16x10 - Give Peace A Chance

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

BOTH: ♪ Call out the instigators

♪ Because there's something in the air

♪ We got to get together sooner or later

♪ Because the revolution's here

♪ And you know it's right

Hang on. Over there.

THUNDERCLAP NEWMAN: ♪ And you know that it's right...

Uh-huh.

♪ We have got to get it together

Let's get closer.

♪ We have got to get it together now... ♪

- WOMAN: So they were right. - Yep.

It doesn't look good.

WOMAN: You're Whitby branch, are you?

MAN: 'Yes. And we most definitely want to be involved.'

Great. Sounds like you're just the man.

- So when should we meet? - 'How about tonight?'

"When approaching a road junction,

what is the correct procedure?"

Oh, er, slow down and change down.

PEGGY: David, I was asking Geoff.

Stop, look and listen.

That's pedestrians, you dope. Give it me.

Right. What does this road sign mean?

Eh. Little clue for you. It's nothing to do with ladies underwear.

CHUCKLING

Two bridges close together.

Dear, oh, dear. When is this test?

Next week. You wouldn't like to take me out for a few driving lessons?

No, I wouldn't.

- Evening. - Hi there. What can I get you?

- Half a bitter, please. - Coming up.

PEGGY: Lovely day. Have you come far?

- Nottingham. - Nottingham. So are you on holiday?

- Just camping. - Oh, lovely.

- PEGGY: Whereabouts? - Up on the moors.

- Near some old airfield. - OSCAR: Oh, aye. Todworth.

That's right. Is it still in use, by the way?

No. Hasn't been used since the w*r.

Oh. Well, there were some people up there today.

Yes, well, they come up and check the fences every now and again.

The RAF.

OSCAR: It's called "mothballing", you know. Keep it tidy.

Thanks.

- OSCAR: There's a lovely lass. - GINA: Now, now, Oscar.

ROB: She certainly is.

Yeah, but unfortunately unavailable.

Ah, as they always are.

Well, it doesn't bother me. I'm not interested any more, am I?

Aw.

- MAN: Where did you hear it from? - London.

Eyes and ears in all the right places.

I can't believe it. The US Air Force here.

Under cover of the RAF, of course, hoping we won't notice.

- Absolutely outrageous. - Happens all the time, Pete.

Look at those bases in Norfolk.

The government never told anyone, just did it by stealth.

They're not going to do it here, not in this neck of the woods.

- Absolutely not. - So, how can I help?

Pla...

Planet Of The Apes is on at the Odeon.

I was wondering if you'd like to go and see it.

- Tomorrow night, I thought. - Hi.

Hello again.

PEGGY CLEARS THROAT

- Oh, this is Fergus, our new vet. - Oh.

He was up at the farm yesterday, delivering a calf.

And this girl was a star.

I'd hire her as my assistant any day.

I can definitely get in all the locals.

The CND, the anti-Vietnam lot, NUM, NUR. Socialist Workers.

And we can bring in Sheffield and Leeds.

- Between us, we could make it huge. - How soon?

- This weekend? - The sooner the better.

- Saturday? - Great.

I could get a few people up there right away.

Get a bit of pre-publicity. Get even more in for the main event.

Excellent.

Will you be here tomorrow evening?

- I might be. - I hope so.

What about the film, Rosie?

Yeah. Night, Geoff.

RINGING TONE

WOMAN ON PHONE: 'Ministry of Defence. Which extension?'

I've had a call from HQ.

It may not mean anything but we'd better take notice.

Possible troublemakers at Todworth Airfield this weekend.

- Todworth? - Some sort of protest.

Word is there's a big demonstration planned.

But there's nothing there. Hasn't been since .

That's as maybe, but our orders are to keep an eye open.

That's what we shall do.

Walker, will you get over there now?

Check they've got adequate security in place?

We've had CND over at Fylingdales a few times.

Never any protests at Todworth. What's all that about, you reckon?

Vietnam?

Vietnam's got nothing to do with Todworth.

Unless the Americans are going to use it.

Hope not. We shouldn't be supporting the w*r in any way, shape or form.

- My dad says... - I don't care what your dad says.

I think it's all wrong.

I'll leave you to your political debate.

The Yanks shouldn't have gone in there in the first place.

Poking their noses around, causing mayhem.

Mm. What do you think, Alf?

I think you should put away your Highway Code

and get out your crime sheets.

MUSIC: 'Fox On The Run' by Manfred Mann

♪ She walked through the corn

♪ Leading down to the river

♪ Her hair shone like gold

♪ In the hot morning sun

♪ She took all the love... ♪

- Not you again. - Can't keep away.

Fill her up, will you?

Want to know the real reason for calling?

- Depends. - To ask you out tonight.

I was going to ask yesterday but I went all shy.

- So, what do you say? - I might be washing my hair.

Do we detect romance in the air, young David?

- DAVID: What's all that, then? - BERNIE: No idea.

Delta Alpha Two-Four to control. Over.

ALF: 'Control receiving. Go ahead, Rob. Over.'

I'm at Todworth, Alf.

Never mind Saturday, looks like things are happening already.

ROB: You'd better tell Sarge I'm going to need some backup.

'Ey, up. He must be keen. Rosemary, your admirer's back.

- Have you seen a snake? - A what?

- A snake. - No.

It was in that box, but when I got to the zoo, it had gone.

Must have got out when I stopped for petrol.

- What sort of snake? - A cobra.

It must have pushed up the lid and escaped through...

Hang on a minute.

Are you telling us that there's a cobra loose in this garage?

At least it's small.

This is just the start, apparently.

There'll be hundreds by Saturday.

That's all we need.

Oh, no.

Er... What exactly is a cobra like, then?

Six foot long and deadly.

How deadly?

One bite and you've had it.

The venom paralyses the muscles. You can't breathe, your heart stops.

And, without treatment, you die.

I'm phoning the police.

MILLER: All right, folks. Move along now.

It is illegal to block a public highway.

Vietnam's illegal, mister, not us.

Dropping bombs on civilians, napalming children, Agent Orange.

For God's sake, Greg.

- He'll see us. - What if he does?

Move along now, please. Now, please.

ROB: Come on, folks, do as he says. It'll save an awful lot of time.

GREG: We don't want to save time.

- We want to stop the base. - Yeah.

ALL CHANT: Stop the base! Stop the base!

ALL CHANT: Stop the base! Stop the base!

CHANTING CONTINUES

Isn't that that girl from the pub?

Holidaymaker, my foot.

Still, pretty though.

All right, open up.

Move aside, please. Let this lorry through.

Come on. Move aside. Move aside and let the lorry through.

- Excuse me, Sergeant Miller. - What is it?

Alf's been on the radio. Apparently there's a snake gone missing.

CHANTING CONTINUES

All right. Off the road. Off the road now, please.

All right, lads, pick 'em up.

You as well, Younger, if you can get your mind off trivia.

MUSIC: 'w*r' by Edwin Starr

♪ What is it good for?

- ♪ Absolutely - ♪ Nothing

♪ Uh-huh

♪ w*r

♪ What is it good for?

- ♪ Absolutely - ♪ Nothing

♪ Say it again, y'all

- ♪ w*r - ♪ Huh, good God

♪ What is it good for?

- ♪ Absolutely - ♪ Nothing

♪ Listen to me

- ♪ w*r - ♪ Huh, good God

♪ What is it good for? ♪

ANGRY SHOUTING

All right, all right. Come on.

Head up. This is brilliant, this. Just right for the local rag.

Just look up, mate. That's it. Head up.

It could be anywhere. Anywhere.

Calm down, Bernie. You've called the police, you've closed the garage

and the vet's over there looking.

- And Rosie and David. - Come on, Bernie.

- Put your feet up there. - Ta.

- Now, how's that? - Right, I'll get you a cup of tea.

Thing is, it's only got to bite you once, Oscar.

He says he'd prefer a whisky.

SHE SIGHS

GINA: Right.

GEOFF: I intend to turn l...

No.

I intend to turn left.

I intend to slow down.

All quiet now, Sarge?

Yes. I've told the guard to ring us if he gets any more trouble.

I hear you nicked one of the protesters, Younger.

Yes, Sergeant.

Well, it was Phil, really. He's just taking her details.

- It's a she, is it? - Yes, Sergeant.

One of these women's libbers, I've no doubt.

PHIL: Date of birth?

March .

Occupation?

- Teacher. - Teacher.

Hello, Dad.

'Ey. You'll never catch a snake like that.

Mr Fergus said it's a tried-and-tested method.

PEGGY: Well, I've never heard of it.

What you do is you sweep it in with your broom...

..stand the drum up, cover it, and bingo.

Bingo, my foot. It won't work.

Peggy, Fergus does know.

PEGGY: Aye, well, so do I.

I've spent a lifetime studying creatures in the wild

and I'm telling you it won't work.

Right. Thanks.

So, Rosie, if we put another one over here...

Not without putting down some bait, it won't,

so you're wasting your time.

Peggy, if you're such an expert, why don't you come and help?

I'd love to, dearie, only, erm,

unfortunately, I've got an urgent appointment.

- What's all this about a snake? - Oh, it's just some old cobra, Rob.

But it'll be miles away by now.

Greased lightning they go like, once they're roused.

- A cobra? - Bye.

Did she say a cobra?

You've got to believe me, Dad. I had no idea this was your patch.

- No? - No.

I thought you were still in York.

That just goes to show how out of touch you are with your own family.

- Not my fault. - I don't know, Jo.

You disappear for two whole years,

then you turn up here under arrest in one of my own prison cells!

OK, if it's so embarrassing for you, why not let me go?

And I'll get out of your life again. Which is what you want, isn't it?

Sarge?

But what on earth were you doing

with a snake in your car in the first place?

I was collecting it from this old boy.

He was going into an old folks' home

and his daughter asked if I'd take it to the zoo.

Right, well, at least we have a previous owner.

Yes, but he's no help. He's completely gaga.

OK.

Well, I'll phone the RSPCA, see if they've got any ideas.

Meanwhile, we'll have to warn the whole village.

I feel such a fool.

What's he doing in there?

It's been a whole hour and not a sound.

He's got to decide if he's going to charge her or not.

Alf, it's his daughter.

Not even Miller could do something like that.

Look, er... I think somebody should go in there,

make sure everything's all right.

- ALF: Go on then. - Not a chance. Geoff?

All right. I'll go. I'm just a civilian.

BERNIE: Gina.

Another? Don't you think you've had enough?

Oh, come on. My nerves are sh*t to pieces.

I've never been any good with snakes,

not since that do with the tapeworm.

All right then. But any more, you'll be falling off that stool.

Go and see if they've found it yet.

Bernie, I can't. I'm on duty.

Go on. Nobody's coming in here, not with a deadly snake on the loose.

SIGHS

All right then.

SNAKE HISSES

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Cuppa? - Thanks.

Er, PC Bellamy would like to know

what you're thinking of doing about your daughter.

- It's all in hand. - Oh. So, erm...

I've called HQ and asked them to send another officer

to deal with the case because I obviously can't.

Is that really necessary?

I mean, can't we just send her home with a ticking-off?

I mean, that's what we normally do in cases like this.

- And she is your daughter. - Precisely.

Which is why I have to play this by the book.

Thanks for the tea, Alf.

Er... aren't you being a little hard on yourself?

If you don't mind my saying so.

I mean, life's a funny old thing, as Mrs Ventress and I often remark.

I mean, what a situation.

Yes.

My little Jo. The apple of my eye.

She was the first one in our family to go to university, you know?

- I was so proud. - Oh, I can imagine.

Then everything started to go wrong.

She got in with the wrong crowd.

That fella Greg, her so-called partner.

Ban the b*mb, Workers Revolutionary Party, all that nonsense.

She gave everything up.

Dropping out of the rat race, she said.

No job. Nothing.

Well, I told her straight. I had to.

I said I didn't like her opinions nor the company she kept.

There was a big row. She walked out.

We haven't seen her since.

Not even at Christmas.

Can't you look at her coming here as a sort of blessing in disguise?

An opportunity to mend fences.

Tell that to her, Alf, not me. She was the one who cut herself off.

You actually saw it, did you, Bernie?

- Yeah. - Are you quite sure?

Yes! Going through the door. It was huge. Horrible.

What about Mrs Armstrong?

Isn't she supposed to be good at this sort of thing?

- Urgent appointment. - So she says.

You do surprise me.

He could have imagined it, Rob. He has had an awful lot to drink.

All the same, we still have to go on looking.

PHIL: Rob? I'll take over from here.

Miller wants you back at the station. About this.

Right, we've got two people facing possible charges.

Yes.

Your daughter, for assaulting a police officer,

and PC Walker for assaulting Gregory Parsons.

- My daughter's boyfriend. - Can I see, please?

MILLER: Walker's claiming that he acted in self-defence.

So, I gather, is your daughter. Two versions of events.

Either way, someone that I care about will be in trouble.

I'm really sorry.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sarge, I need to talk to you about this.

You do indeed, Rob. But to me, not him.

It's all right, Walker. DS Dawson's dealing with it.

I'd better make a start.

- Can I use the interview room? - Of course.

MUSIC: 'Needle In A Haystack' by The Velvelettes

- ♪ Well, well, I once believed - ♪ Doo-da-lang, doo-da-lang

- ♪ All fellas were nice - ♪ Doo-da-lang, doo-da-lang

♪ Girls, you'd better get yourselves on the right track

♪ Cos finding a good man, girls

- ♪ Is like finding a - ♪ Needle in a haystack

- ♪ What did I say, girls? - ♪ Needle in a haystack... ♪

So, according to PC Bellamy's report, as the truck moved forward,

the demonstration stopped being peaceful.

He stopped us making a legitimate protest.

We were perfectly peaceful.

I see. If it was all so perfectly peaceful,

why have you been arrested for assaulting one of my officers?

Because one of your officers att*cked us. He were going mad.

He hit me really hard.

Here, look.

JO: And then he started on Greg.

- With his truncheon? - Yeah. Hitting him on the head.

- How many times? - I don't know. I wasn't counting.

Look, none of this matters.

What matters is Vietnam, stopping our government from...

Thank you, Miss Miller. I don't want a political lecture.

I'm sure you don't. People like you who let wars happen.

That's enough!

Would you say this was an accurate picture of what you saw?

What happened?

Police station's just around the corner.

- Aren't you coming? - It's better if it's just you.

Concerned boyfriend come to find his girl and all that.

Like I said, Greg, I'm local.

It'd spoil everything if I get known by the fuzz.

OK.

But if they arrested her, won't they arrest me?

With that picture in the paper? They wouldn't dare.

Especially if you ask for the complaints form.

I suppose so. Probably offer to let Jo go just to get rid of me.

That is the whole object of the exercise, to get Jo out.

So good luck.

- Don't forget, keep me out of it. - I will.

What if they ask about this?

It's the last thing they're gonna mention.

- So you admit you hit him? - Yeah.

Why?

Because he was coming at me with an iron bar.

I can't see an iron bar.

It must be down here in his hand, out of sight of the camera.

Right, so when you saw this iron bar,

which doesn't seem to be on the photo,

you hit him with your truncheon. - Yeah.

- How many times? - Once.

Some blow, PC Walker, to do this amount of damage.

Maybe more than once. I don't know. It all happened so fast.

You could have hit him more than once but you can't be sure.

- Is that what you're saying? - I suppose so.

- Did you hit anyone else? - No.

Miller's daughter says you hit her.

- What? - She's got bruises to prove it.

I didn't hit anyone else, Rachel. If she's saying...

Let's stick to Detective Sergeant Dawson, shall we?

Just to make the position absolutely clear.

You lost your temper when the crowd surged forward and you lashed out,

hitting Greg Parsons several times and also his girlfriend.

- Is that what happened? - No.

You'd better start telling me the truth, PC Walker.

I will find out sooner or later. I've got plenty of witness.

Just give me the ruddy complaint form.

Complaint form for what?

This, you idiot. What do you think? Police brutality.

Look, mate, I think you'd better keep quiet.

I was there and I know what happened.

- OK, Phil. Calm down. - So what about this then? Hm?

Photos don't lie, do they?

- Excuse me. You are? - Greg Parsons.

And I want to know what's happened to my girlfriend.

That's him. The copper that att*cked me.

He's lying, Sarge.

- You? How dare you?! - RACHEL: All right.

How dare you show your face in my station?!

RACHEL: That's enough, you two, and you, Sarge.

I'll deal with this, if you don't mind.

Now, Mr Parsons, you wish to make a formal complaint, do you?

Yes, I do.

Alf... would you find the forms?

Come through to the interview room.

- Sorry? - If you want to make a complaint,

I'm going to have to hear your story. This way.

♪ Is like finding a needle in a haystack

♪ What did I say, girls?

- ♪ Needle in a haystack - ♪ I say you'd better take heed

- ♪ Needle in a haystack - ♪ Listen to me... ♪

Perhaps Peggy was right.

Perhaps it really is miles away by now.

- Not if Bernie saw it in the pub. - IF he saw it.

I mean, we've looked everywhere.

If the RSPCA can't get here till tomorrow,

I really don't know what else to do.

SIGHS

Maybe we could go and see the old owner.

I'm telling you, he's completely gaga.

- Well, surely it's worth a try. - You haven't seen him.

This is bad for Rob, you know, Gina. Really bad.

If this is proved, he could go down for GBH.

That's not going to do his career much good, is it?

- Have you found it? - Oh, no. Come in and have a drink.

Oh, better not, lovey.

You see, I've got our David in the truck and he's...

You know, he's a bit anxious about the snake and everything.

- GINA: Oh, that's a shame. - In't it just?

I mean, if it weren't for him, I'd be in like a sh*t,

but you know how he worries.

I'd best get him home.

I don't think Mrs Armstrong's quite as ease with snakes

as she makes out.

Come on, David, let's go.

- We were going to stay and help. - They didn't need us.

Gina said they did.

She's changed her mind, hasn't she?

Anyway, it's better not to take risks, not with snakes.

Twenty or of us, I suppose, just sitting in the road and...

Alf had one on his desk.

Thank you, Younger, that's most helpful.

Carry on, Mr Parsons. Sitting in the road and?

The truck started to move and we stayed put and...

You can see what happened next.

An unprovoked att*ck on a peaceful group

exercising its democratic right to demonstrate.

It's amazing how much more you can see with one of these.

What's this, Mr Parsons?

- In your hand here. - I don't know.

You don't know?

A stick, I suppose. I must have picked it up to defend myself.

Or is it an iron railing?

Er... It could be.

Come on, Mr Parsons. Have a look. It is, isn't it?

There's the point, look.

So where did it come from?

Don't tell me you found it up there, cos I wouldn't believe you.

Did you bring it with you?

Did you come to the demonstration armed, intending to make trouble?

- No. - Hoping to inflame the situation?

- Get in the papers? - I'm not going on.

I came here to make a complaint, not be interrogated.

- I'm the ruddy victim, remember? - Sit down!

OK, you're the victim. Let's talk about that, shall we?

Specifically, about these injuries.

I mean, you've got about a gallon of blood coming from your head.

- Did you have stitches? - Yes.

- Where did you go, hospital? - Yes.

- Which hospital? - What?

- You heard. - I...

You can't remember?

I think if we took off that plaster, we'd see there's nothing there.

Am I right?

We can always check with the hospitals in the area.

Oh, dear, Mr Parsons. What a fool you are.

- DAVID: Elsinby? - PEGGY: Yes, David.

I thought we'd try a different pub for a change.

One without snakes.

Oh.

Ow!

SHE SHRIEKS HYSTERICALLY

Oh, my leg!

SHE SHRIEKS

- Let me out! - Come on! Come on!

SHE SCREAMS

You say the picture in the paper was a fake?

- Parsons admitted it, apparently. - Yes, and guess what?

The blood was pig's blood. From the butchers.

You can buy it to spread on your garden.

Pig's blood?

That means they must have bought it and brought it to the demonstration.

Oh, Alf. This beggars belief.

And Mr Parsons is saying it wasn't his idea.

But he won't say whose idea it was,

so Sergeant Dawson's going to have another word with your daughter.

Jo? She couldn't have done a thing like that... surely.

She's asking to see you.

Go on, Sarge.

- I'm going to die! - David, which leg?! Quick!

- This one. - Where?

- I feel awful. There. - Right.

DAVID: Oh, no, there's fang marks.

The first thing I'm going to do is... is tie a tourniquet.

And you have to stay as quiet as you can and still

to stop the poison spreading.

- Here we are. - DAVID: No, I need a doctor.

PEGGY: I know. I'm going to get you to the hospital in a jiffy.

But we can't go in the truck because the snake is still in there.

- I don't want to die. - You're not going to die

because I'm going to stop the next car... that comes... along.

I can't believe what I'm hearing, Jo.

I mean, attacking PC Walker was bad enough,

but this, faking injuries, lying.

You think it was me?

- Well, that's what Greg's implying. - What, blaming me?

Well, he's blaming someone. I imagine he meant you.

Help me, Dad. Please.

MUSIC: 'Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall' by Simon and Garfunkel

♪ Through the corridors of sleep, past shadows dark and deep... ♪

Hello, Mr Carter.

'Ey?

I picked up your snake this morning from your daughter.

I'm the vet. Did she tell you about it?

You'll have to speak up.

Your snake!

You're not going to move me again, are you?

Oh, no, no. We've come to ask you about your snake, Mr Carter.

I've just got here.

I don't to be moved again.

- Let's try with this. - 'Ey!

That's... that's mine.

You have to watch it in this place, you know.

Oh, the nurses, they'll take anything.

DAVID: Aunt Peggy!

- Yes, David. - Will you feel my heart?

- Is it stopping? - Oh, David, I don't know.

HE WHIMPERS TEARFULLY

I feel all faint now.

Right. We're going to go in the truck.

No. No, the snake will bite me again.

I'm going to put you in the back. You'll be all right.

Now then. Come on, David. Up you get. Come on.

That's it.

- What about you? - Me?

SHE SCOFFS

I'm not scared of some rotten old snake.

Come on, Peggy. Be brave.

SNAKE HISSES

Now, you, you... you keep calm.

You've already bitten somebody today.

Now, I'm going to start this e-e-engine.

- ENGINE TURNS OVER - All right?

Right, now... No, just, just, just... just you keep calm.

You'll be all right. You'll be all right.

SHE WHIMPERS

PEGGY: It's all right, it's all right. Yes, it's... it's all right.

SHE SINGS NERVOUSLY

Come in, Sergeant.

I wonder if you could tell me who took these photographs, sir.

Couple of freelance chaps from York. Why?

I need that roll of film.

You need that roll of film. Good gracious.

You're surely not asking me to hand over our photographs, are you?

I know it's not normal practice, sir, but it is important.

I need to find out a sequence of events.

I'm sorry, Sergeant Miller. No can do.

Your newspaper has accused one of my officers of a very serious offence.

Exactly. It's called investigative journalism.

It's part of my job.

I really can't help you.

Not even if I were to tell you that this photograph is faked?

You know, nurse, you remind me of Betty.

Poor little Betty.

I sawed her in half, you know.

- ROSIE: Why was that, Mr Carter? - Oh, yes. Yes. Twice nightly.

Scarborough. Bridlington. Redcar. Oh!

All up and down. All the theatres. All the piers.

She was my assistant, you know.

Were you a magician, Mr Carter? Is that it?

Be patient. We'll get there.

CARTER: The Great Fernando.

HE CHUCKLES

That was my name.

Wow. And is that why you had the snake?

- Eh? - The snake.

Oh, yes.

The snakes, yes.

Betty used to have it wound all over around, you know.

Up her arm, round her neck.

I had one quite recent.

- ROSIE: Really? - Yes.

I might still have got it...

No, Mr Carter. You gave that one to Fergus.

- Did I? - It's escaped, Mr Carter.

Do you have any idea how we might catch it?

PEGGY: Help me! Someone!

Somebody help me! David's dying!

Careful. Keep your leg up. Try and relax, David.

Keep talking, David. Don't leave us.

GINA: The hospital are tracking down an antidote.

They said get him in straightaway.

BERNIE: You'll be all right, lad. You'll be all right.

- What's happened? - Stay back, Rosie.

- He's been bitten. - Deefer?

No, your ruddy snake.

And if we don't get him to hospital quickly, he's going to die.

What?

I don't quite know how to say this...

It's not poisonous.

- What?! - We've just been to see the owner.

It's had its poison sacs cut out.

- It can bite but there's no venom. - ROSIE: It's completely harmless.

David! You great wassock!

- Well, I didn't know! - Hang on. There it is. Come on.

- Where did you get these? - The Gazette.

Now, look at the sequence of events. Look at Parsons.

There, before Walker even got his truncheon out.

Right.

And there again, before Rob did anything.

Now look at this.

RACHEL: She's being deliberately hit by another protester. Why's that?

Ask him. His name is Peter Grimshaw.

Now wait. My daughter was telling the truth.

She was att*cked and she was acting in self-defence.

Is there a chance we might release her pending further enquiries?

I'll do better than that.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe that wretched thing is back in the garage.

Why did you not let it loose on the moor?

Because I thought I was dying, that's why.

Oh, quick! There it is!

Well now, young fella.

You may be a vet but you don't know anything about catching snakes.

Here. Let me give you a little lesson.

SNAKE HISSES

Easy!

GINA: Well done, Peg.

- Are they letting us go? - Just me.

- Why is Pete hitting me? - Er... I don't know.

And why have you got this railing? What was going on?

I can't talk about it here.

He said the police had to be exposed by fair means or foul.

- Pete did? - Yes.

I see. Like provoking me into getting myself arrested?

Like covering yourself with pig's blood and accusing some poor copper?

The ends justified the means, he said.

You have betrayed everything I thought we believed in.

It was Pete, not me.

Jo.

Where can I find PC Walker?

Come on, cheer up. I'm sure you'll be cleared.

ROB: Yeah, you reckon?

On me, boys.

And, last but not least, for you, Mrs Armstrong.

Snake-catcher extraordinaire.

Ah, well. Well, I were brought up to it, you see.

I mean, book learning's all very well but in my case it's...

It's in the blood.

- To Mrs Armstrong. - Aunt Peggy,

who was very brave when I was bitten

and had to get in the cab with the snake.

I've come to apologise.

Don't tell me no-one's told you.

About what?

We're off the hook. You and me both.

- Thanks to my dad. - Wha...?

Do you want a drink?

RACHEL: OK, we'll come back in the morning.

I'll make a call to HQ, see what they've got on him.

And then I need to find Rob, put him out of his misery.

Sergeant Dawson, if you're going to Aidensfield,

could I have a lift, please?

I'm taking Rosie to Planet Of The Apes.

That's nice, Geoff.

Peter Grimshaw!

These, sir. There are what we need to talk about.

- Nothing to do with me. - I think they are, Mr Grimshaw.

- They're everything to do with you. - I'm sorry?

You want me to spell it out? OK.

You provoked Miss Miller into attacking PC Walker.

You gave Mr Parsons an iron railing

in order to provoke Constable Walker into drawing his truncheon.

You staged first this photo, then this one.

You made sure the story got into the evening paper. How's that?

Can I have a word in private?

Yes?

I must ask you not to proceed any further, Sergeant Dawson.

I beg your pardon?

Orders from above, I'm afraid. Ministry of Defence.

- Decided yet? - Decided what?

Whether it's hair-wash night or not.

The alternative being a night out with me.

I'm, er, I'm still thinking.

Come on, Rosie. Be nice.

- You know how I feel about you. - Do I?

Oh, 'ey up, Rosie. Sorry, I...

Oh. Wha... I thought we...

Oh.

- Sorry. - ROSIE: Geoff?

Geoff.

What was that all about?

- Come here. - No, but what about...

- Hi there. - Hiya.

Jo's just been telling me the good news.

Good.

I'll be off. Maybe we'll meet again in more pleasant circumstances.

Maybe.

- Drink? - Yeah.

MILLER: Jo?

This bloke Peter Grimshaw works for the Ministry of Defence?

Something like that, yeah. The government.

- Doing what? - Infiltrating anti-w*r groups.

Finding out things to discredit them.

So he actually wanted us to find the fake.

That's right. Encouraged Greg Parsons,

who, let's face it, is a bit of a sucker,

to walk into a police station and get found out.

I did wonder at the time why he'd done such a stupid thing.

So Grimshaw didn't want to discredit us at all.

No, just the protesters.

What about Saturday? The big demo.

Are we going to let him get away with it again?

- No, because it's off. - Off?

The whole thing's off. Todworth's off as an American base.

It's not going to happen. They're going to expand in Norfolk.

- So that's that, then. - Looks like it.

Except it isn't for me, is it?

I've still got my picture in the paper,

looking like a total thug.

Not for long.

Paper's publishing a complete retraction, thanks to Miller.

You know, you've got a good ally there, Rob. He really values you.

- I know. - As do we all.

What's that supposed to be? An apology?

I'm sorry about today, Rob. Having to interview you and everything.

- It wasn't exactly ideal, was it? - No... not really.

You know, I sometimes think...

Yes?

I mean, we never actually ended it, did we?

Well, it wouldn't work, though, would it?

Probably not.

We've missed you.

And I wanted to apologise for my part in our fall out.

I was too strict.

I thought if I showed my disapproval,

then you'd change your ways.

But it doesn't work like that, does it?

No.

I did finish my degree in the end, Dad.

- You did? - And I'm teaching.

Like I always said I would.

- You should have trusted me. - Perhaps I should.

I've been a fool, Jo.

If I'd thought back to my own youth, I'd have understood you better.

Yeah?

I wanted to change the world too, you know.

I was on the Jarrow March. I was passionate.

And my dad could no more change my mind than I could yours.

We're too alike, Dad. That's our problem.

I don't want there to be a problem any more, Jo. I'm sick of it.

Look, love, I may not agree with your views, but I respect them.

And, if it'll help, I'll shake Greg by the hand.

Not necessary. I won't be seeing him again.

Oh, come on. You've had a disagreement.

- It'll blow over. - No.

He was weak, like you always said. Weak and easily led.

I've seen it for myself now and...

Well, it hurts but I know there's no future in it.

I can't love a weak man.

Which is why I love my old dad so much.

Come here.

Now, if you were to wear a nice pretty frock

instead of those scruffy jeans, you'd be quite something.

Dad, you are just so old-fashioned.

Excuse me, Sergeant Miller. You couldn't give me a lift, could you?

Only I think I've missed the bus.