All language subtitles for Heartbeat 01e02 Fruits of the EarthD

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

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

Where do you fall?

If you come to see baby, you're in luck.

She's awake.

But then she always is.

Man can't get any rest.

Hey, best go in.

Thanks.

Now go on now. Go on out to play.

come at a bad time?

May.

You brought her into the world. You've
every right to see her.

Well, I'll just take a quick look.

Doesn't anyone help out?

Well, unless you do what they can.

It's time to make it finish.

No joke before, but now with another.

Does your husband know how you feel?

I don't want to know more like.

But have you talked it over with him?

I tried.

Well, it's not something you do, not
with a man like mine.

Nor is he the kind of man you turn you
back on in bed, neither.

You don't have to get pregnant, you
know.

Not if you don't want to. Have you heard
about the pill?

Like I said, there weren't nothing I
could do.

It could be a valuable animal, this.

How about the hiker?

Did you speak to him?

I didn't hang about.

With that gun we drink, you...

I wonder what day it was.

Drunk maniac.

But right, he would have won it off to a
cop, too.

It says here that they were that close
to having Charlie Wilson until he put

through with them.

You think?

Should have had me with them.

Great trade, Robert.

You had nowhere to start, so... All
right, lads.

Hey, you.

Nothing like an early start, eh, Rowan?

And this is nothing like an early start.

I had an RTA to do with Sergeant Wayup
on Colby Moor.

It's rather peculiar.

An accident caused by a drunken hiker.

Another one.

Another one what? Drunks. We've had
reports.

Drunks? Aye, Rowan, drunks.

Least ways up in the moor, they're
armless.

That's a rule.

Right, now, on to real business.

I've had the divisional inspector on the
phone.

The new one.

The one they call the career killer.

And he's coming here on the 27th to
inspect this station.

Bellamy, Ventrip, you'll be in charge of
paperwork and files, and Rowan, you'll

be personally responsible for the
station inventory.

Nothing shows up worse than a false
inventory, Rowan.

It suggests pilfering inside a thieving.

Foul it up.

And there's trouble for all of us.

But mainly for you.

As for cleaning of the station itself,
which Ventress treats like a dustbin,

you can safely leave that.

I don't think you should get involved.

Thanks a bunch.

Why ask what I think if you don't want
to hear it?

Look, Mrs. Maskell is 39. She's had six
kids. She's dead on her feet.

With a selfish, ignorant husband who
won't give her the time of day.

I know how you feel.

It's how she feels, not me.

What you call help, others might call
interfering.

In London, we helped any number of women
in Susan's situation.

Not in London, Kate.

So I'm supposed to forget I'm a doctor
and keep my mouth shut for fear I might

rock the boat?

I'm just thinking of the husband of
hers.

Helping a woman to help herself is no
big deal, is it?

She asked there and Peter put her on the
bill.

Susan can't cope with Alex.

Not with something so personal.

But he's a doctor, not you.

Yes, but he's a man.

Yeah, well, I hope it works out.

You all right, mate?

Come on, Charles, time to go home.

Who's that, George?

Charles Holroyd.

Getting to be a habit, this.

There's a hill farmer called Potter.

And it's definitely his round.

Oh, the other side of Colby Moor.

He travelled a bit, didn't he?

When would he like to come over?

Yeah, Tuesday's fine, yeah.

All right, I'll be here after lunch.

OK, thanks. Bye.

Bye.

That was altering police.

Dead ram case solved.

You're so funny.

The mystery of the dead runs.

The case of the murdered budgie, the
lost sixpence.

Gripping stuff, isn't it? Yeah, well,
you forgot about the forged pig movement

order and the village dog dustbin
conspiracy.

What? I'll tell you later.

A couple of months ago, it was bank
robbers, gang wars, clipped joints, big

excitement. Yeah, that was different.

I'm beginning to feel like I'm part of
something here.

I never had that feeling in London.

You're lucky.

Are you still pining for your emergency
wall tent, though?

I can live without that.

But I'd like to be a part of something,
too.

Will it happen?

No, it won't.

You have to make it happen.

And believe me, I will.

I'm off to catch Alex before he does his
rounds.

Wish me luck.

You got it.

My name's Holroyd.

It's my husband.

He's missing.

He left yesterday evening.

I haven't seen him since.

Still living dangerously, Alex.

What?

Smoking.

Bad at any age, lethal at yours.

I've seen off more than my share of non
-smokers in my time, Kate.

I thought doctors were supposed to
inspire a life wish, not a death wish.

Well, in your perfect world, perhaps.

But in mine, we're all too fallible.

Now, what brings you here?

I saw Mrs. Maskell yesterday.

Ah, yes.

Baby's doing well, then.

Which is more than I can say for the
mother.

I think she's cracking up, Alex.

Has he ever sped away before?

Yes, sometimes.

When he goes fishing.

But he's always back for breakfast.

This morning he wasn't.

Well, isn't it a bit soon to be
worrying?

I don't think so.

Where does he usually go to fish?

The reservoir on Kelby Moor.

Did you ever go with him?

No.

We have different interests.

Well, um... He's older, you see.

Retired.

I have no part -time job.

Where's that?

At the bank, in Ashfordly.

Is your husband a drinking man?

Well, not particularly.

Oh, one or two round then, same as
anybody, but...

Why?

I saw him in the pub last night.

Looked like he'd had one too many.

That's not like him.

He's not that kind of man, Mr Rowan.

I think I'd better have a look up on
Colby more.

Well, of course she's run down. That's
perfectly natural for a woman who's just

given birth.

What about her mental state?

Perk up after a spoonful of tonic, will
it?

What do you mean?

She can't cope as it is. Another
pregnancy... I agree that would be best

avoided. Have you told her husband that?

Maskell refuses point blank to discuss
anything to do with contraception. Why?

Oh, heaven knows.

Rational belief somehow threatens his
virility, I suppose. It doesn't matter

why. It's how the man is.

And that's it. End of story.

Kate. You have been away long enough to
qualify as an outsider.

You must accept that I know what is best
for my patients.

What's more important, Walter Maskell's
hang -ups or Susan's dire medical need,

one you can help right now by putting
her on the pill? You expect the Maskells

to behave like responsible adults, some
hope.

Susan Maskell is a responsible adult.
All she needs is our support.

Kate, the pill has moral and medical
implications I haven't even begun to

consider yet.

And Susan, what about her?

Very well.

I'll call Mrs. Maskell in for an
examination, but I would prescribe the

only one condition, and that is that
Walter Maskell agrees.

I'm happy to be with you in the daytime.

Girl, I want to be with you all of the
time.

The only time I feel alright is by your
side.

Girl, I want to be with you all of the
time. All day and all of the night.

All day and all of the night.

All day and all of the night.

Hi, it's Rudy.

That you and me last forever.

Oh yeah, okay.

The night time you're sleeping ever.

The only time.

Taking the bike for a stroll, Constable?

Damn thing's packed up.

Let's come inside, then. I can't leave
it.

George, Harry, Fred, come on.

Give the Constable a hand.

Don't worry, Constable. We'll have you
out of there in a jiffy.

Thank you.

Oh, this one's on the house constable.

Thank you.

You're new, aren't you?

Yeah. Village Bobby at Aidensfield.
Who's she rowing?

Arnold Merriweather.

So what's brought you up to Kelby?

Bit out of your way, isn't it? A missing
person.

A chap called Holroyd. He lives in
Aidensfield.

Oh, hi. I know him.

I've not seen him up here, though.

Just some drunken hiker.

Well, it's true what I've heard, then.

About drunken hikers on Kelby Moor.

Five pounds for every aircraft picked up
drunk on this moor. I wouldn't be

driving this bus.

Where do they get the booze?

Don't ask me.

Hey, perhaps there's something worth
bottling in the air out there.

The electrics on the bike are packed up.
Any chance of sorting it out? Why me?

Why not?

Haven't the police got the wrong
account?

Yeah, but you'd be a lot quicker and my
sergeant, he'd never know I drowned my

bike. So what's it worth?

I'll see you all right, don't worry.

All right.

I'm thinking of setting up in business
myself.

A small garage, like.

Well, I want to get out of this place.

I'm sure you will if you want to, innit?

You can say I'm dead easy.

Comes from being a copper, harrow.

I wasn't always a copper, you know.

In my teens, I was in a bit of bother
with the law myself.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, well, luckily, it never came to
much.

So did you end up in uniform?

Pushing the right direction.

Made all the difference.

I know it was me thinking coppers were
born and not made.

Well, leave it with me.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, cheers.

Did you wipe your feet?

Make sure you do.

Who's she?

Mrs. Parkin, the lake that has a new
broom.

Pete!

Very nice.

Who's he, Roland?

I wanted you here first thing, sorting
out that inventory.

I'd like to go up to Colby Moor,
Sergeant.

What? Another dead ram?

A missing person.

His wife was worried and I knew for a
fact the man was drunk when last seen.

Right, well, leave that and pop round to
the North and Provincial Bank.

The manager wants a word with you. What
about, Sergeant?

Mr Carter is an important man.

And important men only deal with
important matters.

Don't they?

What about the inventory, Sergeant?

I had a look around the reservoir on
Corbymore. There was no sign of your

husband. I thought as much.

It was a circulated description.

Are you sure he didn't mention he'd be
away?

No.

He didn't take a suitcase with him?

Why do you ask?

Well, it could be he left home.

People do walk out sometimes.

Walk out on me?

That's an absurd notion, it really is.

I'll make sure not to cut in, as you
hear.

You know that call Alan Maskell?

Yeah. Yeah, he's made an application for
a loan.

Start -up money for a motorbike repair
shop.

He's keen to go into business for
himself.

The question is, can the bank have
confidence in the lad?

He knows the job, if that's what you
mean.

Oh, sure he does.

But a lad of his type and background,
young tearaway, bad family situation,

hardly the type to inspire confidence,
is it?

You know we're not supposed to give
references.

But I trust him, and I think you can
too.

Has he ever been in trouble with the
police?

Yeah, but only what sticks to any kid
with a lively mind and not enough to

occupy it.

I see.

Look, he's keen to get on.

Now, he's got the skill and the
intelligence to make a go of it.

So why not give him a chance?

Believe me, you won't regret it, Mr
Carter.

Thank you very much for your time,
Constable. Not at all. See you later.

Bye.

Well, he's only exposed himself to
Hannah, that's what.

I saw him counting it out.

His fair life.

On it.

It weren't hand to hand.

He was putting it on his... I mean,
taking it

out on... I'm sorry, Mr Rowan, I don't
want to think on it no more.

It's all right, Miss Davis.

Did you recognise the man?

Not me, Mr Rowan.

No, I never saw him before. And I know
everyone who uses our bus.

How about the other passengers?

Same there. Asked each and every one.

Where you picked him up, does anybody
live round that part of Colby Moor?

No, not there.

On the other side, over Eltingham Way
maybe, but it's not part of our route.

This man wasn't a tourist?

A hiker? No.

You can always tell more than four, Mr
Rowan, and this chap, we're definitely

from the moors.

Thanks for your help.

We'll be in touch, OK?

Hi.

Doing something like that on merry
-weathered coaches and to an innocent

girl like...

OK? Yeah, great.

Let's hope this is the start of
something.

Oh, the bike repair shop. I doubt it.

Still haven't heard from the bank. I
reckon they'll knock me back.

I wouldn't be too sure.

I had a little chat with your bank
manager about you.

Oh, aye?

What did he tell him? More than you
deserve, I reckon.

Thanks, Mr Owen. And don't worry, I
won't let you down. It wouldn't be me

be letting down, Alan.

It'd be yourself.

I'd have to do that, wouldn't I?

It'll work. I know it will.

It's exciting, really, being my own
boss.

Well, there's no else for youngin' even
so little.

See ya.

Thanks a lot.

Kirby Moore.

Was he drunk?

There's certainly something up there to
get to people, Sergeant.

Do you want me to take another look?

No.

Ring the other stations.

Someone must know this pervert.

Creatures of Abbott, Rowan. If he's done
it once, he'll do it again. And

remember, today's flasher is tomorrow's
rapist, and I want him caught.

Do you understand?

Yes, Sergeant.

Oh, Rowan.

Any problems with the infantry?

Not so far, Sergeant.

And a cup of tea, chaps?

Can't. She's done away with mugs.

Mrs Parkin!

Where are the mugs?

They're soaking in bleach to kill the
germs. Hey, none of that. Not in my

station.

Where did Blaketon find her?

Well, in prison.

What, an ex -con?

No, she was chief domestic.

Poor devils.

The station pushbike.

Anyone seen it?

Not in the garage.

There's no sign of it anywhere.

Booked out for repairs.

It's not in the service, love. It's an
old relic, Nick.

Haven't been used in years.

Bit like help there.

It's not the point.

The pushbikes are on the inventory. They
expect to find a pushbike here.

Turn the place upside down until you
find it.

All right, Pat.

Mr. Carter, I thought I recognised your
car.

Hello, Mr. Rowan.

All right?

Yes, fine, thanks.

Just pulled in for a chat.

Just leaving, as a matter of fact.

Oh. Well, good night.

Good night.

Good night, Mrs.

Holroyd.

Mr. Maskell.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Interfering. You better come inside.

What I've got to say, I'll say out here.

You come here out of bloody nowhere and
start telling us how to live our lives.

I was born round here.

And in any case, I'm just trying to
help. No, you're not. You're prying into

things that don't concern you.

Now, you might be able to sweet -talk
old Ferrenby. Dr. Ferrenby agrees.

It's not to do with you.

Muck about with your own life, not mine.
You don't need me to muck up your life,

Mr. Maskell. You do a very good job of
it all on your own. I'm telling you, you

don't come round mine checking sex pills
under my wife's nose again.

You're a stupid, ignorant man.

Why don't you behave like an adult?

Kate?

You still with us?

Sorry, I was miles away.

What's that?

Susan Muskell.

I think I really blocked her in it.

You were right, I shouldn't have got
involved.

But you're only trying to help.

It's like me with Alan.

Yes, but that worked out.

You've got standing.

Me, I'm just an interfering housewife.

It's not that simple, love.

I'll have to tell Blaketon.

You can't.

It can't be covered up. Not with an
official inspection on the way.

Anyway, it's not worth it for some old
bike that should be on the scrappy.

It's not the value, it's Blaketon. He's
responsible for police property.

Well, report it.

Blaketon's bought her his master HQ for
negligence. Oh, he'll carry the can

fine, but we'll get the stick.

So what's to do?

It's obvious.

We find another bike, right?

Mr. Blayton has asked me to stay on here
regular.

If I do, you'll see some changes around
here, I can tell you.

over your mate this morning. What mate?

That car from the bank. He turned me
down.

That's the thing for my bad wrist.

But I spoke up for you. I thought you'd
get the loan easy. Looks like.

Should have known.

You're knighted if your face don't fit
in a dump like this.

First chance to get ammo.

Two of a kind, you and Carter.

You wear different uniforms, but you're
all the bloody same.

Take a seat, Mr. Rob.

You said it was urgent.

It's about Alan Maskell.

And why did you turn him down for a
loan?

The bank has limited funds. We can't
dish out loans to everyone who asks.

So in spite of what I said, you still
think it's a bad risk?

Each application is considered on its
merits, and you intimated that he was,

what's the phrase, known to the police.

And I told you it didn't amount to
anything.

Even so.

But what's so bad about him?

His character?

His background?

The fact that he's been a bit wild as a
kid?

We're none of us perfect, are we?

We all have our faults.

Even you, Mr Carter.

If you're referring to Mrs Holroyd...
Now, that's your business.

But you obviously give yourself the
benefit of the doubt in matters of

conduct.

So why not do the same for Alan Maskell?

Did your husband know about you and... I
think so.

I didn't want him to find out.

I didn't want to admit it to myself, I
suppose.

Well, that would obviously explain his
absence.

No, Mr. Owen.

Well, if your husband has left you, then
he's not a missing person.

It's not a police matter.

Oh, I see.

It's not what I wanted.

Would you go over and see my mum, Mrs.
Rowan?

Is she all right?

Dad gave her a bit. We're going over.

Oh, God.

Dr. Fernby's out of both of them.

Both of them?

Dad got knocked about, too.

He got a taste of his own medicine.

Who from?

The man's an animal. It's the only thing
he understands.

Oh, no, Alan, he's not.

He's ignorant and confused, and most of
all, he's frightened.

Look. Would you go over?

For Mum's sake.

Of course I will. Hold on.

It's a flasher.

It's Potter.

The one with the dead row.

That day when he flashed on the bus, he
was obviously on his way to see me.

No wonder he never arrived.

And the, er, conductress, she identified
him.

It's got to be Potter.

He fits the details I got from Eltering
Police.

They say he's a recluse, a real oddball.

He hardly ever shows his faith except
for the odd market now and then.

Right.

Bike up there, get a statement.

The sooner this pervert put away, the
better.

Yeah, you really got me now. You got me
so I can't sleep at night.

Yeah, you really got me now. You got me
so I don't know what I'm doing.

You really got me.

Don't ever set me free. I always want to
be by your side.

Girl, you really got me now. You got me
so I can't sleep at night.

Hello, Mr. Maskell.

I've come to see your wife.

I'll not leave here till I do.

In the kitchen.

Hello, Susan.

Mrs. Potter?

Eh?

Please see Rowan from Aidensfield.

Aidensfield?

Oh, it'll be about the top then, the one
that was killed.

Durand? Huh?

No, I'm looking for Mr. Potter.

Well, you'd best come in then.

It was when he came home from the pub
and I wouldn't let him in bed like.

I only wanted him to hold off until Dr
Ferrenby had fixed me up.

Didn't he at least listen to you?

I've done talking, Doctor.

I've told him I'm going on the pill and
that's final.

Them kids need me up and doing, not
repped and flat on my back.

And if he can't understand that, then he
can bugger off out of our lives.

He was out after them pregnant ewes.

Beggars betraying that lot.

I realize it will when they face that
top down.

And Mr. Potter was on the Aidensfield
Road earlier today, then.

Right.

That'll be him now.

Jack, Mr. Rowan, he's gone all the way
from Aidensfield to see you.

Aidensfield?

That's right.

Well, you were supposed to come and see
it the other day.

About that top.

Mr. Potter, I believe on Tuesday last
you boarded the Aidensfield bus on Colby

Moor. Aye.

The conductress on that bus has made a
complaint against you.

I never meant a no -arm, Constable.

Well, you may think it was nothing, but
the woman was very distressed.

I'm sorry.

Well, sorry's not enough.

I'm now going to charge you, Mr. Potter.

You are not obliged to say anything
unless...

Who the hell invited you in here?

I've come to apologise.

For what I said at the house the other
night.

Well, don't expect the same from me.

I meant everything I said.

Fair enough.

So we know where you stand.

Now, how about listening to my side? I
know all about your side. I know what

you're about.

Teaching her to deny me my rights.

Turn her against her own man.

Not that I'd amount to such after your
pills and potions have done their job.

I've asked Susan to join us.

What for?

So you can gang up against me?

So we can have a cup of tea.

I could use one.

Look, you're right, Mr. Maskell.

Your private life isn't my business.

But you and your family's health is.

Now, if your wife has another baby, it
may kill her.

No, I'm not having all this.

Please hear me out.

The contraceptive pill is not
witchcraft.

Not something that'll make you less of a
man.

Or turn Susan against you. It's not
there to cause problems. It's there to

them.

You're very clever with words, Mrs
Doctor.

I can help you and Susan.

But you have to give a little.

Consider what's best not just for you,
but for her.

And for the whole family.

You've got all the answers, haven't you?

In this case, some of them, yes.

Give me five minutes of your time and
I'll explain what this pill is and what

does. Five minutes.

then you're more than welcome to kick me
out.

Sit down.

If that don't beat N -rating.

She thought... She thought I'd do
something like that.

Yeah, well, I think Miss Davis is a bit,
you know, inexperienced.

What's she gone?

A man or a blooming short -horned bull?

Have a good mind to enter myself at
Ashfordly Shore.

Why did you run away?

He's always been terrible shy.

I keep myself to myself.

And no folk don't like looking at a man
that's deformed.

Have some accordion.

It's certainly very fruity.

Fruits of the earth.

Nature's bounty.

A little blackberry.

Great for your trite rosehip.

Would you like one to get with you?

Well... Go on.

It's all right.

I've got plenty.

Go on, take a couple.

Well, maybe for the station Christmas
raffle.

Cheers. Cheers.

Bye now.

Oh, be careful.

Cheers.

We'll see you for the next time.

Well, left away for post -mortem.

It's obvious.

Oroid topped himself.

Real spooky, the way he dragged down
that old red branch.

Aye.

You all right, Rowan?

Yeah, it was a bit of a shock.

Well, just concentrate on Potter.

I take it you charged him?

Charged him? What with?

What with?

Indecent exposure, lad.

Have a look and judge for yourself,
Sergeant.

Stupid bloody woman.

Well, she made a mistake.

Aye.

I'm bigger than most.

Hey, Phil.

What's that?

Have a look at these.

Yeah? What's that?

Another mystery solved.

The drunken hikers? Yeah.

Potter's been flogging them his own
brew.

No. Really?

Ain't it good stuff?

Don't even think about it. One sniff and
it's goodnight, Irene.

Have you told Blake yet?

Not yet.

I'll be getting back. Yeah, Mr. Potter,
just a minute.

This so -called fruit cooling of yours,
the stuff you've been selling to the

hikers. Aye.

Well, it's against the law without an
excise license.

I never knew.

I should really make a report.

I don't want no trouble.

But of course you may well be enough.

If it's out, I can do it.

But that's right. Well, this bicycle of
yours.

What about it?

I'd like to borrow it.

Yeah, I needed to get about. Get about
where?

You hardly ever leave your farm.

Well, no, but sometimes... So you won't
mind if we hang on to it for a while,

will you?

I mean, those customs and excise are not
like us coppers.

They're hard men.

Barely human, some of them.

You're a pretty hard man yourself,
Perthorne.

Me? No.

I'm a pussycat, Mr. Potter.

That all seems satisfactory.

Thank you, sir.

The inventory, Sergeant.

Be seated, Rowan.

Right.

Where shall we start?

This way, sir.

going there?

I think I've seen everything I need to
see.

You run a very tight ship here,
Sergeant.

You and your men should be
congratulated.

We do our best, sir.

And a very good best it is, too.

In these out -of -the -way country
sections, it's all too easy for laxity

in. Have to go through me first, sir.

Isn't that your office, Sergeant?

I'm just having a little, um, tied -up
jump.

You can get through that door.

You can come home.

Have some potato pie with me. It's all
right, Mrs. Park. Because I'm... Here we

go. A very good potato pie. Mind your
head. Yes. Come on, Mrs. Barger.

What? That's it. Yes.

In you get. Thank you. Oh, dear.

Yeah. In.

That's right.

Good night. And we could have... Where
have you gone?

What? Why are you coming home?

Sad, really.

Put out of feelings you won't fit in.

How did she know about Potter's booze?

Don't know.

She must have heard one of us talking
about it. Yeah, that cupboard's kept

locked.

Somebody must have left a key lying
about, I expect.

Carely.

Mrs. Holroyd?

I'm... I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I keep asking myself why you did this.

You must have known I loved him.

Even though I wasn't in love with him.

You're a good mother. I never meant to
hurt you.

You can't pick and choose the bits of a
marriage that work.

Can you?

There's a lot of fence -mending going on
in the Maskell household right now.

They'll be all right.

Oh, it's been to say.

But at least they're trying.

Well, you might like to know, he spoke
to Mr. Carter again.

He wants to see me. Any idea why?

Well, maybe he wants to keep you alone.

Why would he want to do that?

You're a good risk, aren't you?

Or maybe you had words.

No, not me.

Thank you.

What have you been up to?

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

Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?