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How could she do this to me?

The regional finals
are in two weeks!

She just caught glandular
fever, Frederick.

It was hardly done on purpose.

You'll just have to
wait till next year.

No, I just need a new
partner for this series.

Don't I?

Well, we shall just
have to have a look

and see who's available
at this short notice.

Um...

Ah, now this one really
impressed our talent scout.

And she's local,
she's from Kembleford.

So, yep, I think she
will do very nicely.

Frederick, meet your new
Go Dancing! partner -

Miss Brenda Palmer!

ANNOUNCEMENT: Dress
rehearsal in one hour.

BRENDA: Thanks...
for coming with me.

Me and Frederick have
been practising nonstop,

but this is the first
time in the actual venue.

Oh, you're so lucky, Brenda.

To be dancing live on
television, in three days!

This is a bit fancier
than what I'm used to.

I need the lighting rig complete
before the dress rehearsal!

And, Nigel, where are
my judge's tables?

Oh.

Hello. Um...

Just a moment,
I'll be right down.

Did you know, there are rumours
that the guest presenter

for the regionals will
be the Dancing Duchess!

You may have mentioned it
once or twice, Mrs Devine.

She was so elegant in
The Lady Can Waltz.

Maybe she'll be here today!

Ah!

Welcome, Miss Palmer.

And friends.

Sorry, Mr Bestwick.

This is Father
Brown and this is...

Mrs Isabel Devine.

Amateur thespian and
some-time ballroom dancer.

August Bestwick, producer.

Well! Yours must be the most
exciting job in the world.

A multi-date, multi-location,
live television dance show?

It's a stomach ulcer on tour.

But at least this leg is local.

My wife Evelyn and I
live in Hambleston.

And right now I would
rather be at home with her,

and that's saying something!

Don't worry, producers
are all the same, Brenda.

Especially this
close to show time.

I am sure your fellow competitors
will make you feel at home.

You're Freddy's new girl?

The novice.

I'm Brenda.

HE SCOFFS

Colin Byers. This
is my wife, Melody.

And I see you've brought
your parents with you.

It's very sweet.

I think you'll find that's a
different type of Father, Colin.

Brenda, is it? I'm
Ron, this is Jane.

We're also your competition.
But don't worry, we don't bite.

Much! Ron! Don't
tease the poor girl.

I'm sure it's all a bit overwhelming
entering the show at this stage.

Right, pleasantries over? Good.

So, when you've
finished the group jive,

I want you all to
come up here and...

each man will stand on a mark,

his partner to the left of him.

And then...

Our moment in the spotlight, eh?

Morning, all. Miss me?

Freddy, better late than never.

Oh, I'm so sorry to
hear about Hayley.

Poor show if you ask me.

But this one is shaping
up nicely, considering.

Frederick, I told you very clearly
that rehearsals start at ten.

Got a light, old chap?
Oh, wait, I've got one...

somewhere...

Come on, Freddy,
we're about to dance.

Is this me, then?

Hang on, that's
closest to the judges.

He can't just half-inch
the best spot!

Don't let him get to you.

Listen to your girl, Ron.

Besides, I'm sure
they'll want the right...

CLICKS FINGERS

sort of talent front and centre.

MUSIC PLAYS

Posture, Brenda.
How many times?!

I'm trying, but they
keep staring at me.

She's better than I thought.

They shouldn't even be attempting
these steps, they're too advanced.

Focus, darling, remember
what's at stake.

Brenda really does have a gift.

Of course, if I were
five years younger,

and not engaged to Edgar...

Well, the dance world's loss is the
Chief Inspector's gain, Mrs Devine.

Mr White seems to be
having difficulties...

SHE CRIES OUT

SHE SOBS

JANE: What if it's broken?

MELODY: I think
it's just a sprain.

Will I miss the competition?

Try not to think about that until
the doctor's had a proper look.

That's very professional, Mrs Byers.
Do you have medical experience?

I'm a competitive dancer, we're
forever twisting something.

I'm so sorry, Jane. It was
the floor, it was too slippy.

It felt fine to me.

And me.

Hold on, your shoes
haven't been roughed up.

Roughed up?

Whenever you put new soles
on your dancing shoes,

you have to use a wire brush on them
and rough up the suede, for grip.

But... I did them last night.

I swear...

Easy mistake to make.

For someone like you.

You switched them? You wanted to
knock me out of the competition.

Oh, please, you really think
an ill-bred oaf like you

is a threat to me?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Enough!

Ron, calm yourself down.

Melody, would you please
accompany Jane to the hospital.

The rest of you,
take an hour's break.

This is supposed to be
a dance competition,

not a boxing match!

Bit peckish, Miss Palmer?

It's all free, Father! I think
we deserve it after that.

Oh, not for me, Brenda.

I was actually wondering if I should
offer my services to Mr Bestwick.

The poor man looked
quite overwhelmed.

Your services, Mrs Devine?

Yes. I thought I could
dance with Mr White.

You what?!

Oh, not for the actual competition,
just until poor Jane is back.

Oh. You don't have any shoes.

I popped them in
Hercules, just in case.

A good performer should
always be prepared.

I thought that was
the Boy Scouts.

Father, I wanted to say
sorry for my outburst.

I thought I'd got my
temper under control.

I feel awful, especially
with you there.

Are you a man of
faith, Mr White?

I'm what you might
call a recent convert.

Well, I wonder if it isn't me
you should be apologising to,

but Mr Thorncastle.

You did give him
a proper wallop.

I shouldn't have lost it,

but I know that Little Lord
Fauntleroy messed with my shoes.

He deserves everything he gets.

Where's your shoes, then?

Oh, Mr Bestwick was very busy.

I didn't want to bother him.

He said no, then?

I didn't get a chance to ask!

He went into his office and
slammed the door in my face.

All producers are
the same, Mrs D.

Especially this
close to show time.

Frederick.

Is that a fillet steak?!

I can't afford to have a black
eye on Friday's show, can I?

Well, that was rather rude.

Ah, Mrs Byers, you're back.

How is Miss Hammill's ankle?

She's still waiting to be seen.

She insisted I leave her

so I wouldn't be late
for the group rehearsals.

We need to make sure we
all know what we're doing.

Looks like White's found
a partner more his level.

You messed with his
shoes, didn't you?

You should be
concentrating on your form,

not that yob's accusations.

How many times have I told
you about your posture?

All right, darlings. Let's
assume our first positions.

CREAKING

Watch out!

ALL GASP

Nigel!

This should have
been triple-checked.

Are you all right?

Her?! I'm the one that
could have been killed, Col!

I've a good mind to
contact my solicitor.

Don't you mean your
grandmama's solicitor?

All right, all right,
let's just all calm down.

This is just a
terrible accident.

Sorry to disagree, Mr Bestwick,

but this was pre-meditated.

Someone has just tried
to kill Mr Thorncastle.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
sir, an absolute honour.

I'm so glad you were able to
continue in the competition

after Miss Tate took ill.

Thank heavens for
Brenda Palmer, eh?

Now, then, if it's all
right with everyone, erm,

can I get some autographs?

Sergeant...

If you've quite finished.

We do have work to do.

It looks as though someone
sawed most of the way through

this connecting bolt.

But how did they know the
light would fall when it did?

And what is this residue?

It's dance floor wax.

Father Brown reckons someone
rigged the light up with it.

As soon as Frederick was in his
place and the lights switched on...

The wax melted and the
light gave way. Clever.

Where is he, by the way?

It's not like Father Brown to leave
me alone at the scene of the crime.

You might be more comfortable
back on solid ground, Father.

Someone tried to
kill Mr Thorncastle,

and very nearly injured
Miss Palmer in the process.

I would like to find out who.

These must be the
tools that were used.

The person who did
this was a smoker?

Not necessarily.

They would have needed to soften
the wax to mould it around the bolt.

There's something
stuck, just there...

Mrs Devine!

Purple thread, maybe silk?

It could have snagged as a
would-be killer leant over.

Gosh!

It really is a case of the
X marks the spot, isn't it?

Ah!

Have you found something else?

No.

I looked down.

And now I'm stuck.

Do you need a hand, Father?

Do you know of anyone who may
wish to harm you, Mr Thorncastle?

Yes, him! He attacked
me this morning.

That's cobblers.

Found up on the lighting
gantry, by Mrs Devine, sir.

I shouldn't be
surprised, I suppose.

Well, that's clearly the saw
that was used to cut the bolt.

Mr Bestwick, do you know
who this bag belongs to?

I have no idea.

Actually, it's mine.

Father Brown?

I thought you might be in
need of spiritual guidance

after your arrest.

I didn't do it.

It's like I told that copper,

I popped Frederick in
the eye, but that was it.

But that was your tool bag?

I work as a handyman, Father.

Anyone could've half-inched
it from the dressing room.

Not that that lot out
there will believe me.

Because of your criminal record?

The tattoo on your elbow.

A design much favoured by
those unfortunate enough

to be incarcerated in
Her Majesty's Prisons.

It's all I've ever known.

Crime.

But on my last
stint doing time...

I found religion, didn't I?

Your "recent conversion".

Exactly.

When I got out last year, I
knew something had to change,

so I got a new name
and moved here.

That's when I discovered
ballroom dancing.

HE SCOFFS

I'd never have dared
give it a go back home.

The Lord really does
move in mysterious ways.

I've worked too hard
to go straight, Father.

There's no way I'd risk losing it
all for someone like Frederick.

Can you think of anyone who might
want to hurt Mr Thorncastle?

I did hear him and Colin
having a right barney before.

Colin was accusing
Frederick of cheating.

Posh people, they think the
rules don't apply to them.

At least back home
we had a code.

So you believe me, Father?

That I'm innocent?

I believe that it takes
great strength of character

to turn your back on everything
and everyone that you've ever known

and to take the path
of righteousness.

So why would you
turn from that path?

I will do my best to find out

who wanted Frederick
Thorncastle dead.

Have faith, Mr White.

KNOCK ON DOOR

BRENDA: So you don't
think Ron did it, Father?

Mr White has a hot temper
and is quick to anger.

But this crime was planned.

It was the work of someone
cold and calculating.

Then we need to find the culprit
before they strike again.

The regional finals
are tomorrow!

Ah, don't remind me. We hardly
got any practising done yesterday.

Green matches. That's odd.

Yes, it is.

And so is printing the
logo on the inside.

Why try and hide it?

And this doesn't
narrow it down much.

All the dancers' costumes
have purple in them,

even the chorus line.

And when we arrived, the
spotlights worked perfectly

because we saw them tested.

Whoever tampered with
them must have done so

in the hour's break after
Miss Hammill's accident.

And they also had to know
which of the lights to target.

The X marked the spot, remember?

Yeah, but the only people who knew
where Frederick would be standing

was August and us competitors.

And Mr White mentioned
that Mr Byers

argued with Mr
Thorncastle yesterday.

I suggest we start there, then.

Well, you'll have
to do it without me.

I've only got one
day left to practise!

Mrs Byers, is your
husband hereabouts?

What do you want with Colin?

Well, I'm given to believe his
relationship with Mr Thorncastle

is not as amicable
as it first appeared.

This is competitive
ballroom dancing, Father.

Behind the smiles,

there's always someone waiting
to stab you in the back.

Or drop a spotlight
on your head.

I'm sorry, do you
think my husband

has something to do
with Freddy's accident?

I say, am I a suspect?

Mr Byers.

Where were you yesterday
during the break?

In the rehearsal room.

Mel was taking Jane
to the hospital,

so I thought I'd run
through my choreography.

You can't honestly think
I'd try to kill Freddy!

HE SCOFFS

Look, we've been dance rivals for
years, why would I bother now?

Because this time you
suspected him of cheating.

We didn't suspect, we knew.

Frederick should have withdrawn
from the show when Hayley fell ill.

Except August changed the rules.

Got Freddy a new partner.

Talk about playing favourites.

Colin confronted him about it
yesterday but he denied everything.

And then we found out the new guest
presenter is the Dancing Duchess.

I heard it could be her!

How is that relevant
to Mr Thorncastle?

Well, Freddy doesn't like
to advertise the fact,

but the Dancing Duchess...

is his grandmother.

How are you still getting
this wrong? Oh, sorry.

And your frame, again!

You look like you
were raised in a barn.

Enough!

If she messes up like this tomorrow,
I'm holding you responsible.

I think Miss Palmer is doing
tremendously well, considering.

This is my chance to show my
grandmother what I can do,

on my terms.

I will not lose this thing

because of some under-rehearsed,
common-as-muck housekeeper!

He's, um...

He's very passionate
about winning.

Are you all right, Miss Palmer?

How dare Frederick
speak to you like that!

I've had people
speak to me worse.

Yes, at a borstal!

So what did Colin
have to say, then?

He thinks Frederick is
getting preferential treatment

because he's the grandson
of the Dancing Duchess.

The what?!

So you didn't know either?

If Frederick is seeking
to establish a reputation

apart from his grandmother's,

why use the family connection
to manipulate Mr Bestwick?

So you think there's something
else going on with August?

Maybe we should ask him.

I'm sorry, I've really
got to practise.

I need to get it right.

Break a leg.

That's odd. It's locked.

Do you think he's hiding
something? Well...

Let us find out, Mrs Devine.

Oh, gosh.

It reminds me of Eddie's room
when he first took lodgings.

It appears that Mr
Bestwick is living in here.

But he said he had
a house in town.

"I'll send on the rest once you find
an appropriate place to stay. E."

Evelyn. His wife.

Must have thrown him out.

Oh.

I've heard about producers
and their casting couch.

Do you think that's what
Frederick has over him?

Well, if Mrs Bestwick
has indeed commanded him

to leave the marital home, I
thinks she probably already knows.

So any attempts to blackmail
him would be pointless.

Unless Mr Bestwick has a much
more damaging secret to keep.

MR BESTWICK: You should be
inside practising for the waltz!

Now go, go!

Allow me, Mr Bestwick.

I was wondering...

why would a venue
hide their insignia?

And then I realised that the
place in question was a secret.

I read about a club in Bristol

closed down recently
for lewd behaviour.

It was called The
Green Dilly Dally.

When did Mr Thorncastle discover
that you were a homosexual?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You reacted very strangely yesterday
when he asked you for a light.

I presume he'd found these
and made the same connection.

He's not that clever.

He just followed me one night
and he assumed, like my wife,

that I was having a fling
with a chorus dancer.

Which of course I was.

Just not one of the ladies.

And he took the book of matches
from my office just to taunt me.

And forced you into giving him
preferential treatment on the show.

What choice did I have?

If the television executives
knew of my proclivities,

I was finished.

Imprisoned.

A homosexual in ballroom
dancing, it's unthinkable!

I suppose your God would
condemn me to hell.

Our Lord will always listen
to those who turn to him.

Especially if they want to
confess to attempted murder.

That wasn't me!

I went along with all
of Frederick's demands.

I even got him a blasted
street lamp for his foxtrot!

Why do all that if I was
going to kill him anyway?

You're pushing off
on the wrong foot.

It's an outside swivel
after the open telemark.

See?

Why are you helping me?

You can't stand me.

It's not you, Brenda.

I just don't like the fact
that someone with no experience

has been parachuted
in at the last minute.

What if something goes wrong?

Someone could end up hurt.

Like Jane.

Trust me, it could be far worse.

There, try it again.

Oh!

What do you mean, "far worse"?

Before I married Colin,

I used to dance with my
big brother, Michael.

He was so good, so talented.

But there was an accident.

He was left paralysed.

Oh.

Must have been a
pretty bad accident.

What happened?

Sorry, none of my business.

No, it's just...

It was my fault.

It was our first big open.

I insisted we try a new lift.

Michael didn't want to.

We hadn't practised it enough.

But I was adamant.

So it went wrong?

I couldn't hold my position
up in the air, I wobbled,

caused him to slip and...

fell onto him.

I crushed two of his vertebrae.

I became his carer, of course,

but there was a complication
with his kidneys.

He passed away...

three years ago.

Oh, Melody, I'm so sorry.

So you see why I'm helping you.

Yes, you're a rival.

But I want you to be safe.

So, come on.

You can do this.

Miss Palmer. And Mrs Byers.

Now remember, when Freddy
heads for the lamppost,

you move away with an
open natural turn and...?

An outside swivel.

Got it.

I'll tell you later.

Attention, everyone.

I know it's been a long day,

but Chief Inspector Sullivan
has an announcement.

I've just informed Mr
Bestwick, Mr Thorncastle,

we have formally charged Ron
White with attempted murder.

Please be assured there will be
no more unfortunate accidents.

There you go, I
suggest you all go home

and get a good night's
rest before tomorrow.

Break a leg, everybody!

Chief Inspector, if I may,

we have found two more suspects
with equally compelling motives.

HE GROANS Of course
you have, Father.

Please, just hear
him out, Edgar.

We're not convinced
Ron is your man.

He attacked the victim, we found
only his fingerprints on that saw

that sabotaged the light,
and he has no alibi.

Plus, our Mr White
isn't who he says he is.

Ah...

Yes. After some digging, turns
out his surname is actually Hudson

and he has a criminal
record as long as my arm.

Ah, God...

Of course, you knew that
already too, didn't you?

I wanted to give you
this, Miss Palmer.

Mrs Goodfellow's sewing circle
did it, everyone did a little bit.

Oh, that's really nice!

Thank you.

Just think, this time tomorrow

there'll be hundreds of thousands
of people watching you dance, live!

Oh.

Wait, did you just say
hundreds of thousands?

Of course. Including
most of the village.

The Red Lion have
hired a television set.

And we'll all be down
there cheering you on.

You're the pride of
Kembleford, Miss Palmer.

Oh. Great.

Oh! Oh, Father, you'll
never guess what.

Brenda's in the
Gazette! I know.

I saw it on the kitchen table.

Along with a Bible. But
of Miss Palmer, no sign.

CHURCH BELL RINGS She's gone?

What if the pressure's too much?

You don't think she's run away?

No.

I know exactly where she'll be.

How did you know I was here?

It's not unusual to seek His
support in worrying times.

I don't normally
pray outside of mass,

just figured I could do with
all the help I could get.

Oh, Brenda, it's normal to
get opening night flutters.

Easy for you to say.

You're not the "Pride
of Kembleford".

What if I mess up?

What if Frederick's right?

Maybe I am just a housekeeper
with ideas above her station.

We both know you are more
than just a housekeeper.

Exactly.

Don't let a snob like
Frederick Thorncastle

make you second guess yourself.

At least I'm getting the hang of
the routine, thanks to Melody.

I almost want her
and Colin to win

after everything she's been
through with her brother.

She deserves it.

Save your sympathy for after
the competition, Brenda.

What? We're talking about the
grand finals of Go Dancing!

Right. S'pose we should be
heading to the Grand then.

We've got plenty of time.

First...

let us pray.

ANNOUNCEMENT: Ten
minutes till broadcast.

Apparently the Dancing Duchess
has her own dressing room.

But I wonder if
it's around here.

Everything all right, Father?

No.

What I fear is that the would-be
killer is still out there.

Surely if it's August or Colin,

they'll be too focused on the
broadcast to try anything?

Or this may be their
last chance to strike.

Well, as a precaution, I've
arranged for additional protection.

Do I look a right wally?

You look breathtaking!

Every inch the star.

Brenda, hurry up. We're on
after the opening number.

I scrub up well for
a housekeeper, eh?

You'll do. I'm
more concerned with

whether you'll mess up
the end of the routine.

Why? You worried
you'll look like a fool

in front of the Dancing Duchess?

You are nothing but
a scared little bully

who wants to impress
their granny.

My grandmother has
nothing to do with this.

You should be grateful
I'm even deigning to dance

with someone like you.

Someone like me?

You're only here because
of your cheating.

You should be grateful
that I'm deigning to dance

with someone like you.

Well, this is it, people,
there is no going back now.

We're on in five, four,

three, two, one...

It's Friday night and we're
live at the Hambleston Grand.

Welcome to Goooooooooo Dancing!

I can't breathe.

I might step outside
and get some air.

You haven't got time!

Besides, no professional would ever
wear their dance shoes outside.

You know it can ruin them.

So I'm a professional now, am I?

You can be whatever
you want to be.

Mr Thorncastle, Miss Palmer...

Break a leg!

We best take our seats, Father.

I can't believe we're actually

at the Go Dancing!
Regional finals, sir.

I tell you, Mrs Goodfellow
is green with envy

being stuck watching
at the Red Lion!

Sergeant, the only
reason why I'm here

is because Isabel - Mrs Devine
- insisted that we were.

She's still convinced that

someone might try and hurt
Frederick Thorncastle again.

Now, let's meet the first of our
South West regional finalists.

Mr Frederick Thorncastle and
his partner, Miss Brenda Palmer.

Oh, good, just in time!

You look wonderful.

Where's Father Brown?

LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS

Thank you for the extra
coaching, Mrs Byers.

Yes.

Brenda is doing well, Father.

CROWD APPLAUDS

How does it feel seeing
Mr Thorncastle out there,

after you tried so
hard to kill him?

Me? I wasn't even here

when the spotlight
was tampered with.

I was taking Jane to
hospital, remember?

That's what we all thought.

But when we saw
you in the foyer,

you were still wearing these.

I understand no professional
would ever go outside

with their dancing shoes on.

A rule, I imagine, you
strictly adhere to, Mrs Byers.

And so you're accusing
me of attempted murder?

That's ridiculous.

Well, in that case, you won't mind
me having a look at your scarf.

How would that prove anything?

Well, the saboteur needed
to erase their fingerprints,

but the fabric they used became
snagged on the lamp bracket.

Bit like this.

You've been carrying
a terrible burden,

believing yourself to be responsible
for your brother's accident.

But then you discovered that it may
not have been your fault after all.

When Mr White accused Mr Thorncastle
of tampering with his shoes,

you realised he may have done
the same to your brother's shoes

all those years ago.

Michael told me the floor had
felt extra slippy that day.

I'd always just presumed he was
trying to alleviate my guilt.

I had to know for sure
if it was Freddy's doing.

You did tamper with
Ron's shoes, didn't you?

Don't get so worked up, Mel, we
both know he doesn't belong here.

Shame she bore the brunt, but
he needed to be taught a lesson.

And what about Michael?

Did he need to be
taught a lesson too?

That was years ago.

It was just a prank.

I fell and crushed
his neck, Freddy.

And it was because of
you that he slipped!

No, it was because you decided
to perform some over-the-top lift

you weren't ready for.

You were never going
to make it anyway.

Michael was nowhere near as
talented as you thought he was.

If he had been, he
might still be alive.

I need ice.

This might show up on camera.

Mel? I think our taxi's arrived.

I packed poor Jane
off into the taxi.

I decided that if Freddy
liked his pranks so much...

I'd arrange one of my own.

So you took Mr White's tools
from the men's dressing room.

And some matches Freddy had on his
dressing table to soften the wax.

I'm pretty handy, you know.

I was a Wren engineer
towards the end of the war.

Right. Good, so...

Fixing up that light
was almost too easy...

My only regret is
that it missed him.

Any remorse for Mr White, who
faces a long prison sentence?

I thought they'd chalk
it up to an accident.

I never meant for
Ron to get the blame.

Much like Mr Thorncastle never
realised that his actions

would have such
terrible consequences.

Don't try to defend him!

He let me blame myself
for my brother's death.

Freddy needs to be punished.

But justice is not yours
to give, Mrs Byers.

That's where you're wrong.

SHE MOUTHS

This can't be happening.

We're beaming live
to the nation!

Will somebody do something
about that priest!

Is he part of the routine?

ELECTRICAL BUZZING

Mrs Melody Byers,
I am arresting you

for the attempted murder
of Frederick Thorncastle.

He's the one who should
pay. He killed my brother!

I didn't cause Michael's fall,
Colin. It was never my fault!

I know, darling, I know.

I'd have given you
full marks, Father.

HE CHUCKLES

Mr Thorncastle.

Relieved to see you
emerge unscathed.

Again.

Barely.

I'll be demanding a fast track
to the grand finals after this.

And a better class of partner.

Oh, I rather think that

your Go Dancing! adventure
is over, Frederick.

The Dancing Duchess.

I would have won, if that mad
woman hadn't tried to kill me!

Oh, yes. Mr Bestwick
here has been telling me

about some of the methods
you used to win, Frederick.

And what about him? There's
things you don't know...

Mr Bestwick has
told me everything.

And his personal life
is none of my concern.

He is the best producer
in the business

and he will always
have my full support.

Unlike you, Frederick.

I'm cutting you off.

I will not have a
cheat as a grandson.

And if you really are so
eager to prove yourself,

then do it without
my financial help.

Mr Bestwick, I'm so looking
forward to seeing you in Blackpool.

Thank you so much, ma'am.

Wait, Grandmama!

What is going to happen
with the grand final now?

There's no couple left
to represent this region.

Ah.

Well, that's not entirely true.

And now the moment we've
all been waiting for.

This is it, the results
of the grand final!

She danced so well, surely
they're in with a chance.

As we crown the champions
of Go Dancing! for 1955,

it's the couple from...

the South West!

Mr Ron White and his
partner, Miss Jane Hammill!

A pair of worthy winners.

Hear, hear!

He's still a convicted
criminal. Hush, Edgar.

Yeah, everyone deserves
a second chance.

Except perhaps Frederick.

It's still a shame that
you and Mr Thorncastle

had to withdraw from
the competition.

To tell you the truth, Father,

I didn't want to go
to Blackpool anyway.

I've already showed
everyone what I can do.

You made Kembleford
very proud, Miss Palmer.

Mrs Goodfellow's sewing circle

has asked me to teach
them some of my steps.

I'm putting on a class.

She's very excited about
it, as are her friends.

See? I can share my love
for dancing that way.

Instead of in
front of thousands.

Well, I'd certainly be interested
in joining those classes, Brenda.

Actually, so would I.

After all, I've already made
my television dance debut!