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

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

Hello? Can you

believe

it?

Howard Dufton? You're joking, aren't you?

Not a word of a lie.

Tomorrow I have an audience with the great man himself.

He's a big hero of mine.

Got all his magazines, you know. Put them in a rack for the get.

I mean, what does he want with you?

Well, the reputation of Scripps Enterprises obviously travels.

He's got a proposition for me.

Oh, have you heard of Mr Blaketon, Gina? Yeah, David. He's bored out of his mind

and fiery.

Can't wait to get back to work.

Sounds like he's on the mend, then.

His good health.

That'll be four and six, then, please.

Bernard, do the honours, will you? I'm sorry, Vernon.

I lent you my last five bob to pay the milkman. You promised to pay me back

today.

Ah.

We seem to have a temporary cash flow problem, Gina, which is easily solved.

How? By you giving some of your most faithful customers a little short -term

credit, of course.

You never used to have a problem with sleeping.

It's all very recent.

Are you saying I don't need the pills?

I'm just wondering if there might be another reason for your insomnia.

Stress could be a factor, something worrying you. Look, I told you what I

Dr Merrick.

If you don't want to help me... Of course I want to help you.

Oh.

I'll give you another month's supply.

But after this, we really need to rethink.

I don't want you becoming dependent on these.

I've never been so embarrassed in all my life for excusing one of their best

clients a bit of credit. What's happened to the milk of human kindness, Bernard?

It's all over, like it always does.

Mr. Bernard.

What, David?

Who is he? No idea.

What's he doing in my car?

He's locked himself in.

Oi! Please, David!

Are you all right?

Well, he's not dead, is he? Perhaps he ought to go to the doctor.

I know he had them.

What's the matter, gents?

He's locked in. We've not been in the pub more than ten minutes.

Oh, I found them. I'll take those.

Do you know who this is? No idea.

Have you booked him?

Not yet.

Not the first time I've seen him in that state.

I see you know him. Oh, yes, Ted Allen.

Used to be a draftsman.

He lived up at Holswick Mall way.

He had a son who died.

Ted was never the same since.

Last I heard, he was staying in the refuge.

Any idea what he was doing in Vernon's script car?

Read the form sheet, Walker.

Drunk and incapable are his middle names.

It also says Mr. Allen is vouched for by Barry Jones, who runs the refuge.

Maybe you should let him know. Ach, no. Let him sleep off.

Get Barry Jones to pick him up in the morning.

Derek? Derek, are you down there?

What's going on?

I heard something.

Whoever it was, they're gone.

I'll call the police.

Why bother?

Nothing was taken.

Someone tried to burgle our home, Derek. We have to report it.

An attempted break here in Edenfield last night. Oh, well, the Mr and Mrs

us. Nothing's been actually taken.

All right.

I'll have to go round, see if the neighbours are in. Good.

Barry Jones, Asperley Refuge. You wanted to see me. Yes, Mr Jones.

I'm Sergeant Merton.

This is PC Walker, the officer who found one of your charges drunk and incapable

yesterday. Oh, I'm sorry about that.

How is Ted? Is he in trouble?

No, no, just feeling very sorry for himself.

He was not in good shape last night.

I gather Mr Allen's been a guest of yours for a while.

Nearly two years now.

He's been trying ever so hard.

This is the first time in months I've realized this happened.

It'll be a difficult job.

It's an uphill struggle.

Will you be charging Ted, Constable?

He had no keys, so he wasn't drunk in charge of the car.

He was on private land and Mr Scripps isn't pursuing the matter.

Ted's a lucky man.

We won't be charging him this time, but keep an eye on him.

Cool.

Come on, Ted.

Come on.

How long's all this... going to take? I've got Mrs. Poverty's cremation this

afternoon. Bernard, try to look beyond the demands of our daily chores.

Could be our big dance.

Welcome to Dusk and the Sun. An honour, a privilege, coward, and a pleasure to

visit these legendary premises. The pleasure is all my burden.

Oh, you're too kind, sir, too kind. Let me show you round.

You sure nothing was taken?

We checked and double -checked.

Nothing seems to be missing.

Well, your neighbour saw somebody running away, but it was dark. She

really get her description.

What about you? Did you see anything?

No. I'm afraid not.

Have you noticed anything unusual recently?

An unknown parked car or somebody hanging about?

I'm sure I heard voices.

Like I said, I was working in my study. I had the radio on.

I'm sure that's what you heard.

I hope it's not been a waste of time dragging you out like this.

I'm sure you've got more important things to do. Not at all, Mr Lester.

Right, well, that'll be all for now.

Thanks a lot for your time.

We'll be in touch.

Morning, Mrs Neil.

Morning, Barry.

You sit there, Ted, all right?

Mrs Neil, could we organise a cup of tea and something to eat for Ted here?

He's had a bit of a relapse. Got himself arrested in Aidensfield.

Didn't think you'd look right yet today.

Oh, by the way, is that right for you?

I've already had the post today.

Very impressive, Howard.

Very impressive.

What is it we can do for you, Mr Doctor?

Oh, no, it's more a question of what I can do for you.

I'm planning our latest publishing venture, Dufton's North Riding Winners

Losers. I hope at the end of this meeting we'll have forged a mutually

beneficial working partnership.

Oh, me too, Howard, me too. I think an occasion like this calls for a toast to

quality. It's only the day for me, Howard. A 40 -year -old single malt.

To our new business venture.

Our new business venture.

Howard?

What is it?

Give him two hours of my time. Two hours.

Must he want me to do?

So blooming advertising space.

Sounds terribly exciting.

Bernard, working for commission isn't going to solve my financial

I couldn't mind telling Howard Dufton what he can do with his winners and

losers. Cheer up. It'll look better in the morning.

Mr. Scripps, what about this cremation?

She's not going anywhere.

Nothing was lifted.

Neighbour saw somebody running away, but no description.

Not much to go on, then? No.

An old chap, Mr Lester. You'd think he'd want to catch the burglar, but he

seemed keen to forget the whole thing.

Ashfordly Police?

Where are you?

I'll meet you there.

Liz Merrick needs help. One of her patients is in trouble.

Where is he? In the kitchen.

I've already called the ambulance.

Heart attack?

I don't think so.

I suspect an overdose.

Get him on his feet and try and keep him awake. I'm going to check the medicines

upstairs.

That's it. Come on, Mr Thiem. Try to walk, sir.

The ambulance will be here soon.

OK, you're doing well.

Sleepy pills.

More than enough to kill him. Great.

David, this is nothing silly.

Look, you just pick up the phone, you dial, the client answers, and you say,

good morning.

I'm David Stockwell. I'm ringing on behalf of Dufton's North Riding, and I

some very, very good news.

What's all this?

I'm just educating David in the fine art of media sales.

I'll tell you, Bernard, with the three of us canvassing all the region's

entrepreneurs, we'll fill that Dufton's North Riding in no time.

I can't afford to have David on the telephone all day chasing your pipe

One bankrupt in his family's warm enough.

With my guidance, I'll turn David into a master salesman.

He's hopeless. He hasn't got the voice for it.

Wendy likes my telephone voice. She's always saying so.

Wendy, she's about to phone up for the gaskets and stuff for the garage. Now, I

could talk to Wendy all day.

All right.

David can help you, so long as you can prove to us that this venture is worth

all the bother.

You flog some advertising, then we'll talk.

You know me, Bernard.

I always lead by example.

How is he?

Recovering, but he's still very weak.

Did you suspect he might do something like this?

When I saw him yesterday, he seemed troubled, but he wouldn't discuss it.

Now I know why.

What do you mean?

He's being blackmailed.

I couldn't let anyone know.

I had to pay it. I had to.

I can't keep going on like this.

Do you still have the letter? My wife.

She mustn't see it.

Please, try not to upset yourself, Mr Seaton.

Have you paid any money?

£300.

When? Yesterday.

They told me to leave it in a telephone box in Malthouse Street.

Why are you paying money to this person, Mr Seaton?

I'm not just prying, sir.

I know this is painful, but if we're to catch this person, we really need to

know. Some time ago, I didn't know what to do.

My wife must never find out about this constable.

Please.

Promise me she won't.

We'll sort this out, Mr Seaton. Don't worry.

You have my word.

Did you think you could get away so easily?

Pay another £300 or I'll tell your family about Maria Dalton.

Maria Dalton?

A local woman.

Apparently she had a child with Mr Seaton years ago.

He's terrified his wife will find out.

I see.

I'll send instructions where to leave the money.

A telephone box in Ashfordly, Malthouse Street.

Bellamy, what are you with this attempted break -in?

No new leads, Sarge.

In that case, see if you can find this Maria Dalton woman.

She'd have a very real motive to squeeze money out of William Seaton.

After 15 years, sir, why bring it up now?

Well, blackmailers and elephants, Walker. They never forget.

Just don't put any more pressure on my patient.

I mean, he's willing to help, but let him do it at his own speed.

He's still very ill.

Sir!

I think I've found her. There's a Maria Dolphin in Ashfordly.

Well, she's the only one in the phone book.

Well done, Bellamy. Walker, you come with me.

What's this?

The Douglas and North Ryden.

I haven't seen this one before.

This is a preview of a new publication, Gina.

Really? Tell me about it, then.

Certainly, madam.

Good afternoon.

My name is...

David Dotwell speaking on behalf of Dufton & Sons. And we have very, very

news. Have you been drinking, David?

David's just a little excited about the new venture.

Tell me, Gina, has the Aidensfield Arms ever appeared in a Dufton's North

riding? How would Dufton write about us?

I should be so lucky.

You should, and you will. The Wheel of Fortune has finally turned in your

favour.

How much?

You all right?

Good morning, madam. We're looking for Maria Dalton.

You'd better come in, then.

What is it that you want to know?

Could you tell us where we might find Maria Dalton?

Yes.

Well... I'm Maria Dalton.

This is rather an awkward question, but do you happen to have a 15 -year -old

child?

Of course not.

But my daughter has, and she's called Maria too.

And where can we find your daughter?

Australia.

She's been there nearly 15 years now.

That's a great one, then.

That's the big police station.

Oh, hello, Susan.

Haven't forgot your birthday, have I?

What?

What?

I can't leave the station.

Right. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Well, this is Malthouse Street.

Telephone box should be round here somewhere.

There it is.

Where's Barry Jones?

Stop the car.

Mr Jones!

Oh, Mrs Neil.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

I'll bring some in. Thank you.

Now, what can I do for you?

We're following up an inquiry.

Bit of a long shot, really. Have you seen anything a bit odd around the

telephone box? Anyone hanging around or acting suspiciously?

No, I'm afraid not.

Is this anything to do with our people?

Maybe, maybe not.

Don't you have a telephone here?

We do.

But it only accepts incoming calls at the moment.

That's a bit inconvenient, having to use the telephone box.

I suppose so, but it happens when you have problems paying bills.

of which we have more than our fair share at the moment.

But if I see anything untoward, I will let you know. You've got my word on it.

Thanks. Oh, I could take one of these back to the station with you.

Any published is good for us. You never know where the next donation's coming

from.

We'll be in touch.

How long has this been going on?

Weeks now.

I thought if I ignored it, it would stop.

You haven't handed over any money.

Not a penny, nor will I. You should have gone to the police earlier.

I couldn't. Please don't ask me why, Alf.

Let's just say it could really damage me.

Susan, you're Mrs Ventress's favourite goddaughter.

You know you can trust me.

I work for a charity. If these accusations ever got out... You're not

victim of this blackmailer.

I can't do it, Alf.

It's important that we find out who it is.

Otherwise, where's it going to end?

Sarge, can I have a word? It's very urgent.

Yes, Regis, what is it? The blackmailer. It's happened again.

You're a tax cheat. I have proof.

Pay £300 and I'll tell your employers I'll send instructions out to pay. This

your last chance.

Who was this centre?

Susan Kramer.

She's Mrs Ventress's goddaughter.

Howard, dear.

Howard! Just the man I wanted to see.

Come in, come in.

I'll update you on our sales success so far.

Don't bother, Vernon. It's over.

I'm bankrupt.

Bankrupt?

Dufton and Sons?

Impossible.

Your firm's a national treasure.

Be like bankrupting the North Yorkshire Moors. National treasure or not, Vernon,

the banks have done for me.

There should be a law against it.

So there'll be no Dufton's North Riding this year? Not this year nor any other

year. By the end of the week, it'll all be a distant memory.

Sorry, lads.

But what about our agreement?

I mean, we shook hands on it. That was then, this is now.

Dufton's North Riding has been consigned to the footnotes of history.

Can you tell us what this is all about, Susan?

If I don't pay up, certain documents will end upon the deaths of my

What sort of documents?

Um, taxed off from years ago. The result of an investigation into money I

inherited. They found against me. You were prosecuted? No, my accountant

it all.

And what's the problem?

Susan's a senior fundraiser for charities. If this information got out,

given the fact.

I squired my debt.

What right has this person got to destroy my career?

Susan, who else knew about this?

No one outside the family. Well, except one person, my accountant.

It's a local firm run by a man called Derek Lester.

Look, can I have a word?

Message from Liz.

She wants you down at the hospital.

Yeah? Mr Seaton's ready for talk.

Great.

I told the wife everything.

She's forgiven me.

Oh, if only I'd told the truth years ago. You know, none of this would have

happened. We traced Maria Dalton.

She moved to Australia some years ago.

She isn't a blackmailer, if that's any comfort to you.

Aye, thank you.

Well, ask me anything you want to know, I'll do my best to answer.

Can you tell me if anyone else knew about your arrangement?

No, no, we kept it very quiet.

Yeah, the man who drew up the details was a local accountant.

Can you tell us who that person was, Mr Seaton? I never used him again, because

he was a rather unpleasant man.

And I do believe he overcharged me.

What was his name?

Lester.

Derek Lester.

Are you sure?

Oh, yes.

Sarge, I think we've got our man.

Derek Lester.

Dufton's going under.

I can't believe it. I was really looking forward to getting our write -up as

well. It's a travesty. That's what it is.

Loch Ness Monster.

What? I remember reading about the Loch Ness Monster in Dufton.

I used to imagine that we had a monster in Ashfordly Brook.

I always used to go fishing there, hoping that I'd catch it and get me a

photograph in the magazine.

Oh, David.

Thank you, David.

Wonderful memories.

Had interviews with all the stars.

Charlie Chaplin came here, you know, played the gaiety in Ashfordly.

It's fascinating, all that old stuff.

He must be worth a fortune now, though.

Collectors, museums, they go mad for old archives.

Could be worth millions.

Or maybe thousands.

Even so.

Thank you for dropping by, Mr. Lester.

Is this about the break -in?

Just for matters of writing.

You know William Seaton?

He lives just outside of Aidensfield.

Yeah?

Everyone knows the Seaton family.

Rather more than most, surely.

He was one of your clients, wasn't he?

Yes, he was. Did you know Mr Seaton tried to kill himself?

What?

That's terrible.

He's lucky to be alive.

I thought I was here to talk about the break -in. You also know Susan Kramer,

another client.

I don't see what this has to do with me.

Someone's blackmailing them both, using confidential information held in your

files.

What is the point of this?

Let's talk about the break -in, shall we?

I've got the notes here.

Now, something doesn't add up.

Yes, your wife said she heard two voices downstairs.

She must have heard something I didn't.

Why would I speak to a person who'd broken into my house?

That's what we want to know.

We think you know who the burglar is. Tell us what happened, Mr Lester.

Do you have an argument about how to split the proceeds or deciding which

to blackmail next? This is outrageous.

I run a reputable company.

I serve my clients, not exploit them. Prove it. Begin by telling the truth. I

telling you the truth.

I'm no criminal. I've done nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm the victim here.

What do you mean? I'm... I'm being blackmailed, too.

Why didn't you tell us? I was too scared.

It would have ruined me.

My business took a lifetime to establish.

What about Mr. Seaton? He almost died. Or Susan Kramer? I didn't know that

gone after other people.

She?

It's a woman.

Tell us her name, Mr. Lester.

I can't tell you. In that case, I'm arresting you in suspicion of conspiring

pervert the course of justice.

Read him his rights.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so.

But what you say may be put into writing and given in evidence.

I'd like you to take a look at this.

Anna Croft.

Her name's Anna Croft.

She was my secretary. I sacked her three years ago.

How did she get your files?

She must have kept a set of keys.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I couldn't.

Some of my arrangements were not... Strictly above board.

Where does she live, Mr Lester?

I don't know. She contacted me.

Was she there the night of the break -in?

Yes. How many files have gone missing?

Close to 50.

Shall I take Mr Lester's diamond out, Hodge?

Oh, Sarge, I'd like you to take a look at these. This is Susan's blackmail

letter, and this is the leaflet from the refuge.

And what about her?

Well, take a look at the capital I on the letter, and then compare it with the

leaflet. It's the same.

I think it's time we brought Barry Jones in.

With respect, Sarge, I'm not sure that's wise.

I think we should go there informally so as not to scare him off.

Just do it, Walker.

Yeah.

Vernon Scripps, what an unexpected pleasure.

The pleasure is all mine, Howard.

Get to the point, Vernon.

Ah, yes, well, it's all very simple, really.

I am here to save you, Duffton's North Riding, and all it stands for.

I have a contract here which, should you sign, will make you and me joint owners

of Dufton's archives.

I don't follow.

In short, Howard, you're sitting on a gold mine.

Why let the bank take it away from you?

You sell the archive to me for the nominal sum of one pound before they

your assets and we'll set up a brand new company with no debt.

We'll call it Scripps and Dufton.

Or Dufton and Scripps.

That's wonderful.

Is it legal?

Well, in a manner of speaking, I mean, I've just done it.

Look, you sign there and I will pay you the princely sum of one pound.

It's a deal.

This must be celebrated.

David, I'm a couple of bobs short of a quid.

Do you think you could lend it to me? Just till our profit comes on stream.

Another visit.

Twice in two days.

I must be getting popular.

I've been instructed to take you in, Barry.

What's going on?

We're investigating a number of blackmail cases in the area.

What's that got to do with me or the refuge?

The victims all received typed blackmail letters.

We believe they were written on your typewriter.

That's impossible.

Typewriter's in here, and I keep the office locked.

So you're the only person with access?

Obviously not.

Does the name Anna Croft ring a bell?

I'm afraid not.

We think she's one of your people, Barry.

There's no one of that name here.

Barry, someone here is the blackmailer.

We have a victim who has tried to commit suicide.

It would be easier if you came down the station.

If you don't, we have enough evidence to steam in here and take the place apart

and question everyone here.

No.

I don't think that would work.

Alcoholics are professional liars, you see.

It comes naturally to us.

To us?

I'm an alcoholic.

But we all deal with our illness in different ways.

This is how I deal with it.

£900.

Now, someone has been leaving anonymous donations.

My goodness knows I could do with the money, but I've not touched a penny of

But I'll tell you one thing.

The only person who can find out the truth about one of our people...

is another alcoholic.

And give me two hours. I'll find your Anna Croft.

I sent you to bring him in.

What part of that did you not understand?

He could be halfway to Timbuktu by now.

I think he's right.

This is the only way we're going to find Anna Croft.

I trust him, Sarge.

But, PC Walker, can I trust you?

Sarge!

I just found this on my doorstep.

Instructions say £300.

Money to be left in a telephone box in Ashfordly tonight.

I suppose you think we should take it straight round to the refuge.

Barry asked for more time.

I think we should give him a chance.

Yeah,

yeah. Nothing to do with you guys. It's been really all right, you know.

Excuse me, Barry.

Yes, Mrs Neil. I know I haven't done the kitchen yet, but I didn't sleep so well

that night.

I just thought I'd take a nap, if that's OK with you.

Of course.

Go and get your rest.

Thank you, Barry.

In a sky streaked with gray,

the human kindness

is overflowing.

And I think it's going to

rain today.

I thought you'd like to know Mr. Seaton has been discharged.

Glad to hear it. I'll call in on him soon.

Now that he's got everything off his chest, he seems much happier.

It's the one good thing to come out of all of this.

I should leave, please.

I'll be right there.

I found our blackmailer. She's at the refuge now. Good. Let's go.

Right, we know what we're looking for.

No time to waste. Let's get cracking.

There's a new world somewhere.

They call the promised land.

And I'll be...

I'm sorry, I was trying to lift this box down and it sort of flipped.

What's this?

What is he?

The Loch Ness Monster.

You and David go and open the rest of the boxes.

And be careful with the contents.

Are you sure you have the right woman?

Oh, yes. It's Mrs Neil.

She's the only one it could be.

What do you know about her?

One of our success stories.

She came here about three years ago.

She'd hit rock bottom. But she's a different person now. She could fit the

description we've got of Anna Craft.

Where is she now?

She's in her room.

Follow me.

Have we come too late?

She could have gone on forever with this lot.

She wasn't just doing it for the money. She was doing it for the refuge.

Her way of saying thank you for all they'd done for her. She's still a

And a blackmailer.

And now she's gone.

Not necessarily.

She delivered the demand note to Susan earlier. Why do that if she doesn't

intend to collect?

Yeah, but why risk showing up?

Well, she gave everything to the refuge.

I'm convinced she kept nothing back for herself.

And my guess is she'll need Susan's money to move on.

And if your theory doesn't add up? It's the only chance we've got.

Well, let's hope it works.

What do you think?

Look at this.

Oh, this is wonderful. Look at this.

And every one worth a fortune, Howard.

Do you really think so?

Not only that.

You won't believe what we've found.

Queen Victoria and John Brown.

Father always said he took this up here when the Queen was supposed to be

housebound in London, but no one ever believed it.

I don't really know what to say.

Thank you, lads.

Now let's sell it quick before the bank manager gets his greedy abs on it.

Now you know what you have to do. Yes.

It's very important that you arrive right on the minute.

As soon as you leave the envelope, you just get out of there. Okay.

Good luck.

There's no light in the phone box.

That's probably why she chose it.

Oh, no.

Ted Allen.

Where's the money? What money?

Oh, don't...

Oh,

it's clean.

There's no money. I don't have any money. What were you up to at that

box? Just doing a favour for an old friend.

I was told I could put one over on you, and I did, didn't I?

Sarge, we've been at... Who's watching the telephone box?

Police! Stop!

And across.

We meet at last.

I can't help feeling I've failed her.

Save your charity for her victims, Barry.

It's a bit harsh, Sarge.

He's right, though.

Maybe it's time I should just pack it all in. Maybe not just yet.

Susan.

Barry, this is... Susan Kramer.

She's a charity fundraiser.

If anybody can help you, she can.

Thank you.

Best of luck.

I hear Benny Dome's very nice this time of the year.

Although I'm minded to visit Italy.

The art, the splendour, the food. Yes, Italy it is. What do you think, Bernard?

I don't care where you go, so long as you give me back my five bob.

And my two and six. Such trifling matters will be sorted at my earliest

convenience.

Ah, talk of the devil. Look who's here.

Howard. How did your despairful sale go?

Good news, Bernard.

Sold it all. Every last piece.

Made a fortune.

Really? Excellent news.

I couldn't have done it without you.

You're too kind, sir. Too kind. So, Dufton & Sons will continue to

Don't you mean Dufton & Scripps?

I'm afraid not.

The bank tore up our contract.

So legal.

In a matter of speaking, yes. They just did it.

But, thanks to you, it made them think again.

That's why I'm back in business.

Well, what about me? Oh, you'll be fine.

I've come to make you a splendid offer, Vernon. I'll still need an advertising

sales manager for the new publication, and the job is yours.

That's very generous, Howard.

And, of course, I've brought you something for your trouble.

There's no need to thank me, Vernon.

The nominal quid you paid me to sign up.

Well, that calls for a celebration.

Drinks all round.

Will you do the honours, Vernon?

Will you be staying long?

Depends if I spot anything interesting.

Lorenzo! We meet at last.

You all right there, pal?

I thought you said he was Italian.

Was there anything else missing?

Apart from the pension money. My Alex watch.

It was an anniversary present. I feel such an idiot.