07x24 - Love Me Do

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Ain't Nothing But A House Party' by The Tremeloes

♪ Well, they're dancing on the ceiling

♪ They're dancing on the floor

♪ Move on, baby, we're coming through the door

♪ They know it's a party going on

♪ Gonna dance... ♪

YELLING AND LAUGHTER

♪ I know it's cold outside...

GIRL: Get off, Rickie!

♪ I'll keep you satisfied

♪ All you gotta do is groove (Oh, yeah)

♪ Every time you feel the groove

♪ It ain't nothing but a party (It ain't nothing but a party)

♪ It ain't nothing but a house party (It ain't nothing but a party)

♪ It ain't nothing but a party (It ain't nothing but a party)

♪ It ain't nothing but a house party (It ain't nothing but a party) ♪

GIGGLING



- Goodnight, Dave.

- Hop it, David.

How many more times?

Are you still all right for Saturday?



- Yeah, thanks.

- Great, thanks.

It's all right. Gives me a chance to get to know them.



- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Go on, Maureen!

Mike!



- Would you walk me home, please?

- I beg your pardon?

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

I'm sorry, Maureen, but, er...

Look, why don't you ask Rickie? I'm sure he'd be only too pleased.

Records!

I'm not walking home with that twerp.

What did you go giggling for? He might have said yes otherwise.



- Hey, in't he gorgeous, though?

- Yeah!

DOG BARKS

GREENGRASS: Shut up.

BARKS URGENTLY

GREENGRASS: Come back here! Hey! Come back here!

Alfred!

Rickie really fancies you!

BOY: What's that? Oh, yes!

Want it down your jumper, Linda?

GIRLS SCREAM

Night, Mr Blaketon.

ALL: Night!

SQUEALS

Give me that toad.

Two now, and tell her I'll be round first thing.

Brilliant. Thanks.

The baby's doing fine, by the way.

Great big boy, lb oz.

I didn't disturb you or anything, did I?

Not at all.

FOOTSTEPS OF PASSERS

-BY

Hang on a minute.

What's wrong?

Just keeping my distance after the other night.



- Neil, the other night was...

- The other night was a mistake.

And one I certainly won't make again.

From now on I'd prefer to keep things purely professional.

Goodnight.

♪ I need you, oh, how I need you

♪ Why do you treat me bad? Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪



- See you, girls.

- We'll walk with you.



- No. It's all right.

- We've come all this way.



- You were just making it up!

- To get Mike to walk you home.

No, I did hear something. I expect it was just a fox.



- See you in the morning.

- BOTH: See you, Maur!

BOTH: ♪ Baby love, my baby love ♪

MUSIC: 'Kaleidoscope' by Procol Harum

♪ The key's in my kaleidoscope

♪ Confused faces change their places

♪ Take up stances, exchange glances

♪ Lost in multi

-coloured hues

♪ There is no whole which I can choose

♪ Lonely in the dark I grope

♪ The key's in my kaleidoscope ♪

What time do you call this?

I came straight home.

The club ends at quarter past nine.

SNIFFS



- You've been smoking!

- I haven't!

Don't lie, girl. I can smell it on you!

That's other people. I never smoke. I hate it.

Back late, stinking of cigarettes.

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

It's only ten o'clock, John.

A girl of her age should be at home 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! Babs and Linda...

Shush, Maureen. It's a school day tomorrow.



- Bed, now. Quick.

- Maureen!

Night!

GENTLE MUSIC ON RADIO

Morning, Alf. It's parky out.



- Where have you been?

- Ey?

When I got in this morning, the door was unlocked,

the lights were blazing and you'd disappeared.

Alf, I've just arrived.

So who turned the lights on?

Oh, no!



- It can't be.

- Shh.

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

Perhaps it's Mike.

Morning, lads.

RADIO OFF

Go on. You've got to tell them.

It might be a m*rder*r.

Yes?

I've come to report someone following me,

walking home from Youth Club.



- Yes?

- A man.



- At least, I think it was a man.

- Or a ghost!

GIGGLING

OSCAR: They were racing about in the middle of the night,

shouting and screaming.

And now this! In my post

-box.

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 stamps, please.

A dozen stamps. Here we are. Biscuits, that's five shillings.



- Hello, Claude.

- What do you want, Greengrass?

Stick that in the window.

"Keep the home FIRS burning"?

Fires.

It's time you learnt to spell, Greengrass.

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

Three bob a bag. Who's Bob?

Ooh, in't he jocular?

We'll change that to shillings.



- GREENGRASS: Thought you might.

- Right. That'll be sixpence.

Urgh!

What's this? His dinner?

Somebody put it in the post box.

They shouldn't have done that. It's not got a stamp on it!

GREENGRASS LAUGHS

Right, Constable Bradley. So this is your little outpost, is it?



- Yes, Sarge.

- Very quaint.



- I like it.

- Good.

Good.

The only trouble with outposts

is that they can so easily become a law unto themselves.

Yes, Sarge.

The last thing we want is a series of one

-man bands.

No, Sarge.

Teamwork. That's the name of the game.

So from now on, you'll report in to Ashfordly daily at . sharp,

along with Bellamy and Ventress.

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?

Two 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 post

-box,

stuck to an income tax demand.

Mr Blaketon.

This is Sergeant Craddock.

Sergeant Craddock, Mr Blaketon.

Good to meet you, Mr Blaketon.

Sergeant.

MUSIC: 'You're Welcome to My Heart' by The Swinging Blue Jeans

Get off, Rickie!

Here we go. Kinks.

Lulu. Mamas And The Papas.

Monkees. Rolling Stones.

Now, that's what I call a band.

And The Animals.

I could bring my Shirley Basseys.

I think we've got enough, thanks, Pete.

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

Oh, and, er... by the way,

did you 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.

Yeah. Quite.

Very nice, girls. Well done.

Erm... Mike, can I have the first dance, please?

Uh

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

ANIMATED CHATTER

MIKE: David.

Are you coming tomorrow night?

No. No, Peter says he's got enough helpers.



- Oh, did he?

- Aye.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

ALL LAUGH

You were the ones that made me do it. Not me.

I knew he'd say no. It was so embarrassing.



- Get lost, lads!

- Peter says we're to walk you home.



- Not likely!

- She's not allowed boyfriends.



- Her dad don't know his daughter!

- We can walk her home, can't we?

Yeah. We've got private things to talk about.



- What things?

- Never you mind!

Don't blame us, then, if you meet the Aidensfield strangler!

Come on.



- I don't fancy any of them.

- David?



- We all know about you, Maureen!

- Constable Mike Bradley!

He's ancient! He can only do a waltz.

He's not that old. I wonder what he kisses like.



- Maureen!

- She's got a one

-track mind!

You can talk. I saw the stuff she wrote in her geography book.



- Shut up!

- What stuff?

Shut up!

Don't. I hate this bit.

TWIG SNAPS



- What was that?

- What?



- Behind!

- Don't look round.



- Come on. Let's run!

- No!

It's just us, scaring each other. I bet it's Rickie.

Rickie? Rickie, if that's you, I'll k*ll you!

SCREAMING



- Before tonight, she said nothing.

- None of them have.

Now it's seems someone's been following them.

It's that youth club. It ends far too late.

OK, OK. Look, erm... just tell me again exactly what happened.

We were just in the dip there, when we heard twigs snapping.

LINDA: Someone was 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.

Right. Straight out to Aidensfield, Constable Ventress.

Check those woods.



- Me, Sarge?

- Yes.



- But I'm doing the crime sheets.

- Important to get out and about.

All of us, not just some.

Constable Bellamy can do the crime sheets.

You, Bradley, are back on your usual beat.



- What about Maureen Dodds?

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

Oh, and Ventress, there's nothing more off

-putting to the public

than a policeman with a f*g hanging out of his mouth

and ash 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, eh?

The Ashfordly Estate gave him Claude's name.

Would you believe stolen fence posts!

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.

He really does seem pretty worried.

Thank you. I'll deal with it.

Thank you, Mrs Dodds.

Now, then, Maureen.

Your mum's out of the room, so let's start telling the truth.

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?

Don't know.

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.

And 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.

Here you are, Mr Dodds. 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. Our daughter.



- How old is she?

- Fifteen.

Mm

-hm.

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

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



- We knew where we were with her.

- 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, are they?

No. They're Mr Greengrass's logs. There he is.



- That's him.

- GREENGRASS: 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 see you, Mr Greengrass?

No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me.

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

Oh, aye? In what way?

You know what's going on. I need information.

You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

Put it this way.

Last thing you want is me following you about,

quibbling at every little thing.

And, my word, if I wanted to be awkward!

Vehicle licences. Dog licences. g*n licences.

Car insurance. The list is endless!

But I'm not that sort of a copper.

I'd like us to be pals.

P

-Pals?

Sort of thing I mean.

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

If you were to have any idea who took it,

that would be us being pals, see?

The woodman thought he saw your truck

parked up there a couple of evenings ago.

No. He must be mistaken. I've not been up there for years.

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



- Fence posts?

- Bunch of fence posts.



- Worth about a fiver.

- I never touched the fence posts.

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

My job's bigger than that.

But I do expect them to co

-operate.

Thank you for the tea.

Cheerio.

MUSIC: 'I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself' by Dusty Springfield

♪ Don't know just what to do with myself

♪ I'm so used to doing everything with you



- All right, ladies?

- All right, girls?

♪ Planning everything for two

♪ And now that we're through...

Are you coming in, David?

♪ I just don't know what to do with my time... ♪

If anybody asks, you're my assistant for the night, all right?

Thanks, Mr Bradley!

Does my hair look all right?



- Maureen Dodds!

- Maureen!



- Bradley's going to like that!

- Yeah, so's Rickie.



- Shut up.

- ALL: Ooh!

Right, then.

Look at them!

WOLF WHISTLE

Here! Have a swig and pass it on.

Right! If you haven't got a ticket, you can get one inside. Come on.

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.

I'm getting the blame for them going missing,

so put them down and get back to where you belong.

Or I'll inform the constabulary!

Ooh, I wouldn't do that, old fella.

Not unless you want me to tell them about you.

What you talking about?

Nicking that great pile of wood over there. Cos I saw you.

I happen to be a friend of the owner and he asked me to clear it.

Excuse me! I'm talking to you!

It's a good job... you're going.

MUSIC: 'Hippy Hippy Shake' by The Swinging Blue Jeans

♪ Well, now you shake it to the left

♪ You shake it to the right

♪ You do the hippy shake

-shake

♪ With all your might, oh, baby

♪ Yeah, come on and shake

♪ Aw, it's in the bag

♪ Ooh, the hippy hippy shake

♪ Ooh, the hippy hippy shake

♪ Ooh, the hippy hippy shake

♪ Ooh, the hippy hippy shake ♪

MUSIC: 'You're My World' by Cilla Black

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

Don't. It scares me to death.

So, how's it going with you and Neil these days? Now he's in the village.

MAGGIE: OK.

No chance you'll get back together?

What?

Well, you know... I was just wondering.

I saw you coming out of his house the other night.

Erm... No.

No. Absolutely no.

No. No. No. Absolutely. Sorry I spoke.

♪ With your hand

♪ Resting in mine

♪ I feel a power

♪ So divine

♪ You're my world

♪ You are my night and day

♪ You're my world

♪ You're every prayer I pray ♪

By 'eck, Gina! I thought this was the bar.

When did you turn it into the smoke room?

It's not funny, Claude!

I've got no customers, thanks to you and your logs.

They're all right. They need some draught under them.

According to Sergeant Craddock, the logs are cherry wood.

So it'll never burn, cos all cherry wood does is smoke!

Sergeant Craddock? What does he know about it?

He hadn't ought to be in here, boozing.



- He ought to be out coppering.

- He was in here looking for you.



- Looking for me? What for?

- The Estate's been onto 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 my money back.

You've got no chance. That's long gone.

Claude! What about my logs?

I'll replace the flaming logs, with some that might.

Right! Quiet down, everyone. Any last requests?



- Peggy Sue.

- Penny Lane.

No! Bits and Pieces.

ALL CHEER AND APPLAUD

MUSIC: 'Bits And Pieces' by The Dave Clark Five

♪ I'm in pieces, bits and pieces

♪ Since you left me and you said goodbye

♪ I'm in pieces, bits and pieces

♪ All I do is sit and cry

♪ I'm in pieces, bit and pieces

♪ You went away and left me misery

♪ I'm in pieces, bits and pieces

♪ And that's the way it'll always be

♪ I'm in pieces, bits and pieces

♪ You said you loved me and you'd always be mine

♪ I'm in pieces, bits and pieces... ♪

OSCAR: 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.

MUSIC: 'A Whiter Shade Of Pale' by Procol Harum

♪ You skipped the light fandango

♪ Turned cartwheels across the floor...

Oh, no, you carry on, Constable.

That's what I like to see. Building bridges.

Getting to know your public.

♪ The crowd called out for more...

MUFFLED MUSIC CONTINUES

MAUREEN: Stop it, Rickie!

Rickie.

♪ As the miller told his tale

♪ But her face, at first just ghostly

♪ Turned a whiter shade of pale ♪

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Goodnight, Constable Bradley!



- Night, Maggie.

- Night, Constable Bradley!

Where's Maureen?

Er... She went home with Jennifer.

Goodnight, David. You did well tonight.

Thanks, Mr Bradley.

What was that?



- Hello?

- Shh.

Everyone's gone, Rickie! What time is it?



- . .

- Oh, I've missed my lift.



- It must have been the lads.

- I promised I'd be home by . !



- Come on! Come on, Rickie!

- I can't!

You've got to! Come on! Please!

MUSIC: 'Kaleidoscope' by Procol Harum



- You can't go back on your own.

- I've got to.



- What about that man?

- Rickie, please.

You don't know my dad! Please.

♪ Take up stances, exchange glances

♪ Lost in multi

-coloured hues

♪ There is no whole which I can choose

♪ Lonely in the dark I grope

♪ The key's in my kaleidoscope

MAUREEN SCREAMS

SCREAMS

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, Aidensfield Police.

SIGHS

Right.

Right. Erm... I'll be there in ten minutes.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

OK, Bradley. Give me the address.

She was supposed to come back with Mrs Caswell.



- Have you phoned Mrs Caswell?

- 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. Can I have a quick word with Mr Dodds?



- He's out looking for her.

- I see, right.

I'll get down to the village and make some enquiries.



- Wait here.

- No! I want to come with you.

Please, Mrs 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 right?

It might be a false alarm, Sarge.

I'm just going to pay the boyfriend a visit.

Get in. You can tell me on the way.

MR DODDS: Maureen!

Maureen!

Maureen!



- So where exactly were you?

- In 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 at the disco.

And what time was this?



- . .

- 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.



- Right. Thank you. Goodnight.

- Thank you.

You go and see this David character.

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

Someone kicked the door in? What was that all about, then?

GREENGRASS: Where is he? Come on. Sniff, come on. Where is he?

BARKS

Good boy! Good boy! Where is he?

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 is in the village, carrying out further enquiries.

I've got two constables due here to make a search of the roadside.

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 . .

I didn't follow her.



- Follow who?

- Maureen.

I just wanted to see if she were all right.

She shouldn't be out by herself. There's that man,

he's been following all those girls in those woods.

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

I were going to give it back in the morning, honest!



- Give what back, David?

- The bike.

You've got the bike?

Where is it?

MIKE: This is Rickie's bike, is it?

I didn't steal it!

It were lying in t'road.

SINGING

ALFRED BARKS

There's no use looking here.

We're retracing her steps, sir.

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



- She'll be in the woods somewhere.

- That was Sergeant Craddock.

He wants us to call off the search till morning.

Call it off?

Only for a couple of hours, till it's light.

But we can't stop now.

We've checked all the obvious places.

Not a lot more we can do, not till we can see properly.

I don't believe this!

He's arrested someone on suspicion.

I'm carrying on!

Arrested someone? Who?

You can't make me a prisoner!

You're not a prisoner, David.

You're helping us with our enquiries.

But I've got to go home!

I should be in bed. Me mam'll k*ll 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.

OK.

Let's start again.

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

Aye. She shouldn't have been out by herself.

Cos 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 were riding right fast. So I...

Followed her.

But I found the bike lying in the middle of the road.

And what was Maureen doing?

She wasn't there. She'd 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 push her off the bike, and go into the woods with her?

No! No. No, now, you ask her! She'll tell you that I didn't.

I can't, David.

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

What's happened to her?

Funny place to pay out the pensions, isn't it?



- On your way, Greengrass.

- Gina!



- What's he up to?

- Maureen Dodds has gone missing.



- Since when?

- Last night, after the disco.

And they think she's up 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?

- Yep, and they've arrested him.

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

PHIL: Height, five feet. Slim build. Age .

Long fair hair. Blue eyes.

Wearing a silver cardigan, pink dress, carrying a red handbag.

That's right.

Can I have a word, Sergeant Craddock, pal?

Hope you realise you've arrested the wrong bloke.

It's not David who ought to be helping with your enquiries.

It's that Scottish bloke who's living in the woods.

I beg your pardon?

David Stockwell would no more attack Maureen Dodds than fly in the air.

It's that Scottish bloke you want.

If you must know, it's him that's nicking the fence posts.

Right. There's someone in the woods?

Give me strength... Yes!

He's Scottish, with a big dog, with red hair.

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

Where are you going?



- Maureen!

- Maureen!

Maureen!

Maureen!

Maureen!

Maureen!

Neil. Mr Dodds is absolutely all in.

MAN: Maureen!

He's over there.

I've tried to get him to take a break but he just won't.

In that case, it's probably best if he just carries on, isn't it?

Excuse me.

WOMAN: Maureen!

I've found something!

WHISTLE



- Is that hers?

- Yes.



- Yeah?

- OSCAR: Dog handler!

Come on.

He's got a scent. Come on!

DOG BARKS

First time I've been in this way wi' a copper!

Delta Alpha Two

-One to Control. Any news?

PHIL ON RADIO: 'Control to Delta Alpha Two

-One. No, Sarge.'

I'm in the woods now.

Radio Bradley and tell him to make his way to... Where is it?

What? Oh, give us it here.

Hello, Phil. Brinkwell Bottom, near the badger sett.



- 'Received. Out.'

- Thank you.

Now, listen! Two groups, one that way, one with me. Right.

Maureen!

MR DODDS: Maureen!



- WOMAN: Maureen!

- Maureen!

DOG BARKS

What have you got, then? Good lad!

Oi!

That's hers, too. Oh, no!



- What's that?

- It's all right, Mrs Dodds.



- No, no. It weren't as bad as that.

- Message from Sergeant Craddock!

There's a man living rough over at Brinkwells.

MRS DODDS: 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!

Want me 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 home, Mr Bradley. She shouldn't be here.

Yeah, and neither should you. Look.

Take her home and leave us to do this bit.

We're not too sure who's in this camp.

I can assure you it's probably got nothing to do with Maureen.



- Alf.

- What are you doing here?

Unpaid police work, by the look of it.

The Llandudno lad wants you up here. Come on.

BARKS

Ashfordly Police. Can I come in, please?

Sorry, mate. No

-one comes into my home without an invitation.

And you have definitely not got one.

DOG BARKS

MIKE: Oi!

Come on!

Was your daughter carrying a red handbag last night?

MRS DODDS: Yeah! Yeah, she was!

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

You've got her bag. You know where she is!



- Where who is?

- My daughter!



- Where is she, eh? Where is she?

- Hey, hey!

No! Please. Please. If you know anything about where she is...

You're her ever

-loving daddy, are you?

You should be ashamed of yourself. Yeah! Yeah!

Cos I know! She told me everything.

No, Andy! Please! No!

Maureen! Oh, my God! What has he done to you?

Yeah. Take a look, Mr Dodds. Look at what you did.



- It's pretty, isn't it?

- Maureen, love.



- No, Dad!

- Maureen?

Don't ask me, Mum.



- ANDY: You're not gonna tell her?

- No!

OK. 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 coal 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 through agonies.

Me and my men have been up half the night,

a lad's been arrested, and you stood by and said 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.



- Get off me!

- CRADDOCK: Mrs Dodds.

All I did was punish her like any father would.



- MAUREEN: No!

- ANDY: Look at her! Look at her!

He ought to be locked up, following his own daughter about!

That'll do, thank you.

John Dodds, I am arresting you

and charging you with as*ault occasioning actual bodily harm.

CAR APPROACHES

Come on. Get off, quick!

Not before time, neither.

Said he'd like to be dropped here.

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

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 gonna get along just fine.

Shame the feeling isn't mutual.

For a goody

-good, David, you don't half get into some trouble.

That's what Sergeant Craddock said. He said I were a good lad.

I told him how I help you out and that.

What have you been telling him?

I told him all about our log business.



- He said I were a right good lad.

- You what?

Only about me sawing up for you, Mr Greengrass.

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

About how you're a friend of Lord Ashfordly,

and he gives you wood for nothing. And pheasants.

It's a good job for you I've got a bad leg.



- Why?

- It's got my boot on the end of it!

Get in!

Come on, Alfred. Come on. Hup!

It's a good job you can't talk, an' all.

I bet you that new sergeant's pretty pleased with himself.

Don't talk to me about that man. He's really upset poor Alf.



- At least he found Maureen.

- GREENGRASS: Excuse me.



- I was the one that found her.

- Quite the local hero.

If it hadn't have been for me,

Sergeant "We'll keep a welcome" would still be looking!

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

Quite the Mr Twinkle Toes, by all accounts.



- Him and Maggie?

- Talk about Come Dancing!

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



- Maggie and Mike?

- Yeah.

Don't talk daft!

You know what I think? I think he was jealous of him. Of Rickie.

Come on, Maggie. Some fathers... I mean, it happens.

We don't really know anything, so let's not speculate.

Let's just say that John Dodds is an over

-protective father.

Oh, come on! It was more than that.

And I'll be keeping my eye on it.

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

It's not fair to gossip.

Same again?



- Hello.

- Hello.

Would you care to join us?

No, thanks.



- I can't bear this any more.

- Sorry?



- Being sent to Outer Siberia.

- But it's 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?

MAGGIE: I'm not completely stupid.

Yeah?

Same again for me and Mike, please, Gina, and whatever Neil's having.

Right.

I think...



- I still love you.

- What?

You heard!

Maggie! Is he joining us, or what?

Maggie and Mike, did you say?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪