08x16 - Echoes Of The Past

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

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

# Silent night... #

WOMAN: Looks lovely under moonlight, doesn't it?

MAN: Only what you deserve.

Are you sure you don't mind my going out?

Course not.

I promised Mrs Craddock I'd help with the Christmas charity dance.

It's such a good opportunity to get on the right side of the locals.

I'll be fine, honestly.

What about this lot, though?

I'll deal with it when I get home.

It was right, wasn't it, to buy it all today?

Course. There's not much longer to go now.

I just didn't want to tempt fate by getting it too soon.

In case anything should go wrong.

Nothing will go wrong.

- No. - I'll see you later.

# Sleep in heavenly peace

# Silent night

# Holy night

# All is calm

# All is bright

# Round yon virgin

# Mother and child... #

FAINT THUDS

TENSE MUSIC

SCRAPING

KNOCKS

Miss Barker!

Miss Barker!

WOMAN: Coming. I'm coming.

Oh, Miss Barker. I'm sorry.

I think there's someone in the house. Could I call the police?

I understand you're organising the Christmas dance this year,

Mrs Craddock? - Yes.

How are the arrangements coming along?

Well, ticket sales have been a little sluggish,

but we'll make a last-minute push.

Have you found an MC yet?

Well, I've been giving that a lot of thought.

We need someone who commands real respect in the community,

someone with a natural air of authority.

To be perfectly honest, I think there's only one possible candidate.

CHUCKLES

Well, I'm sure you'll be able to twist his arm.

Oh, I do hope so.

Oh, Mr Hayes. Have you decided yet?

- What's that? - To be MC.

- Only too happy. - Oh, wonderful!

Well, good luck.

- Whisky and water, please. And you? - PENNY: I'm fine, thank you.

I'm confident we can make a success of the occasion.

GRAHAM: I think it's a question of using our combined skills.

My business acumen and your obvious powers of personal persuasion.

I understand you're a formidable proposition on the dance floor, too.

Well, I have won one or two prizes, yes.

Only one or two? I heard you were a junior champion.

- Well, yes, I was. - Really?

Mr Hayes, I've got Sergeant Craddock on the phone for you.

Mrs Hayes, you think you have an intruder?

Yes. I went in, there were sounds coming from upstairs.

Then I ran out and I saw a light at one of the upstairs windows.

Then it went out.

Which room?

The nursery, I think. In the west wing.

You stay here. We'll have a look.

DISTANT THUDS

MEOWS

Some intruder?!

Well, go on, Phil. Arrest him.

MEOWS

He must have followed me into the house this afternoon

when I came in to do the cleaning.

You're a silly cat, aren't you?

- You work here? - Yes.

Miss Barker used to live here.

I was Mr Gregg's housekeeper.

When he died and the house was sold to Mr and Mrs Hayes, I moved out,

but they very kindly agreed to let me rent the lodge.

You're feeling a bit less shaky now?

Yes, I'm much better, thank you.

DOOR OPENS

Jane, are you OK?

I had a call from Sergeant Craddock. What's happened?

I'm fine. Sorry, darling. False alarm.

Moggy, here, got stuck in the nursery.

Your wife thought he was a burglar.

I see. What a relief!

I feel so stupid.

But that light did spook me.

What light?

The light in the nursery. You must have left the lamp on.

JANE: The cat knocked it over.

I haven't been in the nursery for days.

Have you, Miss Barker?

No. Why should I?

GRAHAM: You must have done it yourself and forgotten.

No. No, I didn't, honestly.

I don't like to go in there, not until the baby's safely born.

I feel superstitious.

Must've been the ghost of Eldon Hall, then.

BARKER: Oh, don't say that.

Why? There isn't a ghost, is there?

There is a story about a servant girl who used to work here.

One of Mr Gregg's ancestors made the girl pregnant.

His wife had no children of her own,

so he asked the girl to give the child up to her

to be brought up as their own child.

The girl refused, saying she'd k*ll herself first.

BARKER: She had the baby, in secret...

...but it died.

And she did what she said.

She threw herself off the roof.

And she still haunts the place?

Listening for the cries of her baby, it's said. Searching for it.

That's awful!

It's absolute nonsense.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it is.

Well, consider him cautioned.

If he tries it again, we'll arrest him.

LIGHT LAUGHTER

Oh, I've heard that story

about ghosts at Eldon House countless times.

I might be prepared to believe it,

if there weren't so many different versions.

We all know Phil's a complete sceptic about it all that!

Don't we, Phil?

Only a fool would dismiss it completely.

I wouldn't be surprised if this one doesn't come over Christmas.

I know. I'm trying not to think about it.

You're worrying, aren't you?

- I'm . - You'll be fine.

I know. That's what Graham's always said.

Has he wanted one for a long time?

Yes.

But he doesn't understand.

Understand what?

You can be so worried about losing a child,

that you don't want the risk.

But you've no real reason to think you might lose it.

I know. I'm probably being silly.

- Have you got kids? - Erm, no.

It takes far more courage, doesn't it, than men realise?

Well, maybe, but, I don't think you've got any reason to worry.

- I've stacked the logs in the yard. - Thanks, Stephen.

That's all right.

You'll need a hand with that, won't you?

Are you offering?

I promise I won't take advantage.

Ta.

There you go.

So are you going to the Christmas dance, then, Stephen?

I don't know.

I'm not too sure ballroom dancing is my sort of thing, you know?

Well, it's not me, either, but I'm gonna give it a go.

This should attract more punters.

I've doubled the prize money,

and I'm going to present a trophy to the prize winners.

MARY: I'll put it up.

CLAUDE: What's that, there? Let's have a look.

That's all right, innit?

Have you, er, got actually got fixed up with a trophy yet?

- Not yet, no. - Oh, we haven't met, have we?

I know who you are, Mr Hayes. Claude Greengrass.

Pleased to meet you.

Well, what sort of trophy did you have in mind?

Something commensurate with the occasion.

Naturally. Well, I might be able to help you.

Really?

Well, I'm in the trophy trade, you know, on the, like, antique side.

Good.

Thanks, Mrs Hayes.

You've been busy.

Mmm! Yeah. Mr Hayes says you might have some work inside for me.

In a few months, we might, after the baby's been born.

We need to find a Christmas tree. Could you do that, for me?

Yeah, of course I will.

I haven't thought about Christmas yet.

It's hardly surprising. It can't be much longer now.

I should be so happy.

I've got everything, haven't I? Almost.

I just don't feel I deserve it, you see.

Why?

A feeling. I don't know.

Miss Barker says there's a ghost.

FLAPPING WINGS

Yeah, they were talking about it in the pub, earlier.

I don't think anyone really believes it.

I'm sure you're right.

I don't think we've got a trophy.

Well, there must be summat. It's like Tutankhamen's tomb, innit?

- What, there's treasure down here? - Not exactly. Apart from you!

Nah, nah, that's no good.

Who do you think's going to win this dancing competition, then?

You're not thinking of running a book?

Can I duck? I just want to get the odds right.

Some people say that them Craddocks has won medals.

CLAUDE: Yeah, I made them favourites.

Not really. Do you know any other serious contenders?

Claude, what do I know about ballroom dancing?

Hey! What about that, then?

Now we are getting somewhere. Not bad, that. What you think, Bern?

Yeah, well...

It's silver, all right.

Come up well with a bit of polish on it, won't it?

It says Northallerton Golf Club on the front.

That's all right. You can re-engrave that, can't you?

Turn it into a pretty pattern.

I'm a car mechanic, not an engraver.

Fix it up, and I'll give you a quid.

- Make it two. - You're money-mad, you are.

Here, lad. Get polishing.

Certainly knew his wines, old man Gregg.

The cellar's stacked with this stuff.

Doesn't it feel odd to you, drinking someone else's wine?

- Why should it? - I don't know.

It still feels like we're living in someone else's house,

surrounded by someone else's furniture and books and...

Come off it, Jane.

We did really well. Some of it's worth a fortune.

Well, it still feels wrong, somehow.

Jane, what's got into you?

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be insensitive.

It'll be all right.

I know I'm being irrational.

I just don't want anything to go wrong.

It won't.

Oh, maybe I'm just tired.

I think you should get an early night.

BABY CRIES

BABY CRIES

CRYING CONTINUES

Graham?

BABY CRIES

BABY BABBLES

CLICK

CLICKS

TENSE MUSIC

ROCKING SOUND

SCREAMS

Well, I've made a thorough search. There's no sign of anyone.

Where were you at the time, Mr Hayes?

Downstairs in my study. I'd fallen asleep at my desk.

There's got to be a logical explanation to this.

Well, you don't seriously believe there's a ghost, do you?

I didn't imagine it.

You're overwrought at the moment, Jane.

I know what I saw and I know what I heard.

Look, erm... there is one other possibility.

Someone might be doing this to try and upset you in some way.

What?

Well, someone who knew about the ghost stories

and wanted to get to you for some reason.

Well, who would want to do that?

Well, is there anyone else with access to the house?

Only Miss Barker.

There was a rumour she was more to old Gregg than just his housekeeper.

Apparently she expected something from his will.

I really don't think she's the kind of person who'd do this.

Then why did she put this ghost nonsense in your head?

It's not nonsense!

Look, I'll try to make what enquiries I can.

But in the meantime, if you could try and remain calm

and let me know if anything else happens, OK?

I realise it's Christmas

and the season of goodwill towards all men and women,

but I'm afraid my charitable instincts

don't go so far as to believe there are ghosts in Aidensfield.

What do you want us to do then, Sarge?

Since the only person who could possibly have a grudge

against the Hayes is Miss Barker, I think I better talk to her.

She's a bit of a spooky old bird.

She's a bit of a what, Bellamy?

Spooky old bird, Sarge.

The word "spooky," Bellamy, should be confined to lurid fiction.

It's not an adjective which has any place in police work. Understand?

Sarge.

How well do you know Graham and Jane Hayes, Miss Barker?

Scarcely at all.

- MIKE: But you get on all right? - Oh, well enough, considering.

Considering what?

Well, Mr Hayes is nice enough. Perhaps a little brash for my taste.

BARKER: New money, and all that.

Must have been a wrench, having to move out of Eldon House.

It was. What's all this about?

An intruder got into the house last night. Mrs Hayes is upset.

Nothing was stolen, but whoever it was got into the nursery.

We were just wondering if it was done out of malice.

They've not accused me, I hope?

I go in twice a week to clean, otherwise I don't go near the place.

Miss Barker...

I mean, that someone should suggest

that I should do something so malicious...

No-one's making any accusations. This is just a routine enquiry.

I see. Good.

Well, now, if you don't mind, I have to go to work.

KNOCKING

- Afternoon. - Oh!

- I've got something for you. - Thank you.

Could you bring it through, please?

SONG: 'Silent Night'

Hello, Miss Barker. How are you?

I'm fine, thank you, Stephen.

Shall I get you a tub for it?

DANNY: Mrs Hayes?

- Are you OK? - No, not really.

Why, what's wrong?

Oh, I don't expect there's much point in explaining to you.

You probably don't believe in them either.

- Believe in what? - Ghosts.

Last night I heard a baby crying in the nursery.

I went in and the cradle was rocking!

- And you think it was a ghost? - What else am I to think?

I'm worried that it's some kind of omen

that something's going to go wrong with the baby.

I don't think so, you know?

Anyway, they say you've nothing to fear from ghosts and spirits

if your conscience is clear.

That's reassurance in itself.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe I am imagining it.

I could try and find out

if this story about the servant girl is true, though.

There must be a book about it somewhere.

DAVID: There. There you go.

CLAUDE: Great, that. You've done a marvellous job with this, David.

If I were to charge a tenner for that, I'd be doing myself.

Knowing you, you'll stick another tenner on for the engraving.

By gum, you do know me well!

Shall I put it in a bag, make sure it don't get scratched?

Ay, good idea, son. Here.

Just make sure it's there tomorrow night. All right? Right.

Graham!

Graham! Graham!

GRAHAM: What is it?

It's a letter from the servant girl to Mr Gregg's ancestor,

saying she'll k*ll herself if they take the baby from her.

Her name was Grace Danby.

Well, tell me now you think the story's nonsense!

Tell me now you think nothing's going to go wrong with our baby!

Of course it's a forgery.

If it is, it's a very convincing one.

It isn't a forgery!

Mrs Hayes, you may well be convinced of that,

but it is possible, is it not, that this is part of an elaborate attempt

to cause you serious distress?

So what do you intend to do?

We'll have to let our forensic experts be the judge of that.

Why won't you just believe me?

Come on. I'll take you home.

CRADDOCK: Mrs Hayes, we're police officers.

Whatever our sentiments, we have to proceed rationally.

GRAHAM: Come on.

Sergeant.

- MIKE: Phil, could you just er...? - Oh, yes.

Mr Hayes.

I just think it would put Mrs Hayes' mind at rest

if we could convince her there was nothing in this ghost story.

How do you suggest we do that?

We could try and find out if this girl, Grace Danby, ever existed.

I suppose. Bellamy, get onto the church and check the parish records.

There's one other thing you could do, Sarge.

Old Mr Gregg, he had a sister.

He left her all his money.

I'm sure if anything like that had happened, she'd know.

Where does she live, Alf?

She used to live in the village, but she moved away.

But old Mr Gregg's solicitor, Mr Tomkinson, he'd know.

He's got an office in Ashfordly. You know the one.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Where your Miss Lambert works.

Better get over there, Bradley.

Yes, Sarge.

Don't waste too much time.

After all, we are police officers, not ghost-hunters.

I'm afraid Mr Tomkinson's out of the office.

Well, could you look for me?

I'm not sure that he'd approve.

It's... It's really quite important.

It better be.

- Gregg, you say? - Yeah, Harold.

Oh, I see someone's trying to interest you in the charity dance.

Yes, your sergeant's wife.

She persuaded Mr Tomkinson to buy several tickets.

- Are you going? - No, it's not really my scene.

A bit out of date, and all that.

Oh, I love ballroom dancing.

I mean, I'm not that good at it, but... I like watching.

Oh, well, yeah. As a spectacle, it's er...

The men really look as if they know how to treat a woman.

Which is a rare thing in my experience.

Here we are.

Mr Gregg's sister's called Iris.

She lives at Redmires Farm out at Shepley.

She's been married and widowed. Her surname's Hutton.

Hutton.

Right. Well, thanks.

I'll er... I'll see you at the dance, then.

DOOR CLANKS OPEN

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Any luck?

SIGHS

Listen, there was definitely a Grace Danby. Look.

There's a record of her birth.

I can't find out whether she had a baby.

If she did, there's no record of either of them dying.

How about you?

Well, Mrs Hutton's house in Shepley had been sold.

It seems she moved into an old folks' home in Scarborough.

I rang them.

They said she died a couple of weeks ago.

Does that mean you more inclined now to believe the ghost story, or less?

BABY CRIES

BABY CRIES

BABY CRIES

BABY'S CRIES GET LOUDER

BABY CRIES

GASPS

Jane, what is it?

SOBS

We've looked everywhere, Mrs Hayes.

And I'm afraid there's no sign of a grave.

Well, you can't have looked in the right place!

Did you see it?

No, I'd just come back from seeing a client.

I see.

It looks to me like someone's playing very nasty games.

Who?! Who would do that to me?!

Mr Hayes, you were out on a previous occasion

when Mrs Hayes had a similar experience.

Yes...

Oh, you can't suspect Graham! That's ridiculous!

SOBS

We don't suspect anyone at the moment, Mrs Hayes.

We're simply trying to get at the truth.

And the truth, as I understand it,

is either someone's doing this to terrorize you...

...or...

You think I imagined it!

You've clearly been under a great deal of stress.

It's there. I know it is. I saw it.

It had a date on it. Christmas Eve...

SOBS

MAGGIE: Look, maybe you should move out of this house for a while.

Just until the baby's safely born and you're settled again.

I couldn't. I couldn't do that.

SOBS

We could admit you into hospital just until the baby comes.

It might only be a few days.

Maybe you should, Jane.

EXHALES

Yes, I'll tell her. Thanks. Bye.

That was Nurse Bolton.

She's made enquiries at the hospital

and even though it's Christmas Eve tomorrow they can still take you.

Well, what do you think?

I really think it will be best, Jane.

All right, then. So long as you promise to go to the dance tonight.

I couldn't possibly leave you!

You must! You put hours of work into it.

And I don't feel in the least afraid now.

- I insist. - OK.

Mrs Craddock, fancy having a few bob on yourself to win?

As I say, Mr Greengrass,

it's the taking part, not the winning, that matters.

- Absolutely. - So you won't be upset if they win?

It's a far from foregone conclusion.

- Mr Greengrass. - Ah, Mr Hayes.

We got your trophy. It's really beautiful.

Right, David.

Here we are. Look at...

What on earth's that?

Er... Er... What have you done?

That's had weed k*ller in it! It's bound to damage it, in't it?

- Sorry, Mr Greengrass. - You will be. I'm sorry, Mr Hayes.

We'll get it lovely and shiny again. It's an antique.

You'll really like it when we've done it.

Here, go and find some polish and give it a good buff-up.

Well, go on, or I'll buff you up! Go on!

SONG: 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree'

# At the Christmas party hop

# Mistletoe hung where you can see

# Every couple tries to stop

# Rockin' around the Christmas tree

# Let the Christmas spirit ring

# Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and we'll do some carolling... #

So are you going to have a go?

If I can find some gallant young bloke

who doesn't mind having his feet trod on.

How about that gallant young bloke on your right?

You never know. I might be tempted.

I wouldn't need much tempting, I tell you.

I'd love to get on that floor.

GINA: Graham's looking a lot happier.

MARY: That's because his wife is.

Maggie says they're taking her to hospital tomorrow.

MAN CLEARS THROAT

Er, might I have the pleasure, Mary?

You want me to dance?

More than that. I want you to partner me in the competition.

Really?

Well, why not?

Good luck!

# Voices singing, let's be jolly

# Deck the halls with boughs of holly... #

Ah, Gina, does your mother know you're not wearing a vest?

Can I have a bet on my Aunty Mary, Claude?

- You what? - And Oscar.

CLAUDE: What, those two aren't entering, are they?

Yeah. What odds will you give me?

On them? Owt you like.

Mr Greengrass. Excuse me. I'm wanted by the staff.

What do you want? What's the matter? I'm busy.

Have you done it?

I can't find any sort of polish anywhere.

Well, just use soap and water and a bit of elbow grease.

Just get it clean, will you!

Well, don't stand there with your face hanging out, go and do it!

# SONG: 'Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer'

CLAUDE: If you want a job done well...

Come on, Claude. What odds will you give me?

What, on them two? Oh, I don't know. About - .

Right, then. I'll have ten bob.

PLAYS CLASSICAL SONATA ON PIANO

SWING MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC STOPS, APPLAUSE

- Mrs Hutton? - Oh, Mr Ventress!

Oh, I thought you were dead!

Do dead ladies dance?

Hello.

- Hi. - You made it, then?

Well, yeah. Erm...

Well, as you say, it's, er...

...it's a very graceful form of dancing.

So how come you've never learnt it?

Well, have you?

Well, I can get by, with the right man to guide me.

Well, erm... maybe later we could...

So you can dance.

GRAHAM: Ladies and gentlemen,

it's time for the centrepiece of the evening, our competition.

So, will competitors please take their partners for the waltz.

- Right. - Ready, Oscar?

I've never been more ready in my life!

WALTZ PLAYS

I'm sorry to intrude. Hello, Miss Lambert.

There's someone here I'd like you to meet.

- Alf, can't it wait? - In a word, no.

Look, erm, sorry. Excuse me.

This is Mr Gregg's sister.

- Mrs Hutton? - Mmm!

But when I called the home, they told me you were dead.

I'm getting tired of this.

That's Miss Hutton from Tadcaster. She popped off in August.

I've no intention of popping off.

There are tea dances every afternoon of the week in Scarborough.

Now, I gather you want to know about Grace Danby.

Yes.

Well, she did have an illegitimate baby by one of my ancestors,

but she didn't give the baby up.

She got married and moved to another parish outside Whitby,

and both she and the baby lived to ripe old ages.

- You're sure? - Positive.

Now if you will excuse me,

I'm going to go and get another gin and tonic.

So it was all in Jane Hayes' mind after all.

BARKER: Well, I shouldn't believe a word she's told you.

- Miss Barker? - She's like her brother, Mr Gregg.

Sounds convincing, but has never told the truth about anything.

Are you saying that she's lying about Grace Danby and her baby?

Well, she thinks it's just unpleasant gossip about her family,

but I'm convinced it's true.

- Well, can you prove it? - BARKER: I don't need to.

And nobody who's spent any time in that house,

apart from the Greggs, disputes it.

BARKER: You should talk to Stephen Lorimer.

He's totally convinced, and he's found out all sorts of things.

Stephen Lorimer?

He's here somewhere. I saw him with Gina.

Gina! Where's Stephen?

Good question.

You let a man out of your sight for five minutes and he disappears.

Here, look. Hold that. I'll see you later.

Well, where are you going?

Going to check on Jane.

PLAYS A CLASSICAL SONATA

BABY CRIES

Neck and neck, eh, you and the Craddocks.

Well... Oscar and Aunty Mary did pretty well, too.

I know. Real pair of dark horses.

I take it this isn't your kind of thing, then, Gina?

I don't know. I need a partner if I'm gonna find out.

Ladies and gentlemen, please take the floor for the foxtrot.

FOXTROT MUSIC PLAYS

BABY CRIES

BABY CRIES

David?

DAVID: Mr Greengrass, I'm in here.

GRATING OF METAL

CLAUDE: What are you doing, David? David!

It weren't coming off with soap and water, so I used a scrubbing brush.

It's not a scrubbing brush, David. It's a flippin' wire brush!

DAVID: I were desperate.

You will be, cos so are we now.

We'll have to find summat else from somewhere.

MOTORCYCLE APPROACHES

BABY CRIES

ENGINE IDLES

JANE: What do you want?

Jane?

BABY CRIES

BABY CRIES ON CASSETTE TAPE

- You had to understand. - Understand what?

What it feels like... to know you've been abandoned.

What are you talking about?

CRYING STOPS

I'm talking about a little boy.

A little boy who was given away.

No-one wanted him.

Children's homes.

Foster parents.

It was the same everywhere.

None of them really cared.

So one day he decides to try and track down

the one person he thinks really loves him.

Because he'd been led to believe that the only reason she adopted him

was cos his father was hardly more than a child himself,

and didn't want to know.

That she was on her own.

And she hadn't the money to give him any sort of decent life.

What are you saying?

What's going on?

I'm her little boy.

I'm your son.

FOXTROT PLAYS

MUSIC STOPS, APPLAUSE

You're looking a bit worried, Claude. What's up?

Do you reckon Oscar and Mary are going to win?

They've got no chance. No, I've mislaid David somewhere.

Mr Greengrass! I think I've found summat that might be suitable.

Right. Well, not in here.

Why? Why do it this way?

You don't deserve another child.

But you could've tried to speak to me, listen to my side of things,

What are you talking about? I tried, didn't I?

I sent a letter to you via your solicitor, offering to meet.

I never received it.

You wrote back, didn't you?

You wrote back, saying you didn't want any contact.

I never sent this.

You're a liar. Where are you going?

SHE SCREAMS

- Are you all right? - It's my baby!

Which means that still tying for first place

are Raymond and Penny Craddock and Neil and Maggie Bolton.

But moving nicely up the field, and only two points behind our leaders,

are Oscar Blaketon and Mary Clarke.

APPLAUSE

So, without more ado,

let's get on with the final dance, the quickstep.

I heard someone say it's their speciality.

It's ours too, Penny. Don't worry.

- How are your knees, Oscar? - Oh, bearing up under the strain.

Don't say anything, but I think we're with a shout here.

MUSIC PLAYS

Do you think we're in with a chance?

Ooh, definitely. Tonight could be our big moment.

Mrs Bolton, urgent telephone call for you.

MOUTHS

MOUTHS

Where's the trophy? I have to present it in a minute.

I know. I'm sorry, Mr Hayes. We couldn't get it to clean up,

but I've got you a marvellous replacement. Look.

- What's this? - It's better.

- Have it for the same price. - I suppose it'll have to do.

Graham, there's been a problem at home. Jane's gone into labour.

Come on. We'll explain on the way.

Don't you think we should we go now?

No, we've got to wait for Hayes to come back. He hasn't paid me yet.

We've made her as comfortable as possible. She's in the bedroom.

NEIL: Right. Thanks, Mike.

- What exactly is going on? - I'll explain later.

We're not going anywhere.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Hayes has suddenly been called away.

And in his absence, I've been asked to announce the winners.

Now, the marks for the last dance will be posted up shortly.

Following the withdrawal of Dr Bolton and his wife,

it's ended up as a two-horse race.

To be exact, it's more of a photo finish.

But I'd like you all to give a big round of applause to the runners-up,

Penny and Sergeant...

Penny and Raymond Craddock.

APPLAUSE

ALF: And the winners are Oscar Blaketon and Mary Clarke.

APPLAUSE

Now, without further ado, I'd like to present them with this...

...interesting trophy.

Thanks, Ventress.

That's £ you owe me, Claude.

I knew me Aunty Mary was good. Come on. £ .

HUTTON: I've seen that cup before. It belongs to the hotel.

- To what? - In the library.

- OSCAR: In the library? - Yes. I went to the funeral.

Whose funeral?

Old Mr Webster, who used to run this hotel. He's inside.

At least his ashes are!

LAUGHTER

I-I don't think we ought to be here, David. David? David...

# Frosty the snowman was a jolly, happy soul

# With a corn-cob hat and a button nose

# And two eyes made out of coal...

Sue! What are you doing here?

I thought you were flogging make-up in Leeds.

Hey, you! I'm not flogging make-up, thank you very much!

I'm second-in-charge of the cosmetic counter.

- I'm just home for Christmas. - I see.

Anyway, what are you doing here?

Supporting a good cause.

You've been supporting the bar most of the evening.

I've been watching you.

There was no way anybody was gonna get me on that dance floor.

Come on, Bellamy. What are you, a man or a mouse? Get out there.

Come on. It's Christmas.

Everyone's allowed to make a fool of themselves once a year.

# With a broomstick in his hand

# Running here and there, all around the square #

It's a boy. Jane's had a baby boy.

- How is he? - They're both fine.

Jane's told me.

SNIFFS

Yeah, well, I'd say I'm sorry,

if I thought it did justice to how I feel.

There's something I've got to tell you.

I intercepted that letter you sent to Jane.

What? You mean it never really got to her?

No.

I was at the solicitor's on other business

when they gave me the letter.

I'm ashamed to admit that I opened it.

I just... I'd always felt there was something in Jane's past

that she was hiding from me.

When I found out,

I thought it was a part of her life she should put behind her.

Wasn't that her decision?

Maybe.

I just felt too threatened by it all to let her make it.

So I sent back a reply, as if from her,

saying she had no wish to see you.

GRAHAM: I'm sorry.

No. No, it's me who should be sorry.

Jane wants you to come to the house tomorrow.

I don't think there'd be any question of pressing charges.

Right.

BABY GURGLES

GRAHAM: He's going to come and see you.

Thank you.

MUSIC: 'The Last Waltz' by Engelbert Humperdinck

# Or should I stay?

# The band had only one more song to play

# And then I saw you out of the corner of my eye

# The little girl, alone and so shy

- # I had the... - Sorry. Something came up. Work.

I guessed as much.

I thought you'd have gone.

And would you have minded?

Yeah. Yeah, I would.

- Would you dance with me? - You lead, I'll follow.

# The last waltz should last forever

# But the love we had was going strong

# Through the good and bad we get along

# And then the flame of love died in your eyes

- You're terrible at this! - I know.

But I'm not quite so bad at this.

# I'll have the last waltz

Merry Christmas.

# With you

# Two lonely people together #

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

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