15x03 - Miller's Tale

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

SPLASH AND GROANING

Help!

Oscar! Oscar Blaketon. Glad you could make it.

Well, thanks for the invitation, Tony.

It's ridiculous you haven't been asked to join before.

A man of your talents.

OSCAR CHUCKLES

I'm always glad to be of service to the community.

And get an evening away from the little woman, eh?

Well, er... Not in my case.

Thank you. Still, it makes a nice change from the pub.

Oh, yes. I've been meaning to talk to you about that.

A bit later, eh? After dinner.

ASHFORDLY: What the devil...

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

They're at it again, Walker! Bold as brass!

I thought you people were dealing with this!

We're on our way.

This is PC Walker. The poaching g*ng is on the Ashfordly estate now.

Can you radio Sergeant Miller? He shouldn't be far from the gates.

I'll meet him there.

SIREN

MUSIC: 'Crossroads' by Cream

♪ I went down to the crossroads

♪ Fell down on my knees

♪ Down to the crossroads

♪ Fell down on my knees

♪ Asked the Lord above for mercy

♪ "Take me, if you please"

♪ I went down to the crossroads

♪ Tried to flag a ride

♪ Down to the crossroads

♪ Tried to flag a ride

TYRES SQUEAL

♪ Well, I'm going down to Rosedale... ♪

Sarge!

Sarge! Can you hear me? Sarge!

Delta Alpha Two-Four to Control.

- 'Receiving.' - We need an ambulance and a doctor

on the road between Eltring and Aidensfield. Over.

No Oscar tonight?

No. He's at some local business do.

I just hope it puts him in a good mood.

- Why is that?

Let's just say there's something I wanted to talk to him about,

but never got round to it.

Sounds serious.

Well, it is for me. I'm going to art college.

There's a part-time foundation course starting in York.

Gina, that's fantastic.

I've been thinking about it for ages.

I had to do some sketches to get accepted.

You kept that very quiet.

I didn't want to talk about it till I knew they'd take me on.

Now that they have, there's a lot to sort out with running this place.

Oscar will help out. He'll be really pleased for you.

- When do you start? - Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Arms.

Yeah, yeah, she's here.

OK, I'll tell her. Bye.

You're wanted. There's an accident up on the Eltring road.

Right.

- Oscar, enjoying yourself? - Yes, very much.

Some very funny speeches. Especially the first one.

Yes, John Amery. Just the chap I was meaning to talk to you about.

Between you and me, his brewery is looking to expand.

Buy up some more tied houses.

You own the Aidensfield Arms, don't you?

Yeah, but Tony, I'm not thinking of selling.

Apart from anything else, I live there. It's my home.

Listen, I know what you paid Charles Ashfordly for that place.

John would give you double that.

You could set yourself up in a new place

and then buy into some other business.

Plenty of opportunities for those with the right connections.

Give it some thought.

Yes, well, there's no harm in that, I suppose.

Excellent. I'll drop round in a day or so. What are you having?

It's Sergeant Miller. He's conscious, but only just.

- Sergeant Miller? Can you hear me? - Helen!

- Gina, it's out of the question. - I'll only miss a few lunchtimes.

What about the food? What if I've made some arrangements?

I might not be here myself.

We'll get staff in. We've done it before.

I thought you were happy, running this place.

I am happy, Oscar. And I'm hardly flipping emigrating!

- I just want something else. - What kind of something?

I don't know. I want to get out from behind the bar.

Out of the village. You know, I just... I just want more.

SIGHS

Oh, well... Go on, then.

I daresay I can manage for a day or two.

Thank you, Oscar.

Mm.

- You got it? - Yes.

- What do you reckon? - Impossible to say.

PHIL: I didn't see any blood on the car.

You know, for all we know,

it might have been the Land Rover that hit the tramp.

- Does Miller remember anything? - No.

Apart from a thump as he hit something just before the crash.

- Not looking good, then. - No.

Let's hope we find these poachers.

DOG BARKS

PEGGY: Help!

DOG BARKS

PEGGY: Help!

PEGGY: Help!

Oh! Am I glad to see you! I've been down here all night.

What are you doing in there?

Well... I got lost. And I fell in.

- This is private property. - Yeah, but...

It was dark. I must have got confused.

I took a wrong turning.

- Poaching, I suppose. - No. Nothing of the sort, my lord.

Mind you, I think I'm lucky I didn't do myself any serious damage,

falling into that great big hole.

- Ha! - Oh, look at that!

Must have died when I fell on it.

Poor little thing.

Well... No harm done, eh? I'd best be off.

Thanks for rescuing me.

So, no broken bones or anything.

No. I'm just in for observation.

Lucky, that.

I remember old Sergeant Ashrod from Whitby when he had his car smash.

He was in and out of hospital for months.

Everything. Operations, pins.

Is there any news about the man I hit?

They won't tell me anything in here.

Eddie Thomas. He hasn't regained consciousness yet.

What was he doing out there at that time of night?

He's a law unto himself, is Eddie. A gentleman of the road.

You don't want to jump to conclusions.

You don't know that it was you that did it.

I hit something.

It could have been the poachers that did it.

And the lads are doing everything they can to find them.

That's very comforting, Alf.

Now, if you don't mind, Mrs Miller bought those grapes for me.

- Gina! - Hiya!

I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you this.

Oh, Helen! You shouldn't have!

Oh, it's nothing. Just an old relic from school days.

I'm happy someone can get some use out of it.

Oh, thanks. I suppose I'd better try and look the part, eh?!

You look fine. Now go and enjoy yourself.

I'll try!

But being late on my first day isn't exactly the best of starts. Ta-ra!

We know the g*ng moved to the area recently.

ASHFORDLY: You're sure of that, are you?

- Positive.

It might interest you to know I just found Peggy Armstrong in my woods.

By the look of her, she'd been there all night.

How can you tell?

If she is mixed up in this, I can only reckon that the constabulary

has been extremely remiss

in ignoring the mess on its own doorstep!

Good day to you!

If Peggy is mixed up in all this, I'll wring her neck.

Me too.

- Shall we do it now? - No time like the present.

Can I come?

On Alf's day off? No, stay and mind the shop.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'm here to start a report into last night's unfortunate incident.

And Sergeant Miller's part in it.

Your reactions seem normal.

Pity they weren't better last night.

It's probably best not to dwell on that for now.

If you ask me, you had a lucky escape.

Unlike Eddie Thomas.

It'll take a while to discover the extent of his injuries.

And what caused them.

Tell me the truth, Doctor. Is he going to live?

It's touch and go. But it doesn't look good.

It'll be manslaughter, then.

Let's wait for the result of the enquiry.

There's no doubt in my mind, Doctor, that I hit him.

MAN: It may be unusual to begin with a practical class,

but I like my students to start by getting their hands dirty.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Excuse me, is this the life room? - Yes. Yes, come in.

Do you want to go behind the screen?

Just slip your clothes off and when you're ready, come out.

GIGGLING

I'm not the model. I'm a student.

Well, carrying that portfolio, I kind of guessed.

But anyone who turns up late for my classes

must expect to get the mickey taken out of them.

Yeah, well, less of it. No-one takes the mickey out of me.

GINA: I'm from Liverpool.

It must have taken you a while to get here.

Yeah, years.

Mm, on to my next topic.

Observation.

You may have noticed the others have easels.

- Yeah, they're over there. - Exactly.

Right. This morning, we're going to do a simple still life.

I want you to draw what you see, of course.

But I want you to pay particular attention to the light and shade.

And use it to make your drawings come alive.

I don't care what your drawing looks like.

I want you to capture the life, not the likeness. Yeah?

Where have you been? We were worried about you, weren't we, Alfred?

Well, I'm gratified that your concern shows itself

in such concrete ways. - What?

Like coming to look for me, for instance!

Now, where's that magazine I pinched from t'doctor's waiting room?

You said that were rubbish.

You've not thrown it away, have you?

- It's under Alfred's water bottle. - Fetch it here, then.

I've got an idea.

I have been held prisoner against my will by the upper echelon.

Ta, lovey. Let's have a look.

Oh, yes. Here we are.

"Elsie Jacobs, , of New York,

has successfully sued the city for negligence

after tripping and falling down an open manhole, breaking her leg."

You haven't broken your leg. And this isn't York.

It's the principle that matters, David.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Who is it now?!

Hello, Peggy. Sleep well last night, did you?

Sorry, I didn't get your name earlier. Mine's Jack Hollins.

It's Gina Ward.

I think you can afford to relax a little, Gina.

I'm perfectly relaxed, thanks.

No...

It's a bit of a shock, you know, on the first day.

And some people get preoccupied by the rules of learning to paint.

And they're often students like yourself.

- You mean they're older. - Usually.

LAUGHS

That's why it's hard to forget preconceptions.

I came here to learn to paint. Is that a preconception?

I mean, it is an art college!

It depends how much you want to paint.

You know, trees and things. Maybe people.

That's not quite what I meant. I meant, er...

Do you wake up every morning

with an overwhelming desire to express yourself?

Oh, yeah. All the time!

No, but seriously. Do you have a real passion for art?

I've never really thought about it like that. I've got a pub to run.

The first thing I think of in the morning is emptying the drip-trays.

Never mind the trespassing, Peggy.

Illegal pursuit of game is a criminal offence.

I'm not saying anything without a solicitor.

- You're not under arrest, Peggy. - I should hope not.

It's the g*ng we're interested in. They've given us a lot of trouble.

- You're not the only ones. - How do you mean?

Well, I mean, emptying snares, setting traps.

Total disregard for the country code.

- Emptying your snares? - I didn't say that.

ROB: But you know them?

Not socially, no.

But I've a good idea where they might be staying.

Did you notice how fast you were going?

No.

We calculate you were travelling at just over miles an hour.

- At night, on country roads. - I was in full control.

Until the crash, unfortunately.

They were shining lights in my eyes. There was rubbish on the windscreen.

You had no opportunity to slow down?

None.

When were you first aware of Mr Thomas?

I never saw him.

You do know what you're up against here, don't you?

Section one of the Road Traffic Act of

provides punishment of up to five years' imprisonment

for a conviction of death by dangerous driving.

You won't be suspended from duty during this investigation.

But you will be suspended from driving. Is that understood?

We were talking about David Hockney earlier on.

How many of you have seen his work?

- Where? - The RCA summer show.

Good. Gina?

- At my Auntie Jean's in Bradford. - Ha! Really?

Well, whether it was at the RCA or your Auntie Jean's,

remember that his interest

was in the interplay between the light and the water.

That's what caught his eye.

What's caught your eye about this?

You're trying to copy what you see.

Isn't that the general idea?

- That's what I'm here to learn. - No, not really.

I want you to show me how you feel about what you're drawing.

I don't feel anything.

Then you're not going to get far.

- You're not really helping me here. - I can't teach you how to feel.

It's got to come from you.

I signed on for the foundation course.

But I've made a mistake.

I'm just not cut out for it. So can I have my money back, please?

MUSIC: 'I Feel Free' by Cream

♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

- ♪ I feel free - ♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

♪ I feel free

- ♪ Mm... - ♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

- ♪ I feel free - ♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

- ♪ I feel free... - ♪ Mm...

- What was that? - Probably just Craig.

♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

- ♪ I feel free - ♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

- ♪ I feel free - ♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

- ♪ I feel free - ♪ Bom, bom, bom, b-bom-bom

♪ I feel free

Get out of here! Run!

♪ Feel when I dance with you

♪ We move like the sea

♪ You, you're all I want to know...

Land Rover's not here.

Come on, you two. In.

♪ I feel free ♪

PANTS

All right, duck!

- I beg your pardon? - Is Ronnie in?

If you're referring to Mr Smethers...

Oh, he won't mind.

- He's in an important meeting! - Hello, Ronnie.

Remember me?

Peggy Armstrong!

Aye. This is a far cry from Filey, in't it?

- Don't mention Filey! - Why ever not?

- They were good days. - They were not.

My doctor says it's best for me not to dwell on unpleasant events.

Well, it weren't my fault you were struck off.

I was never struck off!

Reprimanded, then. Whatever you like to call it.

It hasn't done you much harm, has it?

- Not on the outside, no. - Oh, don't talk so weak!

That's not the Ronnie Smethers I used to know.

The Ronnie Smethers you used to know is a sadder and wiser man.

Now, what do you want?

Just a little favour.

You're back earlier than I expected.

- How was it? - Don't ask.

- Oh, that good, eh? - Put it this way, Oscar.

Half the time, I didn't know what they were talking about.

When I did, I thought it was rubbish.

- I did warn you. - Yeah, I suppose you were right.

I do belong here.

A man was knocked over while you were being chased last night.

- Didn't you see him? - We weren't driving.

We were in the back. We didn't see anything.

Who was driving?

- Who was driving? - Craig.

- Craig who? - I'm not grassing on him!

- Where's the Land Rover? - I don't know.

You've got no reason to keep us here.

If you're going to charge us, charge us and let us go.

We've got hours. The clock's just started ticking.

Now we'll talk to your friend.

MACHINE BEEPS

They're obviously frightened of this Craig.

Unless we can find him or the Land Rover, there's nothing we can do.

Time's not exactly on our side.

Brian Parker.

What can we do for you?

We were just wondering, over at the Ashfordly Gazette,

if you'd like to comment on the story

that the officer in charge of this station

ran over an elderly man last night.

We never comment on an ongoing investigation.

So there is an investigation.

And you can confirm that Sergeant Miller is involved.

I can't confirm anything.

You can get hold of headquarters, if you life.

But I doubt they'll give you anything either.

We'll just have to do lots of coverage, then.

Goodbye, officers.

There's no evidence that Miller hit him.

There's no evidence that he didn't.

And now one of us is going to have to stake out that barn.

I've got a better idea. Geoff, do you fancy doing a spot of overtime?

Gina, there's a bloke in the snug asking after you.

- Oh. Who is it? - I didn't ask his name.

He's not my type.

You forgot this.

Thanks, but I won't be needing it any more.

- How did you find me? - I asked Reception.

They said you want to leave the course.

- I don't think you should. - Why?

Because I think you'd get something out of it.

I didn't today. In fact, I just didn't get it at all.

Well, some of these are very promising.

Don't patronise me!

I'm not.

This one. Look at it. A tree by a river.

- It's not a very good tree. - No, it's not. It's diabolical.

But that's not the point. It's where you've placed it.

Because it's here,

it brings meaning and shape to the whole of the picture.

That's not by accident. You saw it right.

- I didn't mean to. - So it's talent.

Why don't you come back? Give it another go.

I don't know, but I'll buy you a drink.

Half a bitter.

I thought you'd be more of a martini man.

Then you haven't seen me right. Yet.

BIRD CALLS

MONITOR BEEPS

MONITOR ALARM

- Have you made your mind up yet? - I still don't know.

You know how someone described poetry?

As language charged to the utmost with meaning.

Now, anyone can paint.

But to get a picture charged to the utmost with meaning,

that's art.

It's not about what you see, it's about how you feel.

So why don't you come by tomorrow? Try again.

Bring something you want to draw. Something small.

OK?

OK.

Now would you mind leaving my pub before I lose my licence?

Drinking-up time was over ages ago.

- Goodnight, Gina. - Goodnight.

Oh!

Right...

- What's going on? - Ah...

Ooh. This is a letter from my solicitor.

As a landowner,

you have a responsibility to the general public.

You were trespassing!

Be that as it may,

we intend to seek extensive damages for injuries sustained.

I've never heard such bunkum in all my life!

Unless, of course, you wish to settle out of court.

- I'll be damned if I would. - I see.

So that's the crack, is it?

That, as you so pithily put it, is the crack!

Now get off my land!

Ooh!

Oh! Oh, my foot!

Are you sure nobody showed up? Not when you were sleeping?

No. I didn't sleep a wink.

Not with all those dead animals hanging about.

I should have a nice cup of tea, lad. Then clear off home.

Back to square one.

Eddie Thomas died last night.

ROB: Where's Craig?

ROB: The man who was knocked over died last night.

You're looking at more than just illegal pursuit of game.

We'll be charging someone with causing death by dangerous driving.

- I said I wasn't driving. - I never said you were.

But if you remain silent,

we will be charging you with assisting an offender.

Look, it's a bit more serious than a few dead rabbits now.

Can you understand?

He went to Manchester.

- Manchester. - He's got a contact there.

Spreads the meat around local butchers and gives us our share.

He's coming back today.

Do you honestly mean to tell me she's got a case?

Oh, for pity's sake, Nigel!

No wonder this country's going to the dogs.

I have no intention of settling out of court!

You give them an inch, they'll take a mile.

No, I intend to stand my ground.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

But is that really how you see it?

Andy?

Thommo?

Craig Harker, I presume.

All right, you're under arrest.

- You do not have to say anything. - But anything you do say

may be taken down and given in evidence.

- What's the charge? - Trespassing in pursuit of game.

You don't like that one? What about death by dangerous driving?

Rob, need to look at this.

CRAIG: Hang on!

Yeah, it could be blood. Better get Forensics to have a look at it.

I didn't k*ll anyone! When? Where?

ROB: The night before last.

You were being chased by a police car.

ROB: A man seems to have got in the way.

I'm not having you pin that on me.

It were a car I hit, not a man. I didn't cause no death.

That's paint, not blood!

All right, tell us about the car.

Some sort of sports car. I don't know what make.

Soft-top. Coming the other way. And I barely clipped it!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sarge.

I'm afraid there's something rather unfortunate in the local paper.

I suppose I should have expected something like this.

You can't blame yourself either.

We don't really know what happened on that road.

What happened, Alf, is that a man died.

And all for a handful of paltry rabbits.

Now you've got it!

Is that all you're going to say?

That's all there is to say.

The rest is in there.

Top her up, would you please, David?

Actually, David, I was hoping to see you.

I thought you might be able to talk some sense into that aunt of yours.

She hasn't a cat in hell's chance of winning this case. You know that.

Lord Ashfordly, this has got nothing to do with me, really.

I dare say, but you can tell her from me

that if she has the temerity to pursue this ludicrous action,

I'll fight her all the way. OK?

Right. Through there.

There was a car coming the other way.

I swerved to avoid it.

But it must have been a mile or so before the accident.

There's no turnings off that road. So it must have passed Eddie Thomas.

- Or hit him. - We don't know that.

But it puts another vehicle

on that stretch of road at that time of night.

The car's got to be out there somewhere.

Gina!

- So, how do you feel now? - Great. Well, no.

- I feel worn out, to be honest. - I meant about the course!

Oh, yeah. I think I'll stick at it a bit longer.

As long as it doesn't leave me feeling permanently knackered.

That's because you drew something with real emotion.

If you put a lot of yourself into your work,

it takes a lot out of you.

But it's worth it.

I'm beginning to see what you mean.

Do you mind if I ask you about that toy?

No, I don't mind. It was Daniel's.

I had a little boy. He died.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Don't be.

These things happen.

It's not only Daniel that's made me feel like this.

I suppose it's never just the one thing. It's everything together.

But I think you've cracked it.

If you can tell so much about me from my drawings,

when am I gonna see some more of yours?

Er... Tomorrow? In York.

Pick you up at four?

OK.

- Ta-ra. - See you.

- Rosie. - Hiya, Rob.

Been waiting for petrol?

David's shoved off somewhere with Peggy, I'm afraid.

No. Just doing the rounds of local garages.

Looking for a red sports car.

Oh, erm... Do you know the make?

No, but it would have been brought in yesterday.

Damage caused by impact at high speed.

Yeah, right, it were brought in yesterday morning.

- Do you know who by? - Er... A chap called... Bryce.

- Got an address? - Should have somewhere.

Come on through.

Would you like one of me actually down the hole?

Presumably you'd have trouble getting down there now.

Quite right.

David...

What's Lord Ashfordly's reaction been so far?

Same as all the ruling classes. Arrogant.

Do you see this as a class struggle, then?

Definitely. Today, Ashfordly Woods. Tomorrow, the Bastille.

- The what? - It's a prison, David.

We're going to fight for our rights and storm it!

What about the law?

The law is an ass, according to Shakespeare.

And for once, I agree with him.

If you could just point down the hole and look a bit more miserable.

That's lovely.

Aunt Peggy...

I don't think I want to go to prison.

- Mr Bryce? - Yes.

- Is that your car? - It is, indeed.

Very nice. I gather you had an accident recently.

No.

But you've just had repairs done at Scripps's garage.

Oh, that. Nothing serious. Just clipped a gatepost.

- One of those things. - A gatepost.

Were you on the Eltring road at all last Sunday evening?

- No. - Are you sure about that?

Positive. I was at a business dinner, as people can tell you.

But I read about your sergeant's accident in the paper.

Nasty business.

- How did you get on? - Well, I found a car.

Rosie Cartwright patched it up a couple of days ago.

Belongs to a chap called Bryce.

- Tony Bryce? - Yeah. That's the one.

He's a big charity fund-raiser.

What did he have to say for himself?

He was at a business society dinner all evening with Oscar Blaketon.

That's that, then. What do they say?

A window opens somewhere and a door slams in your face.

Why don't I go to the pub anyway? Check his story out with Oscar?

Any port in a storm, I suppose.

Don't forget that Rankin's giving me my formal interview this afternoon.

- I'd like the paperwork up to date. - Already in hand, Sarge.

I hope so, Walker.

I certainly hope so.

Oscar! Had a chance to think over what we were talking about?

Yes, I have, as a matter of fact.

Why don't you come in, have a drink,

and tell me a bit more about what you've got in mind.

I'm not in the office today so we may as well have a snifter!

Ha! Come on.

Cards on the table, Oscar.

Johnny Amery's asked me to find some of these pubs we were talking about.

He'll pay you more than you ever dreamed of.

And I get a decent commission as well.

I see. It sounds a very interesting proposition.

The point is, I can cut you in on the business too.

I mean, you'll be well looked after, selling this place.

But if you want to come in with me, we'll make a fortune.

Pool our contacts, our local knowledge.

If it's as good an opportunity as you say...

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know.

In any case, you'll be living comfortably.

But why not live in luxury?

Do you really want to spend the rest of your life

on the wrong side of a bar?

MUSIC: 'Hide and Seek' by Marty Wilde

♪ You're playing hide and seek with me

♪ And everybody else can see...

Aunt Peggy!

♪ ...I want you near

♪ You run away

- ♪ And leave me lovelessly - Aunt Peggy!

♪ Here in a corner

- Hello? - ♪ You're playing hide and seek...

Hey, look! Your picture's in the paper!

Oh! Yay!

Let's have a look! Let's have a look!

Where?

- Eh! - Eh?

SHE LAUGHS

♪ I'm gonna keep you this time

♪ And never more waste time... ♪

Hello, Rob. A bit early in the day for you.

Strictly business, Oscar. I saw a friend of yours yesterday.

- Tony Bryce. - Oh, aye.

- You were at some do together. - Yeah, that's right.

Why are you interested in him, then?

A red sports car was in the area when Eddie Thomas was knocked over.

Bryce's car was put in for repairs the next day.

I thought Miller was responsible for that.

It's one possibility. But we're following up other leads.

Well, Tony was definitely at the do with me.

- And you were with him all evening? - If you want to be exact, no.

We met before dinner. Had a couple of drinks afterwards.

So you don't know he was actually at the meal?

I suppose not. It was one of those fork-and-plate jobs.

Help yourself to the buffet and find somewhere to sit.

But it doesn't make sense, does it?

Why leave the function and come back again?

It does seem a bit odd. Even odder that he picked you as an alibi,

rather than someone he ate with.

Do you know what he's doing today?

He had today off. Probably at home.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly.

To whom am I speaking, please?

What sort of photographs?

- ROB: Mrs Bryce? - WOMAN: Yes?

Can I have a word with your husband?

I'm afraid not. He's at work.

Really? I understood that he was taking the day off.

- He said that, did he? - He did.

- Mrs Bryce? - He's probably with that trollop!

And that would be...

He spends all his time and money on some fancy woman.

He thinks I don't know but he's ever so clever.

Do you know who she is?

Oh, yes. Lives in Eltring, near the high street.

Peach-coloured curtains. I ask you!

- Thank you. - She can't be more than .

When you find him, tell him he's the fool, not me.

Wow! You didn't tell me it was an exhibition.

Just my life's work.

Come on. There's someone I want you to meet.

Hey! Is that who I think it is?!

- David, thanks for coming. - Hello, Jack.

I'd like to introduce you to a student of mine, Gina Ward.

Gina, this is David Hockney.

- Hiya! - Hello.

My Auntie Jean lives two doors up from your nan in Bradford.

- Is that right? - How's her arthritis?

HE LAUGHS

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sarge, they're here.

Thank you.

Sergeant Miller, this is Sergeant Hedges,

and Assistant Chief Constable Caldicott

is here to observe proceedings. - Sir.

- Shall we go into my office? - I think, under the circumstances,

that the interview room is more appropriate.

Follow me.

We'll see Sergeant Miller alone, thank you.

Well, as local Police Federation rep,

I think I should be allowed to observe proceedings.

Under the circumstances.

Very well.

MUSIC: 'Hubble Bubble Toil and Trouble' by Manfred Mann

♪ Hubble bubble, toil and trouble

♪ Hubble bubble, toil and trouble ♪

I'll deal with this. What do you want?

When we spoke yesterday, you told me you hadn't been on the road

between Eltring and Aidensfield three nights ago.

- That's right. - As you know,

there was a serious accident that night.

- A man has subsequently died. - Yes, I have read the papers.

The day after the accident,

you had a front wing of your car replaced.

After hitting a gate post, you say.

What of it?

We've had the old wing taken away for forensic examination.

I also have to say that Oscar Blaketon,

while he saw you at the start and the end of the function,

doesn't recall seeing you during the course of the evening.

Does anyone else? Someone you were sat with, perhaps?

We may also have to have a word with your... friend here.

See what she was doing that night.

Now, why don't you save us all a lot of time?

Was it so important to catch these poachers?

I thought so at the time, yes.

We'd had a considerable number of complaints.

So you were fired up, then, adrenaline pumping?

I did what I perceived to be my duty.

You admit to travelling along unlit country lanes

at speeds of around miles an hour.

I do, yes.

That's not uncommon when in pursuit of a suspect.

It depends on the circumstances, PC Bellamy.

Given the public interest in this case,

we will have to reconsider our decision

not to suspend you during the investigation.

Are you saying that because of the press or the evidence?

No. I'm saying it for neither reason.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Sarge, can I have a word? - Is it important?

I think so.

We have a confession from the man who ran over Eddie Thomas.

Gina?

Sorry. I was miles away.

- Somewhere nice, I hope. - In another world.

Still, I'm here now.

Glad to be back?

I don't know, really.

When am I going to see you again?

- Next class is Tuesday, isn't it? - You know what I meant.

Look, I might be confused, but I've made one decision.

- What's that? - I want the best of both worlds.

Thanks for a lovely night.

I suspect Tony Bryce won't be queuing up

to buy you another drink, Oscar.

Well, on reflection, that's not a bad thing.

I was already having second thoughts about going into business with him.

He's confessed to everything. Looks like Miller's off the hook.

OSCAR: Ah, well, I'm glad.

It's not nice to see a police officer pilloried in the press.

Even if it is Sergeant Mi...

Speak of the devil.

Walker. Bellamy. I'd like a word.

I think it's about time I bought you two lads a drink.

Mrs Armstrong!

Evening, your lordship. Thought better of rejecting

our generous settlement offer, have you?

Buy us a round and we'll talk about it.

I can assure you, Mrs Armstrong,

there is absolutely nothing to talk about.

Particularly in light of these photographs

taken earlier this morning.

Seem to indicate that a remarkable recovery has taken place.

You're right!

It's a miracle!

I can walk!

LAUGHTER

- How did it go? - It was good, yeah.

Good? I want more than that. How good? Very good?

I think it was very, very good.