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

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

Good morning.

Don't insult me.

Ruptures are strictly for second visits.

Rex! Rex!

Yes, Mum?

I heard a bump.

Nothing to worry about. I'll be up in a minute.

What do you want?

The money.

What else?

I can't get the money.

I'm mostly set to faulty.

Why do you think you got them so cheap?

Well, the customers won't pay rental if they tell you they're useless.

So amend them.

Just like that.

I'll put them in homes all north riding. Your problem. Now, give.

Well, maybe I could get the money in in a week or two. I want it today.

Because if I don't, my boss will have me throwing stuff like his Christmas

turkey. Rick!

I'll be calling...

Rex!

Whatever's going on?

What? I heard voices.

No, no, only me.

Well, hurry up, or your egg will be set like concrete.

Sylvia?

You're really getting into this singing, like, aren't you?

Well, I'm not saying I'm good enough to join the choir proper.

No, you'll leave that for others to say.

Precisely. Talent will out.

You see, I just thought you were belting out carols for charity, Alf.

Oh, don't fret, lad.

There'll be room for you when your voice breaks.

In the meantime, you can carry the collection box.

And you and all.

Well, I'm a bit busy, Alf.

Well, it's an aid of the kiddies' ward at the hospital. Nobody's too busy for

that. In fine voice this morning, Alf.

Oh, thank you, Sarge. I think I could be in line for a solo.

I'm impressed.

Very likely something from the Messiah.

The trumpet shall sound, perhaps.

Yeah, that's about right.

You'll have to make sure your teeth are fastened for that, Alf.

What's it got to do with you?

Your musical education stopped with Johnny Kidd and the Pirates.

Now, before you clock on to your beats...

Division have warned us of a spate of lorry hijackings.

They've asked us to look out for stuff that's easy passed on this time of year.

Cigarettes, spirits, let's go goods, so... Eyes peeled.

All right.

Phil?

Yeah?

Where's your whistle and chain?

Oh, at home.

Came undone.

Make sure you have it on for tomorrow.

All right. Yes, Sarge.

What are you up to, Claude?

I am up to, as you put it, getting this box on that flaming lorry.

I couldn't have do with a couple of big, strong lads.

Couldn't we all?

What's in it?

Ah, a few bits and pieces.

I'm doing a clearance for Mrs Cunningham.

Oh, yeah?

Anything interesting?

Yeah. Hey, I've got three lovely bits of old Dalton in the cabin. Do you want to

have a look? Yeah.

Ah.

Go on.

Yeah, look.

That's, um...

That's a balloon cellar. That one's called... I can't read it. But they're

collector's pieces.

Yeah, I don't know. Me auntie Mary collects them. You know, the one that's

looking after Uncle George.

Do you think she might be interested in one?

Well, he's been asking me to get him a Christmas present for her.

I'll do you a good deal.

How much?

Mind you, it might include the price of the trust I want from lifting that box.

Just a second.

Sylvia. Hmm?

You know I said I was in a bit of a spot, money -wise.

You wouldn't happen to have any spare, would you?

Well, I've got a pound or two in my purse.

No, I need more than that.

Much more.

Well, Neville handles the money side of things, so I don't see how... No, no, of

course not.

Thought I'd ask on the off chance.

Rex?

Hmm? Haven't you forgotten something?

What? The telly, Rex.

Oh, aye.

Thank you, Simon.

I'm pleased you could come in.

I didn't want to discuss the situation in front of the others.

What situation? I'm always grateful to the volunteers who swell the choir for

the Christmas charity concert.

And first -timers like yourself are especially welcome.

Always a chance to give something back.

I mean, the children's ward were very good to my young nephew.

Yes, I know.

However, people still expect a certain standard from the choir.

Oh, of course.

And the sad fact is, Alf,

I'm going to have to let you go.

Go? Go where?

I'm afraid there isn't a place for you any longer in the choir.

Well, I thought I'd fit it in.

I even thought of giving up smoking.

Sorry, Alf.

Too late for that.

I see.

Has Rex Hawkins complained?

Is this his doing?

I'm the choir leader. I make the decisions.

I'm sorry, Alf.

Really, I am.

If the price is right, you'll have the balloon seller.

Oh, will we?

Fifteen quid be all right.

Oh, come on, Claude. You can do better than that.

All right, Alf.

See, this is not very well.

I'll take my 12, but I can't go lower than that without turning the brake

12 then, including post and packing.

You what?

Well, how else are they going to get it on time?

Yes, but he can't be in two places at once.

I'm sure he'll do his best to get round to you.

Another customer worried she'll miss the Queen's message.

I don't know why you don't just send the whole lot back.

I can't.

You can't? Why not?

If they've come faulty. I'll sort it out. Not before Christmas, you won't.

Mr Brodie.

Mr Brodie.

How are you?

Pretty fair.

Did you find the sales leaflet useful?

It's a lot of money.

Well, it always costs money to stay ahead in the field of technology, Mr

You sure that there's nobody else in the district got a colour telly? Yep, quite

sure. And if you decide to go ahead, you will still be the first.

Delivery before Christmas?

Guaranteed.

All right, then. It's a deal.

My pleasure.

Now, about my old black -and -white set.

Would you like to part -exchange it? No.

I was thinking of having it in my office at the warehouse.

Oh, a telly in your office. Now, that's very posh.

What, another first, do you think?

Very likely.

Excuse me.

Hello, Rex Rentals and Repairs. Can I help you?

Have you got it?

I'm sorry, I'm with a customer at the moment.

Have you got the money?

I'm afraid I can't talk at the moment.

Just tell me when to collect.

Right, bye. Thanks for calling.

Now, about that deposit.

A plant and a doghouse and a teddy.

Santa won't be able to carry all that lot.

He had lots of helpers.

Yes, I know.

The other boys and girls have to have presents too.

Sorry, Eileen, to keep you.

We're off, Nick.

You'll be seeing Rex Hawkins?

I should think so, yes.

Ask him to have a look at this for me. Knock off choir practice and nip

round.

Yeah. They won't miss him for a minute or two. Actually, he's the only one that

would be missed.

Oh? The choir leader. She can't take her eyes off him.

Like that, is it?

Poor Miriam.

She must know that he tries it on with all the women in the choir.

Or even the married women.

Especially the married ones.

It's the voice, you see.

The tenor.

Very soothing.

This is a democracy.

Ten points for Mr. Dexter. And we move to Mr. Lance Dawson and his subject is

marriage.

Married.

Favourite subject.

Remarkably, it's a very strange thing.

I've been married seven years now, but just like yesterday, we're not in a

terrible marriage together.

... ...

...

... ... ...

motor cars speaking to you for one minute, starting now.

Where were you?

Sorry I was busy.

Too busy to phone in today?

I didn't have a chance.

And how busy are you going to be in the future?

I've told you, it's that time of year.

Everybody's on my back.

I'll make it up to you.

Promise it, promise it.

On the word.

Ma 'am, about that money I mentioned earlier.

I haven't got any.

Oh, I just thought you said you might.

Forget it.

You might probably will then.

And to think I slapped Alf Ventress from the choir to please you.

Oh, don't.

Nonsense. He was putting everybody off. You wanted him out.

You made all the fuss.

You and your mother.

Well, there's obviously no talking to you tonight, then.

Uh,

Neville?

Could I have a word?

Oh, there's no need. I know I was late in the last number.

No, something else. About Sylvia. Oh?

I wondered if you'd noticed anything.

What, about Sylvia?

Well, she's had a bit of a cold.

Hasn't she been pulling her weight? No, no. In fact, she seems to be doing more

than her fair share.

Rex can be very persistent.

For the sake of the choir, she may be trying to humane.

Rex?

I'm not sure I... Harmony is my aim, Neville.

And sometimes I see things and hear things.

What things?

About how often your television set goes wrong.

Well, it does.

Does it? Yeah, all the time.

And you never wondered why?

I don't know how far it's gone.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm fond of you, Neville.

I don't want to see you made a laughing stock.

Deal with him.

Before it's too late.

Deal with him? Are you a man or a mouse, Neville?

Make it swift and make it sharp.

I'm sure that you can't stand much more of this.

I don't rise to it at all. First and last, a cop is a team man.

If she wants to get rid of you, it's her loss.

It was Rex Hawkins that put her up to it. Forget it. Keep singing in the bath.

It'll be a damn sight warmer.

What's up, Claude? Doesn't look as if you've made a hut and lost the rabbit.

No, it's not that.

What's the word?

Copper's Convention.

Scotch? No, only a little of it.

You made me Uncle George's day when I told him about the doper figure. He

have a clue what to get it.

That's what I wanted to see about.

I said to give you the cash and you'll reimburse me.

Don't tell me it's gone up.

No, no, no.

What's this?

Demanding money with menaces?

Pay up or you'll come in here more often.

Fair, fair, Mr Blake. I hope there was a real fair this time.

Is that right? Yeah.

Any chance of you getting lost in the post?

I'll make it a big one.

Not going already, Alf?

What's it to you?

Just step out of line once, and I'll have you.

You'd better do something about it, otherwise you can have

the flaming thing back.

I told you, you're not going to get a clear picture with an outside aerial.

You've got to get an outside aerial.

What? And get them knocking on the door wanting to see the license? That's it,

Coco. Just get it sorted, will you?

Well, time for home, I think.

Do you want to lift?

No, thanks. I think I'll walk.

See you in the morning, Jo.

Right. Bye.

Bye.

Oh, hello.

Can I get you a drink?

No, nothing for me, thanks.

I was watching you tonight.

Oh. Yeah, you should join the choir proper. I mean, all these Christmas

are all a good cause, but you're wasted.

Well, I'm busy at school.

Well, you should think about it.

And if you ever want any advice, you know, I'm always available.

Oh, good.

Because our telly's on the blink.

Right,

OK, I'm on.

Nick asked me to mention it.

Well, now you have. All right.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Right. Fine Christmas this is going to be.

He could have sung professionally.

He'll be singing again in no time.

He might never sing again, for all you know.

The question is, what are you doing about it? I was at the hospital last

and not a bobby in sight.

Are you sure somebody else was involved?

Well, of course I am.

Do you know anybody who might have a grudge against him?

You'd go a long way before you found anybody as popular as my son, Constable.

But there is no denying that his singing causes jealousy.

In the choir? In the choir and out of the choir.

Someone's trying to silence him.

And you can tell Sergeant Rowan that I want him brought to book.

How you doing, Rex?

Oh, he's in the pink.

What did he look like?

Your mother's asked us to investigate an assault.

Can you tell me what happened?

I tripped.

You tripped?

I must have had too much to drink.

It's dark round that side of the pub.

So no one else was involved?

No.

You got some pretty serious injuries there, Rex.

Are you sure you remember what happened?

Yeah.

Well, in that case, I'd better leave you in peace.

Is that it?

He said it was an accident, Mrs Hawkins.

An accident? My foot! Oh, Mum, leave it.

I am not leaving it.

Look, I'm sorry, but if Rex says no -one else was involved, I'm afraid there's

nothing I can do.

Can't you see?

He's too scared to say what happened.

Without a complaint, that's it. He is in no fit state to complain.

I'm complaining for him.

It doesn't work like that.

Very convenient, seeing as it was one of yours who did it.

You what?

Ask Alf Ventress. I'm saying them all. But if you don't investigate this

properly, I shall make an official complaint.

What do you mean you can't accept it?

Well, it's coming apart already.

You've got no right to refuse it.

I've got every right to refuse it.

I'll take it to another flaming post office. Well, we've all had the head

directed. If I dare say the response will be the same.

Well, if you're all right, you.

Hello.

I remember when this used to be a post office.

Was that Ron Cole? Yeah.

Him.

Wish him a happy new year.

Happy? Oh, hectic. I tell you, coppering's a doddle compared with a

pole.

How are things with you?

I'm trying to find out who dumped Rex Hawkins last night. Oh, don't look at

I was nursing a nightcap at the bar.

Was Alf with you?

Alf?

No, he'd gone by then.

How long before?

Oh, five minutes, probably more.

Take a seat.

So how comes he was still outside when it happened?

I've no idea.

He weren't much company, I tell you that.

He'd been sacked from the choir, reckoned it was Rex Hawkins who'd got

bullet.

Was he angry?

Of course he was.

You can't think outdid it.

No, but I understand why Rex's mother thinks he did. I mean, he was there and

had a motive.

Well, wasn't it Maggie Bolton who was first on the scene?

Yeah. Didn't she see anyone?

No, she thought she had a motorbike.

Ah, that's interesting.

Is it? Yeah.

Brings a much more familiar name into the frame.

Lol Baxter.

I thought it was inside.

No, he's out.

I saw him riding through Aidensfield yesterday, last night, when I went into

pub. I saw his bike parked nearby.

I'd noted the number earlier.

Old habits, eh, Sarge?

Hello, Miriam.

What can I do for you?

I've come to apologise.

About yesterday.

There's no need for apologies, Miriam.

At Christmas, I do say all comers welcome, and I should have stuck to my

Now I'm here, cap in hand, to ask you back.

Back? Yes.

Say you will.

Please, Alf.

Well, yes, of course.

Thank you, Miriam.

Hello, Sergeant.

Good afternoon.

Is there a problem?

Oh, no.

No, I just popped in to see Constable Ventress.

Well, while you're here, can I ask a few questions?

Yes, yes, of course.

Would you like to come through?

So you were after Gold Solo, were you?

Who ambushed him, Miriam?

I have no idea.

Did you throw Alf out of the choir just to please Rex Hawkins?

Of course not.

But now Rex is sidelined, you've asked him back again.

You know, I'm sure this will all blow over.

Well, no, it won't, Miriam.

Not now there's a policeman involved.

Alf?

You think Alf has altered him?

No, but for his sake, we need to find the guilty party.

Don't tell me that's not good enough. You need a crowbar to go in there.

I'll just weigh it.

Try and keep your thumb off the scales and all. It already weighs more than it

should, thanks to you.

Four and sixpence.

Four and six?

I'd need somebody riding shotgun for that much.

Well, it's up to you, Greengrass.

Next. All right, here.

Here. Four and six. Just make sure it gets there before Christmas.

I mean this one.

Well, Blaketon said you'd have to parv a good five minutes before it happened.

So why were you still in the car park?

Well, I was sat in the car with the heater running, waiting for the windows

defrost.

OK. What then?

Well, the heater wasn't making much headway, so I got out to scrape the

windscreen. I heard the screaming.

Go on.

Well, I ran over to where Maggie was stood, looking in the cellar. Then

came out of the pub and we all had a gulp.

That was it.

All right, then, Alf.

Am I suspended, then?

No.

Well, just for the other side of Christmas.

No. And it won't help if you keep referring to Rex Hawkins as that double

-ing little chiseler who sells diggy tellies.

Right, Sarge.

Mike, contact division. Get a photo of Lowell Baxter. Show it to Gina. See if

was in the pub the night Hawkins got assaulted.

Sarge.

Well, I can do that, Nick.

Um, Sarge?

Well, I'm sure he can cope.

Right.

Well.

What? All got a bit out of hand, hasn't it?

What are you talking about?

Rex's little accident.

Well, don't expect me to be sorry.

He had it coming to him, one way or another.

Have you talked to Sylvia?

No, not yet.

You must, now that you've seized the initiative.

Rex is playing it cool, but his mother's set on hunting you down.

Me? Why?

For ruining her Christmas.

Rex is in no state to make his star contribution.

But that's got nothing to do with me.

I realise things have gone beyond what you intended, Neville, but innocent

parties are suffering.

What? You can't let Alf Ventress carry the can. He could lose his job and his

pension.

You've got it all wrong, Miriam. I don't think so.

Don't funk it now, Neville.

Make a clean breast of it to Sylvia.

I think you'll find she's quietly impressed.

Long time no see, lul.

Tuesday we're visiting if you're that bothered.

Nice bike.

What are you doing up here?

Thought you were the big town boy now.

The uncle's short of a farmhand.

I'm mostly paying you in sweet fresh air.

The name Rex Hawkins mean anything to you, does it?

Tell him, man.

What about him?

He was assaulted the night before last outside the Adenfield Arms.

Your bike was seen in the vicinity.

So?

You might have seen something.

Oh, somebody.

Sorry. No.

All right, if you go now.

I saw him drink up, so I went out to the gents and then out the back.

How much did you have to drink?

Oh, not much.

It was anger that made me do it.

And fear.

Fear that I'd lost the most precious thing in my life.

Tell me what happened.

Well, I hid in the shadows until he came out.

Then I grabbed him, swung him round and punched him.

Where?

Round the back of the pub.

Where on his body?

I don't know. It was dark.

I swung a punch and he gasped.

A knife head.

That's with Sylvia.

So he might have known who you were?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Go on.

Well, he tried to run, but I held him.

Punched him again.

Did he shout for help?

He squealed like a stuck pig.

What did he shout?

Help me.

Leave me.

Help.

All that sort of thing.

I'm not proud of what I did, Sergeant.

I was an animal.

Neville Page!

Don't be ridiculous.

But he's admitted it.

He said he gave you a right pasting.

Rubbish. Why would he do it?

If they didn't fulfill you.

Look, can't we just forget all of this?

Well, I wish we could, but your mother still says that our ventress caused the

damage. If you want all this to go away, you best agree Neville's version of

events. I can't. I'll be a laughingstock.

Up to you.

Alternatively, you could tell me about Lowell Baxter.

Who?

Lowell Baxter.

Never heard of him.

Nope. What, so he wasn't in the pub then?

Not that nice or any other, as far as I can recall.

But we're getting pretty busy now, so I might be wrong.

Yeah, sure, of course.

Well, thanks anyway.

So you're going back down south for Christmas?

No, I've been volunteered for duty.

That's a shame.

Your family will be disappointed.

Oh, yeah.

Devastated, I should think.

And your girlfriend?

What girlfriend?

Oh.

I thought you probably left some unfinished business behind.

Ah.

So what are you doing about your Christmas dinner, then?

Oh, I'll probably just have something, you know, small and intimate.

For one.

Your what?

Your first Christmas in Aidensfield?

We can't have that.

Listen. I'll be chucking everyone out of here just before the Queen's speech.

So I'll expect you soon after.

OK? For what?

Christmas dinner.

Well?

What did she say?

She says I'm not fit enough to carry her solo.

We'll see about that.

Oh, there's someone here to see you.

Oh. I said you could be any time, but he insisted on waiting.

Hello, Rex.

I made Mr.

Baxter. A pot of tea might still be warm.

Now, I've got to go out.

All right?

Yeah, you've a long walk.

Be about an hour?

Oh, did you see Mr. Brodie's colour teller? He's arrived.

Yeah, fine.

Cheerio, Mr Baxter.

Nice meeting you, Mrs Hawkins.

You fingered me to the cops. No, no, never.

I swear it wasn't me. Swear it's the money.

I'll give you what I've got. Wrong answer.

Try again.

Eggs for place.

You've got to come quickly before he kills him.

Oh, not the commissary, no.

No, not the... You'd

better

come down to the station.

Why?

Make a statement.

I've got nothing to say.

Get your coat, Rick.

Do you know what you're doing here? It arrived like this.

Flip his neck.

Let me post off it.

Uncle George is going mad.

Well, he wants a replacement.

I haven't got one.

Well, what about the other two?

Oh, they're sold.

We'll have to have a refund then.

Well, you'll have to see Blaketon, won't you? I mean, it's their fault, not

mine. It just shows you can't trust anybody.

Well, you said you'd never heard of Lowell Baxter.

But he roughed you up before, didn't he? Outside the pub.

I'm saying nothing.

Lowell supplies the muscles for some heavy -duty villains, Rex.

What does he want?

Money?

He'll come back, you know.

If you owe his governor money, Rex, they're serious.

Talk to us.

We can help.

You can't.

He'll kill me.

I'll do that anyway.

Thank you. Thank you.

What have you got to say about this?

Well, what happened to it? I should have thought that were obvious.

It was damaged in the post, Mr Blaketon. Yeah, very.

Well, I find it hard to believe that the post office was responsible for this.

Sure you do. But you can't say it wasn't wrapped up properly, because a shop

full of customers will prove it.

We want compensation.

Hmm.

Well, I'll get in touch with head office.

Yeah, you want to. And it won't be peanuts, you know, because they stopped

making that model. It's what they call discontinued, so it's got rarity value

and all.

I bought about 30 tallies off him, but he was offering them for half price.

And where did he get them from?

I didn't ask.

Oh, right, and he didn't ask.

I paid him a deposit and I got the tellies out for rental.

But a lot of the sets were faulty and the customers haven't paid up.

So you're keeping Baxter waiting for the rest?

Is one of these TVs mine?

Yeah.

You rented the Sargent a stolen telly? I don't know they were stolen, do I?

What's Baxter planning on doing now?

He's given up trying to get the cash.

Now he's demanding payment in kind.

Such as?

Well, Jim Brodie, the wine and spirits wholesaler, he's bought Colatelli off

And he wants me to install his old black and white set in his office at work.

And while I'm there, Law wants me to get some information.

About what?

Delivery.

One moment, Rowdy.

Just a minute.

For God's sake.

Have you got it?

Right. What do I get out of this?

Can I walk away a free man?

Not free.

No. But at least you'll be able to walk.

Well,

now you shake it to the left. You shake it to the right. You do the hippie

shake, shake.

Greengrass. He had a word with your gaffers about my Dalton. I did.

If you don't mind me saying so, you're selling yourself short.

How do you mean? Well, I know you said it had a rarity value, but your piece of

Dalton is unique.

Unique?

Priceless to a collector, I'd say.

Priceless? You see, I tried picking it back together again, and I was amazed to

discover that your figure is a very clever lady.

I mean, not only does she sell flowers and balloons, she's also got three heads

and wears two frocks.

I mean, she's quite a character.

Where does that leave us?

Well, it leaves me sitting pretty.

And it leaves you charged with attempting to obtain money by false

You can't.

Why not?

Because.

You've got no evidence, have you? Unless you've got a lot of glue.

I've had it with you, Greengrass. Now pick it up and get out.

You can keep it as a present.

Merry Christmas.

Keep him on his own. He

might stop his mates telling us about the other hijacks.

Do you think we should bring Rex Hawkins in now? He must have known what was

going on. Well, that's for the court to decide.

Our lives wouldn't be worth living if we didn't get him bailed.

What do you mean?

Well, who else isn't going to repair all the trellis in time for the Queen's

message?

I waited all day for you to come and let me tell you. You were known.

So did I.

I can't talk.

There he goes.

Sit there, woman. Draw the flaming curtains.

Hello.

No, he isn't.

Yes, he does know about it and he'll come out as soon as he can.

He's out! What is it?

Oh.

Hello, Mr Brodie.

Hey, thought you were volunteering for the whole of Christmas Day.

They'll ask for a couple of hours' relief.

Something came up.

Yeah? An invitation.

Anybody I know?

Yeah, probably.

Mr Hawkins!

What can I do for you?

I've broken my bail conditions.

Oh.

Yeah, I'd just rather admit it now, you know.

Get it over with.

Get what over with?

Whatever's coming to me. Oh, jail.

The slammer.

Solitary. And what bail conditions have you broken, exactly, then?

Why does it matter?

I've abandoned my fixer boat, and I'm going to skip the country.

All right, and you've come here to tell us that, have you?

Have you been drinking, Mr Hawkins?

Yes. Yes.

Drunk as a skunk and driving a van.

What do you say to that?

Well, I say, why don't you go and lie down somewhere quiet?

Oh, for heaven's sake, you cretin, that's what I'm asking you for.

Will that do?

That will.

the looks of it.

What's the ref done again?

Well, Brady acted a little bit, but he was brought down.

Do you like your solicitor?

So I can get out of here before Christmas?

It's your privilege.

Forget it.

Sweet dreams.

You can't please some people. Can I have a sip of my own?

That's it.

It's gone.

I'll accept these.

Throw a one, two, three, four or five.

And I give you a good hiding, right?

What happens if I throw a six?

It's Christmas, isn't it?

If you throw a six, you get to throw again.

Oh.