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

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

Come on, Dave.

Fuck it, David. How many more times?

Are you still all right for Saturday?

Yeah, thanks.

It's all right. It gives me a chance to get to know him. Yeah, all right. Good

night. Good night.

Mike!

Would you walk me home, please?

I beg your pardon?

No, honestly, no one's been following me. I'm dead scared.

I'm sorry, Maureen, but... Look, why don't you ask Ricky?

I'm sure I'll be only too pleased.

Rickards!

I'm not walking home when that's worth.

What are you giggling for?

You might have said yes otherwise.

Hey, didn't you guard yourself?

Yeah.

Get up.

Quick, come back here.

Come back here.

Alfred!

What's that?

Oh, yes.

Put it down your jumper, Linda!

Who knows? I'll be around first.

Brilliant, thanks.

Baby's doing fine, by the way.

Great big boy.

Nine pounds for two ounces.

I didn't disturb you or anything, did I? Not at all.

Hang on a minute.

What's wrong?

Just keeping my distance after the other night.

Neil, the other night... The other night was a mistake.

And one I certainly won't make again.

From now on, I prefer to keep things purely professional.

Good night.

Not when, yeah. Yeah, to get Mike to walk you home. No, I did hear something.

I suspect it was just a fox.

See you in the morning. See you.

Take up stances, exchange flounces.

Lost in multi -coloured views.

There is no home which I can't choose.

Lonely in the dark I go.

The key's in my kaleidoscope.

What time do you call it?

I came straight home.

Club ends at quarter past nine.

You've been smoking. I haven't. Don't lie to me, girl. I can smell it on you.

I never smoke. I hate it. Back late, thinking of cigarettes.

If it was up to me, you wouldn't be going to that club in the first play.

It's only ten o 'clock, John.

The Gulliver, eh? She'll be at home in the evenings with her parents. Dad!

Yes?

And if I catch you back late again, I shall take the strap to you.

You're still child enough for that. I've done nothing wrong. Bath and

lingerie... Shush, Maureen. It's a school day tomorrow. Bed now. Quick.

Maureen?

Where have you been?

I got in this morning, the door was unlocked, the lights were blazing and

disappeared.

Out.

I've just arrived.

Who turned the lights on?

Oh, no.

It can't be.

He's not meant to be here till the end of the week.

Well, perhaps it's mine.

Want a mug?

Yes? I've come to report someone following me, walking home from the

Yes? A man.

At least, I think it was a man. Or a girl.

They were racing about in the middle of the night, shouting and screaming.

And now this.

In my postbox.

I tell you, when Gladys turns up, I'm off to the police house to lodge a

complaint.

You know, ever since Peter Wilson took over that youth club...

Things have gone from bad to worse.

And a dozen cents, please. A dozen cents.

Here we are.

Biscuits, that's five shillings.

All right.

Hello, Claude. Why, you want green grass?

Sit down in the window.

Keep the old furs burning.

Fires.

Good time you learned to spell green grass.

If I could spell, I'd be running the post office.

Three bob a bag. Who's Bob?

Oh, isn't he jocular?

I think we'll change that to shillings. I thought you might.

Right, that'll be sixpence.

What's this?

It's dinner.

Somebody put it in the post box.

Here they are. They shouldn't have done that.

It's not got a stamp on it.

Right, Constable Bradley.

So this is your little outpost, is it?

Yes, Sarge.

Very quaint.

Oh, I like it.

Good.

The only trouble with outposts is that they can so easily become a law unto

themselves.

Yes, Sarge.

The last thing we want for theories are one -man bands.

No, Sarge.

Teamwork. That's the name of the game.

So from now on, you'll report into Ashfordly daily at 8 .30 sharp, along

Bellamy and Ventress.

And hopefully the four of us can then start singing from the same song sheet.

Yes, Sarge.

I'm keen on singing, Bradley.

And dancing.

Do you dance?

Do other little foibles?

Punctuality and tidiness.

Get the little things right, the big things will follow.

So from now on, I want to see you in black socks and standard -issue boots.

Sloppy uniform, sloppy mind.

From now on, we're going to pull our socks up.

Ah, Bradley!

Would you mind taking a look at this and explain to me how it came to be in my

postbox?

Stuck to an income tax demand?

Mr. Blaketon, this is Sergeant Craddock.

Sergeant Craddock, Mr. Blaketon.

Good to meet you, Mr. Blaketon.

Kings. Lulu.

Mums and the puppets.

Monkeys.

Rolling stones.

That's what I call a band.

And the animal.

I could bring my Shirley Bussies.

No, I think we've got enough, thanks.

Right, now, that's it. I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, and, uh... By the way, did you, uh, tell the girls what Sergeant Craddock

said? Yes, the boys are going to walk them home.

Though knowing Maureen, she's probably making it up.

Here.

That's very nice, girls. Well done.

Um, my... my first dance, please. Uh -uh.

I'm going to be by my post, the record player.

David.

Coming tomorrow night?

No, no.

Peter says he's got enough helpers, so... Oh, did he? Right.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Well, we can walk around, can't we, Bob? Yeah, cos we've got private things to

talk about. What things?

Never you mind!

Well, don't blame us, then.

You meet the Aidensfield Strangler.

It's all the stuff she wrote in a geography book.

eyes. She's said nothing. None of them have. Well, now it seems somebody's

been... That youth club. It ends far too late. Okay, okay. Look, um, just tell

me again exactly what happened. Well, we were just in the dip there when we

heard twigs napping and that.

We were in the bushes watching us.

But you didn't see him?

No. Just these eyes, like, these two horrible eyes.

Anything out there?

No. Well, there wouldn't be, would there?

Not this long after.

Straight on to Aidensfield, Constable Ventress. Let's check those woods.

May I, Sarge? Yes.

But I'm doing the crime sheet.

Important to get out and about.

All of us, not just some.

Constable Bellamy can do the crime sheet.

You, Bradley, are back on your usual beat.

What about the Maureen Dodds business?

I'm dressed off now to talk to the girls.

Oh, and Ventress, there's nothing more I've put into the general public than a

policeman with a fire ganging out of his mouth and ash all down his uniform.

All right.

I'll be gone for the rest of the morning.

After the girls, I shall be calling on a Mr Claude Greengrass.

On to him already, then, eh?

The Ashfordly estate gave him Claude's name.

Would you believe?

Stolen fence post.

Oh, so we're talking serious crime now, are we?

I've just seen Mr Dodds in the waiting room.

Fine.

We've been having a bit of a chat about his daughter.

Mm -hm.

Maureen.

He and Mrs Dodds are finding her a bit of a handful. They really just seem

pretty worried. Thank you. I'll deal with it.

Thank you, Mrs Dodds.

Now then, Maureen, your mum's out the room, so let's start telling the truth,

shall we?

I've told you the truth.

So why was there all that giggling when you came to see me about it at the

police station, eh?

Dunno.

A little bird tells me you've taken a tumble for Constable Bradley.

No. Did you make up the story of the man in the woods to draw attention to

yourself? No.

To get Constable Bradley to come out and see you?

I'll be talking to the two other girls, don't forget.

They'll say the same.

Come on, Maureen.

Nothing you say will go beyond these four walls.

There was someone following me. There was, I promise you.

Well, Mr Dodge, they should help.

Indigestion can be caused by stress, you know.

Is anything worrying you?

No.

Money worries?

Family problems? Anything like that?

No.

Well, only Maureen, I suppose.

Her daughter.

How old is she?

15? Mm -hmm.

We seemed to have no control over her whatsoever at the moment.

It was so much easier when she was just a little lass.

We knew where we were with her then.

It's a difficult age.

Give her another year, I'm sure she'll be fine.

Mr. Greengrass?

No.

You're not Mr.

Claude Greengrass?

No.

I'm David.

I see.

David, eh?

Well, well, well.

And these are your logs, then, are they?

No. These are Mr. Greengrass's logs.

Oh, there he is, that's him. What's the trouble?

Sergeant Craddock, Ashfordly Police.

Good to meet you, Mr. Greengrass.

Is the kettle on?

Thank you.

Do you know what I was thinking as I came up to you, Mr Greenrath?

No, but I'm sure you were going to tell me.

I was thinking that you and I could be very, very useful to each other.

In what way?

You know what's going on.

I need information.

You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

Put it this way.

Laughing you wants me following you about quibbling at every little thing,

right?

My word, if I wanted to be awkward.

Vehicle licences.

Dog licences, gun licences, car insurance, the list is endless.

But I'm not that sort of a copper.

I'd like us to be pals.

Pals? Sort of thing I mean.

A whole bunch of timbers just vanished from Lord Ashfordly's woods.

If you would have any idea who took it, that'd be us being pals, see?

The woodman thought he saw your truck parked up there a couple of evenings

They must have been mistaken. I've not been up there for years.

He's particularly upset about the fence posts, by the way. Fence posts?

A bunch of fence posts.

Worth about a fiver.

I never touch the fence posts.

I'm not interested in catching minnows, Mr Greengrass.

My job's bigger than that.

But I do expect them to cooperate.

Thank you for the tea.

Thank you.

You coming in, David?

Does anybody ask?

You're my assistant for the night.

All right.

Thanks, Mr. Bradley.

That's my own car.

Maury? Don't! Maury!

Bradley's going to like that. You're so wicked.

Shut up!

Right then.

Let's go.

Now, if you haven't got a ticket, you can get one inside.

Excuse

me.

What do you think you're doing?

I beg your pardon?

I hope you realise they're brand -new fence posts you're nicking. And I'm

getting the blame for them going missing, so just put them down and get

where you belong, or I'll inform the constabulary.

I wouldn't do that, old fella.

Not unless you want me to tell them about you.

What are you talking about?

Knicking that great pile of wood over there.

Because I saw you.

Yeah, well, I happened to be a friend of the owner and he asked me to clear it.

That's it.

Excuse me.

I'm talking to you.

It's a good job.

You're going.

I think you've got a bit of the fan club.

Don't. It scares me to death.

So, how did it go with you and Neil these days?

Now he's in the village.

OK.

No chance he'll get back together, then?

What?

What? You know, I was... I was just wondering.

So are you coming out of his house, then?

Um, no.

No, absolutely no.

No, no, no, absolutely.

Well, sorry I spoke.

I thought this was the bar. When did you turn it into the smoke room?

Not funny, Claude.

I've got no customers, thanks to you and your log. All right, they just need

some draft under them.

Well, according to Sergeant Craddock, the log's a cherry wood.

So it'll never burn, because all cherry wood does is smoke. Sergeant Craddock?

What does he know about it? In any case, he hadn't ought to be in here boozing.

He ought to be out doing a bit of coppering. Well, he was in here looking

you. Looking for me? What for?

The estate's been on to him again.

Yet more timber's gone walkies from the woods.

So the logs weren't just rubbish.

They were stolen rubbish.

So I want me money back. You've got no chance. That's long gone.

Claude, what about me logs?

I only placed the flaming logs with some that might.

Right, quiet down, everyone.

Any last requests?

It's about time one of you turned up. I called Constable Bradley, but there was

no reply.

You know, in my day, this would have been nipped in the bud ages ago.

Oh, no, no, you carry on, Constable.

That's what I like to see.

Building bridges.

Getting to know your public.

Ricky. Ricky.

Good night, Maggie.

Good night, Constable Bradley.

Where's Maureen?

Er, she went home with Jennifer.

Lovely.

Here we are.

Good night,

David. You did well tonight.

Thanks, Mr Bradley.

Quarter past eleven. I've missed my lift.

Must have been the lads. I promised I'd be home by eleven.

Come on.

Come on, Ricky.

I can't.

You've got to. Come on, please.

You can't go back on your own. I've got to.

What about that man? Ricky, please.

You don't know my dad.

Please.

Aidensville Police.

Right.

Right.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Yeah.

Hello.

OK, Bradley, give me the address.

She was supposed to come back with Mrs Cadwell.

Before Mrs Cadwell? Yes.

She said Maureen had gone home with Jennifer, but when I phoned Jennifer's

parents, she hadn't.

If anything's happened to her...

I'm sure it hasn't. Now, can I have a quick word with Mr Dodds? He's out

for her. I see, right.

I'll get down to the village and make some inquiries. If you could just wait

here. No, I want to come with you.

Please, Mr Dodds. Someone has to stay here in case she comes back.

Look, I'll ask Nurse Bolton to come and sit with you. I don't want anybody

sitting with me. I want Maureen found.

Look, I'm sure there's a perfectly simple explanation to all of this. All

There might be a false alarm, George.

I'm just going to go and pay the boyfriend a visit. Get in. You can tell

the way.

Corrine!

Corrine!

Corrine!

So what exactly were you?

The coke shed. Speak up.

The coke shed, sir.

Then you came out and found everybody had gone?

Yeah.

Apart from David.

That's David Stockwell, sir.

He was giving me a hand with the disco.

And what time is this?

Quarter past eleven.

Did you lend her your bike? You didn't walk her home? Yeah.

She wanted to get home quick.

She's dead scared of her dad.

Is that all?

When we were in the coke shed...

Someone kicked the door in.

Who was that?

I don't know. It was dark.

All right.

Thank you. Good night.

Thank you.

You'd better go and see this David character.

I'll ring Bellamy and Ventress and go back up to the door.

Someone kicked the door in.

What was that all about, then?

Where is he?

Come on.

Say, come on. Where is he?

Good boy.

Good boy.

John,

this is Sergeant Craddock.

Have you found her yet?

Come on, John. Why don't you sit down for a minute?

My daughter's out there somewhere.

In the dark. In the cold. And you stand there drinking tea. Mr. Dodds,

everything that can be done is being done.

Constable Bradley's down in the village carrying out further inquiries. I've got

two constables due here any minute to make a thorough search of the roadside.

Oh, talk, talk.

Is that all you can do?

So, you saw her going through the village on a bike?

Aye. What did you do then?

Come home.

But your mum said you didn't get home till 12 .30.

I didn't follow her.

Follow who?

Maureen. I just wanted to see if she were all right, right? Because she shook

out by herself.

Because there's that man who's been following all those girls in those

And by the time I got there, she'd gone.

Oh, we're going to give it back in the morning, aren't we? Give what back,

David?

The bike.

You've got the bike?

Well, where is it?

This is Ricky's bike, is it?

I didn't steal it.

It was lying in the road.

There's no use looking here.

We're retracing her steps, sir.

She was seen leaving the village, weren't she? She won't be down here.

She's got to be up in the woods somewhere.

That was Sergeant Craddock. He wants us to call off the search till the morning.

Call it off?

Well, only for a couple of hours, until it's light.

But we can't stop now.

Well, we've checked all the obvious places. There's not a lot more we can

Well, not so we can see properly.

I don't believe this.

He's arrested someone on suspicion.

And carry it on!

Arrested someone?

Who?

You can't make me a prisoner.

You're not a prisoner, David. You're helping us with our inquiries. But I've

to go home.

I should be in bed. My mum will kill me.

Listen, Sonny.

You're here for your own good.

There are people out there who'd like to tear you limb from limb.

Why?

The bike that Maureen Dodds was riding was found in your shed.

I was keeping it safe.

Okay. Let's start again.

You say you saw Maureen riding through the village at 11 .30.

Aye, she shouldn't have been out by herself.

Because there's this man, right, and he's been following the girls.

So I went after her.

Go on.

But I couldn't catch her up because she was riding right fast.

So I just...

But I found the bike lying in the middle of the road. And what was Maureen

doing?

Oh, she went there. She left it and gone home. Think very hard, David.

Are you quite sure you didn't catch her up and talk to her before you took the

bike? No. You definitely didn't see her before you took the bike.

I saw her at the dance.

And what about in the lane where the bike was?

So, you didn't catch her up and put her off the bike and go into the woods with

her?

No.

No.

No, no, you ask her. She'll tell you that I didn't. I can't, David.

Because since we left the bike in the lane, she hasn't been seen.

Funny place to pay out the pensions, isn't it? On your way, Greengrass.

Gina.

What's the deal?

Maureen Dodds has gone missing.

Since when?

Last night after the disco.

What, do they think she's off here somewhere?

Well, we don't know yet.

But they found the bike she was riding hidden in David Stockwell's shed.

What, my David?

Yeah, and they've arrested him.

I suppose as usual, they made two and two make five.

Height, five feet.

Slim build, age 15.

Long fur hair.

Blue eyes wearing a silver cardigan. Pink dress carrying a red handbag.

That's right.

Can I have a word, Sergeant Craddock Powell?

Hope you realise you've arrested the wrong bloke. It's not David who ought to

helping you with your inquiries. It's that red -headed Scottish bloke who's

living in the woods.

I beg your pardon? David Stockwell would no more attack Maureen Dodds and fly in

the air. It's that Scottish bloke you want. You must know it.

It's him that's nicking the fence posts and all.

Right. There's someone in the woods.

Yes, he's Scottish.

We're big dog.

We're red hair.

You can hardly miss him. He'll probably be carrying a load of fence posts.

Where are you going?

Maureen! Maureen!

Maureen!

Mr Dodds is absolutely all in. Laurie!

He's over there.

I've tried to get him to take a break, but he just won't. Well, in that case,

it's probably best if he just carries on.

Laurie!

Laurie!

I found something!

Is that us?

Yes. Here?

Dog handler!

Come on.

He's got us then. Come on.

First time I've been in this way, we're copper.

Delta Alpha 2 -1 to Control. Any news?

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -1.

No, Sarge. I'm going off the woods now. Radio Bradley, tell him to make his way

to... Where is it?

Oh, this is it.

Phil, Brinkwell Bottom.

Near the badger set.

Received. Out. Thank you.

Two groups.

One that way, one with me.

Right.

No, no, it weren't as bad as that. Right.

Message from Sergeant Craddock.

There's a man living rough over at Brinkwell's. Oh, God.

Go back up the track. Wait for Bradley.

As much as I enjoy scratching your back, I've got an appointment. Wait where I

told you and show him the way.

You want to show him the truth and the light as well, do you?

Please, Kitty, no further.

I'm coming with you.

Please. Oh, leave me.

Tell her to go, Mr Bradley. She shouldn't be here.

Neither should you, look.

Take her home and leave us to do this bit.

We're not too sure who's down at this camp.

But I can assure you it's probably got nothing to do with Maureen. No.

No? What are you doing here? Unpaid police work, by the look of it.

The London old lad wants your beer. Come on.

I'll show the police.

Can I come in, please?

Sorry, mate.

No one comes into my home without an invitation.

And you have definitely not got one.

Hey!

Was your daughter carrying around... a handbag last night?

Yeah, yeah, she was.

Perhaps, sir, we could just take a look at that bag on your table.

You've got that bag.

You know where she is. Where who is? My daughter.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Help!

Please, please, if you know anything about where she is.

So you don't have a loving daddy?

for God's... Look at what you did.

It's pretty, isn't it?

Maureen, love. No, Dad!

Maureen!

Don't ask me, Mum.

You're not going to tell her?

No. Okay.

Well, I'll do it for you, then.

I found her in the woods last night. No, please!

I found her wandering about, crying, in shock.

What? What's he saying? So I had to take her in, because she daren't go home.

What's he saying?

I saw her in the call house.

She was... She was with a lad.

She had to be taught a lesson. You did this to her.

Beat up your own daughter.

Reported her missing and didn't tell us. Not even your wife.

It weren't like that. Your wife's been going through agony.

Me and my men have been up half the night.

The lad's been arrested and you stood by and heard nothing.

I didn't know what to do.

She ran off. I couldn't find her.

I thought... I thought she'd gone.

Run away.

Please, Kitty.

Don't hurt me!

All I did was punish her like any father would. No!

Look out! Look out! Come on!

That's enough!

That'll do, thank you.

John Dodds, I'm arresting you and charging you with assault, occasioning

bodily harm.

Not before time, neither.

Said he'd like to be dropped here.

We're a bit scared of ma 'am, as far as I can make out.

Oh, nice work, by the way, Mr. Greengrass.

Thanks to you, we found the girl and the bloke nicking the timber all in one

fell swoop.

I get the feeling you and I are going to get along just fine.

What a shame the feeling isn't mutual.

For somebody who's a goody -good -good, David, you don't know how to get into

some trouble. Well, that's what Sergeant Craddock said. He said I were a good

lad. You know, I told him I would help you out and that.

What have you been telling him?

Well, I told him all about our log business.

You know, he said I were a right good lad.

You what?

Only about me storing up for you, Mr Greengrass.

Come on, David, what have you been telling him?

Well, you know, about how you're a friend of Lord Ashfordly and he gives

wood for nothing and pheasants.

It's a good job for you I've got a bad leg. Why? Cos it's got me boot on the

of it. Get in.

Come on, out for it. Come on. Good job you can't talk at all.

Bet you that new sergeant's feeling pretty pleased with himself.

Don't talk to me about that man.

He's really upset, poor Alf.

Well, at least he found Maureen. Excuse me, I was the one that found her.

Quite the local hero.

If it hadn't been for me, Sergeant will keep a welcome and still be looking.

Hey, Gina, you heard about him and Maggie on the dance floor?

Quite a Mr Twinkle Tolls, by all accounts.

Him and Maggie?

Talk about come dancing.

Well, I thought it was Maggie and Mike these days.

Maggie and Mike?

Yeah.

So daft.

You know what I think?

I think he was jealous of him. Of Ricky.

Oh, come on, Maggie.

Some fathers, I mean...

It happens. But we don't really know anything, so let's not speculate.

Let's just say that John Dodds is Nova's protective father.

Oh, come on. It's more than that.

And I'll be keeping my eye on it.

But Maureen and the family, they have to live in this village.

It's not fair to gossip.

Would you care to join us?

Thanks.

I can't bear this anymore.

Sorry?

Being sent to outer Siberia.

Is this what you wanted?

No, it isn't.

And it's very hurtful.

I still care about you a lot, Neil.

Why do you think we ended up together the other night? I'm not completely

stupid.

Yeah. Then again, for me, it might please Gina and whatever Neil's having.

Right.

I think... I still love you.

What? You heard.

Maggie.

Is he joining us or what?

Make it your mate, did you say?

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

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

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