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

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

So that leaves you 41.

Allman's right, boys. Allman's right.

Come on, Steve. You can do it.

Take your time, OK?

Double 19 and the match is ours.

Go on, Mr Craig.

It was a close fight, but we won.

Fair and square.

Hey, come on, Gina, get the sandwiches.

I'll get the beer.

Just

you

know.

And I... Hey, all right?

We'll buy and buy.

A little kiss for Danny, eh?

Keep it down.

What's going on?

There's a rat in the kitchen.

A rat? Yes, a rat.

Look out, Angel!

The last thing you want is publicity.

I'll have to tell the pest control officer. Look, if you tell the council,

they'll close you down soon as they look at you.

Just don't say a word to anyone.

Just leave it all to me.

Just going to buy us a nice pie for our dinner.

Won't be a minute. You stay here and look after Dolly, eh?

How's it going back there?

Oh, nightmare. I tell you what, I'm not going in that kitchen till Vernon's

caught it. Now, don't blame you.

I'll be here.

Hello?

Hello?

Angel?

Angel?

Excuse me, have you seen the little girl, the little girl with the doll?

Where was she?

In my car. I only left her for two minutes.

Angel!

Angel!

Angel!

Phil!

Phil, there's a child gone missing.

This gentleman here.

It's my daughter. She was in the car.

I said I'd only be a minute.

When I got back, she just... How old is she, sir?

Six. Blonde hair, red coat, carrying a dog. How long ago did you leave her?

minutes. I was only in the pie shop.

Right, well, she can't have got far in five minutes. Look, why don't you look

that side of the street, sir, and I'll have a look down here. Jenny, can you

wait here by the car? Sir, what's she called?

Angel. Angel.

Yeah, they go in there, and then the door slams shut, and Bob's your uncle.

And you catch him live?

Yeah, and I don't want to see them, Vernon, alive or dead.

You won't.

David will dispose of them elsewhere, won't you, David?

David!

OK, where have you looked?

As far as the bus station, Mr Jarvis went right up to the railway bridge.

Shots at him back everywhere.

Where is she? Mr. Jarvis only left her for a couple of minutes, I'm sure. Left

her?

Left her where?

In the car, only while I... You fool, you idiot!

Mary Jarvis. Sarge, Charles' mother. Mr. Jarvis, I know this is very upsetting,

but try not to panic.

I'm sure your daughter is quite safe.

She probably just tried to follow her dad and got a bit lost.

She's only six.

I understand.

Bellamy.

You collected her from home, did you?

Yes, sir. It's 12 Bridgestone.

She's everywhere.

Cellars, lofts, cupboards.

Yes, sir. Only missing kids often find their own way home and then hide,

thinking they'll be in trouble.

I know that, Sarge, but... No, sir.

I gather Mr and Mrs Jarvis are separated, are they? Yes, Sarge.

Anyone else on the scene?

Well, she has got a new boyfriend. He works at the salon as well.

Do you want me to go and collect him?

Not yet.

Most likely thing is she just got out of the car and wandered away.

Unless someone's taken her.

That's not good. I'm not good just yet.

All we need now is a systematic search.

I'll radio Whippy and get some more men.

Hey, Mr. Jarvis.

Good luck to come with me.

Sergeant Murray would like a... Where's Mr. Jarvis?

Okay,

you carry on. I'll go down the next door.

Rushing through the busy town. Where do they go? Moving on their way. Walking

down the highway.

The highway.

Where do they go? Moving on their way. A people with a job.

So, the arrow points to the spot on Market Street where the child went

And the circle represents the boundary of how far we think she would have got

she was on foot.

Ah.

Sad. This is a child here, lads. Take a good look.

Thank you, Ventress. The Gazette are running it in this evening's edition.

And I've radioed to all stations their description.

Excellent. All right, men. Section off the map into search areas.

Two men to each area.

Let's get cracking.

There you go.

Any news?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

We've checked with your mother and she's not there. She's not with this list of

school chums either.

And you say you've no friends or relations in Ashfordly at all?

Not since my marriage broke up.

We've checked his dick, Sarge. She couldn't be there.

Because thanks to her, this is the first time I've been allowed to take her out

into. Look what's happened now. You've got your way.

You lost her.

Jenny for you, Sarge. In the duty room.

She in there?

Just a minute, sir. Dennis, it's Sam Turner -Marie's boyfriend.

She asked me to fetch him.

He loves her.

Enough!

Put him in the interview room.

Take a seat, please, will you?

That's for the police station.

What did you do that for?

She was desperate.

So you took it upon yourself to fetch him without asking me?

Yes. Did it never cross your mind that bringing him here with Jarvis might not

be such a good idea?

I knew about him. I was going to bring him in at a moment of my own choosing.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to help.

Sarge.

Look, it's a... Please, don't.

That was the underwater search unit.

They're doing the lakes and the ponds this afternoon if we don't find her.

Right.

Quite frankly, I don't think we're going to find her.

Not there.

You don't think?

I don't know.

But I'm pretty sure if she'd just wandered off, we'd have found her by

I've got a nasty feeling about this one, Ventress.

Mr Ventress will take you home now, OK?

But I should be out looking.

You need to be at home with your daughter, Mrs Jarvis.

The first thing she'll want to see when we find her is her mother.

Exactly. She's bound to be a bit upset.

I can't believe this is happening.

How long is it since you and your husband separated, by the way?

A year.

And this is the first time he's taken her out. It seems like a long time.

It's not long enough.

I didn't want him to see her at all.

He's a very bitter man, Sergeant Merton.

You know, he took me to court.

Solicitors, the lot.

And now he's got his precious access. Look what's happened.

The very first time he has her.

I'll never forgive him.

Never.

Please, Sergeant, I've got to find her.

We're all trying to do that, sir, which is why I need as much information as you

can give us. I'm sorry, I need to be out looking.

Mr Jarvis!

Please.

We've established that you have no relations in Ashfordly.

What about elsewhere?

She doesn't know my relatives.

Not even a grandparent?

Look, she hasn't seen me for a whole year, let alone my family.

So there's no one, a friend or a relation, who might have seen her in the

and taken her off with them?

I don't think someone's taken her, do you?

It's a possibility, that's all.

Get your paper here.

Get your paper here.

Get your paper here.

So you work at the Asfordly sawmill, and for the past year you've lived at 12

Bridge Street with Mrs Jarvis.

And, of course, young Angel.

You get on, do you? You and Angel?

Yeah. Only sometimes these things can be difficult.

The only difficult thing's been him.

Keith.

Ah.

Ah, he's pretty resentful, I imagine.

You taking his place in a family home.

Must be hard for him to accept.

I try not to get involved.

Mr. Tunner, have you any idea where Angel is?

No.

Anything?

No. Wait till the morning. Trust me, you'll see.

I'm an expert on vermin control.

Well, I hope you don't have any news on Jen.

No, nothing. She's spent the night with her mother, apparently.

She's really got herself involved, hasn't she?

Everyone has.

The council police leave, and they've had to draft in men from Whitby and

Pickering.

Well, those poor parents must be going through.

Terrible.

Any chance of a pint of an orange juice, please, Gina?

Oh, and steak and chips twice, please.

Sorry, you'll have to ask Oscar.

Oscar?

Oi. She's boycotting the kitchen.

Because of the rats.

Shut up, baby.

It's Jenny for you. She's at Marie Jarvis' house. Sounds like she's in a

a flap.

Everyone's out there.

The police, Sam and his friends, Keith.

They'll find her.

Yeah.

But I just keep thinking about the railway line and the river and

Don't torture yourself.

Why don't I put the kettle on?

Yeah?

Hello? Any news?

I'm afraid not.

Why's she here?

I just came by to see if there was anything to order. I said not to call

Listen, Marie, sometimes a mild sedative can help. I don't want pills.

I'm sorry, Dr. Merrick. If you've got no news about Angel, can you just go,

please?

Look,

it's nearly midnight.

Why don't you go home and try and get some rest?

Cup of tea?

Aye. Then I'll go out again.

There we are, you see.

One, two, three.

All right, David.

Take him away.

David? So, that's it, is it?

Yes, there won't be any more.

They're pack animals. Once one goes in the cage, the rest will follow.

And we won't need it back tonight, then?

No, job done.

Right, well,

do I owe you anything?

Oh, good Lord, no.

The very idea.

Hang on.

I know how you like your whiskey.

Oscar, this was done as a friend. Yeah, with my thanks.

Well. If you insist.

Gina, you can resume your kitchen duties now.

Oh, really?

Oh, thanks very much. It's very kind of you.

Morning, Sarge. Quite a few calls overnight.

One that I thought might be interesting.

Ah, Sarge, here's one from Mrs Wilson, who thinks she saw a child being led

from Market Street at around ten o 'clock yesterday morning. That caught

Woodside Avenue. I'll go and see her now. Here we go.

Charles Shoe found by the road.

Caller didn't give his name, but he told us where to look.

All right, why don't you follow that one up, and I'll go and speak to Mrs

Wilson.

Sarge, Mr Jarvis wants to know if there's anything he can do to help.

I, um, I can't do nothing.

All right, Crane, why don't you take him with you, and Bellamy too.

At least Mr Jarvis might be able to identify that shoe, if he exists.

What shoe?

David!

What did you leave him in there for?

I thought you were going to dispose of them.

Oh, yeah, I'm going to. I'm just going to do this first.

Sunshine, I do not want rats in the funeral parlour. Get rid of them now.

I didn't even know about the missing child, not until I saw the picture in

Gazette. But you think this is definitely her?

Yes.

So you were returning home from shopping?

Yes, and I cut through behind Market Street and that's when I saw her.

Long blonde hair, just like in the paper, red coat, holding hands with a

woman. And this woman, can you describe her?

Youngish, blondish.

I was looking at the child mainly being such a pretty little thing.

I think he looked a little bit like our Irene.

And did you see which way they went?

I can't remember. I only glanced at them.

How did the child seem to you? Was she happy or upset or...? Happy as anything,

chatting away.

Just assumed they were mother and daughter.

Oh, no.

Don't touch, sir.

Just say if it could be hers.

What's she doing here?

Bag it.

Phil?

Oh, no.

Mr Jarvis, I wouldn't, sir.

Can't be treacherous.

That way's a peabog.

Steve, you see what I see?

Sawdust.

You don't think it's a boyfriend, do you?

So dust.

Forensics think they might be able to tell whether it came from Ashley

All right.

Let's bring in Sam Tunner.

Sarge. Hi, Sarge.

And also the mother.

The mother, Sarge?

Our only witness saw the child being led away by a youngish, fair -haired woman

whom the child obviously knew. Who does that suggest to you?

Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense.

I mean...

Why would she abduct her own child?

And the shoes and the doll?

I don't think anything at the moment. Just let's talk to them and we'll see

where we get.

I don't like this.

Me neither.

I mean, it's a pretty big leap, isn't it?

You saw the state she was in.

Come on.

Say what?

If she's anything to do with this, she's an absolutely brilliant actress.

I've just persuaded her to lie down for a bit. Any news?

What?

Sarge wants us to bring Marie and Sam in for questioning.

What?

Excuse me.

Can I help you at all?

Mr. Blater.

Who wants to know?

I'll come about your ass.

I can't believe it could be that heartless, Liz. My own husband.

Jenny, calm down.

There must be a reason.

Nobody can tell me they've got anything to do with this nobody, not even Dennis.

Look, we don't have the facts, do we? Now, presumably Dennis found out

pretty serious. Not about Marie or Sam.

OK, statistically, nine times out of ten, when a child disappears, someone...

don't care about statistics, Liz.

I'm sorry.

You've got to manage without me today. I need to be with Marie.

Jenny, you're becoming poo involved.

What's going on?

Someone reported our rats to the council.

Who? I reckon it was that bloke that lost at darts.

The one who accused us of cheating?

Apparently Vernon and I are planning to feed rat droppings to the general

public. Oh, Nicky so -and -so.

Excuse me, mister.

Do you find anything down there? We've caught them all.

You are?

I'm Gina Ward, the licensee.

Well, madam, I'm sorry to say these premises are a public health risk.

I'm afraid I've no alternative but to close this kitchen down.

What?

Look here, I gave my details to the police in confidence.

I do hope you're not from the newspapers.

No. I'm Sergeant Merton's wife.

Look, I've been hoping to look after the missing girl's mother.

I see.

And she's just in a terrible state. If you saw how you'd want to help, I know

you would, and I just... I'm sorry, I've already told the police everything I

know. But you're the last person to have seen her since she disappeared, Mrs

Wilson. Absolutely the last person.

Please.

Just let me take you through it once more.

The day Angel vanished, you started work at the sawmills at 7 .30am.

Ah. At 10 a .m., you took a break and went off -site.

Oh. Why?

To get some breakfast.

Look, why are we wasting time on stupid questions?

Because, Mr. Tunnel, we found her shoes and a doll.

And guess what?

They're covered in sawdust.

Sawdust from the Ashfordly sawmill.

What?

She says she's got some information for you.

Ferdinand's adventurous on a critical stage here.

Whatever it is, she can tell you.

Yes.

Ah, Jenny.

He's in the middle of an interview.

And he said if you could tell me what the information is, then I can pass it

later. In other words, you won't see me.

Well... Thanks.

Oh, Jenny.

Mr Scripps?

Yes, David.

Will you do it?

What?

Get rid of the rats.

No.

Oh.

Well, it's a harder act to do it.

Neither do I.

Bernie!

Oh, for goodness sake, just do what the old rat catchers used to do. Stick the

cage in the water, but... I need your help and it's very urgent. I'm looking

the owner of a green van.

Sorry. Look, it's about the missing girl. I've been to see a witness and she

thinks she remembers her getting into a green van.

Jenny, this is something for your husband, not for me.

Yes, I know, but he's so busy, Bernie. I mean, you see cars and vans all the

time. I just thought... Green vans all over the shop. I need to know the make.

I don't know the make.

Oh, just think, Bernie.

Look, I've answered every garage. You are my last chance.

There was a dog in the back, if that helps. A white dog.

Oh, is that...

Nasty dog that bit me by the pumps last week. Well, that was white in a van. Was

it green?

No, it was white.

It was a terrier. The van.

Well, that was Harry Dixon, wasn't it?

That's right, yeah. It was Mr Dixon. It wasn't a van. It was a traveller.

But it was green, yeah. It was a green Morris traveller.

Look.

There's more droppings at the back here.

And they're fresh ones.

Well, don't look at me, Oscar.

I got rid of three of them.

Well, you said the job was done. So much for you being a vermin expert.

Well, if you're going to be unpleasant.

Oscar?

Oh, I'm sorry, Vernon. I need a private word. Do you mind?

Oh, not at all. Glad to be out of it.

It's about the little girl.

I found an address where she might be and I thought as you and Alf do private

eye work, you could help me check it out. I'm sorry, Jenny, your husband's

dealing with it. But he's getting it all wrong.

He's arrested a mother and we are wasting vital time. I'm sorry. Is that

went to the station and saw Sergeant Mertner? Yes, but I found out a whole

more since then.

She's been kidnapped, Alf. A witness that actually saw her being put into the

back of a Morris Minor Traveller and David and Bernie knows whose it is.

tell your other half. I have.

Look. I spoke to him over the phone and he's asked me to check it out.

Check it out? The address that David gave me.

But it's way out on the moors. It would be foolish of me to go on my own, so...

Please, do this one thing for me.

Well, let me see where it is.

I still don't know why you said yes to her.

Because she wouldn't take no for an answer, that's why.

Well, I'm doing nothing. I'm just looking.

The rest is up to Merton.

Why? Lord knows what he's up to. Telling his wife to take a statement.

From a witness, the mind boggles. I don't believe he did. I think she was

Well, I do worry about her sometimes.

Very highly strong, I'd say.

There it is now.

There's no sign of a green traveller.

forward a bit.

You pretended that Dan had told you to.

Yeah, all right, but it was a white lie.

What are you looking me like that for? You can't take the law into your own

hands, Jenny, especially not with something as serious as this. I had to.

Dennis wouldn't even see me.

Ring him.

Ring him and tell him what you've done, otherwise I will.

Here you go.

Biscuit? No, thanks.

Do it yourself.

You hear any of those rats?

Yeah.

What's all this, then?

Sorry about that. I was... I was famished.

Put old Bagget in here this morning.

Hmm.

There it is.

Parked on the right.

And a white dog.

Right. Let's go and tell Merton.

Hold on.

There. Upstairs.

That large window on the right.

Sweet little dog.

I'd like one, wouldn't I?

Well, I'm afraid my car's broken down. Do you think I could use your telephone?

Sorry. There's a phone box up the road.

A little more, we're done.

Mr. Jarvis?

You're right, Oscar.

Give us that.

Did you

see

him? What?

A green traveller. Mr Jarvis.

Catch us up.

Child is the child. What's he talking about?

I don't like this Oscar.

He just collapsed.

It could be his heart.

I'll get an ambulance.

No, I'll do that. You get after Jarvis.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Let's just get you covered.

Right.

There you are. You're going to be all right.

You'll be as right as rain.

Phil's going to get an ambulance.

Yeah, I think it might be a heart attack.

He's in a bad way anyway, so step on it.

Keep going. Don't give up.

Nature still can't do without you.

Mr Jarvis!

We can't get any further.

Now come on.

Off the bridge.

Mr Jarvis!

Please.

There's no need for your daughter to be involved.

Why don't you hand her to me?

And we can talk.

Would you like me to peck someone?

What about a friend?

What about the woman that took Angel?

Who is she, by the way?

Girlfriend?

No?

Okay.

So, you had her all along, eh?

At the farm?

You certainly had us fooled.

But I can't understand his why, Keith.

He wanted Angel for yourself.

And the only way to keep her was to hide her.

And make it look as if she'd died.

That way we'd stop looking for her.

I mean, you must have planted her shoes.

And the doll.

And by putting sawdust on her things, you knew that Sam would get the blame.

I'm on the right lines, Keith.

No, I can't be.

No one would let her mother think her child was dead.

Not unless you'd plan to tell her later.

When you got somewhere safe... She's my sister.

She's done nothing wrong.

I want everyone to know that.

The woman who took Angel?

I told her a pack of lies.

She's not to blame.

Okay.

Well, that's something we can talk about later. Taking Angel to Spain.

Anna. Okay, well...

That's something else we can talk about later. Now.

Taking her now.

Fine. The tickets and everything.

Where are the other two?

The two other men coming up the hill.

They've gone.

You sure?

Yeah. One was taken ill and the others had to take him off.

So there's no one else down there? No.

Now, come on, Keith.

Hand me Angel.

Stand back, then.

If you want to save her, stand back and let us go.

Go on, further.

You didn't find me.

You spent a couple of hours searching, but you didn't even see me.

Come on.

This way.

Come on, Oscar.

Hey, Oscar.

It's Dr. Marrick here.

Some of those men are on the way.

Miss Jarvis.

It went that way.

Let's get him onto the stretcher.

Gently.

Where's Craig?

Oh, dear God.

Get a rope, quick.

Angel!

Angel! Steve, a child.

Where's the child? Angel!

You got a rope? Yeah.

Right, come on, follow me.

Come on, Ariel, bring the rope.

Just a few minutes.

I'm slipping!

I need to go!

Won't be long now, Steve.

Where is it? It's on its way, Sarge.

Steve! We're getting a rope for you, mate.

You all right?

Take him back to the cells. I'll deal with him later.

Hold on, lad.

You're doing fine.

I'll take Marie and Angel home now. You must abstain.

What? Don't you ever interfere with my luck again.

I found Angel, didn't I?

Policing it about doing things safely, Jenny.

Minimising danger.

Instead of which, thanks to you, we almost lost the child over the edge. And

Steve Crane's life is in serious danger.

Charge!

Let's get down there.

All right, Steve, I'm coming over.

Give me your hand, Steve. Give me your hand.

Come on.

Do it,

Steve. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Steve.

Steve, look at me.

We can do this.

We can do it. Come on.

Put your hand across your arm.

We can do it.

It's time.

It's time, right?

Look at me.

Come on.

She's probably been called out or something.

Here we are, Gina.

If Oscar's not satisfied, I don't want it.

Where is everybody?

Just what we were wondering, Mr Vernon.

What did you say you'd done with those rats?

I couldn't do it, Mr Scripps. I'm sorry.

So what did you do with them?

I'll let them go.

Oh. I gave them something to eat before they went.

They'll be okay.

Oh, they are, sunshine, they are. They're in the office playing hide -and

in my slippers.

It's not funny.

Something happened to him.

He's in hospital.

He's had a heart attack.

What?

Is he going to be OK?

I don't know, Gina. He's very poorly.

Where's Steve?

Has he gone with him?

I'm sorry.

What's happened, Bill?

It's been an accident.

You tried.

You really tried.

But you... You couldn't have done so.

Steve.

He's no...