11x10 - No Hiding Place

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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: 'All Cried Out' by Dusty Springfield

♪ Stayed up crying all night

♪ I knew the end was in sight

♪ And now you're walking out on me

♪ You're wondering where the little tears can be...

A single to Aidensfield, please.

♪ Well, baby, I'm all cried out

♪ I'm all cried out... ♪

The paper chains might look better over the windows.

No. No, they'll be fine, once I've managed to pin this in.

Go carefully with that paint.

Oh! Sorry, sarge.

I told you before, this is a duty room,

not some defensive redoubt. Get this stuff out of here.

It is Christmas, sarge.

Yes, I know it is, Ventress, and I don't want to lose an eye.

Can't we at least keep the paper chains, sarge?

Oh, very well. But get rid of this herbaceous border.

I take it the mistletoe's out?

ON RADIO: 'Once In Royal David's City'

BARKS

Hello?

Who's there, please?

GUARD BLOWS WHISTLE

Hello. Excuse me. Are you free?

STEAM WHISTLE BLOWS

Oh, aye.

Right.

Do you know where Dr Tricia Summerbee lives?

Oh, yeah. Well, Dr Summerbee, she's my doctor.

So she'll be at the surgery now.

Could you take me there, please?

Oh, right! Oh, yeah. Yeah.

SHE LAUGHS

Tricia?

Heather!

I don't believe it!

Jenny, this is my old friend, Heather Conway.

- I knew that. - What are you doing up here?

I was worried. I thought you were in the West Indies or somewhere!

That's what people are supposed to think.

I'm glad you're all right.

Give me two minutes to finish up. Go through. I'll be right there.

OK? - OK.

You weren't planning on festooning the place

with Chinese lanterns, I hope?

Hardly appropriate for a funeral parlour, even if it is Christmas.

Bernard...what I am planning

is making a small k*lling out of these,

as I got them at bargain-basement price.

I don't suppose you'd take a couple off my hands, while stocks last?

You don't suppose right. I'd be surprised if anyone did round here.

That's the difference between us, Bernard.

For you, the glass is half empty.

For me, the glass is always half full.

As long as somebody else has paid for it.

Bernard,

why not try and get a bit of cheerful optimism into your work?

You'd double your trade, you know.

Well, there's something else there isn't much demand for.

Cheerful undertakers.

- So, is it true? - That I had an affair with him?

- Yeah. - Yeah, that was true.

That I was some sort of call girl, no, whatever the papers say.

- Do you mind talking about it? - Not at all.

Well, we met at a club in the West End -

so expensive you practically take out a mortgage to buy champagne.

The trick is to get someone to buy it for you.

And he was that someone?

Yes. Yes, he was always generous.

Also rich, charming and incredibly good-looking for a man his age.

And he was tipped as future leader of the party. I was dazzled.

I'll bet. So what went wrong?

Nothing, at first. I was in love. I thought he was in love with me.

His marriage was dead in the water,

but it never seemed politically expedient to end it.

Then one day he rang out of the blue

to say the Sundays had got onto our affair, so it was best to end it.

For his political future, presumably?

Mm-hm. That's about it, yes.

The rest I'm sure you've read. The fact and the fiction.

So what brought you up here?

I had to get out of London until things died down.

And I thought of you, in your remote corner of Yorkshire,

and it sounded perfect. So here I am.

- You can put me up over Christmas? - Well, yes and no.

Yes, of course I can, but you'll have to sleep on the settee.

The spare room isn't decorated, and there's no bed.

Oh, I see!

But the pub in the village lets out rooms.

It's cheap, but the landlord's a friend.

That sounds fine.

You'll be recognised the minute you walk in.

We're a long way from London.

Even journalists aren't keen on working Christmas.

If I can lie low for now, that's all the time I need.

- For what? - To make other arrangements.

Right.

Peggy?

Peggy?

Peggy?

Peggy!

Course, you do realise you're missing the bargain...

Don't look now, but somebody wants to sell you something.

He's wasting his time, Gina, take my word for it.

Oscar!

Just think what a couple of strings of these

would do to cheer this place up.

We've got decorations, thanks.

You don't want anything special?

For the old folks' dinner you're laying on?

How d'you mean?

Oscar, these lights. They twinkle!

Twinkle, do they?

How much? - To you, Oscar, fifteen bob.

Believe me, I'm robbing myself at that price.

Huh. That'll be the day.

If I take a box, will you shove off and leave me in peace?

Your wish is my command.

That told him.

Someone's been here all right.

They got through the hedge there. - A bloke, from these prints.

Better go and check on Miss Turner.

But I definitely heard someone in the back garden,

and Peggy reacted as if someone was there.

Look, Miss Turner. Are you sure she hasn't just gone off?

No! She's a fully trained guide dog!

She wouldn't do that!

I'm sure she hasn't gone far.

Don't worry, Miss Turner. We'll find her.

Just to be on the safe side, best keep your doors locked.

I think I've been conned.

- You've got a visitor. - Who?

- Councillor Joyce Jowett. - Oh, no.

What have I done to deserve this?

OSCAR: Ah! Councillor Jowett. What a pleasant surprise.

I'm here about the old people's Christmas lunch.

Oh, you got your invitation, then?

Personally, I'd prefer to use the village hall.

Well, there's just the one problem.

It's a bit like having a party in an air raid shelter.

You know I'm now chairing the finance committee,

which will be funding this event. - Oh, yes.

It was on the BBC news, wasn't it? - We still haven't seen a menu.

Oh, well, I'll get one sent round to you.

It's very original.

Turkey, roast potatoes, Brussels sprouts

and stuffing.

Merry Christmas.

What's Boadicea up to now?

Ah, she's just throwing her weight around

now she's chairman of the local finance committee.

Finance? Really?

Oscar. This is an old friend of mine, Heather Conway.

Whose face I feel sure I've seen somewhere before.

She's spending Christmas with me and needs a room.

Well, you've come to the right place.

- Also privacy, if that's possible. - I see.

Your secret is safe with me, Miss Conway.

For as long as it lasts.

I've managed to trace her as far as Ashfordly.

Yorkshire.

Summerbee? Where does she fit in?

Well, if she's a doctor,

she's not going to be that hard to find.

Morning, Mr Hanson.

Morning. Is there anywhere I can hire a car?

There certainly is.

Where?

Thank you. You wouldn't know if a Dr Summerbee practises here?

Not in Ashfordly, no.

Right.

But there is a Dr Summerbee in Aidensfield.

How far is that from here?

Just a few miles.

Thank you. You've been...very helpful.

We try.

So. There's no sign of this dog?

Afraid not.

Could be children, I suppose.

It could, but you'd think the dog would have returned.

And there were footprints.

Right. Spread the word. Tell them keep their eyes open.

Sir.

MUSIC: 'Lonely Pup In A Christmas Shop' by Adam Faith

♪ Soft brown eyes that seem to say

♪ Stay a while, I want to play

♪ Would you, could you, do please stop?

♪ He's a lonely pup in a Christmas shop ♪

VERNON: Can I ask you a question, Councillor?

What is missing from all our lives in Aidensfield this Christmas?

What are you suggesting?

A focal point.

For our community spirit.

Or, to put it more succinctly,

a Christmas tree.

It seems most other villages have one.

Bit late for that now, I'd have thought.

Ah! Now that's where I beg to differ.

I happen to be in a position to be able to supply one.

A -foot tree, with lights, of course.

Not those awful Chinese things you're flooding the village with?

Good Lord, no, Mrs Jowett.

Those I'm talking about are the real McCoy,

direct from my supplier in Blackpool -

who supplies much of the gear for the Illuminations.

Really?

Obviously there will have to be a ceremonial switch-on,

with all the local press in full attendance.

And the most obvious person to perform the ceremony

would be your good self, Councillor.

After all, Councillor Blaketon will get credit for the old folk's party

even though it was your committee who financed it.

All right, Mr Scripps. I'm listening.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Summerbee's surgery.

HANSON: 'Is Heather there, please?'

Heather?

I'm sorry, there's no one of that name here. Who's speaking, please?

CLICK

There is evidence of some sort of prowler up at her cottage,

but whether the two events are connected, it's difficult to say.

It's just so awful that it should happen at Christmas.

She's no family, as far as I know. At least she'd have had Peggy.

What can be done is being done. You know that, Tricia.

I know.

Of course, it would help to have a photograph of Peggy.

It's funny you should say that.

There's a man called Hanson would like a word.

- What about? - He won't say.

But I'm sure it's the man who rang asking for Heather.

- I recognise the voice. - OK. Show him in.

Come through, will you?

- Please sit down, Mr Hanson. - Thanks.

How can I help?

I'm trying to contact a mutual friend.

A mutual friend of ours?

Heather Conway. I gather she's staying with you.

Oh.

I can't imagine how you thought so, Mr Hanson.

More to the point, I have no friend of that name.

Oh. I see. I've obviously got the wrong Dr Summerbee, then.

Nothing urgent, I hope?

That you have to contact her about?

I heard she was in the area. That's all.

I thought I'd say hello.

Like I said, we're old friends.

You'll find Christmas up here quiet after swinging London, Heather.

Gina, after what I've been through, quiet sounds most attractive.

- Hi. - Hi, Phil!

Aren't you going to introduce us, Gina?

Phil, this is Heather. Heather, Phil.

- Hello, Phil. - Hi!

Watch what you say. He's a copper.

Oh, really?

You're er, just... passing through, are you?

In fact, she's staying with us over Christmas.

Oh, really?

Do you know,

I've a feeling I know you from somewhere. No?

I can't for the life of me think from where.

Heather, can I have a word upstairs?

Yes. Excuse me.

Do you... I definitely know that girl's face.

Oh, put your tongue in, Phil, before someone trips over it.

You look like Rin Tin Tin.

- Yes, sir. What can I get you? - Half of bitter, please.

Tell me, do you have a girl called Heather staying here?

Heather?

I don't think we've got a Heather staying, have we, Oscar?

Not that I know of.

Hang on a minute... Oof!

I'm so sorry, Phil!

How clumsy of me.

Come round here. I'll get you a towel.

It's so difficult these days, getting decent staff.

So what would be your interest in this Heather person?

Well, between you and me, I'm a journalist, actually.

Really?

If anybody could tell us where to find this Heather,

let's just say we'd make it worth his while.

In fact, very worth his while.

And does this Heather have a second name?

Conway. Heather Conway?

No! Not the Heather Conway? Her picture's in all the papers?

- That's the one. - Well, I'll keep my eyes peeled!

Having said that, I'm sure I'd know if...

she'd walked in here.

OSCAR CHUCKLES

- Hanson? - So he said. Does it ring a bell?

No. But that doesn't mean anything.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Look, just to warn you, there's a bloke from the press called Hanson,

asking if a Heather Conway's stopping here.

I can't stay here.

Looks like my sofa'll have to do.

- Have the other half. - Cheers.

On the house.

ENGINE STARTS

Bingo!

- "The" Heather Conway? - The one and only!

Ooh, you should see her, Alf.

She makes Elizabeth Taylor look like...Jack Palance.

What's she doing in Aidensfield?

Hiding. From the press.

So keep it to yourself, or Gina will have my guts for garters.

But what's Gina got to do with it?

Well, she's in on it. Her and Oscar.

And...whatever you do,

don't tell Tom Thumb out there. If he finds out, he'll...

DOOR OPENS

Are you sure you're just avoiding the press?

What else?

If Hanson is a reporter, he's certainly tenacious.

Believe me, Tricia, you've no idea.

You - you can't even take a bath

without someone trying to stick a camera in the window.

It's like some sort of nightmare.

I'm sure.

Hi. Come in.

This is great, Trish.

I got one of the lads at the local paper to do a piece.

- Thanks, Mike. - This is just what he needs.

But if it's to make tonight's edition, I'd better go.

Look, Trish, don't worry.

We'll find her. I promise.

You can take 'em back, cos they're rubbish!

Good of you to join me.

You've just missed the lynch mob.

I'm practically under siege, with people returning duff lanterns.

If there's a problem, replace them.

The replacements want replacing!

Don't worry, Bernard. I've got bigger fish to fry.

Why is it my heart sinks at things like that?

I've got to find a -foot Christmas tree.

David, in a flash of inspiration,

reminded me Lord Ashfordly has a wood full of 'em.

And a trigger-happy gamekeeper and sundry man-eating dogs.

Come along, David.

I hope you're not thinking of pinching one.

Bernard, I shall treat that remark with the contempt it deserves.

Two calls requesting home visits,

with the four you've already got to make. Here's a list.

- Heather... - No, no, you go. I'll be fine.

I can help Jenny put up the decorations.

- OK. Thanks. See you later. - Bye-bye.

MUSIC: 'Lonely Pup In A Christmas Shop' by Adam Faith

♪ Christmas time, a Christmas tree

♪ With a happy family

♪ Pity him, he's got no pop

♪ He's a lonely pup in a Christmas shop ♪

- What's that dog doing, Mr Sands? - It's my girlfriend's, Mrs Paxton.

She's gone into hospital, and asked me to look after it over Christmas.

I'm sorry. I made it clear when I let you have the room,

absolutely no pets of any kind. - Of course you did, Mrs Paxton.

But if you could just stretch a point for once?

Please? She's fully house trained. Aren't you, Peg?

Good girl. - Oh, very well. It can stay.

But after Christmas, make other arrangements.

Of course I will. Thanks a lot, Mrs Paxton.

Hello?

Hi, Tom. I'll just get your prescription.

Hello.

- Tom Nicholson. And you are? - Heather.

Oh. That's a nice name.

Sort of fragrant.

Heather's staying with us over Christmas.

I'm sorry, Tom. She's still not signed it yet.

Don't worry. I'll call back.

In fact, it'll be a pleasure. See you later.

MOUTHS

They've given us a pretty good show, sarge.

Let's hope it doesn't backfire, Bradley.

Um...backfire, sarge?

Publicity's all very well. It may jog somebody's memory.

But if the dog isn't found, everyone knows who to blame.

So, you'd better find it quickly, hadn't you?

David!

Oh, yes. Very nice. Very nice indeed.

Just what the doctor ordered, David.

Right. Whenever you're ready.

Oi!

Ah, Mr Reed. Ah, ha, ha.

Now we wouldn't be here, of course, without seeking official permission

from my good friend Lord Ashfordly.

We did call by the office, but I'm afraid he's away for Christmas,

which puts us in a bit of a cleft stick.

I mean, here's the village in need of a Christmas tree,

and here's Lord Ashfordly... not here.

So in Lord Ashfordly's absence

I can't really see any alternative course of action.

Unless, of course, you, as Lord Ashfordly's representative,

feel that we could come

to some mutually satisfactory financial agreement.

ON RADIO: 'Santa Claus is Comin' to town'

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Yes, Phil.

Right. Mrs Paxton? And the address?

Great. Thanks.

A goddess, Alf. A goddess.

But...classy with it, as well.

Does she have a name, this, ah...vision of loveliness?

Heather.

Oh. Really.

She's at Tricia's for Christmas.

Don't tell Phil. He'll only go round and make a fool of himself.

Got you.

Hey...you've not said anything to him about, er...

you know what?

Not a word, Phil. Not a word.

I hope you did pay for that.

Bernard, you are looking at a man that has lost an arm and a leg.

David.

That's the address, over at Ashfordly.

I want you to nip over and pick up them coloured lights.

Right, Mr Bernard.

I thought you told Mrs Jowett they came from Blackpool!

Which they probably did, Bernard.

Once upon a time.

SONG: 'Jingle Bell Rock'

♪ Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

♪ Jingle around the clock

♪ Mix and mingle in a jinglin' beat

♪ That's the jingle bell rock ♪

What makes you think it's the dog we're looking for?

The one that's gone missing is called Peggy, right?

Well, he calls this one Peg.

Right, Mrs Paxton. I'll have a look round.

Let me know if he comes back.

I'll hold onto this, if that's all right.

♪ Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

♪ Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time

♪ Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square

♪ In the frosty air...

Oh, no.

♪ It's the right time

♪ To rock the night away

♪ Jingle bell time is a swell time

♪ To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh

♪ Giddy-up, jingle horse, pick up your feet

♪ Jingle around the clock

♪ Mix and mingle in the jinglin' beat

BREAKING GLASS

♪ That's the jingle bell rock ♪

- There we are. - Cheers.

You wouldn't have a room for a couple of days?

I'm afraid we don't take paying guests over Christmas.

Sorry about that.

Oh, David! You got them, then?

I got them all right, yeah.

Great.

I don't suppose you know where

I could stay over Christmas? - Stay here.

- They don't take paying guests. - Since when?

You want to see the one booked in. She's a cr*cker.

Really?

This, er...wouldn't be her, by any chance, would it?

Yeah. When you're ready, Oscar.

Two Scotches and half a shandy, please.

♪ In the bleak midwinter

♪ Frosty wind made moan

♪ Earth stood hard as iron

BARKS

♪ Water like a stone

♪ Snow had fallen

♪ Snow on snow

♪ Snow on snow

♪ In the bleak midwinter

♪ Long ago ♪

Victor Sands came out of prison six weeks ago.

- What was he in for? - Petty theft, shoplifting.

- Nothing violent? - No. The governor says he's shy.

Got kicked out of home by his stepfather.

Left to fend for himself.

He didn't seem able to make friends.

His only friend inside was a dog. - A dog?

Yes, sarge. He was one of a group of prisoners

in an experimental rehabilitation scheme,

working with and training guide dogs.

He got quite distressed when the scheme came to an end,

and the dog was taken away from him.

I think I see. This boy gets out of prison,

and has no one to spend Christmas with,

except his friend, Peggy the dog.

Quite, sarge.

PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Craddock.

Sergeant Craddock, yes. - Oh, hello, Mr Reed.

Well, PC Bradley's here with me now.

I'll hand you over to him.

Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper.

- Hanson? - Who are you?

Harry Parker. And I'll ask the questions. Where is she?

Can you describe the man you saw?

In his s, slim. Black hair.

I've seen him three or four times now.

I'm just sorry I haven't managed to grab him for you.

A slippy character, obviously. - He doesn't want to be caught.

How did you know he was there? - I didn't.

But his dog barked. Must have heard us before he did.

Right. Thanks very much for your time, Mr Reed. It's most helpful.

If we can't catch him,

we might be able to catch his dog.

David! David!

Just off to the town hall to see Councillor Jowett.

Right, Mr Vernon.

MUSIC: 'Rockaliser Baby' by The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band

♪ Rockaliser Baby Rockin' round the town

♪ Don't you realise, my friend You're bringing everybody down?

♪ Rockaliser Baby What's goin' on?

♪ Don't you realise, my friend You're doing everybody wrong? ♪

HENS CLUCKING

So what exactly do you have in mind?

- That's nothing to do with you. - Look...

No, you look. You've done your bit finding her.

I'm here to finish the job. All right?

We'll sort that lady out.

EMMA: Peggy! Come on, girl!

Peggy! Peggy!

It's no use. She's not here.

Peggy!

Come on, now!

BARKING

Come on! Peggy!

Peggy? Peggy! Peggy! Peggy!

Peggy! Peggy, heel!

- No! - Heel!

Peggy! Come here!

No, Constable Bradley! - It's all right, Emma.

Listen, Vic, this is pointless.

There's no way you'll be allowed to keep her.

She's Miss Turner's guide dog. She needs her.

Come on. Return her now, and there's no harm done.

No, we could say that you'd just borrowed her for Christmas.

Couldn't we, Constable? - What do you say, Vic?

SNIFFS

Peggy! Oh, Peggy! Peggy! Hello!

Come on.

There she is.

Wait for me.

- Can I help you? - Yeah.

You can ask Heather to step back for a word.

Unless, of course, you...

- Heather? - That's right.

Sorry. There's no-one of that name here.

Course there isn't.

But if you should happen to bump into anyone answering to it,

just tell 'em this from me, will you?

She knows what we want. She knows we're going to get it.

One way or the other.

So if she's got half a brain in that pretty little head,

I suggest she uses it.

After all, we wouldn't want anybody getting hurt, would we?

And that's a threat, is it?

Think of it as very sound advice.

And if I should bump into this person,

who shall I say gave her this advice?

Call me Harry.

All my friends do.

And tell her she's got...one hour

to get in touch.

I'll be down at the pub in the village.

If she tries to run, follow her.

All right, Heather. What is going on here?

And this time, the truth, please. The whole truth.

HEATHER SOBS

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Oh, hi, Tricia. No, he's not at the moment,

but we're expecting him back any minute.

What's the matter?

Don't panic. Stay where you are.

As soon as he gets here, we'll be there, OK?

Some sort of problem, is there, Officer?

I believe the phrase is "helping police with their enquiries", sir.

Tell him what you just told me.

Well, it started with a photograph I found on his desk one day,

of my famous boyfriend, on a beach in Spain, with certain

equally famous faces from the East End.

Gangsters?

- Yes. - Go on.

When I asked him about them,

he simply laughed it off, and said they were old friends.

He'd just happened to bump into them.

I see.

So I thought no more about it,

until one day he turned up at my flat

with a package he said he wanted to leave with me.

His story was that he'd been burgled twice,

and it would be safer with me.

And did he say what was in this package?

No, but I...looked,

and found that it was full of records.

Financial records. - Of what?

Of business transactions involving the people in the photograph,

which suggested they were more than just friends.

So what did you do?

As requested,

until he suddenly finished with me,

um...and I still had the documents with me.

Then he called, demanding them back.

And I just... I couldn't even bear hearing his voice on the phone.

I said I didn't know what he was talking about.

I know it was stupid.

That's when I started to get funny phone calls,

not to mention sinister men hanging around my flat all day and night -

one of which is our friend Harry, from earlier.

Why didn't you go to the police in London?

And tell them what?

That my ex-boyfriend the politician had set gangsters on to me?

I couldn't prove he had.

And anyway, they hadn't done anything illegal.

That's why I cut and ran.

But I've still got the documents with me.

And...what about Hanson?

The bloke sitting outside? Where does he fit in?

I have no idea.

Well, we'd better go and ask him, hadn't we?

CRADDOCK: 'What's all this about, Mr Hanson?'

I'm a humble private detective.

All I know is, I was paid to trace her.

- By whom? - I don't know!

You don't know who paid you?

I was approached by someone on behalf of someone else.

It wouldn't happen to be a politician, would it?

As I've already said, I don't know!

- What's all this? - I should go, Tricia.

- Go? Where? - Back to London.

You're a friend, and all I've brought you is trouble.

Well, Heather, that's what friends are for.

These people are dangerous.

Someone could get hurt. I'd never forgive myself.

You're safer here than you would be in London, alone.

But it isn't fair on you. In fact, it was very selfish of me

turning up here in the first place.

Like I said, that's friendship. Isn't it?

Tell us about this accomplice.

If by accomplice you mean the bloke I was with,

all I know is,

I was told to meet him at the station, which I did.

I'd never clapped eyes on him before.

But you do know his name, presumably?

Parker. Harry Parker.

Did you know he threatened Miss Conway today?

I know he went to see her, but no.

According to her, Parker's mixed up with gangsters.

Did you know that, Mr Hanson?

- No, I swear! - But it doesn't surprise you.

No. Not really.

Why is that?

Because of something he said in the car over here -

about "finishing the job", "sorting her out

once and for all".

As I've already said, all I did was find her.

Well, let's hope a court sees it that way.

Right now, Miss Conway's safety is top priority, wouldn't you agree?

TAPS GLASS ON BAR

And again.

That'll be another double, will it, sir?

Like I said.

Have a nice time.

Thank you.

Oh, keep the change.

Oh - thanks!

Listen, can you do me a huge favour?

Well, of course, if I can.

There's a man waiting for me at the Aidensfield Arms. His name's Harry.

Can you give him this, and tell him Heather sent it?

Oh, well...right.

Thanks, David.

Bye, then.

Bye.

TRAIN TOOTS

Excuse me?

You're...Harry, aren't you? - What of it?

It's nothing, it's just... I were told to give you this.

Where did you get this?

Oh, it were, er...that pretty lady.

Heather, her name is.

I just dropped her off at the station. In my taxi, like.

So, what was all that about, eh?

Heather?

Mike? It's Tricia. She's gone.

I don't know. The station, I think. She's taken her bags.

HARRY: Hello, Heather.

You got what you came for. Please leave me alone.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as that.

You see...

you've been a naughty girl,

inconvenienced a lot of very important people.

The way they see it,

you know too much.

This'll be your train, will it, doll?

TOM: Oi!

Ow!

SONG: 'Sleigh Ride'

APPLAUSE

♪ Just hear those sleigh bells ringing and ting tingle-ingling too

♪ Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you ♪

♪ ...had a very shiny nose

♪ And if you ever saw him...

Tom? Craddock wants a word.

Hi.

You should be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of a child.

SNAP

- You wanted a word, sarge? - Word? I didn't want a word.

I'll have another whisky though. - What's going to happen to him?

He was too hot for us to handle, so we handed him to CID.

You've certainly had a busy day, Constable.

So have you, Doctor.

I'm glad you found Emma's dog for her.

- Thanks. Yes, so am I. - Merry Christmas, anyway.

Merry Christmas.

♪ And praises sing to God the king

♪ And peace to men on earth...

Mr Vernon? Mr Vernon!

I think you'd better come outside.

SONG: 'Sleigh Ride'

♪ Just hear those sleigh bells ringing and ting tingle-ingling too

♪ Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you ♪

♪ Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"

♪ Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you ♪