girl. What you trying to do? What you trying to do? Old

naughty girl, girl.

I need a smell of bacon. Thank you.

You were late back.

Sorry, I tried not disturbing you.

Who called you out?

Elaine Albury, the new patient.

Again? What was it this time?

A burn from her kettle.

She's certainly getting a stamp, Cliff.

You know, I should ask you how fast you were going.

What, in this thing?

Oh, come off it, mate, this wasn't my fault.

This is down to whoever left all that there without any warner.

I'm sorry? Well, if he hadn't have had me wits about me, I would have been down

the hole.

Oh.

Will it go into something like that?

If you find what you're looking for, leave the money on the counter.

That's an offer I can't refuse.

Oh, Miss Aubrey.

Elaine.

Yes. I'm just doing the papers out the back. I'll get yours.

Are we still on for this evening?

Oh, aye.

I'm looking forward to it.

Morning, Oscar.

Oh, hello, Maggie. I don't believe you two know each other.

Elaine Aubrey, Maggie Bolton, our district nurse.

Hello, pleased to meet you. Welcome to Aidensfield.

I understand you've registered with my husband's surgery.

Oh. Dr Bolton's been very kind and patient.

Anyway, I won't take up any more of your time now.

Nice to have met you.

I hope we meet again.

Bye, Oscar.

Pardon me.

We seem to have broken down.

Are we close to Hatton Rugby, can you tell us?

No, you're not.

You're also a bit late for 1066 and all.

How come they got so lost? They're miles from Hatton Rugby.

I don't know. The roads have probably changed a bit since they were here

Mind you, there's still a bit of looting and pillaging going on. I'll take care

of that.

They're not Vikings.

Claude, they're Cromwell's new model army.

Whatever they are, they certainly fell foul of whoever's been mucking about

the road signs.

How are we fixed for a bit of commission for bringing you the business?

I'll think about it.

How's it going?

Oh, I'll have it fixed in a minute.

Oh, good.

Well, thank you for helping us on our way, Mr Scripps.

And look, we shouldn't be too late.

Excuse me, I ask you, why are you all dressed up like that?

Are you Morris dancers or something? We are a re -enactment society, replicating

some of the finest moments in this country's history in all their blood

-curdling details.

If either of you ever fancy coming along to see us, well, I'll be happy to

arrange tickets.

Thanks very much.

Bradley, this locking about with road signs is getting out of hand. Oh, yes,

Sarge. Gina had a very lucky escape.

The fifth incident this week.

Thanks now, Sarge. I just had a report. Somebody's messed about with the signs

on the Hatton Road.

What have you got to do about it, Bradley?

Well, there's not a lot I can do, Sarge.

Well, unless you want me to fingerprint every men -at -work sign in the

district. Don't be facetious.

Just get your hands on whoever's behind it.

In the meantime, you and Bellamy get out on the Hatton Road and clear up this

mess.

Word is, she's got Oscar Blake to nap round her little finger as well.

Either way, makes you wonder why she's never wed before.

Pop this through to Maggie for me. Right you are, love.

As for Dr Bolton, no smoke without fire, as they say.

Especially that time of night.

I'll pull up the drawbridge if I were you. I think there's a marauding army of

roundheads about to descend on you in the near future.

I'll have a large scotch and half a pint for St Bernard. Sorry, Claude. Your

slate's too much again. I'm not serving you till you pay it off.

Eating alone again, love?

Yeah, Neil's been busy today.

Thought I'd leave him to it.

Oh, stop moaning, Claude. You knew you'd have to pay off your slate sooner or

later. I know. I didn't expect you being ready, did I?

Then what did you do to come by?

I shall have to start doing a bit of pillaging myself.

They'd be better off doing the same thing as their mothers.

How do you mean?

Reenactments. They're all the rage. Get people coming from all over.

Oh, you mean they're actually paying money to watch them?

Well, they're usually very popular. What a good family entertainment.

I'm sorry you've been sent out of your way, sir, but we're doing our best to

rectify the situation.

Not before time.

Right.

It's the last one.

What's with all this traffic?

There's a display somewhere over at Hatton Rugby.

Come on, let's get all this shifted.

If it continues to feel tender, I'll put another dressing on. Otherwise, we'll

let the skin breathe.

Thank you.

I feel guilty taking up your time over something so trivial.

Not at all.

Oh, there is one thing, Miss Aubrey. I noticed on your registration you didn't

record your previous GP.

I should have explained.

He died, I'm afraid.

Ah, well, even so, I will need your records.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

I'm just on my way out.

Bye, Doctor. Thank you. Bye -bye.

Not another mishap, surely?

No, no, no, no, no. I was checking a dressing room that night.

I thought it was only a steam burn. I could have done that for you.

Well, if you were here, I was here, so I did it.

Not a problem, is it? No.

No, I suppose not.

Well?

Someone spilled the tank with sugar and crusted it all around the petrol cap.

Looks like we were set up. You don't say.

Only to drain it and flush it through. It'll take a while.

Meanwhile, we are left one vehicle short on the laughing stock of Aidensfield.

You can hardly blame us, Sarge.

I wouldn't bet on that, Bellamy.

I suggest you find whoever made a monkey out of you sharpish.

Unless you want to work right through that leave you've got to win.

You're quiet today, Mary.

Am I not?

You know I rely on you to keep me posted with what's going on.

To be honest, Maggie, there isn't much gossip around just now.

Not that it's worth listening to, anyhow.

Well, no work day, then.

Bye. Ciao, Maggie.

So, come on, then.

What were you gossiping about at lunchtime?

What can you mean?

You and Mrs Carthew go and tend to the penny only ever means one thing.

You know her. She can twist anything.

Yeah, she can.

So what was it about?

Something about Maggie's husband and that spinster who's moved in.

You what?

Exactly. I told her not to be so daft.

But apparently, Dr Bolton has been making a few house calls.

So that's what doctors do? True.

But Miss Aubrey doesn't exactly look to be at death's door now, does she?

Good evening. Hello.

I get him looks.

Yeah, that's good.

Oscar! Neil.

Miss Aubrey.

Elaine, please.

Hello, Maggie. Again. Good evening.

So, Oscar persuaded you to come after all. Just make sure he keeps you away

all the golf balls.

I think I can have my own. I play a little.

I persuaded Elaine to pardon me in the mixed foursomes on Sunday. Really?

What's your handicap?

Fourteen.

Do you play, Maggie? No, I...

I have to say, the idea of chasing a little white ball around doesn't really

appeal to me.

I have to say, there are times when I probably agree with you.

That was very good, that, Mr Pym. I enjoyed it. Very impressive.

To be frank, Mr Greengrass, I had you down as a bit of a cynic. Oh, no, no.

I've always been interested in local history.

Which isn't surprising when you realise a lot of it happened on my land. Oh,

aye. Like what?

What?

You know, the Battle of Aynesfield.

Battle of what, yeah?

Ah, well, you probably haven't heard out about it.

Not many have.

No, no, it weren't really. It was only a little skirmish, you know, but I'll

tell you something.

Your lot won.

Is that right?

It'd be a shame not to mark the anniversary, you know.

What anniversary?

Well, I haven't actually done my sums yet, but I'll tell you something. It'd

make a marvellous re -enactment.

And to make sure your lads finished up with their few readies up front,

I, Bernie?

Were you thinking of staging this, Mr. Greengrass?

How soon can you get here?

I need to find something to take away the stress of being such an appalling

golfer. I can't believe it. That's very true.

Neil was just saying how he took up this game to get away from the stress of

being a doctor, and now he needs something to relieve the stress of being

golfer, which I'm sure you're not.

Have I got this right, Elaine, gin and tonic, Maggie?

Empyrean soda.

Thank you. And whiskey.

Cheers. Cheers.

Elaine.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

No, don't worry. I'll get you another one. Mr. Blayton.

The President would like to speak to you about your address.

What now?

It's all right, Oscar. I'll see to this.

Right, well, you'll excuse me.

Actually, I think I should get some air, if you don't mind. It's my stuffy in

here. I'll deal with this.

Lane?

Are you all right?

The last thing I want to do is embarrass Oscar in front of his friends.

Would you like me to take you home?

Would you? Of course.

Oh, that would be lovely.

Maggie, I'm taking Elaine home.

Can I help?

If you could just let Oscar know.

I won't be long.

OK.

What about advertising?

We'll have to put a notice in the paper.

Word of mouth. Always beats advertising when it's cheap, I think. God.

What's this I hear about you putting on some kind of battle?

See? Word of mouth. It's even got through to the Kremlin.

Well, Mrs Ventress is partial to a bit of local history.

I'm not surprised being married to you.

Not that I've ever heard anything of the Battle of Aidensfield. You won't want

to see the re -enactment, then, will you? Oh, hang on. I didn't say we

come. You don't want to muck about.

We start selling the tickets tomorrow, from what I've heard, then. Going to

faster than the hotcakes Mother used to think she made.

We'll see.

You see? Word of mouth. Quod erat demonstrandum. Why pay for something you

get for note?

Someone dialed 999. Do you know who it was? I was just driving home and found

Miss Aubrey in her car. There were no other witnesses.

Right. Now, Bradley, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to get Miss Aubrey

home.

Hang on a minute, Oscar. Excuse me.

Listen.

Oscar.

This could be more serious than you think.

She might have been drinking.

Bradley.

Miss Aubrey was with me this evening at the golf club. All she's had to drink is

just one weak gin and tonic. It's all right, Oscar. The crash was my fault. I

was driving too fast. Well, at least let's get you home. Then we can call Dr.

Bolton. No.

No, I'd rather not.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I don't want anyone else involved, that's all.

Miss Aubrey, you could be facing charges.

Well, unless there's something you haven't told me.

I'm sorry, darling.

It'll be longer than I expected.

How is he?

Elaine Aubrey.

Oh, he's fine. Fine.

After he drove me home, Dr Bolton asked if he could come in. I thought he was

being a gentleman, ensuring I was safe.

You're saying it was for some other reason.

Miss Aubrey?

He grabbed me. He tried to kiss me. I couldn't. I was so shocked.

I forced him away from me.

But he was too strong.

I asked him why he was doing this.

And did Dr. Bolton reply?

He got angry.

He said I'd been leading him on.

He said I'd been chasing him.

It was only then I managed to get away from him. Oh, Oscar, maybe it's my

Maybe I didn't make myself clear to him. Whether you did or didn't, that's not

the point.

If what you're saying is true, Neil Bolton is in deep trouble.

Maggie. Hello, Mike. Isn't it, Len?

Hi, mate.

I'm just on my way out.

Can it wait?

No.

I'm afraid it can't.

The whole thing's preposterous. Not according to Miss Aubrey.

Whose idea was it to escort her home?

I can't remember.

Hers, I think.

She was feeling unwell.

And that was the only reason you went back with her, was it? Yes.

No.

In the last few days, I've seen Miss Aubrey four times for injuries she

sustained from trivial accidents.

I had thought there might be an explanation beyond her being basically

When I tried to broach the subject with her, she became extremely agitated.

It strikes me your treatment of her went well beyond the call of duty.

All I tried to do was help her.

And if Miss Aubrey says otherwise, she's mistaken.

Now, is that all?

Yes, thank you, Dr. Baldwin.

For now.

I can't believe it, Sarge.

Not of Neil Bolton.

We're all susceptible, Bradley, given the right circumstances.

But all we've got to go on is her word.

Well, then.

We'd better see if Miss Aubrey can substantiate our allegations.

Hello?

What did Mike want?

I'm being investigated.

Elaine Aubrey has accused me of indecent assault.

What?

It's a malicious allegation, Maggie.

I don't suppose I'm the first doctor who's ever been in this position.

Why would she accuse you of something like that?

I don't know.

I'm sure it'll all blow over.

How can he take it all so lightly?

For the simple reason that it's not true.

Elaine Albury is trying to explain away some reckless driving. She grabbed her

the first thing she could think of.

No -one's going to believe her.

You're saying I should drop the allegations, is that it?

No. We're just saying that Dr Bolton denies that any improper conduct took

place.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

We're just pointing out the facts.

Perhaps your memory is clearer this morning.

Did I dream it, you mean?

No, but sometimes in the clear light of day it pays to reconsider.

To ask whether whatever happened is worth the unhappiness of bringing a

charge.

Oh, I see.

That would be handy, wouldn't it? Then you'd be rid of the embarrassment.

No, that's not the way we do things.

If what you've told Constable Bradley is true and you wish to proceed, then we

will investigate it thoroughly.

I'm sorry.

I'm not changing my mind, Sergeant.

In the statement you gave Constable Bradley, you say that when the attack

occurred, you struggled with Dr Bolton.

Yes. Could we see the clothes you were wearing at the time?

Of course.

He did attack me.

I'm not making it up.

That's half up front and the other half on the day, providing, of course, your

lads do a good job.

You needn't worry in our account, Mr Greengrass.

My army train hard.

I propose to set up my encampment, attack the royalist rabble, then round

prisoners and put them to the sword.

Only thing I don't get is who's playing the enemy.

Don't talk daft. Mr Pym's lads do both lots, don't they?

We're the royalist's father, Mr Greengrass.

My lads would sooner die.

You mean I've got to find another army?

Well, isn't that your evidence?

A ripped blouse.

So how did the rip get there, Dr Bolton? I don't know.

Maybe she ripped it herself.

When I left Miss Aubrey, her clothing was intact.

So you say.

It is absurd.

What reason would I possibly have for putting my entire reputation on the

You saw a woman you were attracted to. You assumed those feelings were mutual.

felt nothing for her.

Then you saw her on the arm of another man. That's enough to make any man

jealous. I've had enough of this.

Am I being formally charged?

Not yet. The matter's still under investigation.

In which case, I'm not answering any more questions.

Any further contact you wish to have with me, please make it through my

solicitors.

Would you prefer to go somewhere else?

No.

I just keep thinking that everyone knows that they're all staring at me.

Sergeant Craddock suggested I might reconsider pressing charges.

He seems to think that no one will profit by everything coming out into the

open.

Well, he could be right.

How? Obviously, the defence will try and paint you in an unfavourable light.

Which means digging up the past.

As if I run trial as well.

It's as well to be prepared.

I'm grateful for your support, Oscar.

Being seen with me isn't going to make you popular.

I'm an ex -copper.

I make up my own mind.

I can see that.

Early night.

How about you?

In a few minutes.

What is it?

What?

Maggie, you've been avoiding me all night.

It's been like spending the evening with a stranger.

I'm just tired, that's all.

I'll be up shortly.

Maggie. Look, if this is about what I think it's about, then, you know I can't

say anything.

Mike, I just need you to tell me that you're not taking it seriously.

Look, we have to treat every allegation seriously. You know that, Maggie.

But you know Neil.

You know he wouldn't do something like that.

For all we know, this woman may make a habit of false allegations.

Look, I agree.

And if a case goes forward, that's the sort of thing we'll check out.

But until then, the gossips have a field day.

But Neil offered to take that woman home out of kindness.

He doesn't deserve to be on trial like this.

I know.

But unless Miss Albury drops her charges, we have to continue the

That's it.

Is this all you can manage?

Not unless you pay, Mr Greengrass. We're here for a few bob and it. I could get

some other lad.

A few bob? You're money mad, you.

All right, look, I tell you what.

Look, I'll give you two bob a man and that is it, all right?

It ain't just an army, though.

Cloddy, we haven't got any weapons for him and that. Go on, as usual. Stick a

spanner in the works.

I know I shouldn't be here.

And if you ask me to leave, I will.

I

need

to know why you're doing this to us.

destroying everything.

Neil's reputation, our marriage. Why?

Please. I know you won't be able to accept this, but I've noticed I haven't

heard either of you.

That's not how it feels.

Maggie, I went to see your husband as a patient. He was friendly. He talked

about...

Things? What things?

His time in York, what he got up to as a student.

I thought he was just welcoming me to the village.

Neil didn't normally talk about his past. Don't you think I haven't been

over that?

Wondering why he told me all those things?

What else did he tell me?

Well, about his digs in Caughton Road, his first car, how his...

Friends used to use it to go courting, so much so they had a rotor.

Maybe he was harking back to a time when he was free.

Free?

Free of what? Me?

No.

I don't know.

Possibly.

Maybe he thought I could help him realise that.

I don't know why he did what he did. I... I certainly never encouraged

him.

about you, Neil. Things only you or I might know. I can't explain it. I wish I

could. Unless you told her. I didn't tell her a thing, please.

Oh, what was it? The famous Neil Bolton charm?

Maggie, how many more times?

The only shame is she didn't fall for it and I did.

Twice.

I thought you were intent on only talking to us through your thalassa.

I've come to you as a friend.

Please, don't make this any harder than it is.

Everything that that woman has alleged is false.

I don't expect you to believe that, but it's true.

But up to now, I've put down her allegation as something random.

Something she dreamt up to explain away her accident.

And now you've changed your mind.

She knows things about me.

Like what?

Things from my past, things there's no way she could know.

How does she? I don't know.

But somehow it's mixed up with why she's doing this.

There's something I'm missing, Mike.

For some reason, she wants to destroy me.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'll do what I can, but you haven't exactly given me much to work on.

Aidensfield Police.

I thought you'd like to know your phantom road sign thief has struck

Whereabouts? About half a mile in on the Ashfordly Road, Burley Woods.

Who reported it?

Well, the caller was in a phone box. The pips went off before he could leave his

name. But he sounded like a lad.

Right. Thanks, Alf.

I've decided not to proceed with the charges.

Oh.

Do you mind telling me why?

Two reasons.

Maggie came to see me.

Oh, I see.

I have no right to inflict that amount of pain on anyone. She's done nothing to

deserve it.

What are you saying?

I like what I've found here, Oscar.

If I'm to stay, I don't want anything getting in the way.

That's if I'm welcome.

You know you're welcome.

Mr. Blaketon?

Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Blaketon. The secretary would like a word when you're

finished. All right.

Thanks.

So, you thought it would be a bit of fun, did you?

It weren't about fun.

That would be stupid.

Why did you do it, then? Because I'm an anarchist.

I don't follow rules or signs.

I'm after the destruction of the old world order.

Now, you listen to me, Frank Saldross.

You are not an anarchist.

You are a very silly little boy who's wasted a great deal of police time.

The only fortunate thing is your pranks haven't killed anyone.

If you mean that woman.

That weren't my fault, and you can't say it were.

What do you mean?

Her who crashed.

I never got a chance to touch them roadworks.

Go on.

She stopped well short, then her engine stalled.

Next thing, she'd roll forward, like she's out of control.

It had nothing to do with me.

Disqualified?

Whatever for?

Well, it seems the name that you entered under doesn't match the one on your

handicap certificate.

This is a Mrs...

E. Davidson.

You told me that you'd never been married.

I'm sorry.

It was only ever meant to be a white lie.

So what's the truth, exactly?

My husband left me.

Making myself out of spins just seemed less shameful somehow.

I never meant to deceive you.

Bernie, is Miss Aubrey's car still here? Yeah, here it is.

Claude's had me running everywhere, fetching and what have you for this

reenactment. Everything else has had to go by the board.

Why don't you have a moment for a change?

What's going on then, Claude? Nothing that would interest you, Michael.

Weapons for the battle.

Looks like you're in the clear then, Claude.

Even I couldn't class those as offensive.

There you go.

I'm no expert, Bernie.

It's a...

Doesn't seem to be a great deal of damage.

No, not much.

So you don't think the car was travelling very fast at the time of the

Ten mile an hour tops.

How can I help?

Well, the first time you were interviewed, you said you treated Miss

a spate of minor accidents.

That's right. And you thought these incidents might have a common cause?

Yes, although I'm not new at resolving what it is.

Why? Well, it's possible that when Miss Albury crashed a car that, well...

She was behaving very oddly.

What do you mean?

Well, we've a witness who saw the accident. Here's a version of an event

tally with the one Miss Albury gave us. I've checked it out. So she lied to you?

I can't be sure, but the witness did say Miss Albury appeared to be out of

control. I was just wondering if you had any idea what might have caused it.

No, no.

I mean, I've been trying to.

I mean, obviously they're all connected, but... No, I never got her notes.

But even if I had, it wouldn't explain how she knows so much about me or why

she's doing this.

You're absolutely certain you haven't met her before?

No.

I've been racking my brains, but... No.

About time, too. Where have you been?

Recruiting, like you said.

I've been all over putting them posters up. Good. How many extra soldiers have

you got?

Two. Two? Is that all?

Oh, Bob Carey's had to cry off. He's got the dentist.

So what you're trying to tell me is you've got the sum total of just one

Six.

Not much of an army.

Oh, well, they'll just have to run about a bit, make out there's more than there

is. And you'd better put some armour on.

Oh, no.

What do you mean, oh, no? You don't expect me to do it, do you, with my

You don't have a former address for Miss Aubrey by any chance, do you?

Well, no, I'm afraid not.

Why do you want it?

Dr Bolton seems to think there's some ulterior motive behind her allegations.

there is, I want to find out.

I see.

Well, you could try the Scarborough Thames Golf Club. I know she used to be

member there.

Right, thanks.

Oh, they might know her better as Mrs Davidson.

Cheers, Oscar.

Right, thank you.

Oh, I haven't seen Mrs Ventress. She's not coming.

Oh, er, she thought better of it.

Thank you.

That's not the army we're supposed to watch at the court.

You get more fight out of our regulars on a Saturday night.

I hope this isn't going to be a let -down court. Just have a bit of

will you?

And I recognise the clothes they're wearing.

Well, you should do. The amateur dramatics were wearing them last month.

And that's what we've paid good money for. It's not the uniforms, it's the men

inside them, isn't it?

Court won!

Hey,

hey, what about that?

Try and tell me that's not worth ten bob of anybody's money.

armour out of it. Well, you left me no choice.

If you'd been straight with me, I would have supported you, come what may.

All I did was tell a white lie.

But one white lie leads to another.

Even so, there wasn't any need to tell the police, Oscar.

I said I was dropping the case. That would have put a stop to it.

Well, for you, maybe.

But mud stick.

What about Dr. Bolton?

What about me?

You've ruined everything.

PC Bradley.

I understand you want to ask about one of our lady members, Mrs Davidson.

Yes, that's right.

Tragic business.

I'm sorry?

My apologies, I assumed that you knew.

Knew what?

Dr Davidson, Elaine's husband.

He took his own life six months ago.

No, no, I wasn't aware.

To be brutally honest, it wasn't a total surprise.

How do you mean?

Let's just say he wasn't the most sanguine of members.

You said he was a doctor.

Oh, yes.

All was most insistent upon his title being used.

But the queer thing was he never practised as a doctor.

What's all this about you not wanting to fight?

Oh, there's more of them in their army.

And they've got real swords.

No need to be frightened. I mean, it's only pretending. It's not going to work,

is it, Bernie?

It does seem rather one -sided.

Come on, Greengrass, let's get the show rolling.

All right, I'm trying to sort it out.

Greengrass, my men are champing at the bit.

Keen to see off this rabble.

Such as they are.

We might have a bit of a problem there, Mr Pym. You might have to lend them a

few of yours, you know, to even things up. Even things up?

Why, the milk's up.

Well, that's easy to say when you're the ones who've got the cannon.

Lily -livered, spineless sons of an idle monarch.

You can't talk to us like that, Mr Green. Grab behind the ears.

Fable.

Boys pretending to be men.

Hey, you're asking for a clout, you are.

That's the stuff, David. That's what we want. That's what we... That's the

spirit. Hey, up, Claude. I think we've got a problem.

Who are they?

Oh, it's Barry Hawkins and his mates. I met them down at Whitby Labour Exchange

when I was pulling up your recruitment posters. Did you tell them exactly what

they were supposed to do?

Aye, I just said there's going to be a punch -up and that they get to bob a man

for pitching in.

Just two, please.

I'd like to say how sorry I am.

I hope we can still be friends.

You think you know what's wrong with her? I think Elaine suffers from a form

epilepsy. I see.

At the golf club, she put her condition down to alcohol, yet she hardly drunk a

thing. Neil, there's something you should know.

Her name's not Aubrey.

No, she was married to a doctor called Davidson.

Don't tell me you knew him.

Malcolm Davidson was my senior at York Hospital.

But more than that, we were friends.

I never even knew he was married.

And?

Well, he was a gifted surgeon.

He had a patient die on him during surgery.

A child.

It affected him badly. He'd gone against accepted practice during the operation.

So what happened to him?

He tried to cover it up, but the hospital insisted on an inquiry.

And you had to give evidence?

I had to tell the truth.

Maybe I need to talk to him.

That's not going to be possible, Neil.

He committed suicide earlier this year.

Poor Elaine.

She must be desperate.

Aidensfield Police.

Right. Thanks, Bill.

She's at the railway station.

Give fire!

Give fire!

Put up your piece!

Prepare to march!

March on!

What are we supposed to do with these?

We'll fight them, of course.

Stuff your sword.

Go on, lads, let's storm out.

It may be, but it's not very historical, is it?

You know what you're doing, Todd. Don't blame me.

Them blokes from Whitby, they got it all in one stick. They were told

categorically. It's only supposed to be a reenactment.

Right, I've seen enough.

I trust it's not life -threatening, Melanie?

It can't be that you can't either. It was my fault. You promised them too,

to come and have a fight, didn't you?

What's their interest?

Inciting a riot and swizzling me out of ten Bob and all. It was supposed to be

an historical event. Oh, no, it wasn't. It was a bunch of lads from Whitby

coming to have a punch -up in your field. You know your trouble, do you?

You've got no imagination.

It's a good thing for you that I haven't, otherwise you'd be facing even

charges. You know the way to the cells.

Yeah, I also know you've got to provide me with your dinner, so I'll have fish

and chips.

Go easy on the vinegar.

I know who you are.

I don't mean you any harm.

You did all the harm you could to me nine years ago.

My husband was a good man.

You could have helped him when he needed friends most.

It wasn't easy for me to give evidence against him.

Then why did you?

Being a surgeon requires courage.

Malcolm lost his when that child died.

Only he couldn't admit it.

I was just a part of the process that took that decision for him.

Why didn't you tell him about your epilepsy?

He'd have blamed himself for that evening.

He was finding it difficult enough as it was.

But it wasn't difficult.

No.

When it first came on, I was so frightened.

I didn't know what was happening to me.

First attacks I managed to pass off luckily.

Malcolm never saw.

Then I learned to anticipate them.

To hide them as if they were shameful.

They are.

I wanted to tell him.

But how could I?

All he could think of was what a failure he was.

There was no room for me.

For what was hurting me.

And for that you blame me?

I wanted to hate you.

I wanted you to be as he described.

I wanted to hate you. That's why I hunted you out.

How it's all gone wrong.

He lied to me all those years.

I see that now.

I've wasted all those years.

I knew you could settle here.

Elaine!

And not before time.

All right.

What sort of charges have you cobbled up against me this time?

We're not charging you, Mr Greengrass.

You're free to go.

You what?

I've been out there for nearly four hours. I'm not going till I get an

apology.

Don't push your luck, Claude.

I'll probably do you lot for wrongful arrest, especially you both.

By the way, Claude, Cromwell's new model army is waiting for you out there.

Something about a share of the gate money.

Really?

Give me the keys.

I think I'll be better off in the cells.

Harvey, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Why does the love of kids stay in my memory?