All language subtitles for Father Brown s12e06 The Lord of the Dance.eng

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!

Dress rehearsal
in one hour.

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

What if it's broken?

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

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.

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.

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!

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