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

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

Well, now, let me tell you about the past.

The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys,

laughing girls and teasing boys.

Was I ever in love?

I called it love.

I mean, it felt like love.

There were no friends.

Good morning, Alfie Carr.

is ready.

Oh, thanks for the lift, Jeff.

You can go now.

Well, there's a few things I need, so I think I'll just nip to the village shop.

Yeah.

What's up with him?

When the moon hits the sky like a big pizza pie.

Oh, I'm all right.

Morning, Jeffrey.

What can I tempt you with?

Oh, excuse me.

Sorry, um, I'd like a jam to...

I'm

so sorry.

Don't know what came over me.

Oh, no. Don't serve him, Lucy. Not having jet food in my shop.

Did she pay for that loan?

Oi! Stop!

I'm here, you!

What's going on? Shoplifting.

Caught red -handed. This blue, mate, is proof positive.

Oh!

Fetch, Carol.

Quickly!

Have you thought about my offer, Gina?

Brian, you're sweating cobs.

This damn bug is going through the Gazette like a dose of salt.

Say you'll help me out, please.

What's all this, then?

He wants me to write the agony column for the Gazette.

Brian, look, I've told you it's not really my thing.

What's happened to dear Daphne?

Got herself pregnant.

Well, I hope she's married after the way she goes on.

Please, Gina, I can't write a whole newspaper on my own.

Brian... Does it took any fee?

Look, I'm in the same boat, but I do know someone who would be good at it.

Well... Yeah, that's true.

I was called the Marjorie Proops of the Maud.

Been called a lot of other things, too.

I wasn't talking about you, Peggy.

What, me?

Him? Yeah.

Don't be fooled by that modest face, you know.

Oh, David's wise in the ways of the heart.

All right, then.

How about a trial run, David?

250 words.

I'll come back tonight, see how you got on.

What?

Sorry, I need you to speak up.

15.

And you live at Throckton Grange with your guardian?

Please don't say anything.

I wasn't stealing, I had money.

I didn't realise I was still held in the loop.

Why did you run away?

He said if I don't behave, they'd come for me.

What do you mean?

Natalie, PC, Mason and I are just going to have a word outside, OK?

She's too thin, Joe, and naturally so, and her blood pressure's way too low.

That's probably why she fainted.

I'd say she's severely undernourished.

Any idea why?

Hard to say.

There are lots of conditions which result in food not being absorbed

She should have some tests.

Well, I doubt the shop will prosecute over a loaf.

Take her home, Carol, and have a word with a guardian.

I'm sure you can sort her out.

It's true.

David's writing the agony column.

Yeah, I could do that.

Dear Donald.

Hello.

Here, Lucy.

Auntie Martha sent me. She doesn't want any fuss about the stolen loaf.

And... And I thought you were wonderful, Geoffrey. The way you chased that girl.

So brave.

Oh, sorry.

Well, um, thank you for coming in, miss.

You've got a cold, lad.

No.

I don't understand it.

Every time I get close to her, I start sneezing.

Oh, perhaps it's nerves.

I had a chum once, Arthur Bolsover.

Every time he met his fiancée, his leg jerked.

She ended up being a nun.

You need to get out, Jack.

You should write to dear Daphne.

When your husband is horrible to you, when he's rude,

when he's rude to you, just tell him to... Not ask him to...

Just let him know how angry you... Angry.

How hurt.

How upset you are, and then tell him to...

I can't do this.

Shove over, will you?

Hey, I want to clean my shotgun.

Life doesn't stop, you know, just because you're trying to be an agony

You're just doing so horrible.

What do you know about affairs of the art?

You're going to look a right nit.

Right nit.

And Peggy, I'm going to put that kettle on and then you and me are going to have

a... Nice little chat.

Natalie?

Natalie!

I want these gypsies moved on.

They're on Lady Victor's land.

We've had them before.

Throckton Grange, you say? In the East Paddock.

This is very urgent. Lady Victor needs peace and quiet.

Lady Victor?

I haven't heard that name in ages.

A bit of a recluse, by all accounts.

And your name, sir?

Mr Edward Wilson, Lady Victor's representative.

Good morning, Mr Wilson.

Did Natalie make home all right?

Lady Victor's her guardian, isn't she?

Only there was a bit of trouble this afternoon.

The district nurse was a bit concerned about her. I was hoping that you could

shed some light.

I come here to report a serious incident.

Anything else is irrelevant.

Move those gypsies on tonight, or I shall contact the chief constable.

And heads will roll.

At Hotel Miller?

Throckton Granger's in my patch. I'll take care of it.

I'm sure you know the score.

This is private property.

You have to move on. We have children to feed.

I tell you what. Have your meal and then move on.

I'll check this paddock again in the morning.

Around nine o 'clock.

Okay?

Every time he sees me, he starts sneezing.

Oh, that's not very nice.

It doesn't do much for a girl's ego, that's for sure.

Do you short of asking him out myself? Then I might put him off.

Grab what you can while you can, Lucy.

Life's too short.

I don't know. People aren't always what they seem, are they?

If your husband is unfair to you again, why don't you both sit down and have a

nice cup of tea?

Then you can tell him how he's making you feel.

He might not even mean to upset you or even realise he's doing it.

It is always better to talk things out without fighting.

especially if the other person has a shotgun.

I told you, Brian.

Well, there's only 241 words. I couldn't find the other nine.

The job's yours.

Three letters a column, two columns a week, 15 shillings a column. Deal?

I'll drop the letters round in the morning. There's a bag full. You can

your pick.

If our David's an agony aunt, I'm Audrey Hepburn.

I've had a word with the gypsies, Mr Wilson.

They'll be gone by morning.

I suppose they'll have to do.

I'd like a word with Lady Victor.

She's asleep.

You left the house.

You sold my shillings.

You never, never leave the grounds alone. It's not safe.

You're the dad.

You know what happens to ungrateful little girls, don't you? Tell me.

The gypsies take them.

I was hungry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, eat your supper.

You said the gypsies would be gone by now.

I've just checked the east paddock. It's empty.

Well, they moved to the woods behind the lake. Are you always this ineffectual?

We're here to see Lady Victor on official business.

Well, you can't.

She's working.

Then we'll come in and wait.

Don't dawdle.

What are these?

Is this Olga Kaminska? Are you a student of the dance?

No, not really. You could call me an enthusiast. Ever since I saw my first

ballet. Magic happened.

Yes, it's not uncommon.

Madame danced with Nijinsky, you know.

1916, one of his last performances.

One of her first.

She was just 15.

Lady Victor Olga Kaminska?

Of course.

My mother dressed her her whole career.

When I'm small.

Madame, let me tie her ribbons.

This is all very interesting, but... Yes.

Yes, come.

Stand there.

Don't move.

Or make a sound.

Superb, isn't she?

Natalie will be a great artist, as I once was.

You have the eyes of a poet.

Diaghilev would have eaten you for breakfast.

I'm not sure I can do this, Aunt Polly. It's given me a terrible headache.

Well, now, what did you expect?

Hey, don't fret.

I'll give you a hand.

Oh, no, no.

No, you're not to touch these. I had to promise Mr Parkey.

Natalie is naturally thin and the dancing keeps her slender.

Her diet's extremely nutritious.

Madame knows what a dancer requires.

I'm sure she does.

But you're underweight for your height.

I'd like you to have some blood tests.

Absolutely not.

We mustn't interrupt her work.

Besides, Natalie hates needles.

A solicitor contacted us ten years ago, after her parents were killed.

Wilson can give you all the details. He and his mother dealt with it.

His mother was your dresser? Yes.

Natalie was five when she came here.

An enchanting little elf.

And from the first, she loved to dance.

This is all a misunderstanding, of course.

Natalie has no reason to steal. She is very well fed.

Wilson can show you her weekly diet chart.

One gives up many things to be a prima ballerina, Constable.

Good health cannot be one of them.

Tell me about your mum and dad.

She doesn't remember them.

Lady Victor's her mama now.

They adore one another, don't you?

Perhaps the theft of that loaf was a cry for help.

I met Freud once, you know, in 1932.

His personal hygiene was not what it might have been.

But his theories are best applied by experts, wouldn't you agree?

Not junior country policemen.

She might be happier if she went to school. If she was allowed friends her

age. Allowed?

Natalie is free as a bird. She dances because she is a born dancer.

And she understands the price.

Price? The sacrifices one must embrace to be the best.

One must feed the work with one's soul and one's heart's blood.

Only then is there a chance, a fragile chance, of being good enough.

And is she?

She will find out tonight.

Michael is coming.

Who's Michael?

Michael? Oh, Michael is a man who works magic.

Once he was my protege, but he has soared since.

He will do great things for her, for he will recognise that she is touched by

grace.

Our business is concluded, I think.

You have reported her alleged crime.

Your colleague has spoken to her.

You may leave the rest to me now.

For the time being, Lady Victor.

Show them out, Wilson. I was just talking to Mr Wilson about some blood

for Natalie.

I wish you would reconsider.

What's this?

What tests?

I strongly recommend it. Oh, very well. Whatever you think best.

Liaise with Wilson.

Thank you.

No, no!

No Don't you dare

cry There

was

a man

I lost them.

I've already told you.

They're in the woods by the lake, which you would know if you'd done your job

properly in the first place.

Natalie? What are they?

Have you been hitting her?

I've been teaching her.

I have had quite enough.

Would you leave now, please?

Go!

Something's very wrong here, Jo. Natalie has no parents, and Lady Victor's

hardly full of the milk of human kindness, is she?

Natalie needs someone who really cares about her.

Someone... Oh, I don't know.

Look, Carol, it isn't police business.

Not unless Natalie makes a complaint or your tests throw something up.

I'm off to sort some gypsies out.

OK.

Hey, David, listen to this.

Dear Daphne... What, I'm Peggy! No, no, no, listen!

Dear Daphne, I am a young policeman based in Ashfordly.

There's a girl I would like to ask out but every time I am close to her I

can't stop sneezing.

What were you doing trespassing at the Grange?

Not me.

I have been here since we set up camp.

I have a dozen alibis.

You're illegally camped on private land.

I'm ordering you to move on immediately.

I would love to oblige, but my horse is lame.

She can't pull caravans.

We stay for a couple of days.

But we move on as soon as she recovers.

I give you my word.

All right.

As soon as your horse recovers.

Looks like your horse has recovered, sir.

Move on.

Now.

And there it was in black and white.

Jeff Younger.

He signed it? No, but who else could it be?

Lucy mentioned the sneezing. I told her to change her scent.

He might be allergic to it. Oh, just wait till I lay eyes on him.

I wonder what David's going to say to him.

As a rule, girls don't like being sneezed on.

Not on a first date, anyway.

If this young lady is interested, there's no need to rush things.

Ask for medical advice about the sneezing, and in the meantime, always

clean hanky.

Welcome to Thropton Grapes, Mr. Michael.

Michael! Oh, what a treat I have in store for you.

Veronique.

Twenty years and you still look just the same.

I don't want to.

Listen, Natalie.

If Michael likes you, he will take you to London, introduce you to everyone who

matters. This is your golden moment.

Enjoy it.

Natalie, you know what happens to ungrateful children. You have shamed

Shamed me.

Here, take her upstairs.

Go.

Hiya, Jeff.

Hiya.

Our things.

All right, thanks.

Oh, thank you. Is everything OK?

Yeah.

Why?

What's wrong with being shy, lad? Some of the nicest people are shy.

Has something happened?

Well, there's no need to put on a brave front.

You're among friends.

We all know about... Ladder?

What ladder?

Thinking about Natalie, talking about how they live off the people.

Yeah, I know.

Some cases are a bit close to home.

They tell you not to let it get to you, but it's easier said than done, isn't

it?

I know what it's like to be abandoned, Jo.

Don't get me wrong, the people at Bernardo's were fantastic.

But they're not the same.

They're not yours, you know.

You don't have anyone who has to be on your side, no matter what.

What about your family?

You never seem to talk about them.

My mum died when I was young.

Joe, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

It's OK.

She was on her way home from work.

She was attacked by this guy.

All they wanted was her purse.

They punched her and kicked her and... She died from her injuries a week later.

How old were you?

11. Is that why you joined the police, do you think?

Maybe, yeah.

My dad looked after us as best he could, but, you know, it was like a light had

gone out.

My brother and sister left home and I had to look after them.

So I know what it's like being alone.

A bit, at least.

I didn't want to disturb you.

I've got a meeting at the Opera House at four.

Oh, stay.

Last night's debacle was my fault, not hers.

I should have prepared her.

Veronique, my dear, she bucked at the first hurdle.

One more chance.

One hour, Michael.

What's the point?

I don't think she's serious.

You know what the life is like.

You have to want it more than anything.

I haven't lost my touch, have I?

You haven't lost your touch.

She has something special.

Give her a few months, and then if you're certain she's ready to dedicate

herself completely, I'll see her again.

Yes, my darling.

Yeah, sure. That handbag is not in. No, it's... It's you I want.

Me?

Oh, dear.

I understand you're in possession of several letters addressed to the

I've reason to believe that one of them's a forgery.

Forgery?

Oh, dear. This whole thing is just turning into... Right, I suppose you'd

have a look, then.

Synonymous.

You know, they all are.

I didn't write this, David.

I write.

Everybody thinks I did, but I didn't.

Please, don't put this letter in the paper.

It's a direct appeal.

Man to man.

The gypsies have taken her.

There's no evidence to suggest that.

From what you've described of last night, she's probably just run off.

Gypsy's deal, children.

Only in fairy tales, sir. How dare you talk to Wilson like that?

A child is missing.

Why aren't you out searching for her?

When I get my hands on her... You're what? Lady Victor?

Oh. Oh.

You should lie down.

Don't tell me what to do.

Someone's got out of bed the wrong side.

And what we want to know is, whose bed was it?

Typical, isn't it?

Hey?

Typical of you?

Typical of this little town full of people with nothing better to do but to

meddle in other folks' business?

What's the matter, lad?

Someone's written to the Gazette agony column pretending to be me.

And now my feelings for Lucy are the talk of Aidensfield.

Do you think it was done maliciously?

Well, does it matter?

The damage is done, isn't it?

Nobody will ever take me seriously again.

She's asleep.

Nurse Cassidy gave her a sedative.

I'll need a recent photograph of Natalie.

Well, there aren't many.

And the adoption certificate, or court order placing Natalie with Lady Victor.

I'm not sure where those are. I'll see what photographs I can find. We took

on her last birthday.

Comfortable?

The gypsies have Natalie.

I'm a little tired of hearing that from you, Mr Wilson.

I'll conduct a thorough investigation into Natalie's disappearance.

But in cases such as this, chances are she'll be back by supper time.

She won't.

She's with him.

The one who came into the house.

What makes you so sure?

She'll die if Natalie goes.

It's the only thing that's kept her going these last ten years.

wandering round the house like a ghost.

Natalie gave her purpose.

Find the gypsy and you'll find Natalie.

Anyway, he swears blind that he never wrote it.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

Now it's gone public.

I mean, he can deny it till he's blue in the face.

But Geoff Younger wrote to dear Daphne about young Lucy.

Oh, yeah? And what did he say?

It's okay.

Don't you recognize me?

I'm your father.

I've had a word with Ted Barker in Danby. The gypsies have been sighted

but there's no sign of that Raphael. You'd better let Joe know.

Thanks.

Don.

What?

Talk to Jeff.

What about?

It was supposed to be a joke, Alf.

Look, er... Jeff.

It was me that sent the letter to the agony column.

Now, don't blame me for being angry.

It was a stupid thing to do.

And I'm sorry.

I accept your apology, Don.

You know...

There are some things I'm good at.

Asking girls out isn't one of them.

I expect there are things you're not good at.

And I hope nobody mocks you because of them.

Anyway.

Don't matter now.

I won't be asking Lucy out.

She'll just laugh at me.

Like everybody else.

That's right.

Good.

Now, lift the hand a little

higher.

Good girl.

Oh, no.

Don't spread the fingers.

That's it.

Good.

Oh, I'll make an artist of you yet, Natalie.

You all right, Jeffrey?

Yes, thanks.

You're not sneezing?

No.

No, I'm not.

Gina was right. I was wearing some scent I got down the market.

I'm wearing a purge now. It's me auntie's.

Bye, Kit.

I heard about the letter and everything. I'm sorry.

It must have been awful.

And I'm sorry you didn't ask me out, Geoffrey, because... I'd have said yes.

You what?

You heard.

Oh.

Right, well.

How about it, then?

Pictures?

Tomorrow night?

Yes.

Well, see you then, then.

If you buy me a drink, Geoffrey, you can see me now and all.

Where's the girl?

You're under arrest on suspicion of abduction.

This isn't funny.

You don't understand.

Can a man abduct his own daughter?

She's your daughter?

I remember a handsome man saying he'd come find me one day.

I wanted that so much.

I'm sorry, Tim.

He was older.

It was an act of animal.

A man and a white -haired old woman came to me.

They said Ivo was special.

They offered me 200 pounds.

I was 17.

Her mother had died and I was left with a kid.

I drank a lot.

I was in and out of your jails.

I was a mess.

Soon as I got myself straightened out, I began to look for her.

I'd been looking for her for ten years.

Tell us more about Wilson.

He said he owned me.

In the last six months, he stopped feeding me very much. Said I was getting

tall.

I had to be the same shape as Madame.

I always have to do what they said.

Wilson and the old witch.

David?

You look terrible.

Don't worry about it, I'm really not.

I think it was for that bug that's going round the Gazette. I think Mr Parker

must have given it to me.

Well, you'd better go back to bed.

I can't.

I've got to get dear Daphne to Mr Parker or else to meet him at the pub. Well, I

can do that for you.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

David, I give you my word of honour that I will not look at a word you have

written.

Let's try the back.

Wilson?

Where are you?

Search upstairs.

Find him.

Lady Veronique Victor, I'm arresting you on suspicion of abduction, false

imprisonment and assault.

Starving her?

Beating her? Locking her up?

Do you think I'm the wicked witch from Hansel and Gretel?

There is a lock on Natalie's room. There are locks on most of the bedrooms. It

doesn't follow that they're used.

Natalie ate the same food I ate.

You ate together?

I retire early.

Natalie prefers to eat in her own room with her television.

There's no television in Natalie's room.

Why would I hurt her?

She's my own flesh and blood.

We both know that's not true, Lady Victor.

She's a Romani gypsy.

You bought her.

Ten years ago from a country fair for £200.

We have a witness.

Natalie's father can identify you.

Then he's either a liar or a scoundrel.

I haven't left this house in over 20 years.

Ask Wilson.

OK.

I'll have to take a formal statement, Natalie.

There's nothing to worry about. Just say what Wilson and Lady Victor did to you.

Lady Victor?

She'll never hurt you again.

No, you don't understand.

A letter came from a solicitor.

There was an abandoned child.

I signed something.

They went to fetch her, Wilson and his mother.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Mary was a wonderful woman.

Can you describe her?

Tall, rather sturdy, white hair.

White hair.

Wilson's mother.

She was hateful.

I thought things would get better when she died.

Lady Vic didn't know.

She wouldn't have allowed it.

She was strict about the dancing.

Which she had to be.

Ballad demands discipline.

Why didn't you tell her what he was doing?

He said her heart was weak.

That any upset would kill her.

And I didn't want to hurt her.

She'd always been wonderful to me.

How can she ever forgive me?

If this is true.

You're just as much a victim as Natalie.

But I'm an adult.

I should have checked.

Mr Wilson, stop right there!

Edward Wilson, I'm charging you with conspiracy to kidnap.

Other charges will follow.

Where's David?

Oh, here.

He got your ball, but he wouldn't give up, not even on his deathbed.

I think you owe him a bonus.

That doesn't look like David's writing.

Tell us you'll have to put up with it.

What, can you expect he's a man?

If he's cheating on you, empty his bank account.

That's never David.

Of course it is.

He's just seen sense, that's all.

Anyway, what's wrong with it? That's good advice, is that, Mr Parker?

Tell David the deal's off.

Not right there, Daphne, myself.

Well, it's better advice than she ever gave.

How did you know it was me?

I'm sorry, Aoife.

My name's Natalie.

I will get used to it.

They say that I'm free to go.

Come with me.

I want you to be my dad.

I want to know you, but I'm going to dance.

You were born to dance.

what we had to.

Oh, Wilson.

We loved you, Madame.

Mummy said we were losing you.

You were perfection, Madame Olga.

How could we let such glory fade from the world?

All that silly child had to do was be like you.

She insisted on being herself.

But then nobody could be you, Madame.

You're irreplaceable.

I only ever wanted the best for you.

And I can never recompense you for what you have lost.

How will you manage without Wilson?

I suppose I shall have to move.

I've never lived by myself.

You could get a housekeeper.

What would I do with myself?

Keep on teaching me.

If you wanted to.

But no more locked doors.

No beatings.

My father might visit from time to time, if that's all right.

Just while we get to know each other.

If that's what you'd like.

I want you to be happy, Natalie.

I always have.

Here they are.

Hey.

Well?

Oh, he's lovely, but he's a bit cautious, you know, on the physical

Go in the snook.

Jeff,

can I have a little word in private?

Yeah.

Can I take you out again?

I'd love that, Geoffrey. I really would, only my brother came out of quarantine

this morning. I'm going home on Sunday.

Look on the bright side.

It's four whole days away.

Can I speak to Brian, please?

He's gone to the pub.

So who's looking after you?

No -one.

Just a quickie, Constable. You can't leave young children on their own. You

think I'm going to lose it, don't you? Like a lost Daniel.

Don't be silly. Of course I don't. Sarge, strength of church is leaking

sin. So much strength left on the road.