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

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

I'll see you, you know.

I'll see you.

Come out and show yourself, you damn coward.

I'll have the law on you.

Madagascar.

Madagascar. Come along inside, dear.

Come on. Come along.

As I told P .T. Bell last night... Bellamy.

It's the third time this week.

Are you sure you're not imagining these things, Miss Plum?

P .C. Bellamy searched your garden and the road outside.

Is Marigold imagining things?

Dogs don't bark without reason, Sergeant.

Their hearing is far sharper than ours.

Hi!

Claudia Hooligans.

Perhaps if you put a more experienced officer like P .C. Ventus on the case,

might start getting somewhere.

I can assure you, Miss Plum, further inquiries will be made.

It's what we pay our rates for, isn't it, Marygold?

It was very frightening, poor thing.

Divisional inspection next week, and I'm being plagued by batty old women.

Who'll be the next in line?

Who'll be the next in line for a heartache?

Who'll make the same mistake? I'm sure your Lordship knows best, but I can't

I'm happy about a bunch of young thugs being given the run of the place.

Calm down, Mrs. Kelly. They're ex -offenders, and they'll be very well

supervised.

Eric, you've made jolly good time. You know me, Major.

Don't hang about.

Long time since anyone called me that.

This is my housekeeper, Mr. Kellett.

Excuse me just a minute.

Throw that bottle.

What bottle?

Don't make the mistake of thinking you can pull the wool over my eyes, lad.

All right?

Sure.

Charity are very grateful for this, you know.

Most people pay lip service to the rehabilitation of young offenders, and

it's in their backyard.

I don't know. I get some cheap labour, they get to learn some useful skills. I

think we can all benefit.

You don't agree, Mrs Kellett?

Lord Ashfordly knows my views.

See that lad?

Prefers dogs to people.

He was taken into care at the age of three, after his old man broke his jaw.

I'm sure there's lots of sad cases in the world, Mr Grey, but they don't all

turn to crime.

Anyway, I'd best get back to the kitchen.

Mrs Kellett's a traditionalist.

Oh, I told Sergeant Miller the whole story, but I don't think he believed a

of it.

If there's a prowler in the village, he should certainly take proper action.

I have influence and I have connections. I made that quite clear to him. But

he's the sort of chap who, if you challenge him, just digs his heels in.

He can be very determined.

My father once had a butler like that. We had to get rid of him.

The important thing is that you don't worry too much about this.

Won't your angina any good? Oh, please, don't give me any more pills. I rattle

like an old jam jar as it is.

Your current prescription's fine.

But you must avoid stressful situations.

My dear, I am not going to let some peeping Tom put up my blood pressure. If

comes calling again, he'll get my stick around his head.

Dorothy, do be careful.

Oh, Marigold will take care of me. Won't you, my pet?

That bottle could easily have hit Gina.

I appreciate your concern, Oscar.

But what does Ashfordly think he's playing at? We've got enough hooligans

own without importing them.

Personally, I think all this do -gooding is a waste of time. However, the Chief

Constable doesn't agree with me. So you'll do nothing.

I'll keep a close eye on things.

Always a pleasure to see you, Oscar.

I think you should all be grateful to His Lordship for the chance to learn

something useful.

Oh, yes, Mrs.

I'm really grateful.

I took my forelook, shall I?

I don't want that deal, Mutley. Hey, you behave yourself or you'll be eating in

the yard with the dogs.

Oh, that suit, Mutley, wouldn't it, Mutley?

Cheers.

The Greenhowards. Best regiment in the British Army.

The lads who didn't make it back.

Dunkirk.

Lest we forget.

You know, I do realise I'd never have made it off that beach if it hadn't been

for you.

Oh, you were wounded. I just did me duty. I think you did a bit more than

and, well, I'll always be grateful.

So, glad you stayed in after the war.

Well, I didn't exactly have a home to come back to.

Yes, I was forgetting. You grew up in a children's home yourself, didn't you?

Orphanage, they called it in my day.

The army was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Well, you've certainly distinguished yourself.

Can't help thinking it would do these lads some good.

Your neighbour's up the road, the place that's all shut it up.

I think I knew someone who used to live there. Well, the Bings have it now, but

they always winter abroad.

A Caribbean, I think.

He's probably in a bush waiting to jump us.

Nah, he'll be having dinner with Lord Muck.

He'll be three sheets to the wind by now, boasting about all the crows he

in the war.

Storm the crows, Muttley. What are you playing at?

Just work for a little. Let's get going.

Where are you going?

Nowhere you need to worry about, Mutt.

All quiet on the western front.

Off you go.

Cook as you can.

Not on the grass.

All the best, please, love.

All right.

Wouldn't you prefer another bottle of pop?

Don't be fooled by my youthful good looks.

Oh, don't you worry, Sonny, we don't intend to.

You must be two of the lads staying up at the hall, are you? Hall?

What hall?

We don't serve underage drinking.

And we don't need any trouble from you, either.

Show someone else, they'll be happy to take our money.

Are you coming with us, Ben?

Escape from this bunch of OAPs?

I think I'll stay with the grown -ups, thanks.

OAPs. Pretty cheek.

Come on, Oscar.

They're just young lads trying it on.

He's quite sweet, really.

Oh, give me strength.

Is there another pot?

It's like the walk miles just to get here.

Time we get ourselves some wheels, then.

Oh, he's just going out for a drink.

You cheeky.

No.

Getting.

Really, I'm being very naughty.

Hey, I'm surprised to see you, Mr Blayton.

Now, why's that?

It is my pub.

Yeah, but I've just seen your car drive off up the road at some speed.

What? Who was driving it? I didn't see.

I assumed it was you.

If those ruddy hooligans have nicked my car, I'll... What?

So you're to come in this instant.

Oh, Mummy's going to be very angry with you.

Marygold!

Oh, this is no time to play.

Now be a good girl and come in at once.

Marygold!

Well, the two of them walked into the pub, I didn't serve them, I sent them

with a flea in their ear. Five minutes later, a customer walks in and tells me

that they've seen somebody drive up in my car.

Go on then, brother, look at your man.

Why, I haven't got my boots, Dad.

You've got plenty of excuses, though, haven't you?

You'd better get Mr. Scripps out with his tow truck.

Come out of there, younger. Stop messing about.

I can't swim.

Swim? It's only six inches deep.

Bellamy. Go ahead.

Hang on now.

What to do?

I sat up all night waiting for her.

Have you eaten this morning?

No.

Dorothy, you must eat and you must sleep or you'll make yourself seriously ill.

Why doesn't she come home?

Something dreadful must have happened to her.

She's probably gone off chasing rabbits or something.

She'll come home when she's hungry enough.

Do you really think so?

Dogs run off all the time.

Not Marigold.

She's not the bravest of souls.

What if someone's taken her?

Who on earth would want to do that?

I don't know.

I appreciate what you're saying, Willa, but I still think the whole thing could

be a coincidence.

There are a few service in the pub and five minutes later the landlord's car is

stolen.

Right.

Brushes down.

In a line in front of me now.

This is Sergeant Miller.

He wants to ask you a few questions.

We hear that two of you were refused service in the Aidensfield Arms last

Who was that?

Two paces forward.

I can easily get the landlord down to identify you.

Sergeant.

I don't condone underage drinking, but the fact that we're seen in a pub

make them car thieves.

Then they're nothing to fear by owning up, then, are they?

Except for the prejudiced assumptions of the pub landlord.

Just because the car was stolen five minutes late, it doesn't mean that they

it. Anyone could have taken it.

It's right you jump into conclusions. Where's your evidence, Miller?

My lord, I am merely trying to pursue a line of inquiry.

And I am trying to teach these lads that the law is impartial and doesn't

condemn a man on his past record.

It sticks to the fat.

Right, then.

That's what we'll do.

Right. Get on with it.

Not you.

Come on.

Ah, you're hurting me. You're hurting me. Now, look here. I'll snap your

miserable neck. Now, you pay attention, boy. Because I will not tell you again.

You rock the boat one more time.

And the law. The law?

will be the least of your worries.

Understand? Yes.

Don't confuse me with them.

I'm not interested in their rules.

I've got a few of my own.

I'm sorry, ladies, I simply do not have the manpower to go chasing round after a

lost dog. I suggest you bring the dogs home.

What if she isn't lost?

What if she were taken?

How do you mean, taken?

Kidnapped.

You think your Pekingese has been kidnapped?

Miss Plum has had a prowler in the garden. It's not beyond the bounds of

possibility. And have you received a ransom note?

I knew this was a waste of time.

You are what my late father would have called a jobsworth, Sergeant.

There's no need to be offensive.

It's thanks to people like you that this country is going downhill.

I'm perfectly all right.

I do think you should take what she's saying a little more seriously,

Dr Trent, I have one officer on leave.

I have a bunch of borstal boys running riot courtesy of Lord Ashfordly, and I

have a divisional inspection next week. What I have not got is time for batty

old women.

She may be forthright, but I can assure you her mental faculties are intact.

What concerns me is that an old lady with angina is being put under severe

stress. Not by me.

She's got plenty of money.

Hire a private detective.

All I saw was the car drive off.

Well, you didn't see who it was, then?

Was that you?

Are you having problems again?

No.

No,

the thing is, mostly you see what you're looking for.

I mean, you as a policeman ought to know that.

I presumed it was Mr Blaketon.

Went in pub, well, he could have knocked me down with a feather, couldn't you,

David?

more slowly.

That should put a stop to it.

Right. Well, thanks for your help.

It's you, isn't it?

You're squelching.

Oh, yes.

Sorry about that.

Got my feet wet.

You crashed, didn't you? Told Eric you saw us going out last night. No.

You keep your gobs shut in future.

You're a dead man.

You got that?

Never going to eat those, now, are you? No.

What are you going to do with them, then?

Nothing.

What are you up to, Mutt?

Nothing.

Don't, please.

Get off.

Get off. All right, all right. She's in here.

Where did you get that?

She's mine.

She's called Lassie.

Here you go.

Yeah, Oscar does do a bit of private investigating every now and then. Him

Alf Ventress. Perhaps he could help Miss Plum.

Private investigating.

I'd like to see that.

Well, they've had their success.

These are Mr. Blakes and Mr. Ventress.

Well, do what dastardly villains they're after next, then.

You know Miss Plum? Miss Plum? She's lost the dog.

Not that horrible, yappy little Pekingese.

Oscar, Marigold's more than just a dog to her.

She's more like a surrogate child.

But what worries me is that someone's been prowling about.

Really? You should call the police.

Try telling that to Sergeant Miller.

He thinks you're just a neurotic old lady who's imagining things.

But I don't agree.

She's very well off.

She lives alone.

Some con artist could well have identified her as a potential target.

Well, perhaps Sergeant Miller could do with a lesson or two in detective work.

Come on, Matt.

Shop up.

We've got things to do.

Oh,

this is the best one of her that I have.

Oh.

That'll do nicely.

Yes, Will.

Have a poster made up and let you have this back.

It's such a relief, finally, to have someone taking this seriously.

I mean, there's a sort of poor marigold out there somewhere.

The offer of a small reward for information might help.

Then we can put it on the poster. Good idea.

Fifty pounds?

Oh, I think that's a bit steep. It might attract the wrong sort of people.

Money doesn't matter to me. You can make it a hundred if you like.

I just want her back.

about Columbia's old uniform trousers.

They are a bit big.

You grow into them.

Now then, Bernie.

See you manage to get it back then.

Brakes and exhaust need to dry out a bit, but there's no real damage.

Yeah, well, Miller wants it checked for fingerprints, so we've got an officer

coming over from HQ.

How long's that going to take? I told Oscar he could have it back.

Well, Sarge wants some proper evidence against these lads, so Oscar's just

to have to wait.

I don't fancy telling him that. Maybe you could.

Right, come on.

This the new fashion, then?

Oh, uh, no, uh, I had a bit of an accident.

Oh. Oh, no, not that sort of accident.

I don't mean that.

We were trying to move the car.

Should have waited for the professional, shouldn't you?

50 quid just for a dog?

Well, the old lady's very fond of it.

You're not as daft as you look, are you?

Bet you know where she lives and all.

Go on.

Just go and get it.

Right, come on, lads.

Alan!

Donny the Dog Man, that's what everybody calls him.

Once told your Uncle Herbert to race in Greyhound and made a fortune from that

dog.

Why, did it win a lot of races?

Actually, no, it lost every one, but thanks to Donny on paper, it had a

as long as your arm, so we made money on stud things.

Hey, up!

Peggy Armstrong!

It's been a while.

Donny! Armstrong!

I don't complain.

Why, David, don't do me any good. This is my nephew, David. Show him a picture,

David.

Now, we want one of these, a bait.

A pick and eat?

You're not thinking of racing one of these, are you, Peg?

You've got very short legs.

As near a match to that one as you can manage. Oh, and the budget is five quid.

Ah! Oh!

I really think Dane Hospital might be a principal precaution, Dorothy.

I've had my pills.

I'll be fine.

Oh, that'll be the police. I'll let them in.

I wonder what excuse Sergeant Miller's going to thot me off with this time.

Believe me, he won't, or I'll report him myself.

I think I owe you something of an apology, Miss Plum. Oh, nice to hear you

it.

Have you had a chance to look round yet to see if anything's missing?

She's been recovering from an angina attack.

I see.

Better me go and check out the back, will you? All right, Sarge.

I don't suppose you got much of a look at him?

I didn't see his face. There wasn't enough light.

What about his build?

Was he a full -grown man or might he have been a teenage lad?

It's hard to say.

He just pushed a stool at me and then he was gone.

Well, I'm sorry you've been put through all this, Miss Plum.

But we'll catch him.

Don't you worry.

And you'll detail an officer to keep an eye on this place?

Yes, indeed.

Resources permitting.

But I doubt if he'll be back.

What do you reckon, then?

I'm not sure it's the right colour.

He's picking his colour. What colour did you want?

One more sort of... I don't know.

I think one looks much like another, if you ask me.

There's no mention about Cull having to a lot of trouble to get us. Don't fret,

Donny.

We'll take it anyway.

There are one or two incidentals over and above the agreed price. Like what?

Expenses.

30 bob.

30 bob?

I thought we were friends.

We are.

Anyone else would be a couple of quid.

I've had a scene of the crime officer here all morning. An NPC younger helped

sort things out.

I saw him outside.

I think Frosin Miller must be feeling guilty.

So he should.

This doesn't look too bad, then, does it?

It feels... Well, it feels most peculiar.

But... I've lived in this house for 25 years, ever since my father died. I am

not going to be frightened out of my own home by some yob.

Has much been taken?

No. All that appears to have been missing is a photograph album and an old

box full of family papers.

My jewellery was upstairs.

Well, you must be grateful for that, then.

What about Marigold?

Well, there's no news, I'm afraid.

We've... Checked with every vet and kennel in the county, though.

Someone's taken her. I know they have.

In that case, you'll be getting a demand for a ransom.

Maybe those people who do experiments with animals.

Well, they generally stick to rats.

Or some religious cult.

Well, most people round here see a V.

You think I'm being ridiculous, imagining the worst?

She'll turn up.

Shall I put the kettle on?

What a good idea.

Midnight Ebony.

Are you sure this is the right colour?

No, it looks all right on the colour chart.

So how much do I put in?

All of it.

Right, come on then, poor chick.

Swap it, that man.

Then you've a life of Riley to look forward to.

I'm not criticizing Mr. Gray in any way.

Your schemers are full support, as you know.

But one man can't keep his eye on six young folks 24 hours a day. It's too

to expect.

Are you sure it was one of them?

Well, first the car is stolen and now a break -in. Well, you're right. It could

be a coincidence.

Well, the last thing I want is for the charity to be seen to be promoting crime

in the area.

My purpose is to simply separate the innocent from the guilty.

No one will be happier than me if we could eliminate these lads from our

inquiries.

Why don't you leave him alone?

Eric, I think what Sergeant Miller's proposing is eminently fair.

We simply give him the names and details of all your lads so he can check their

records.

Do I have any choice?

Dorothy?

Dorothy?

Marigold's been found.

Marigold?

This is Mrs. Armstrong.

We found her.

Well, you know our David, come on, drives in his taxi.

He recognised her immediately, didn't he, love?

Yeah. So we saw the poster, so we brought her home directly.

That's not Marigold. Yes, it is.

You're probably not feeling yourself. I know my own dog.

That is not Marigold.

That is an imposter.

Not to mention a very peculiar colour.

David, you knew Marigold.

Is that anything like her?

Well... Now I understand why Oscar Blaketon was against offering a large

It was an invitation to all unsungry to take advantage.

We were only trying to help. I'm sure you were.

I'm sorry, Dorothy. I thought...

It's not your fault.

Aren't you eating, boss?

Huh? There's something I need to do.

Just make sure this wall is finished by the time I get back.

It'll take ages.

Hey, look.

He took Motley with him.

What doesn't make sense to me is why a young teenage lad should break into an

old lady's house.

And what did he take?

A photo album and an old tin box.

Well, he must have thought there were some valuables in the tin.

Not just old family papers. Some of those far more valuable stuff just

round.

I hear you're looking for a dog.

Says on the post there, 50 quid reward for information.

Contact Mr.

Blaketon at the pub. And you've got some information, have you?

Have you got 50 quid? I wasn't born yet today.

All right.

Meet me in an hour.

Crossroads before you get to Ashfordly Hall.

You bring the money, I'll bring the duck.

What are you playing at? Oh, you're stabbing me tiny in the back.

Because they always make me dinner.

Sorry. You have got to learn to stick up for yourself, lad.

I try.

Then I get it.

Maybe I should teach you a few moves, eh? Oh, yeah, will you?

Look at this place.

Look at the drawer, eh?

Where you're born, who your mum and dad are.

Why are the windows all closed up?

People I own it have gone to the Caribbean for the winter.

How... how do you know?

They're, er... friends of mine.

Get in.

I don't do refunds, especially if the goods have been tampered with. Well,

wash it out.

I've only got your word for that. It's only hair dye.

Peggy, I'm a businessman.

What kind of market do you think there is for a Pekingese that's been dyed

black?

Come on.

Come on, you should get it.

Come on.

I think we've been had.

I did wonder if it was a load of old tosh.

Well, maybe not.

Let's see if we can find the lad.

Excuse me.

Well,

most of them.

Oi.

I thought we had an arrangement.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

You told us you had the dog.

So where is it?

I don't know. I was just trying it on.

Who hit you, lad?

No one.

I fell over.

Well, that cat looks a bit nasty. Has Mr Grey seen it?

No.

Dorothy?

Is it all right?

No, I don't think it is.

Have you seen Miss Plum?

She was there ten minutes ago.

She just popped out to get some chips.

She was going to make me a cup of tea. Check upstairs.

She's not upstairs.

What's that?

I think it's Marigold's collar.

Well, perhaps Miss Plum just decided to go out.

Without her walking stick.

Or her angina tablets.

Wherever she's gone, I don't think she went of her own accord.

I did ask you not to interfere, Oscar.

Well, you said you could get the dog.

Well, clearly he was lying.

Well, it's not as simple as that, Sarge.

Somebody put the fear of God into him.

Alan Cameron.

That's the lad you're on about.

I've had his record sent through.

He will nick anything that is not tied down and is not fussy.

His prints are all over your car, Oscar.

Sorry, Sarge.

I've got Younger on the phone. He's in a bit of a panic.

He reckons Miss Plum's gone missing.

Missing?

Where's Marygold?

Why have you brought me here?

Oh, you do know where you are, then.

I was beginning to wonder.

Well, of course I know.

There's a house where I grew up. Ah.

Aren't you pleased to be back?

Where's Marygold?

You're not really what I was expecting.

Who are you?

How much do you want?

I'll pay you whatever you like, only please give me Marygold.

Come on, Alan.

Where's the dog?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'll go and find Eric. He'll soon talk some sense into her.

No. Just nick me, will you? I took the car, put my hand up to that.

Just get me out of here and put me in a cell.

Did Eric do this to you?

Nonsense. It's a complete nook case. He'll kill me.

Where's Eric now?

Well, he's all packed up, ready to go.

This really doesn't make any sense. I served with Eric. We were at Dunkirk

together. Only 19, but he was mentioned in dispatches.

Sarge?

What's a red -hot one?

That's what was stolen from Miss Plum.

Did he mention her? Miss Plum? No.

Mary Gold.

Oh, my poor darling.

Are you all right?

Of course it's all right. It's been eating its head off.

What do you want?

I just want the answer to one question.

Then you can go home.

Those are my photographs. I want to know who my father is.

You see, there are pictures here of various young men.

I wondered if it was perhaps him.

He does look a bit like me.

What's your name?

Eric. Eric Gray.

A bit unimaginative, I always thought, but then orphanages generally were in

those days.

What did you call me when I was born?

I don't remember.

This could have been my home.

You gave up your newborn son. You dumped me in an orphanage, but you don't

remember.

I had no choice.

No choice?

I knew he was taking kitchen scraps, but I thought he was feeding our dogs.

Sir?

Tommy, isn't it?

But do you know where Eric is?

It was him who took the dog, wasn't it?

He said if I took care of it right, I could keep it.

So he broke his word to you, did he?

I think you do know where he is.

See, I reckon...

If someone breaks a word to you, you're entitled to be angry.

I know I would be.

We went to this big house down the road.

It was all closed up. He said he knew the owners, but I know he didn't.

Good Lord, the Bings. He asked me about that house when he arrived.

I was barely in my 20s.

I had no money of my own. I knew nothing of the world.

Or of men, as it turned out.

Who was he?

He was a business associate of my father's.

In his forties, married with a family.

Did you love him?

Yes.

Yes, he was fun.

He used to come to the house quite a lot.

We played tennis in the summer.

Great raconteur.

My father wanted to know who it was, of course.

When I told him, he accused me of lying.

Told me I was a devious slut.

What was his name?

Desmond.

Desmond Faulkner.

I never saw him again.

I think he died just before the war.

Died?

You all right?

I suffer with angina.

I'm so sorry.

You know, I wanted to keep you desperately.

But I was too young, too weak.

I couldn't fight them.

Where

did

she go? Just get an ambulance, quick.

I've had enough of this.

I hardly got a wink of sleep last night with them two dogs barking.

What are you doing?

No!

Well, then, do something about it before I go mad.

What's the verdict?

She survived the attack, but she's frail.

I brought him along as you requested.

She'd like to see you first.

Sergeant Miller's here, Dorothy.

I don't want any action taken against Mr. Gray.

I can fully appreciate how you feel, Miss Plum.

I don't think you can.

I abandoned my son at the beginning of his life, and I am not going to abandon

him now.

In the end, it's up to you as to whether you want to press charges.

But he is still under arrest for breaking and entering, and also faces

charges of assault against a minor in his care.

Then I shall find him the best solicitor that money can buy.

Can I see him now?

Of course.

How are you feeling?

Not bad.

I hear you're an army man.

I was. I served in the Greenhowards during the war and after.

Good regiment.

Both your grandfather...

And your great -grandfather were military men.

I'd like to tell you about them.

I'd like to hear.

Pekingese? What about one of them?

They're very affectionate? They're not. They're horrible.

Oh, don't look at me. Me dad's sheepdogs would think it was the dinner.

New trousers.

Wow.

Oscar.

Yeah, just to let you know, you can have your car back now if you want.

And what about that hooligan?

Will he get what's coming to him?

Cameron? Yeah, he'll be charged and sent back to his probation officer.

We will no doubt mollycoddle him.

Oh, hold on. I don't suppose you want a dog, do you? It's a nice little peek

at... No, of course I don't.

Well, he can eat.

You give him one away?

Well, I'm trying to.

Otherwise my auntie Peggy's going to shoot her.

All right.

I'll take it off you.

Go on, then.

Sorry, it's a bit of a funny colour.

She's great.

You mean I can just have her?

Keep her?

My own dog, like?

Yeah, she's all yours.

So, what are you going to call her, then?

Her name's Lassie.

That'll be seven quid, you old me constable.

Well, you can't put the price on happiness, can you, lads?

Who are you selling?

We know her name. She won't be difficult to find.

What's up with you?

Nothing. What have you given her?

It's all eggs, is it?

Not eggs, David.

No. A .C. Younger has been caught pushing drugs.

The career's over before it's even begun. Not only will you get us killed,

you'll get us nicked to boot.