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

Harvey, why does the love of kids stay
in my memory?

I'll have a blue Christmas without

you.

I'll be so blue just thinking

about you.

Decorations of red.

Christmas tree Won't be the same dear

If you're not here with me And when the

blue Snowflakes Start falling

That's when those

to tell the old Bill, Frankie.

Just think who it would be, Gerard.

After the gig, all this would seem like
a bad dream.

Where do we stay until then?

Bearing in mind we're skipped, I told
the company so.

The fans of the Frankie Rio trio, Danny.

Some are for one night, others are
forever.

You'll be doing all right.

Get down!

Hello?

Who?

Oh, you can't talk to him. He's all
tucked up in... Who is it?

It's what we call Frankie for you.

Well, tell him to clear off.

How's he calling people at this time of
night?

Um, he says to clear off.

I don't think he's going to take no for
an answer, he won't talk to us.

There's liberty people take.

Hello, who is it?

Frankie!

Why didn't you tell me it was Frankie?

This Frankie's staying here, is he?

Yes, David.

Frankie Rio and his mates are on their
way here.

Christmas visit.

So, what sort of music do they play?

The best.

The very famous Frankie Rio Trio.

I've never heard of him.

Yes, well, you're too young to
appreciate real music.

We are honoured that they're staying
with us.

Tell us your name.

Rachel.

I'm Frank Uriel, and these are my
colleagues, Danny and Gerard. We're

What happened?

I was hitching from London, but the
lorry had to turn off.

Where are you headed?

The village further north.

Aidensfield? We were fated to meet.

Won't be you here, Rob.

What is it?

Local welfare department.

Their London colleagues are looking for
a Rachel Godwin, 19.

She's from Aidensfield. Do you know the
family?

Godwin? No, I can't tell you the name.

She's absconded from a London maternity
hospital, taking a baby with her.

Well, I don't see a problem.

She signed the baby over for adoption.
That's the problem. Now she's done a

runner, taking the baby with her.

They think that she might be coming over
to Aidensfield.

Says here her family don't even know
she's had a baby.

Very tricky.

So, that's it then. We're all agreed.
The running order will be as follows.

I've agreed nothing yet.

If you'll just allow me to finish. Carry
on, Mr. Blaketon. Some just like the

sound of their own voice.

Mr.

Blaketon. What happens if one of the
children recognises me through my Father

Christmas outfit?

You pay no attention, David. Just ho,
ho, ho and dole out the presents.

All right, Bernie.

Through the chair, please.

Right, as I was saying, the running
order. Gina will open with a couple of

numbers, followed by our speciality act,
either Ilkley Moore or Drake Drum. Or

maybe both, who could demand an encore.

And Vicar.

You'll be next with your tenor solo of
Come Back to Sorrento. Yes, a touch of

Mediterranean light and colour to warm
up these chilly climes, I thought.

Bearing in mind the purpose of the
concert, the relief of winter poverty at

Christmastide... Yes, well, thank you,
Vicar.

I'll emcee, of course, and conclude the
evening with a recitation.

Hogging it a bit, aren't you, Oscar?

You missed the last meeting, Father. It
was agreed then.

When I need your opinion, Adam, I'll ask
for it. If my part in the concert is

not to your liking, you're very welcome
to take my place.

You or anyone else.

Right. Any other business?

Of course I'll help.

But what exactly do you want to know?

Well, the welfare people claim that
Rachel can't cope with a baby.

Was there anything in Lizzie's notes to
suggest this?

It's pretty confidential stuff.

I am aware of that.

I'd hate anything I'd said to the police
to be used to separate a mother from

her child.

That is the last thing I had in mind.

Liz was impressed by Rachel.

They got to know each other quite well.

She found her responsible, intelligent
and trying hard to cope with a difficult

home situation.

Did she know about the baby?

Not exactly.

Rachel pretended she had a friend who
was pregnant and needed advice on

termination.

Miss challenged her, but Rachel wouldn't
allow a pregnancy test.

Why?

From the notes, it seems.

Rachel was terrified of her parents
finding out.

Mrs. Godwin?

Yes? I'm PC Walker, who's Dr Trent.

We'd like to have a word with you about
Rachel.

Rachel?

But what, she's in London?

What's this about? She's all right,
isn't she?

So far as we know.

Oh, sorry. Come on in.

Where do we drop you, love?

My parents' house, if possible.

But could I ring them first?

Just to check I'm welcome.

Rachel has a baby.

You and your husband had no idea?

No.

But that explains why she left so
abruptly.

You'd have thought she could have told
me.

Perhaps she had problems you didn't know
about.

Well... Rachel didn't get on with her
father.

He didn't approve of the boy she was
seeing.

You haven't spoken to my husband about
this?

Not yet. Please don't. Let me deal with
it.

If Trevor suspects that this boy may...
Our main concern is for the welfare of

Rachel and her child.

You must let us know if she contacts
you.

Why is this a police matter?

There's a legal question about Rachel's
fitness to be a mother.

Is there anyone else she might contact?

Rosie Cartwright, maybe.

I mean, they were best friends at
school.

You won't say anything to my husband,
will you? Not till I've had a chance to

talk to him.

Of course not.

Thank God you phoned.

Where are you?

Anisfield.

Rachel, I know about the baby.

Just come home and we'll sort it out.

Merry Christmas.

Time to get out of here, gentlemen. What
about Rachel? She lives here. Come on!

Christmas, I hope.

I should be so lucky.

Rosie, have you heard from Rachel
Godwin?

Rachel?

Why, Drac?

Well, she's just had a baby and vanished
with it from a hospital in London.

I haven't heard from her.

You care about that?

We know she had a boyfriend up here.

Maybe she tried to contact him.

I'm sorry. I've told you all I know.

Rachel's in serious trouble.

Dr Trent and I are just trying to help.

But we can't unless we find her.

So if you do hear anything, you'll let
us know, yeah?

It's not me.

Nor me.

It's coming from back there.

Oh.

Where's the baby?

I don't know.

I left him in a van while I telephoned.

What van? Where?

In the village.

It drove off.

I've lost my baby, Mum.

Oh, come on in. Come on in.

I just can't stand it, babe.

The way you always try to put me down.

Vernon!

Frankie!

I'll put a spell on you.

You're playing my song.

You've made my Christmas.

Oh, this is David.

Frankie, he'll be looking after you
while you stay in here.

Great to see you again, lads.

It's a long story, Vernon.

But the trio temporarily is a quartet.

Why didn't you tell them about the baby?

I was desperate for a lift.

Some drivers don't want to know if
you're travelling with a baby.

Are you sure this is staying in
Aidensfield?

That's what Frankie said.

We'll have to let the police know.

I can't do that.

Not yet, Mum.

Why ever not?

I can't risk involving the police.

I signed my baby over for adoption.

I'll never see him again.

Oh.

Rosie?

Oh, there you are.

I've been expecting you.

I need your help, Rosie.

Thought you might.

We have a police in here looking for
you.

They know about the baby.

What, did they ask about Adam?

Yeah. Well, they don't know his name.

Oh, they don't need to know.

If my dad finds out... Rosie, I've made
such a mess of everything.

Don't go all weepy on me.

We haven't even begun to catch up yet.

I think he's smiling at me.

No, that's wind.

You can't hang on to that baby, you
know, Frankie.

Rachel will find us. She knows we're
staying in Aidensfield. We can't go to

police. They're bound to be looking for
us.

Why didn't you let me know?

One phone call, I could have sorted that
bill.

We had to leave pronto, Vernon. You
don't mess around with that Mr Royston

Grenfell.

Royston Grenfell?

He's the owner of the Buckley House
Hotel.

He'll have had us nicked.

So what will you do?

Well, we can't risk police involvement.

Not until we've played the gig in
Whitby.

Just give us 24 hours.

So important about the Whitby gig.

A record company sending their top man
to hear us play. It's a chance.

It may be our last chance to record our
music again.

What are you doing?

Just leave it to me.

You artists.

You haven't got a clue about business,
have you?

Maybe we could ask around.

Find these musicians.

We've got to.

If the welfare get their hands on my
baby... There's more to this than

your baby.

It's the adoptions thing.

You need help.

That's why I came here. Don't mean me.

Look, Rob Walker, the village bobby, he
says he wants to help.

And Dr Trent, well, she's new, but she's
OK.

I can't risk it.

Do you trust me?

Of course.

Well, I trust Rob Walker to do right by
you.

Don't mention our name, Vernon. Better
hush until we're in the clear. My lips

are sealed.

Brandy for me and my two friends,
please, Gina.

Oh, well, can I have one as well,
please?

Not brandy, David.

Shaggy for David.

You're driving.

Better make it half a shanty.

Who are your friends, then?

That Mr Frankie Rio and his drummer.

Oh, well done, David.

I wasn't meant to tell you that.

Why not me, Frankie Rio?

Do you know his music, then?

Yeah.

His records are never back in their
sleeves in my house, Vernon.

Yeah, well, not a word, Oscar.

He wants to mingle incognito.

Well, he said he didn't want people to
know who he was.

Guess who we've got in our pub?

Who?

Rosie's told us what happened.

No -one blames you for losing your
child.

I just want him back, that's all.

The musicians.

What do you know about them?

They seemed like good people.

I'm sure it was just an accident.

Did you get a name or an address they
might be saying?

Just a name.

Frankie Rio.

Does your father know about the baby,
Rachel?

Not yet.

Mum will tell him when he gets him from
work.

What about the baby's father?

I don't want him involved.

You've signed adoption papers. If you've
changed your mind... Yeah, she has

changed her mind.

We can't force her to go through with
it.

OK, Rexy.

Take it easy.

I was ill and upset.

I didn't know what I was doing, but I'm
all right now.

You've got a good case, Rachel.

But the support of your family and the
father of the child would make a huge

difference.

The father, he doesn't even know about
the baby.

Maybe it's time he did.

Compliments of the gentleman over there.

Oh, thank you. Very generous.

Well, we place a high value on real
talent here, Mr. Rio.

Who told him I was here?

Ask David.

Hello, Mr Rio.

I'm Gina.

Hello. Are you doing a gig round here?

It would be, Gina, tomorrow night. Tell
all your friends.

Oh, I'd love to go with the village
concert tomorrow night.

But what am I doing as a favour, would
you?

I'll be off on all your fans here.

I think I know what you're wanting.

The piano's through there.

Now there is a house in New Orleans that

they call the rising sun.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor
boy.

And God I know because I'm one.

You have to let Adam know.

I was trying to keep him out of it.
Never mind him. Think about you for

It's not just Adam.

It's my dad.

If he finds out... They're going to find
out anyway, won't they?

Have you seen Adam?

We don't exactly move in the same
circle, but he shows up now and then.

How is he, Rosie?

Still running scared of his father.

Did he ever say anything?

About me?

Enough to know that he misses you.

you are listening to history.

Frankie Rio, playing an arpa.

Frankie Rio?

Yeah. A musician already famous before
you were born.

Mr. Rio?

Frankie Rio.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you, officer?

Well, you can start by handing over a
baby that doesn't belong to you.

Francis Riordan.

Okay, I've got that. And the others?

Well, how about a description of the
van?

Fine. Right.

Well, we'll keep our eyes open for them.

Thanks a lot, now.

Bye -bye.

That's my concert piece.

Either that or Drake's drum.

Or maybe both. It's by public demand.

They're going to let you sing.

Why not? Mrs Ventress reckoned I had a
talent for it.

Yeah, well, whatever it was, Alf, I
doubt it was singing.

Well, contact the local hotels, would
you? Give them these details.

What is it?

A character called Francis Reardon and a
couple of others.

A condo hotel skips off without paying.
Ah.

Musicians? Seems so. Now, the owner
thinks that they might be heading for

neck of the woods.

Reardon. Francis Reardon.

What's the name? Ring a bell?

Somewhere. Don't worry. It'll come.

On out, Glimmer Bartat.

On out, Glimmer Bartat.

One baby in perfect working order. Thank
you.

You've done a fine job of looking after
him, Mr. Rio.

A pleasure.

All's well that ends well, eh, Mr.
Walker?

You've still to explain why you didn't
report finding the baby, Mr. Rio.

I assumed Rachel would find us, and so
she did.

Is Dad here?

Yeah. He wants to see you.

Look after it, Mum.

No, darling.

Rich, explain the situation to him.

Well, at least you're all in one piece,
so that's something.

Mum says she told you.

I wouldn't be honest if I said I'm not
upset.

I had high hopes for my daughter.

A child outside marriage was not one of
them.

I love my baby, Dad.

We'll go into all that.

And who the father might be.

But not now.

The point is, you're here.

It's Christmas.

And we're a family again.

That's all that matters to me.

Carol, singers are here.

Just a minute.

Hey.

Little Matt.

I've got to see you.

I'll see you there.

Right. Goodbye.

Who was that?

A client chasing up progress.

Check and double -check these specs.

They need to go off today.

I have to go out.

Out? Where?

Um, dentist appointment.

You said nothing about a dental
appointment for today. I forgot.

Oh, don't forget, Adam.

Remember.

I don't have to account for every detail
in my life.

Mum!

Can you mind the baby?

You're going to see that Adam Turner
again, aren't you?

I heard you mentioned his name.

I have to see him, Mum.

Your father is trying to accept this
situation.

Seeing that young man again is the worst
thing you could do. I don't want to

hurt Dad, but I have to see Adam.

Your father loves you, Rachel.

He's got a funny way of showing it
sometimes.

He believed that Adam Turner was taking
advantage of you. It wasn't like that.

He's the father of your child, isn't he?

I only hope you know what you're doing.

Child.

Phil, that was the George Hotel.

A bunch of musicians have just booked
in.

How many? A string quartet. None of them
match our suspects.

What was that?

Oh, three musicians skipped a hotel
without paying the bill.

Well, those fellas who drove off with
Rachel Godwin's baby were musicians.

I don't believe in coincidence.

The guy I dealt with was called Frankie
Rio.

Frankie Rio?

He was famous once.

Everyone keeps saying that.

Of course.

Frankie Rio wasn't Frankie Rio. That was
just his stage name.

His real name was Francis Reardon.

I told you to come back to me.

Bill!

Rob! Rob told me you were on your way.

I've told you we were coming here. I
phoned the station to let them know that

the little misunderstanding between Mr
Rio and Mr Grenfell, the owner of the

hotel in question, had been settled.

What are you on about, Vernon?

Well, I spoke to the owner myself.

We've agreed terms.

Mr Grenfell does not intend to press
charges.

Well, he hasn't contacted us.

He will.

I hope you're right, Vernon.

Otherwise the Frankie Rio trio was
spending Christmas in the nick.

Why didn't you tell me you were
pregnant?

Would it have made any difference?

OK, I let you down. I should have stood
up to my father when he found out about

it.

Yeah, but you didn't.

He told you to get rid of me and that's
exactly what you did.

I didn't want to finish it.

Just cool it off for a bit.

I was pregnant!

What was I supposed to do? Hang about
until you grew up and told your father

get lost?

I was thinking about us.

Our future. If I'd have gone against
him, I'd have been out of my ear.

I didn't care about your precious family
business.

I just wanted you.

I haven't changed.

I still love you.

I don't expect anything from you, Adam.

Then why did you come back?

This is my home.

At least here I've got a chance to stop
them taking my baby.

He's my child too.

No one will take him away from you.

From us.

You'll see.

Are you willing to prove that, Adam?

Dad?

Someone here to see you.

What's he doing here?

We might have talked.

I'm speaking to my daughter, Rachel.

Dad, my baby... You tell him.

I'm the father, Mr Godwin.

I didn't know when Rachel left. If I
had, things would have been very

Anyway, I want you to know I... What?

That you liked it and got it?

Do the right thing.

It's a belating day for that, isn't it?
No.

I love Rachel.

You turners. You make me sick. Get him
out of here.

Dad, please listen.

Get him out of here, now!

It's just like my father.

You're two of a kind. I'll see you
later, Rachel.

Adam Turner's child?

A right fool you've made of me.

You don't know what you've done.

Oh, I see. It's all my fault, is it?

Adam wasn't here just for me.

If you see him again, have anything to
do with him, you're out of here.

Dad, I need his support to keep my baby.
I'm warning you, Rachel, you'll be on

your own.

As for his child, first thing tomorrow,
I'm down to welfare.

They'll be doing us all a favour if you
take him away for adoption.

Thanks again, David.

Yes, you're a real star.

I don't like the look of that sky,
Frankie.

Oh, we'll give ourselves plenty of time,
Bernard.

Well, if you must, you must.

You may just have saved the Frankie Rio
trail, Bernard.

My pleasure, Frankie.

You just knocked that record company big
shop for six in Whitby.

Drive carefully, lads, and a happy
Christmas.

Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas!

Yes, I understand there's no point in
proceeding, but if we could just have

in writing... Merry Christmas to you
too, Mr Royston Grenfell of

the Buckley House Hotel.

I'm going to drop all the charges
against the Frankie Rio trio.

It must have cost Vernon a packet to
swing that one.

Well, save on paperwork.

Mrs Godwin.

Rachel's gone.

She's taken the baby with her.

What happened?

That's my husband.

Mr Godwin?

I didn't chuck her out, if that's what
you're thinking. You didn't have to. If

only you'd kept your big mouth shut.

Please find her for us, Mr Walker.

We just wanted to come home.

Where's the robe? We lost it some time
ago.

I know exactly where we are.

Rosie, have you heard from Rachel?

No.

She's left home with the baby.

Ran off some time in the night.

In weather like this?

Who else would she contact?

It was Adam Turner.

Well, he still lives at home with his
father. There's no way Rachel would show

up there. Call him. He's more likely to
talk to you than us.

But what if Rachel's out on the road
again, hitchhiking?

I don't even want to think about that.

Brian Turner Engineering.

Rosie.

Gone where?

No, not away.

Oh, OK.

We'll keep trying, then.

Now what?

We did take a wrong turn.

How do you know?

We're completely lost.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rio.

A mother and child, yes.

Or very young, an infant.

Are you sure it was Rachel Godwin?

What time was this, Mr Harrison?

OK, thank you very much.

Arthur Harrison says he gave Rachel a
lift earlier.

Where did he drop her?

Very close to Vernon's place.

Right, Rosie, let Vernon know we're
coming, then stay here in case Rachel

cobbles. Come on, the rest of us, we've
got the taxi warm in the felt side.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree
for me.

Been an awful good girl, Santa baby... I
told Rosie Rachel isn't here.

Mr Harrison said he dropped her at the
top of your drive early this morning.

Well, we haven't seen her.

Well, the other people were saying it's
that Frankie Rio trio and they were

leaving. But Frankie Rio left this
morning.

Well, of course, he's got a gig in
Whitby.

Oh, you don't think Rachel's done a bonk
with them?

Santa baby, an outer space convertible
to light blue.

I'll wait up for you, dear Santa baby,
and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Vernon Scripps?

Yes, he's here.

Hang on.

Rob?

It's for you, Phil Bellamy.

Thanks.

Phil.

When was this?

Does he know if they were in the van?

OK.

Yeah, Century Barn.

OK, thanks, Phil.

An elderly couple on Phobie Morris
spotted the van. It's broken down in a

across from their cottage.

Are they all right?

Dunno. They can't get to them in the
storm.

Who are they, then?

Mr and Mrs Barnaby of Cottage Farm.

The van's near a place called Century
Barn.

If there's a track up to that barn,
they'll take a Land Rover.

Right. Shall we?

Right. You'd better be on the road too,
David.

What for?

Because if Rob is going to dig Frankie
Rio and his merry men out of a

they're not going to get to Whitby for
the concert, are they?

What's that got to do with me?

Well, it means you've got to go to
Whitby and pick up the big shot, Mr

who's there to see them perform.

Bring him back here and they can play at
the Christmas concert at the Village

Hall. He can't go to Whitby. He's doing
Father Christmas at the concert.

Luckily, they have a stand -in, don't
they, Bernard?

Oh, no.

I think I remember another joke.

Maybe we should try that building over
there.

Round up the staff.

It's time for their Christmas pep talk.

You do it. I'm off.

What did you say?

Rachel Godwin's in trouble. She needs my
help.

Rachel Godwin?

You're still in contact with that little
tart.

I'm going to marry her.

If this is some sort of thick joke,
Adam, I'm not amused. I'm the joke.

I should have stood up to you before
about Rachel.

But you had your way.

You always do.

I think we'll forget this conversation.

I love Rachel.

She's had a child.

And I'm the father.

It's time you knew.

So that's it.

She's trying to trap you into marrying
her.

Well, I got rid of her once. I'll do it
again.

You've messed it up for the last time.

Adam!

If you have anything more to do with
that girl, you're no son of mine.

You don't want a son.

You want someone to punish.

You have done ever since Mother died.

Oscar. Where's David? He should be here
by now. The kids will mutiny if we don't

have a Father Christmas.

Speak of the devil.

What, David?

It's me, Oscar.

My name's Vernon.

Oh, Bernie. Gina, pad him out. Otherwise
they'll all think that Father Christmas

has been on a strict diet.

Fear me.

Thank you very much.

Now, you all know why we're here
tonight.

We're here to raise money for the needy
in our village, but above all, to enjoy

ourselves. So let's start the concert
with the one and only, the beautiful,

talented, Miss Gina Ward.

We took a big risk.

I had no choice, Dr. Trent.

You will have a choice.

If you give us time.

Running away isn't the answer.

The welfare people want to give you
every chance.

They understand your situation.

My parents don't care.

I'm homeless.

Some situation.

Hey, you're wrong about your parents. I
think you'll find they care very much.

So, I want to see you, Rachel.

Well,

did you find him?

Yeah, it wasn't easy, you know, or slow
or what.

David, where is he?

Mr. Connell.

Glad you could make it. Vernon Scripps
at your service.

Hello, Santa.

I want a word with you.

There's the one -eyed yellow idol to the
north of Katmandu.

Thank goodness you're all right. You've
frightened the life out of me.

We lost Whitby, but we'll have to fight
another day.

You may have lost the gig in Whitby, but
you haven't lost your big shot.

I had him fetched here.

I may just have saved your career.

And they met next day as he dismissed
his squad.

The place was wet and flippy where she
trod.

An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of
mad Karoo.

Twas the vengeance of the little yellow
god.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a final
special event to end the evening.

Aidensfield proudly present the one and
only, the fabulous Frankie Rio Trio.

And no one knows what's going on.

And everybody changes places.

But the world still carries on.

Love must always change to some.

It's here today and gone tomorrow.

But the world goes on the same.

Right. Oh, thank you, God. Thank you.

Oh. Oh.

Hey,

there.

So, where's my... grandson, then?

Let's face it.

We've all made mistakes.

Bye.

Heartbeats back with a new series later
in the new year and The Royal returns in

January. Look out!

Sit yourself down on the couch and, yes,
you'd better sleep your stocking up.

It's vital we know how the mercury got
into your system.

I'm not saying anything that'll
incriminate me. You're lucky to be

You down?