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

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

Everybody's talking at me.

I don't hear a word they're saying.

Only the echoes of my mind.

People stopping staring.

I can't see their faces.

Albert Hallows, the professor.

Prof.

He went down for organised burglary on a
big scale.

How did he escape from Armley? He
developed an infected gallbladder and he

in a lot of pain.

Or so he said.

They admitted him to Leeds General for
surgery.

And then, on the night before the
operation, well, he... He walked.

Well, what makes you think he'd come
back here, Sergeant? Maybe he hasn't.

he's holed up in Leeds somewhere. But he
told his cellmate he got a score to

settle with us.

Sergeant Miller in particular.

And I'm not taking any chances

I'm

going where the sun keeps shining
through the pouring rain

Going where the weather suits my clothes

Oh, Mrs Jowett, what can I get you?
Oscar Blaketon, please.

Oh, crikey.

Oscar's away.

What?

What's this?

A mess.

That's what this is. There's a big
charity dinner dance on Friday at the

Hotel and I've been asked formally to
represent the council.

It's rather an honour, actually.

Dawn here promised me faithfully that
Oscar would agree.

Agree to what?

Oh, I need a suitable escort, someone
who will dignify the proceedings and, of

course, lead the dancing with me. He's
away on a golfing trip.

Look, look, don't worry about it, Mrs
Joe. I'll find you another escort.

on her.

If there are any tickets left, why don't
I organise a table?

It's been ages since I've had an excuse
to dress up.

I'll be back later.

Could I have one of those tickets for
the dance, please, Gina?

I never had you down as a dancing man.

I watched it on the telly.

I never miss it.

My nan's dead keen, too.

She only says I've got two left feet,
though. Well, I could sort that out for

you, Geoff.

Can you?

Well, yeah, I've been boring dancing
since I was ten.

Look, I'd love to teach you, Geoff. I
mean, I taught my uncle Norman the

and he had a false leg.

This is the man you saw on the bus?

Yes. You're absolutely certain?

Yes.

Look, we know he's in Aidensfield. It
won't take long to get him under lock

key. If Harlow's reckons he has a score
to settle... That was just an old man's

ego talking. He wants us to look stupid,
pull something off right under our

noses. We won't have time. We'll get him
along before.

I'm starting a house -to -house and I'll
need everyone he can spare.

Younger's on leave at the moment, but
he's around.

I'll warn him he might be brought in.

B &B till Saturday?

Yes. Yeah, we can do that.

And the name is? Terry Maxton.

It is Terry, isn't it?

Mike Maxton's son?

It's Mrs Armstrong.

Your dad's friend, do you remember me?

No. Pretty Peggy. I can't. It is.

It's me.

I had forgotten you used to call me
that.

Happy day. Pretty Peggy.

You were quite a while ago, David. I
heard you're in London now, in business.

I've got a couple of shops, things for
the home, you know.

And actually, on a buying trip, I found
this fantastic artist in Whitby.

So, well, I thought I'd make a
sentimental journey of it, see if I

some more local craftsmen.

What sort of things are you after?

Well, let me show you.

Now, you might not believe it, but this
stuff fetches an absolute fortune on the

King's Road.

Mrs. Jowie, what can I get you? I told
you I'd find someone.

A man with a respected position in the
community who'd be honoured to escort

you.

No.

No, it's impossible.

I couldn't be seen with someone of no
rank.

Anyway, I'm old enough to be... Well, it
aren't anyway.

I understand. No, no, no, you don't,
Jeff.

Look, I'll be spending all day tomorrow
on him and I'll get him up to scratch, I

promise. He'll whirl you round that damn
floor like Lionel Blair, wouldn't you?

Yes.

A brandy, please, Gina.

Are you an escaped convict?

A convict?

That's a good one, Sonny.

No, no, I'm just an old man, rather
tired, who decided to have a rest in

barn. I'll be on my way now.

I'll fetch Dad.

He can drive you home. No, no, there's
no need to go to any trouble.

And you don't need to mention this to
anyone, do you?

You can't fool us.

You're hiding, aren't you?

You spy.

Clever boys.

You clever, clever boys.

The word's out in the village. And
between us, Weatherby and I have covered

Whitby Road.

And I've got a batch of officers coming
in first thing. We're going to use the

police after the base.

Right. We need to know what he's
thinking.

It's the slightest thing out of the
ordinary, mate.

The slightest thing.

Are you a Russian?

Certainly not.

I'm a loyal subject of Her Majesty the
Queen.

In fact, she sent me here.

Herself.

In person.

It's very delicate.

Secret mission.

Is that why you're in your pyjamas?

In disguise?

I am what is called a sleeper.

Have you got a code name?

Are you loyal subjects to Her Majesty?

Then I'm going out on a limb here.

Men call me the Prof, short for the
Professor.

There's an ancient treasure belonging to
the Queen hidden somewhere around here.

And there's a reward for whoever helps
me find it.

We could help you.

No, son, no. You haven't signed the
Official Secrets Act.

We could, though.

We could sign in blood.

Hmm.

No pen.

Hang on.

When you sign this, you will be an
official agent of Her Majesty working

me.

It's a solemn oath.

You break the Official Secrets Act,
you'll be hanged for I've treason.

Good lads. Now remember, England expects
every man to do his duty.

What Terry Maxon said, primitive pops
are all the rage nowadays, and we've

got that old kiln in the house.

Deeper!

Deeper, you get! Come here!

David!

Oh, no!

Well, there's obviously plenty of clay
left, even if it has closed.

Ernie said we could take what we like.
Oh, come on. Stop, Diggy.

Debbie.

Oh, Debbie.

Are you all right?

Any luck finding the prof?

Not so far.

I remember him.

Fell out, put him away.

Yeah, you're quite a hit, Don.

Kids seem to like me.

Well, while they're at this age, anyway.

So, Gina, is everything... Look, Don,
there's things you do because you have

do them and things you do because
they're fun.

So why don't I get us both a nice cup of
coffee and a cake and let's make this

you checking in on me something we both
enjoy, eh?

It's Dad's best. He only wears it to
weddings. Very good. You've done very

I'll let Her Majesty know.

How? Oh, secret radio transmission.

Can we see?

No. But she's given me some very
interesting information about the

It seems there's a map in Aidensfield
hidden in the home of somebody well off

who's away at the moment.

An enemy agent.

There's an enemy agent in Aidensfield?

Our enemies are everywhere, 0012.

We never know who.

And it's never someone you suspect.

But it's usually somebody rich and away
at the time.

Our enemies are having a big meeting
soon in Vladivostok.

Well, it's very good of you to let us
rehearse here, Mr. Scripps.

Actually, Dawn didn't give me much
choice.

Well, we're going to need the room if
Jeff's going to sweep me off my feet.

Right. Shall we start off with the basic
walk, then?

Right.

You're not going to be watching, are
you, Mr Scripps?

Of course not.

Right, OK. Basic first. You put this arm
on my back.

No, Jeff, that's my waist. Just a bit
higher.

There we go. OK.

Put your other arm like so.

Yeah, that's right.

Are you ready?

Mm -hm. OK.

And walk.

You're the man, okay? Remember, you're
in charge.

Right. Yeah?

Yeah. And again. You ready?

And... I'm sorry, sorry.

Oh, dear.

Sorry.

It's not like this I've come dancing, is
it?

I mean, they're all so... controlled.

So cool.

Look, Jeff, relax.

You're doing fine, okay?

And... Oh!

That should keep you going for a while.

I'll drive.

You two in the back.

PC Mason, is something wrong?

Written inquiries, Mrs Gracie.

Have you seen this man around at all?

No, sorry.

But I've not been around much.

Sir Adrian's due back at the weekend and
I'm behind with the spring clean.

I'd like to check your outbuildings if I
may.

No, we don't usually lock it. The boys
play in here a lot.

I'll just have a look around, if that's
all right with you.

Who's there?

Show yourself!

You'll never take us alive!

Oh, you got me.

Bill. Mickey! Come down here, you two. I
need to ask you something.

Have either of you seen this man hanging
around the village?

Near here, maybe.

No. Sorry, never seen him before.

No?

No. Okay.

Here you are, David.

The potter's wheel, just like the
interlude on telly.

Well, I hope you're not expecting me
to... Well, I can't, can I?

I've got to go and get the glazers and
all the thingies. Come on, it's all in

the book. It can't be that hard.

Go on, be inspired.

It's no good.

Look, you're just trying too hard.

Close your eyes.

Right, now really feel the music.

OK? Feel it.

And again.

Ready?

And... One, two, three. One, two, three.
That's better, Jeff.

And again.

One, two...

Not yet, but I'm glad you stopped.

I've been looking for you.

Oh? Yeah, there's this Italian in
Whitby, the Sorrento.

I've heard it's really good.

Me too, but isn't it really expensive?

Oh, what the hell.

Let's live a little.

OK. Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks, Jo.

Why don't you come to this dinner dance?

Yeah. Yeah, if I can. OK.

You cannot imagine the trouble I've had.
I had to go all the way to...

David. They're... They're beautiful.

Mrs. Olleran!

Mrs. Olleran!

Won't they be for your daughter?

Oh, that's sweet of her.

June loves you, ma 'am's jam.

Thank her for me, will you?

And tell her I'll be back tomorrow.

She could be going to see her daughter.

Or she could be going to... Vladivostok!

Can we try one of the Latin dancers,
like the tango or the bossa nova?

Well, you've got to be aggressive in the
tango, Jeff. You know, dominant, like a

page speed.

How?

Daddy! Daddy!

If the temperature is too low, the glaze
will not take.

If the temperature is too high, then the
pot will come out brittle.

That's about right.

Hey, David, that's a good job done.
We're in business.

Anyway, you said this was a one -off.
Yeah, but obviously, if Terry Maxton

what we produce... Who said this was a
one -off?

A couple of days' work, you said!

Good boy, Mickey.

This is it.

I was expecting something grander.

You said you'd be somewhere unexpected.

Look,

Matt, prof, look!

Oh, yeah.

Well done, Mickey.

Treasure map.

Welcome to Scarborough.

Right, you two cut along home. I've got
to do things you're not clear to

witness.

And we'll rendezvous back at the barn
after dark.

And take something for your trouble.

We can't do that.

That's stealing. This is an enemy house,
remember?

Anything that weakens the enemy pleases
HM. See?

Go on.

Sparky, it's me.

Me, the profligate puddin'. Eh?

Oh, no, it's hard to keep a criminal
mastermind's incarcerated for long. You

listen, I'll be by in a day or two, when
I've got some stuff to shift.

Be ready.

Ta -ra.

Now put your mind around it.

My turn, I think.

I hate to break up the party, Jeff, but
I need you to help out.

House to house.

Yes, of course. He's on leave.

Emergency. Sorry.

I hope this isn't going to happen
tomorrow night. Peace Yoga has a civic

engagement.

No, she's the enemy.

We're still stealing.

We were obeying orders.

Yuck! It's plastic or something.

It wasn't all right, Matt.

Now, look, don't be downhearted.

These things happen.

What we're looking for is in a much
bigger house somewhere.

Can you think of anyone rich, perhaps,
who's away at the moment?

There's Sir Adrian, I suppose, at the
manor.

Mum does his cleaning.

The manor?

Davenport Manor. Mum's got keys.

Now, this chimes with some other
information I've got.

For Her Majesty's sake, I must get into
Davenport Manor as soon as possible.

Your mission is to get me the keys.

How's it going with Dawn?

Oh, well. She says I have wonderful
natural rhythm and instinctive

Does she now?

Hey, you're in there.

Oh, no, I don't think she meant... Mrs
Halloran, Chestnut Cottage.

She's been burgled.

Everything all right?

I've had Mrs Chivers on the phone, says
you're an hour late picking her up from

the station.

Yeah, I've slept in.

Well, it's not like you.

And something about her handprint.

Yeah, all over her new white vanity case
and all. I've tried to clean them off

and I think I've made things worse.

I've been up most of the night making
pots for Aunt Peggy. She said it was

to be a one -off, but I've actually gone
and she's shown what I've done to that

Mr Maxon in the pub, and he's going to
order another dozen.

But by tonight, and another...

Two dozen every month.

That's an awful lot.

Oh, I know, and I just hate the feeling
of the clay. It's all slimy and

horrible. You can't let it interfere
with your work. You'll have to talk to

Well, she's not listening, is she?

My grandmother always used to say, ears
are best opened by hand.

Well, what does that mean, then?

Not altogether sure.

Mrs Halloran's burglary is a
professional job.

It's all small stuff.

Cash, jewellery. Easily portable.

Just handle this dial.

Though, I don't know how a man in his
condition could have gotten through the

kitchen window.

I'll send him through the crime.

Check the prints.

Also, one weird thing. Two pieces of wax
fruit were taken.

Wax fruit? Where's wax fruit these days?

They were stolen in a burglary. Making
Halloran pride and joy, apparently.

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Just
brought your ticket for the dinner down.

What bit?

Uh, charity do. The day and the night.

There might be a...

No, no, I wouldn't want to cramp
anyone's style.

It's looking less and less likely I'll
make it, Carol.

Sorry. Oh.

Well, that's a shame.

I'll leave a ticket with you anyway.

Maybe see you tonight?

Thanks.

What? Nothing.

I was just wondering.

Which one of you gets to wear the
uniform?

Maybe neither of us.

Sorry I'm late.

Had to wait for Mum to get back.

Where's your brother?

Sick. He's been throwing up all night.
It's disgusting.

Here.

The keys to the manor.

The big ones for the kitchen door and
the little one for the burglar alarm.

And, uh, your mum's car?

I'll go after Doc. I'll stay here till
then.

You'll stay strong, won't you?

You can trust me, Prof.

Of course I can.

You're a right little soldier of the
Queen, aren't you?

You've been brought up to believe in it
all.

The sickness will last about 24 hours,
and you'll feel ropey for about a week

so. But keep him warm and give him lots
of water.

I'll pop back in again tomorrow, but
give me a call if he seems to be getting

any worse.

Mickey?

Where did you get this?

Oh, thanks, Jo. You read my mind.

That was scenes of crime.

Hallow's prints are all over the
cottage.

He wasn't being careful. I expect he
thinks he's got nothing to lose.

There were children's fingerprints in
the kitchen.

And according to Mrs Hallow, they
haven't been kids in half a year.

Drink your tea, I'll get it.

Into the police.

We don't think they're criminals, Mrs
Gracie, but we think they've got

themselves mixed up with someone who is.

The man that we've been looking for. But
they both said they hadn't seen him.

They're honest boys.

Oh, Lord, what a mess.

So, if we could have a word.

Mickey's ill in bed.

I've only just got him to sleep. Jack's
sitting with him.

I don't know where Billy is. I will want
to conduct a thorough search of the

farm and all your outbuildings.

I'm here!

Billy! Go on, handcuff me.

I broke into Mrs Alron's.

I'm the one you're looking for.

Why did you break in?

This isn't a game, Bill.

Where's Albert Hallows?

Billy, talk to them.

I think we'll go to the station.

Mrs Gracie, if you'd come with us, your
husband can stay here and look after

Mickey, but I will need to question him
in due course.

Mason, gather up some other officers and
search the entire farm.

You're not nervous, are you?

Oh, no, no.

More anticipatory, I think. Oh,

my, my.

You two do scrub up well. I don't know.
It's a bit tight on me.

That's something Chris should keep
eating. Just keep your shell on and no

will notice, will they?

You look lovely, Gina.

Thank you, Bernie.

Well, if you want to see lovely, just
you wait.

What, have I put my lipstick on crooked
or something?

Oh, Carol.

Bernie, you all right?

Oh, take no notice.

Beautiful women make him go silly.
Always have done.

Oh, Bernie.

Oh, Joe said to tell you that he won't
be able to make it, Carol, and he's very

sorry.

Well, don't we all look nice?

The mayoral car awaits.

Geoffrey? Oh, right.

Well, shall we, Mrs Jowett?

You should ask Geoffrey to dance. He's
an animal on the dance floor.

All right, Alf?

You sure you're going to be OK?

Oh, don't fret.

Little fella now get better acquainted.

You go and enjoy yourself.

We will. See you later.

We can wait all day if we have to.

This man is a dangerous criminal.

If you know where he is, you need to
tell us.

Please, sweetheart.

What about you, Mrs Gracie?

Do you know the penalty for harbouring a
criminal?

I didn't know anything about it. So you
say.

But the evidence suggests otherwise.

I think you're in cahoots with Albert
Hallows.

I think you're fencing the jewellery he
stole from Mrs Halloran. I think it's

one big plot. Stop it!

Leave her be.

It's nothing to do with Mum.

Then tell us, Bill.

I can't.

I can't.

Why not, son?

I promised the prof.

Now, we'll take that six over to Terry
tonight.

And then we'll drop this new lot off in
the morning.

We'll have to get another kiln. We can't
get much in this one.

There we are.

Come on, David.

David!

What's up with you?

You're away with the fairies. Have you
been listening to anything I've been

saying?

Ears are best opened by hand.

My, David.

I haven't heard anybody say that since
before the war.

Hasn't it, mate?

Um, actions speak louder than words,
something like that.

Now, come on, let's get down that pub.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Go get inside.

The croft is a criminal, Bill. You're
not bound by any promise you made him.

Why did you break into Mrs Halloran's?
Can you tell us that?

What are you afraid of, Billy?

I don't want them to hang me.

What?

People aren't hanged anymore, Bill.

They are for treason.

We signed the Official Secrets Act.

Come on, baby.

Let me take you by the hand.

Happy birthday, Albert. Come on, sugar.

Let me take you...

He is a lovely little fella.

Yes, he is.

Now then, Peggy, we don't want to give
him nightmares.

Oh, he's not frightened.

He's laughing.

Peggy?

Ah, there you are.

Oh, there they are.

Six here.

There'll be more for you first thing.
I'll bring them over before you go. All

right, well, we'll settle up then, shall
we?

Oh, these.

Oh, yes, they're beautiful.

I don't suppose I could see your
operation.

All the things I could call an opera.

Why not, Terry?

In fact, why not now?

Our David will drive us over. Oh, right.

Could you bring my hat?

Yes.

Bergen and Mrs. Sauer, and it's hardly
rubbing our nose in it.

He's up to something else.

Maybe, but unless we can get the boy to
talk.

The Official Secrets Act, I ask you.

The Official Secrets Act?

Yeah, the boy thinks he's signed it. He
won't say a thing.

Would you let me talk to him?

That was wonderful, Jesse.

May you feel 21 again.

Really?

Crikey.

Shall we carry on? You've done your
duty.

No need to dance with me all evening,
not with all these pretty young girls

here. Unless you'd like to, of course.
I'll go and have a go on that.

Oh, thank you.

You did really well, Jeff.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Look, Anne, no, it's not a lady's excuse
me, but would you like to dance?

Yeah. You were hungry, weren't you?

Can I make a chip?

Mmm, they're good.

I hear it when they're soggy, don't you?

Yeah.

Does the prof like chips too?

Oh, sorry.

Didn't mean to pry.

It's hard, isn't it?

Once you've signed the act.

I'm always getting muddled up about what
I can say and who I can say it to.

You've signed it too?

I shouldn't have said anything.

Sorry.

Are you an agent then?

Have you been looking for enemy spies?

In the police?

Yes.

And I can tell you, there are no tracers
at this station.

Good.

Is there any news?

Has the prof found the map?

You like her, don't you?

She's wonderful.

The way she's taught me to dance and
everything, I mean.

I think you should cut in.

Oh, no.

No, no, I couldn't.

Of course you could.

I think she'd like it.

Excuse me. I, um...

You have to make do with me, I'm afraid.

Hallow's at Davenport Manor. He's got
keys.

Apparently he's looking for treasure.

I bet he is.

Whether it be radio or units.

I'm exhausted.

You stay out, Jeff, and go to the bar
and get us a drink, will you? Do you

think? Yeah, of course.

Okay.

Okay, let's split up.

I'll take the ground floor. Mason, go
back out with Nike over the front of the

house.

I'd give her up if I were you.

You're not going to sing any more, are
you, Bernie?

No, you're right.

I'm not kidding. Hands work everywhere.

He's the same with me.

Pushy little blinder.

Yeah, and you're old enough to be his
mother.

I certainly am not. Well, you know what
I mean.

Just because a man can move you round
the dance floor, he thinks he's got dibs

on you.

He's got ideas well above himself, that
one, huh?

Wouldn't touch a little rump with a
barge pole if he was last man in

Oh, hello, Jeff. That was quick.

You are.

Go after him, then.

Why?

Oh, he doesn't think I'm at end of it.

I wasn't talking about you.

I wasn't. I was moaning about that
ledge.

Look, I like you.

I feel safe with you.

Yeah.

Look, we're mates, aren't we?

Good mates.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're mates.

I really need to go to the Gents now,
Dawn.

OK.

You

couldn't miss

this, could you, Hallows?

Boasting.

Pity it was a bit premature.

Oh, well, here's to the next time.

I don't think so.

What brought you back, Hallows?

People like you, my dear.

And the look on your face right now.

Smug. Oh, so smug.

He had the same look on his face when I
was sent down.

For years, I've made coppers, good
coppers, look like mugs.

I couldn't let a provincial oath put one
over on me, could I?

And it would have worked if it hadn't
been for my stupid gallbladder. We'd

have caught you.

If you need to believe that, lady, you
believe it.

I walked out of that hospital ward and
nobody looked at me twice.

I thought, right.

Time for a bit more fun.

A last hoorah.

A bit of fun.

You corrupted two young boys.

Corrupted them?

They had a wonderful time.

A whopping great adventure.

I don't want crime seen as adventure.

But it is... All right, go on.

Take me back to the hospital.

Patch me up.

Ready for next time.

But don't go pious on me.

I did those kids no harm. I'd like you
to prove that.

It is quite a small operation, Terry.
That way we can ensure that the quality

consistent.

Why have they handcuffed you?

Oh, don't worry. It's all part of the
master plan.

How's 0012?

Still puking.

I've got a message for you from HM.

She'd like to give you a medal in
recognition of your service.

But the treasure's still too secret.

I understand.

Is it... Found, yeah.

And you are now released from the
Official Secrets Act.

And Her Majesty requests that you tell
the police everything and anything that

you know.

I will.

I'd better go now. I've got an
appointment.

With the Queen?

Oh, yes. And I can safely say it'll be
Her Majesty's pleasure.

I tried

to explain to Terry that it was

just a minor setback, but he got quite
rude.

Oh, I do hate it when folk won't listen.

Well, you know what they say, Aunt Peg.

Ears are best opened by hand.

Too true, David.

Oh, no, Dad.

Wow. You look amazing.

Oh, thanks.

It's quite a night. Turns out Jeff is
officially the most eligible bachelor in

Yorkshire. Yeah.

Jeff?

It's quite a man on the dance floor.

Hope yours is impressive.

I have a few moves that I think you
might enjoy.

Oh, I booked that table for us for
Saturday night at the Italian in Whitby.

I look forward to it. It should be good.

Fine food, good company.

Dark -eyed Italian waiters.

Oh? They're no competition for me.

No? Why is that, then?

Well, I could tell you, but let's wait
till Saturday.

I'll fill you instead.

You've got a nerve.

Robert, it's all right. The ambulance is
here.

Donald, look.

I found your mum.