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

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in my memory?

A single to Aidensfield, please.

Perhaps the paper chains will look better over the windows.

No. No, they'll be fine. I don't want you to pin anything.

Well, go carefully with that paint.

Oh, some studs.

Told you before, this is a duty room, not some sort of defensive redoubt.

Get this stuff out of here. It is Christmas, Sarge. Yes, I know it is

I'd like to get through the festivities without losing an eye. Well, can't we at

least keep the paper change, Sarge?

Not very well.

But get rid of this herbaceous border.

Take you the mistletoes out, then.

Excuse me.

Are you free?

Oh, I... Do you know where Dr. Tricia Somerville is? Oh, yeah. Well, my

Dr. Somerville, she's my doctor.

So she'll be at surgery now.

Could you take me there, then, please?

Oh, right.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Tricia?

Tricia?

Conway. I knew that the moment I saw you.

What are you doing up here?

I was worried about you. I thought you were in the West Indies or somewhere.

That's what people are supposed to think.

Look, I'm just glad you're all right.

Look, give me two minutes to finish up. You go through there. I'll be right with

you, OK? OK.

We weren't planning on festooning the place with them Chinese lanterns, I

Hardly appropriate for a funeral parlor, even if it is Christmas.

Bernard!

What I am planning is making a small killing out of these as I got them at

bargain basement price.

I don't suppose you fancy taking a couple off me hands, do you, wild stocks

You don't suppose quite right.

I'd be surprised if anybody were around here.

You know, that's the difference between us, Bernard.

For you, the glass is half empty.

For me, the glass is always half full.

As long as somebody else has paid for it.

Bernard.

Why don't you try and get a bit of cheerful optimism into your work?

You'd double your trade, you know.

Well, there's something else there isn't much demand for.

Cheerful undertakers.

So, is it all true?

What, that I had an affair with him? Yeah.

Yeah, that looks true.

But that I was some sort of cool girl? No.

None of that's true, whatever the papers say.

Do you mind talking about it?

No, not at all.

Well, we met at a club in the West End, one of those very expensive ones where

you practically have to take out a mortgage to buy a bottle of champagne.

The great trick being to get somebody else prepared to buy it for you.

And he was that someone?

Yes.

Yes, he was always generous, also rich, charming and incredibly good -looking

for a man of his age.

Not to mention being tipped as the possible future leader of the party. I

dazzled. Albert?

So what went wrong?

Nothing at first.

I was in love with him and I thought he was in love with me.

He told me that his marriage was dead in the water, but it never seemed to be

politically expedient to end it.

And then one day he rang me out of the blue to tell me that a couple of the

Sundays had got on to our affair, so it would be better if we ended it.

For the sake of his political future, presumably?

Mm -hm.

That's about it, yes.

Well, the rest of it, I'm sure you've read all about it, the fact and the

fiction. So what brought you up here?

Well, I had to get out of London until things died down.

And then I thought of you, in your remote little corner of Yorkshire. It

perfect. So here I am.

You can put me up over Christmas, can't you?

Well, yes and no.

Yes, of course I can, but if you stay here, you'll have to sleep on the

The spare room's only half -decorated and there's no bed in it yet.

Oh, I see.

On the other hand, the pub in the village lets out rooms. It's cheap and

cheerful, but the landlord's a friend. You might prefer to stay there.

That sounds fine.

You're bound to be recognised the minute you walk in there.

Aidensfield's a long way from London, and even journalists aren't that keen on

working over Christmas.

If I can just lie low here until the holiday ends, then that's all the time I

need.

For what?

To make other arrangements.

Right.

She didn't realise.

You're probably missing the bug.

Don't look now.

Somebody's about to try and sell you something.

We'll be wasting his time, Jane, and take my word for it.

Oscar!

Just think what a couple of strings of these would do to cheer this place up.

We've got enough decorations already, thanks.

So you're not doing anything special, then, for the old folks' dinner you're

laying on?

How do you mean?

Oscar, these lights.

They twinkle.

Twinkle, do they?

How much?

To you, Oscar, 15 bob.

And believe me, I'm probably robbing myself of that price.

That'll be the day.

Right, if I do take a box, will you shove off and leave me in peace? Your

is my command.

That told him.

It's almost been here, all right.

They've obviously made their way through the edge over there. A bloke by the

look of these prints.

I'd better go and check on Miss Turner.

No, but I definitely heard someone out in the back garden. And Peggy, well, she

certainly reacted as though there was someone there.

Look, Miss Turner, are you sure she hasn't just gone off?

She's a fully trained guide, Doc.

She wouldn't do that.

Well, I'm sure she hasn't gone far.

Don't worry, Miss Turner, we'll find her for you.

Just be on the safe side. Better keep your doors locked.

I think I've been conned.

You've got a visitor.

Who?

Councillor Joyce Jowett. Oh, no.

What have I done to deserve this?

Ah, Councillor Jowett. What a pleasant surprise.

I'm here about the old people's Christmas lunch.

Oh, you got your invitation, then?

Personally, I would have preferred to use the village hall.

Well, there's just the one problem with the village hall, isn't there? It's a

bit like having a party in an air raid shelter. You know I'm the new chairman

the finance committee, which will be funding this event.

Oh, yes.

It was on the BBC News, wasn't it?

And we still haven't seen a menu.

Oh, well, I'll get one sent round to you. It's a very original menu this

you know.

Turkey, roast potatoes, Brussels sprouts and stuffing.

Merry Christmas.

What's Bodicea up to now, Oscar?

Ah, she's just throwing her weight around. Now she's the new chairman of

local finance committee.

Finance? Really?

Oscar,

this is an old friend of mine, Heather Conway.

Ah. whose face I feel sure I've seen somewhere before.

Have you been spending Christmas with me and need a room over the holiday?

Ah, well, you've come to the right place.

Also, a bit of privacy, if that's possible.

Oh, I see.

Your secret is safe with me, Miss Conway, for as long as it lasts.

I managed to trace her to Thrasher's with me.

Yorkshire.

Somerby.

Well, where did she fit in?

Well, If she's a doctor, she's not going to be that hard to find.

Morning, Mr. Hanson. Morning. Is there anywhere around here I can hire a car?

Certainly is.

Where?

Thank you.

You wouldn't happen to know if there's a Dr.

Summerby practicing around here? Not in Ashfordly, no.

Right. But there is a doctor of that name down in Aidensfield.

And how far is that from here?

Just a few miles.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

We try.

So, there's no sign of this dog, then?

Afraid not.

Could have been children, I suppose?

Could have been. If it had have been, I would have thought the dog would have

returned by now. And there were footprints from a prow there.

All right, spread the word.

Don't ever want to keep their eyes open.

Hey,

hi. Brown eyes that seem to say Stay a while, I want to play

Could you, could you do please stop? He's a lonely fluff in a Christmas shop

Can I ask you a question, Councillor?

What is it that's missing from all our lives over in Aidensfield this

What are you suggesting?

A focal point for our community spirit.

Or to put it more succinctly, a Christmas tree.

It seems most of the villages around have one.

Bit late for that now, I would have thought.

Ah, now that's where I beg to differ.

I happen to be in a position to be able to supply one.

A 25 -foot tree with lights, of course.

Not those awful Chinese things you've been flooding the village with. Good

no, Mrs. Jowett.

The ones I'm talking about are the real McCoy, direct from my supplier in

Blackpool, who also supplies much of the gear for the illuminations.

Really? And obviously there will have to be a ceremonial switch -on, with all

the local press in full attendance.

And the most obvious person to perform the ceremony would be your good self,

Councillor.

After all, Councillor Blaketon will be getting all the credit for the old

Christmas party, even though it was your committee who financed it.

All right, Mrs. Cripps.

I'm listening.

Dr. Summonby's surgery?

Is Heather there, please?

Heather?

I'm sorry, there's no one of that name here.

Who's speaking, please?

There is evidence that there was some sort of prowler up at her cottage, but

whether the two events are connected, it's difficult to say.

It's just so awful that it should happen at Christmas.

I mean, she's no family to speak of, as far as I know. At least she would have

had Peggy for company.

Whatever can be done is being done. You know that, Tricia.

I know.

Of course, what would help would be a photograph of Peggy.

It's funny you should say that.

There's a man called Hanson who'd like a word.

What about?

He won't say, but I'm sure it's that man who rang asking for Heather.

I recognise the voice.

OK, show him in.

Come through, will you?

Please sit down, Mr Hanford.

Thanks.

How can I help?

I'm trying to get in touch with a mutual friend of ours.

A mutual friend of ours?

Heather Conway.

I understand she's staying with you at the moment.

Oh.

I can't imagine how you got that impression, Mr Hanson.

More to the point, I have no friend of that name.

Oh, I see.

I've obviously got the wrong Dr Somerby, then.

Nothing urgent, I hope, that you have to get in touch with her about, I mean.

I just heard she was in the area, that's all, and I thought I'd say hello.

Like I said, we're old friends.

You're going to find Christmas up here pretty quiet after a drink in London,

Heather. Well, believe me, Gina, after what I've been through recently, a bit

quiet sounds most attractive.

Hi. Hi, Phil.

And you're going to introduce us, then, Gina?

Phil, this is Heather.

Heather Phil. Hello, Phil.

Hi. And watch what you say, you're the copper.

Oh, really?

You, er, just passing through, are you?

As a matter of fact, she's staying with us over Christmas.

Oh, really?

Do you know, I have a feeling I know you from somewhere.

No.

I can't for the life of me think from where.

Can I have a word upstairs?

Yeah, excuse me.

I definitely know that girl's place from somewhere.

Oh, put your tongue in, Phil, before someone trips over it.

You look like Rin Tin Tin.

Yes, sir, what can I get you? Half a bit, please. Half a bit, coming up.

Tell me, you wouldn't happen to have a girl called Heather staying here, would

you? Heather?

I don't think we've got any Heathers staying here, have we, Oscar?

Not that I know of.

You ain't gonna make it.

So sorry, Phil.

How clumsy of me.

Come round here, I'll get you the towel.

Oh, it's so difficult these days, getting decent stuff.

So, what would be your interest in this, um...

Heather person. Well, between you and me, I'm a journalist, actually.

Really? And if anybody was able to tell us where we could find this Heather,

let's just say we'd make it worth his while.

In fact, very worth his while. And does this Heather have a second name?

Conway. Heather Conway?

No, not the Heather Conway. The one whose picture is in all the papers.

that's the one.

Well, I'll certainly keep my eyes peeled.

Having said that, I'm sure I would have known if...

She'd walked in here.

Hanson, that's what he said. Does it ring any bells?

No, but then that doesn't mean anything.

Look, just to warn you, there's a bloke downstairs from the press, name of

Hanson. He's asking if there's a Heather Conway stopping here.

I can't stay here.

Looks like my sofa will have to do.

Have the other half.

Cheers. From the house.

The one and only.

You should see her off.

She makes Elizabeth Taylor look like Jack Palance.

What's she doing in Aidensfield?

Hiding from the press.

So keep it to yourself, cos if Gina finds out I've told anyone, she'll have

guts for garters. What's Gina got to do with it?

Well, she's in on it.

Her and Oscar.

And, um, whatever you do, don't tell Tom from out there.

Because if he finds out about it, he'll probably go around and... Are

you

sure this is just about avoiding the press?

What else?

Well, if Hanson is a reporter, he's certainly tenacious.

Believe me, Tricia, you've no idea. You... You can't even take a bath

someone trying to stick a camera through your window. It's like... It's like

some sort of nightmare.

I'm sure.

Hi. Hi. Come in.

Oh, this is great, Trish.

I've brought one of the lads over to the local evening paper to do a piece on

it. Thanks, Mike.

That's okay, and this is just what he needs. But if it's to make this

edition, I'd better get over there straight away.

Look, Trish, don't worry.

You'll find her.

I promise.

You can take him back to the rubbish.

There you go.

Good of you to join me.

You just met the lynch mob.

They practically underfeed you with people returning these duff lanterns. If

you've got a problem, replace them.

They're replacements. They want replacing.

Well, don't worry about it, Bernard. I've got bigger fish to fry.

Why is it my heart sinks when you say things like that?

I've got to find a 25 -foot Christmas tree. And David, in a flash of

inspiration, reminded me that Lord Ashfordly has a wood full of them.

Not to mention a trigger -happy gamekeeper called Reed and sundry man

dogs. Come along, David.

I hope you're not thinking of pinching one.

Bernard, I shall treat that remark with the contempt it deserves.

Two more calls while you're out requesting home visits, along with a

already got to make. Here's a list.

Heather. No, you go. I'll be fine. I can help Jenny put up the decorations.

OK, thanks. See you later. Bye -bye.

Christmas time, a Christmas tree With a happy family Pity

him, he's got no pop He's a lonely pup in a Christmas shop

What's that dog doing in here, Mr Sands?

It's my girlfriend, Mrs Paxton.

Well, she's gone into hospital and asked me to look after it for her.

It's only over Christmas.

No, I'm sorry, Mr Sands. I think I did make it quite clear when I let you have

the room. Absolutely no pets of any kind. Of course you did, Mrs Paxton, but

you could just stretch a point for once, please. She's a good dog, fully house

-trained and everything, aren't you, Peg?

Oh, very well. It can stay till after Christmas is over, but after that you'll

have to make other arrangements.

Of course I will.

Thanks a lot, Mrs Paxton.

Hello?

Hi, Tom. I'll just get your prescription.

Hello?

Tom Nicholson.

And you are? Heather.

It's a nice name.

Sort of fragrant.

Heather's staying with us over Christmas.

I'm sorry, Tom. She's still not signed it yet.

Don't worry. I'll call back.

In fact, it'll be a pleasure.

See you later.

They've given us a pretty good show, Sarge. Well, let's hope it doesn't

on us, Bradley.

Backfire, Sarge? This sort of publicity is all very well. I mean, let's hope it

does jog the competitive memory, but what if it doesn't?

If the dog isn't found, everyone will know who to blame, won't they?

So, we'd better find it quickly, wouldn't you?

David!

Oh, yes, very nice, very nice indeed.

Just what the doctor ordered, David.

Right, whenever you're ready.

Oi!

Ah, Mr Reed.

Now, we wouldn't be here, of course, without seeking official permission from

good friend, Lord Ashfordly.

And we did call by the office, but unfortunately Lord Ashfordly's away for

Christmas, which puts us in a bit of a cleft stick.

I mean, here's the village in need of a Christmas tree, and here's Lord

Ashfordly not here. So in Lord Ashfordly's absence, I can't really see

any alternative course of action.

Unless, of course, you as Lord Ashfordly's representative...

feel that we could come to some mutually satisfactory financial agreement?

Right, let me come back.

And your dress.

Great, thanks.

Goddess, Alf.

A goddess.

But classy with it as well.

And does she have a name, this vision of loveliness?

Heather.

Oh, really?

Apparently she's staying at Trish's all the Christmas.

Yeah, don't tell Phil.

He'll only go round and start making a fool of himself.

Got you.

You've not said anything to him about, er, you know what?

Not a word, Phil.

Not a word.

I hope you did pay for that.

Bernard, you are looking at a man that has just lost an arm and a leg.

David, that's the address over at Ashfordly. I want you to nip over and

them coloured lights.

Right, Mr Burden.

I've heard you told Councillor Mrs Jack they've come from Blackpool.

Which they probably did, Bernard.

Once upon a time.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock.

Jingle around the clock.

Mix and mingle in a jingle and beat.

That's the jingle bell rock.

What makes you think it's the dog we're looking for?

Well, the one that's gone missing is called Peggy, right?

Well, he called this one Peg.

Right, Mr. Paxton, I'll have a little look round, if that's all right.

Let me know if he comes back.

And I'll hold on to this, if that's all right.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock.

Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time.

In the frosty air, what a bright time.

It's the right time to rock the night away.

Jingle bell time is a swell time to go gliding in the one

horse sleigh.

Giddy up, jingle horse, pick up your feet.

Jingle around the clock.

Next to me.

There we are.

That's it.

You wouldn't happen to have a room going over the next couple of nights, would

you? No, but maybe don't take paying guests over the Christmas period.

Sorry about that.

Oh, David!

You got them, then?

Oh, yeah, I've got them, all right.

Great.

I don't suppose you would know anywhere I could stay over Christmas, do you?

Stay here?

They don't take paying guests over Christmas.

Since when?

You want to see the one they've got booked in now.

She's a cracker.

Really?

This wouldn't be by any chance, would it?

Yeah, that's the one.

When you're ready, Oscar.

Two scotches and half a shandy, please.

Victor Sands came out of prison six weeks ago. What was he in for? Petty

offences, a bit of shoplifting.

Nothing violent?

Anything but.

According to the governor, he was quite a shy character. Got kicked out of home

by his stepfather, left to fend for himself.

He was one of those people who didn't seem able to make friends. In fact, his

only real friend inside was a dog.

A dog?

Yes, Sarge, he was one of a group of prisoners involved in an experimental

rehabilitation scheme, working with and training potential guide dogs.

He got quite distressed when the scheme came to an end and the dog was taken

away from him.

I think I've seen.

This boy gets out of prison and has no one to spend Christmas with except his

old friend Peggy the dog.

Quite such.

Sergeant Craddock.

Sergeant Craddock, yes.

Oh, hello, Mr Reid.

Well, B .C. Bradley's here with me now. I'll hand you over to him. It's Lord

Ashfordly's gamekeeper.

You, Ensign? Who are you? Harry Parker.

And I'll answer questions from now on. Where is she?

Can you describe the man you saw?

He was 20, slim, black hair.

I've seen him three or four times now.

I'm just sorry I haven't managed to grab him for you.

Pretty slippy character, obviously.

He certainly doesn't want to be caught. How did you know he was there?

I didn't.

But his dog barked. He must have heard his before he did.

Right. Thanks very much for your time, Mr Reid. It's been most helpful. If we

can't catch him, we might be able to catch his dog.

Just up to the town hall to see Councillor Jowett.

Right, Mr Burnham.

Don't you realise, my friend, you're doing...

So what exactly do you have in mind, then?

That's nothing to do with you. Now, look. No, you look.

You've done your bit by finding her.

And I'm here to finish the job off. All right.

Sort that lady out.

Peggy!

Come on, girl!

Peggy!

Peggy!

Oh, it's no use. She's not here.

Peggy, heal!

No! Heal!

Peggy! Come here!

No, Constable Bradley!

It's all right, Emma.

Now listen to me, Vic.

This is pointless.

There's no way you'll be allowed to keep her.

She's Miss Turner's guide dog. She needs her.

Come on.

Return her now, and there's no harm done.

No, we could say that you just borrowed her for Christmas.

Couldn't we, Constable?

What do you say, Vic?

Yes, you have.

Wait for me.

Can I help you?

Yeah. You can ask Heather to step back for a wee for a minute.

Unless, of course, you... Heather!

That's right.

Sorry, I'm afraid there's no one of that name here.

Of course there isn't.

But if you should just happen to bump into anyone answering to it, just tell

them this from me, will you?

She knows what we want.

She knows we're going to get it, one way or the other.

So if she's got even half a brain inside that pretty little head of hers, I

suggest she uses it.

After all, we wouldn't want anybody getting hurt now, would we?

And that's a threat, is it?

Think of it as very sound advice.

And if I should bump into this person, who shall I say gave her this advice?

Call me Harry.

All my friends do.

And tell her she's got one hour to get in touch.

I'll be down at the pub in the village.

If you try to run, follow her.

All right, Heather, what is going on here?

And this time the truth, please. The whole truth.

Aylesfield Police.

Oh, hi, Tricia.

No, he's not at the moment, but I'll expect him back any minute.

What's the matter?

Don't panic.

Stay where you are.

As soon as he gets here, we'll be around there, OK?

Some sort of problem is there, officer?

I believe the official phrase is, helping police with their inquiries,

Now tell him what you just told me.

Well, it started with a photograph I found on his desk one day of my famous

boyfriend on a beach in Spain with certain equally well -known faces from

East End.

Gangsters? Yes.

Go on.

So when I asked him about them, he simply laughed it off and said that they

old friends from way back and he just happened to bump into them.

I see.

So I thought no more about it until one day he turned up at my flat with a

package that he said he wanted to leave with me.

His story being that he'd already been burgled twice and so he thought it would

be safer with me.

And did he say what was in this package?

No, but I looked and found that it was full of records, financial records.

Of what?

Of certain business transactions that he'd been involved in with the people in

the photograph.

which naturally suggested that they were more than just friends.

So what did you do?

As requested.

Until he suddenly finished with me.

And I still had the documents with me. And then he called, demanding them back.

And I just couldn't even bear hearing his voice on the phone. And I told him I

didn't know what he was talking about. I know it was stupid.

And that's when I started to get funny phone calls.

Not to mention sinister men hanging around my flat at all times of the day

night.

One of which is our friend Harry from earlier.

Why didn't you go to the police in London?

And tell them what?

That my ex -boyfriend, the politician, had set his gangster friends onto me.

I couldn't prove he had.

Anyway, they hadn't actually done anything illegal.

So that's why I cut and ran.

But I've still got the documents with me.

And?

What about this other character, Hanson, the bloke sitting outside at the

moment? Where does he fit in?

I have no idea.

Well, we'd better go and ask him, hadn't we?

So, what's all this about, Mr. Hanson?

I'm a humble private detective.

All I know is I was paid to trace her.

By whom? I don't know.

You don't know who paid you? I was approached by somebody on behalf of

else, all right? And that somebody else wouldn't just so happen to be a certain

politician, would it? As I've already said, I don't know.

What's all this?

I should go, Tricia.

Go? Where?

Back to London.

You've been a good friend and all I've brought you is trouble.

Well, Heather, that's what friends are for, to be there for you when you're in

trouble. These people are dangerous.

Somebody could get seriously hurt and I'd never forgive myself.

But you're safer here than you would be back in London alone.

But it isn't fair on you.

In fact, it was very selfish of me even turning up here in the first place.

Like I said, that's what friendship's about, isn't it?

Tell us about this accomplice of yours, Mr. Hudson.

If by accomplice you mean the bloke I was with.

All I know is I was told to meet him at Ashville East Station this morning,

which I did.

Until then, I'd never kept eyes on him before.

But you do know his name, presumably.

Parker.

Harry Parker.

Did you also know he threatened Miss Conway at the surgery today?

I know he went to see her, but I didn't know that, no.

Well, according to Miss Conway, Harry Parker's mixed up with a bunch of

gangsters. Did you know that, Mr. Hanson? No, I swear.

But it doesn't surprise you.

No.

Not really.

Why is that?

Because of something he said in the car coming over here.

About finishing the job and sorting her out once and for all.

As I've already said, all I did was find her.

Well, let's have a court feed it that way.

Right now, Miss Conway's safety is top priority. Wouldn't you agree?

And again.

That way another double, Melissa.

Like I said.

Oh, keep the change.

Oh, thanks.

Listen, can you do me a huge favour?

Oh, well, of course, if I can.

There's a man waiting for me at the Aidensfield Arms. His name is Harry.

Can you give him this and tell him Heather sent it?

All right.

All right.

Right, aye.

Thanks, David.

Bye, then.

Bye.

Excuse me.

You're Harry, aren't you?

What of it?

It's nothing. It's just I was told to give you this.

Where did you get this?

Oh, it were that pretty lady.

Heather, I think her name is.

I've just dropped her off at the station. Made me taxi -like.

What was all that about, eh?

Peppa?

Mike, it's Tricia.

She's gone.

I don't know, the station, I think. She's taken her bag.

Look, you've got what you came for, so please leave me alone.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as that.

You see... Even a naughty girl inconvenienced a lot of

very important people.

And the way they see it, you know too much.

It's for your train, will it, doll?

Oi!

Tom, Craddock wants a word.

You should be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of a young child.

You wanted a word, Sarge?

Word? I didn't want a word.

Not another whiskey, though.

So what's going to happen to him?

Well, he was too hot for us to handle, so we handed him back to CID.

Well, you've certainly had a busy day, Constable.

It's so of you, Doctor.

I'm glad you found Emma's dog for it.

Thanks, it's so nice.

Merry Christmas, anyway.

Merry Christmas.

Mr. Bird, isn't he?

Thank you.

Thank you.