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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?