08x15 - Taking Sides

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? #

MUSIC: 'Shame on You' by Cliff Richard

# Yeah

# Yeah

# I've been searching all over this world

# Tried to find me a steady girl

# Girl that's sweet, kind and true

# And then along came you

# Oh, naughty girl (oh, naughty girl)

# What you trying to do? (what you trying to do?)

# Oh, naughty girl, girl...

Hello.

Sorry to call you out so late, doctor.

- It's all right. - Thank you.

# Yeah

# Yeah

# Let me satisfy your mind

# I'm not helpless, I'm not blind

# Been around and I know what to do

# With a girl like you...

TYRES SCREECH

# Oh, naughty girl

# What you trying to do? (what you trying to do?)

# Oh, naughty girl, girl, shame on you #

Morning.

I knew the smell of bacon would get you up sooner or later.

Thank you.

You were late back.

Oh, sorry. I tried not disturbing you.

- Who called you out? - Elaine Aubrey, the new patient.

- Again? What was it this time? - A burn, from her kettle.

She's certainly getting her stamp's worth.

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

What, in this thing?!

Oh, come off it, Mike. This wasn't my fault.

This is down to whoever left that there without any warning.

I'm sorry?

If I hadn't have had my wits about me, I would've been down the hole.

Who'd go and do something like that?

DOORBELL TINKLES

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

WOMAN: 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.

MAGGIE: Morning, Oscar.

OSCAR: 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.

SIGHS

She really is something.

MUSIC: 'La La La' by Gerry and the Pacemakers

# Now I'm gonna try and find a girl

# Who will make me feel so good #

Pardon me. We seem to have broken down.

- Are we close to Hatton Rudby? - CLAUDE: No, you're not.

You're also a bit late for an' all.

How come they got so lost? They're miles from Hatton Rudby!

I dunno.

The roads have probably changed a bit since they were here last.

There's still a bit of looting and pillaging going on.

- I take care of that. - They're not Vikings, Claude.

They're Cromwell's New Model Army.

Whoever they are,

they fell foul of whoever's been mucking about with 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.

Any luck, we shouldn't be too late.

Excuse me asking, but why are you all dressed up like that?

Are you... Are you Morris dancers or summat?

We are a re-enactment society,

replicating some of the finest moments in this country's history

in all their blood-curdling detail.

If either of you ever fancy coming along to see us,

well, I'll be happy to arrange tickets.

Thanks very much.

Bradley, this larking about with road signs

is getting out of hand. - Yes, Sarge.

- Gina had a very lucky escape. - It's the fifth incident this week.

Sixth now, Sarge.

Just had a report someone's messed about with the signs on Hatton Road.

What are you going to do about it, Bradley?

There's not a lot I can do, Sarge.

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.

MARY: Word is,

she's got Oscar Blaketon wrapped round her little finger as well.

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

- 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.

CLAUDE: I'd pull up the drawbridge if I were you.

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?

Yes, Neil's been busy today. Thought I'd leave him to it.

Don't start moaning, Claude.

You knew you'd have to pay off your slate sooner or later.

I didn't expect it to be in readies, did I?

They're not easy to come by.

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

You'd be better off doing the same thing as them others.

How do you mean?

Re-enactments. They're all the rage. Get people coming from all over.

You mean they actually pay money to watch them?

They're usually very popular, Claude. Good family entertainment.

MUSIC: 'Right Wheel, Left Hammer, Sham' by The Tremeloes

I'm sorry you've been sent out of your way, sir.

We're doing our best to rectify the situation.

And not before time.

GRUNTS

Right, that's the last one.

What's with all this traffic?

Oh, there's a display or summat over at Hatton Rudby.

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.

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.

- BOTH: Ooh! - I'm sorry.

Mrs Bolton. I was just on my way out.

- Bye, doctor. Thank you. - Bye-bye.

Not another mishap, surely?

No, no. I was checking her dressing from last night.

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

Well, she was here. I was here. So I did it.

- It's not a problem, is it? - No! No, I suppose not.

Well?

Someone's filled the t*nk with sugar.

It's crusted all round the petrol cap.

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

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

Meanwhile, we are one vehicle short

and 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 through that leave you've got owing.

You're quiet today, Mary.

Am I, love?

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's worth listening to, anyhow.

There's no point staying, then. Bye.

Ta-ra, Maggie.

So come on then, what were you gossiping about at lunchtime?

What can you mean?

You and Mrs Carthy going ten 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, Doctor Bolton has been making a few house calls.

- That's what doctors do. - True.

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

does she?

LAUGHTER

Hello. Hello there.

Hi.

- We're getting looks. - Yes. It'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 from all the golf bores.

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

I've persuaded Elaine to partner me in the mixed foursomes on Sunday.

- Really? What's your handicap? - Fourteen. Do you play, Maggie?

Er, no. 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. We 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 a lot of it happened on my land.

Oh, aye. Like what?

Well... The, er... The battle of Aidensfield.

Battle of where?

CLAUDE: Well, you probably haven't heard owt about it.

Not many have.

No, it were really... It was only a little skirmish.

But I'll tell you summat. Your lot won.

Is that right?

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

What anniversary?

Well, I haven't actually done my sums yet,

but I tell you summat, it'd make a marvellous re-enactment.

And I'd make sure your lads finished up with a few readies up front,

wouldn't I, Bernie?

When were you thinking of staging this, Mr Greengrass?

Er, well, how soon can you get here?

I need to find something to take away the distress

of being an appalling golfer.

- I can't believe that. - It's really true.

Have I missed something?

Neil was saying how he took up this game

to get away from the stress of being a doctor,

now he needs something to relieve the stress of being a bad golfer!

Which I'm sure you're not.

Now, have I got this right?

Elaine, gin and tonic. Maggie, Campari and soda.

- MAGGIE: Thank you. - OSCAR: And whisky.

Cheers. Cheers.

Elaine?

Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry. I...

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

MAN: Mr Blaketon,

the president would like to speak to you about your address.

OSCAR: What, now?

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

Right. Well, er... If you'll excuse me.

Actually, I think I should get some air, if you don't mind.

It's... It's quite stuffy in here.

NEIL: I'll deal with this.

Elaine? 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. - Well, 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 and it's cheaper.

Claude, 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?

Hang on. I didn't say we wouldn't come.

You don't want to muck about. I start selling the tickets tomorrow.

From what I've heard,

they're going to sell faster than the hot cakes mother made.

We'll see.

You see? Word of mouth. Quod erat demonstrandum.

Why pay for something you can get for nowt?

CAR STARTS

KEYS RATTLE

CAR APPROACHES

ENGINE STARTS

HORN BLARES

Someone dialled . Do you know who it was?

No. We were just driving home and found Miss Aubrey in her car.

- There were no other witnesses. - Right.

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 one weak gin and tonic.

It's all right, Oscar. The crash was my fault. I was driving too fast.

At least let's get you home, then 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.

MIKE: Miss Aubrey, you could be facing charges.

MIKE: Unless there's something you haven't told me?

I'm sorry, darling.

- Took me longer than I expected. - How is she?

- Hmm? - Elaine Aubrey.

Oh, yes. Fine. Fine, she said.

After he drove me home... Dr Bolton asked if he could come in.

I-I... thought he was being a gentleman and ensuring I was safe.

You're saying it was for some other reason?

SOBS

MIKE: What happened, 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... 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 fault.

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.

Is Neil in?

Hello, Mike. 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 clumsy.

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

...extremely agitated.

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 Bolton. 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 her allegations.

Hello.

So what did Mike want?

I'm being investigated.

Elaine Aubrey has accused me of indecent as*ault.

LAUGHS

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.

Oh, I'm sure it will all blow over.

How can you take it all so lightly?

For the simple reason that it's not true.

Elaine Aubrey is trying to explain away some reckless driving.

She grabbed at 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 improper conduct took place.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

We're just pointing out the facts.

Perhaps your memory's 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 formal 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 you've 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, 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.

Here you are, mate.

That's half up front and the other half on the day,

providing your lads do a good job.

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

My army train hard.

I propose to set up my encampment, attack the Royalist rabble,

then round up the prisoners and put them to the sword.

The 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?

Wear the Royalist feather, Mr Greengrass?

My lads'd sooner die.

You mean, I've... I've got to find another army?

And that's your evidence? A ripped blouse?

CRADDOCK: 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. - This is absurd.

What reason would I possibly have

for putting my entire reputation on the line?

Perhaps you saw a woman you were attracted to

and assumed it was mutual.

I felt nothing for her.

You saw her on the arm of another man. It would 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,

make it through my solicitors.

- There we are. - Thank you.

Look... would you prefer to go somewhere else?

No.

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

Sergeant Craddock suggested I might reconsider pressing charges.

He thinks that no-one will profit by everything coming out into the open.

Hmm. 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 were on trial as well.

It's as well to be prepared.

ELAINE: 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.

Well, I might have an early night.

- How about you? - Mm. 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, er... 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 the case goes forward, that's what we'll check out.

But until then, the gossips have a field day.

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 Aubrey drops the charges,

we have to continue the investigation.

FANFARE

Is this it? Is this all you could manage?

Not unless you're paying. For a few bob, I could get some other lads.

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

All right, look, I'll tell you what.

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

But it isn't just an army, Claude. We haven't got any weapons for 'em.

Go on, as usual, stick a spanner in the works.

DOORBELL RINGS

Maggie.

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.

Doing what?

SCOFFS

Destroying everything.

Neil's reputation, our marriage. Why?

Please. I know you won't be able to accept this,

but I've no desire to hurt 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 doesn't normally talk about his past.

Don't you think I haven't been going over that,

wondering why he told me all those things?

What else did he tell you?

ELAINE: Well... about his digs in Corton Road, his first car,

how his friends used to use it to go courting,

so much so, they had a rota.

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

Free?!

- Free of what? Me? - No! I...

I don't know. Possibly.

ELAINE: 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.

SIGHS

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

ENGINE REVS

She knew everything about you! 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.

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 solicitor?

I've come to you as a friend, Mike.

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.

Well, like what?

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

- MIKE: So 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. Some reason she wants to destroy me.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Look, I'm sorry. I'll do what I can,

but you haven't exactly given me much to work on.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

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

has struck again.

Whereabouts?

About half a mile in on the Ashfordly Road. Birley Woods.

- Who reported it? - 'The caller was in a phone box.'

The pips went before he could leave his name, but he sounded like a lad.

Right. Thanks, Alf.

MUSIC: 'Right Wheel, Left Hammer, Sham' by The Tremeloes

# Marriage on the rocks, depends who said what then

# Nobody remember why

# Go before a counsel

# Wouldn't let her down feel

# Shaking in your old school tie

# Give it a try

# Let it go by, by, by, by, by

# Give it a try

# Let it go by, by, by, by, by #

I've decided not to proceed with the charges.

Oh. Would you mind telling me why?

Two reasons.

- Maggie came to see me. - Oh, I see.

I've 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've finished.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Gotcha.

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

It weren't about fun. That'd be stupid.

Why did you do it, then?

Cos 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 Shallcross.

You are not an anarchist. You are a very silly little boy.

Who's wasted a great deal of police time.

The fortunate thing is your pranks haven't k*lled anyone.

If you mean that woman, that weren't my fault

and you can't say it were.

MIKE: 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's rolled forward, like she was out of control.

FRANK: 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 a spinster 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 for this blessed re-enactment.

Everything else has had to go by the board.

Why don't you have a moan, 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, Claude.

MIKE: Even I couldn't class those as offensive.

Here you go.

I'm no expert, Bernie,

but there 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?

Ten mile an hour, tops.

How can I help?

Well, the first time you were interviewed,

you said you treated Miss Aubrey for a spate of minor accidents.

That's right.

And you thought these incidents might have a common cause.

Yes. Although I'm no nearer to resolving what it is. Why?

Well, it's possible that when Miss Aubrey crashed her car

that... well... she was behaving very oddly.

How do you mean?

We've a witness who saw the accident.

His version of events doesn't tally with the one Miss Aubrey gave us.

- I've checked it out... - So she lied to you?

I can't be sure,

but the witness did say Miss Aubrey appeared to be out of control.

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

No, no. I've... I mean, I've been trying to.

I mean, obviously, they're all connected but...

No, I never got her notes.

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.

And about time too! Where have you been?

DAVID: 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 more.

Six. Not much of an army.

They'll 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 back?

You don't have a former address for Miss Aubrey, by 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.

If there is, I want to find out.

Oh, I see.

Well, you could try the Scarborough Sands Golf Club.

I know she used to be a member there.

Right, thanks.

Or they might know her better as Mrs Davidson.

Cheers, Oscar.

MUSIC: 'Greensleeves' by Jeff Beck

Hello, Alf. I haven't seen Mrs Ventress. Is she not coming?

Oh, she thought better of it.

CLAUDE: Ah, girls.

That's not the army we're supposed to watch, is it, Claude?

You get more fight out of our regulars on Saturday night!

I hope this isn't going to be a let down, Claude.

Just have a bit of patience, will you.

And I recognise the clothes they're wearing.

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 'em, isn't it?

Call to arms! Musket positions!

RHYTHMIC DRUMMING

Hey! Hey! What about that?

Tell me that's not worth ten bob of anybody's money!

PYM: Prepare to march. March forward!

RHYTHMIC DRUMMING

PYM: Left turn! Wheel!

PYM: Prepare to stop! Turn!

SCOFFS

All this fuss.

- Making such a drama 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 sticks. What about Dr Bolton?

What about me?

Oh, you don't understand! You've ruined everything!

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES, BELL RINGS

GULLS CAW

PC Bradley?

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

- Mrs Davidson. - Yes, that's right.

- A 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, erm... I wasn't aware.

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

MIKE: How do you mean?

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

Er, you said he was a doctor.

Oh, yes. Always most insistent upon his title being used.

But the q*eer thing was, he never practised as a doctor.

Thanks.

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

Well, there's more of them in their army and they've got real swords!

No need to be frightened. I mean, it's only pretend.

They're not gonna hurt you, are they, 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.

PYM: Such as they are.

We might have a bit of a problem there, Mr Pym.

You might have to lend 'em a few of yours, to even things up.

Even things up? What are they? Milk sops!

That's easy to say when you're the ones who've got the cannon!

Lily-livered, spineless sons of an idle monarch.

Hey, he can't talk to us like that, Mr Greengrass!

Wet behind the ears! Feeble! 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 the spirit!

'Ey up, Claude. I think we've got problems.

Who are they?

That's Barry Hawkins and his mates.

I met them at Whitby Labour Exchange when I was putting up your posters.

CLAUDE: Did you tell them exactly what they were supposed to do?

I just said there's going to be a punch-up

and they'd get two bob a man for pitching in.

- Just two, please. - Right.

OSCAR: Elaine.

Elaine!

I'd just like to say how sorry I am.

Hope we can still be friends.

You're saying you know what's wrong with her?

I think Elaine suffers from a form of epilepsy.

I see.

At the golf club, she put her condition down to alcohol,

yet she'd hardly drunk a thing.

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

Her name's not Aubrey.

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...

...but 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 enquiry.

And you had to give evidence?

I had to tell the truth.

He was struck off.

Maybe I need to talk to him.

That's, erm... That's not going to be possible, Neil.

He committed su1c1de earlier this year.

Oh, poor Elaine.

She must be desperate.

TELEPHONE RINGS

MIKE: Aidensfield police.

Right. Thanks, Phil.

She's at the railway station.

PYM: Give fire!

PYM: Give... fire!

Prepare to march! March on!

DRUMMING

What are we supposed to do with these?

Well, we fight them, of course.

Stuff your sword.

Come on, lads. Let's sort 'em out!

SHOUTING

This beats wrestling on the telly any day.

Maybe, but it's not very historical, is it?

I hope you know what you're doing, Claude.

Don't blame me.

Them blokes from Whitby, they got the wrong end of the stick.

They were told categorically it was only a re-enactment.

Right. I've seen enough.

WHISTLE BLOWS

CRADDOCK: I trust it's not life-threatening, Bellamy.

I can't see how you can say it was my fault.

You promised them two bob to come and have a fight.

What's this, Ventress?

Inciting a riot and swizzling me out of ten bob and all.

It was supposed to be an historical event.

ALF: Oh, no, it wasn't.

It was a bunch of lads from Whitby coming for a punch-up in your field.

Do you know your trouble, Alf? You've got no imagination.

It's a good thing for you I haven't,

otherwise you'd be facing even more charges.

ALF: You know the way to the cells.

CLAUDE: I also know you've got to provide me with a dinner.

So I'll have fish and chips and go easy on the vinegar.

MUSIC: 'Walk With Me' by The Seekers

# Walk with me

# Through the long, lonely night

Elaine? I know who you are.

I don't mean you any harm.

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

ELAINE: 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.

NEIL: 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?

NEIL: No, it's all right.

I couldn't. He'd have blamed himself for that, even.

He was finding it difficult enough as it was.

- NEIL: But it wasn't his fault. - No?

When it first came on I was so frightened.

I didn't know what was happening to me.

The first att*cks I managed to pass off.

Luckily, Malcolm never saw and I learnt 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.

And now?

Now it's all gone wrong.

He lied to me all those years.

TRAIN HORN

I see that now.

TRAIN APPROACHES

I've wasted all those years.

NEIL: Elaine. Elaine, you could settle here.

Elaine!

- Come on. - 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 official apology.

Don't push your luck, Claude.

I'll probably sue you lot for wrongful arrest.

Especially you, Alf!

ALF: By the way, Claude,

Cromwell's New Model Army is waiting for you out there.

Something about a share of the gate money.

Are they?

Give me the keys. I think I'll be better off in the cells.

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? #