All language subtitles for Heartbeat s09e01 Manoeuvres in the Dark

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

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

Shabab, shabab, my babe.

Shabab, shabab. Hello, stranger.

You seem so good to see you back for the
day.

I'm a ham and a bitch.

I feel like I'm not in on time.

Shabab, shabab, my babe.

Hello, Maggie. How are you? I'm fine,
thanks.

And young Sam?

He's wonderful.

I'm here by special request.

Ah, yes.

Alf, Maggie's brought someone to see
you.

Oh, hello.

Oh, well.

How's he doing?

He's doing nicely, thanks, Alf.

Oh, he's grand.

Keeping up, is he? A couple of times a
night. Nothing too much.

So don't go giving him nightmares, Alf.
What do you know about babies? Plenty.

How was one?

Actually, Phil's been very good with
him.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. It's all smiles when I'm around.

Meeting of minds, perhaps.

Ah!

All is revealed.

Sorry, guardians, I'm on my way.

Oh, no, no, Miss Bolton, there's no
rush.

We like to liaise with the younger
generation.

Ah, yes.

When they're this age, you could just
eat them up, couldn't you?

And by the time they're 16, we sometimes
wish you had.

It's me.

Don't shout.

What are you doing here?

Escape the life out of me?

What are you doing here, Terry?

I've come to see you.

After two years silent?

Couldn't be helped. I got posted.

Where to?

It don't matter.

Couldn't expect you to wait for me,
could I?

Anyone inside?

Yeah, why?

Here's another kiss.

What are you up to, Terry?

I've gone AWOL.

Deserted? It's only temporary, like.

While dust settles.

Settles on what?

It's a long story, love.

So you decided to look me up?

I don't know what kept me.

Private Terry Noble.

Went absent without leave after an
incident at Catterick.

The military police want us to keep our
eyes open.

What's he supposed to have done, Sarge?
A barrack room fight over a card game.

Pulled a knife.

The other soldier's in hospital in a bad
way.

So why do they think he'll come here,
then? Supposed to have family

round here.

The military think it's a long shot.
He's more likely to try and find his way

home to Nottingham. But ask around,
anyway.

No need to hang your nose over that.

I've packed some bits and pieces for you
to take back.

What's that for? For good service,
Claude. For my thanks.

You didn't have to do that, Roger.

I'm glad you did.

If you keep supplying me with fresh food
of this quality, I can't fail.

The chef's only as good as his raw
materials.

Well, he's the one that's trained at the
Devoy Hotel.

Especially one trained there. Only the
best was good enough in London.

You'll have to put me in touch with him
then. Not likely.

You're mine, Claude.

London's loss is Whitby's gain. See you.

Ta -ra, mate.

Where are you, son? Go on. Hey,

he's not a bad lad, that Roger.

Was he? When I first went in there, he
went off shouting at them lads in the

kitchen. Yeah, well, chefs do that, you
know. Oh, but he were using swear words

I've never even heard.

If you've never even heard them, how do
you know they were swear words?

Oh, because my dad used to use them and
my mum told us not to listen.

I sometimes find it very difficult to
understand your logic, David.

Here, make yourself useful.

No.

How about you, Oscar?

Well, who is it?

Well, he's a deserter from Catterick.

Well, don't waste your time.

They generally find their own way back
to camp.

As soon as their mummy has kissed them
better.

Well, apparently this one's a bit of a
hard man.

Hard? Today's soldier?

Give over, this man will tell you.

Mr Clifford?

Colonel Clifford.

Military cross.

It was a long time ago.

You know, this man here is one of the
few not to surrender to the Japs when

overran Malaya. He went into the jungle
and fought as a guerrilla for three

years. Well, I put a sick note in for
most of it, Oscar. But you don't get

medals for lying on your back, do you?

What do you think?

I'm not sure. Can I have another one?
You've already had three.

I'm educating my palate.

Educating your... It must have learnt
what it likes by now.

What are you up to, Claude?

Spreading a few bits of happiness, as
usual. Something smells good.

What have you got?

Cooking samples from that chef I told
you about.

Mmm.

Oh.

What's this?

Don't ask me, it's...

It's either a French version of a Scotch
egg or a Scottish version of a Welsh

rabbit. It's certainly not English.

I'll pass it round.

Excuse me.

We've made a right rick here. I should
be charging.

Come in.

What's happened?

My car collided with this young man's
bike. He's got some cuts and a problem

with his arm, I think. Let's just take a
look at it.

Can you grip my hand?

Hospital?

I think so, yes.

I'm afraid I can't. No problem. I'll
whip him in now.

I'd have taken him straight there, but I
thought he might need running repairs.

I'll put up in a temporary fling.

I'm afraid you'll have to report it to
the police.

Yes, of course.

I was getting worried.

Oh, I'll be up in a sec.

Who are you with?

You didn't say.

A friend.

That's it.

Well, safely under the limit.

So, tell me.

How did it happen?

I wish I knew.

It was pitch black.

An oncoming car. I just didn't see him.

Well, did he have real light?

Possibly not. I can't tell either way.

You mentioned a witness.

Yes, a man walking his dog.

You see, he gave me his name and
address.

Thanks.

What now?

Well, it depends on what the boy in the
window has to say, but if the cycle had

no rear light, that could go in your
favour.

And if it had?

I think you should talk to a solicitor.

Morning, Oscar.

Oh, hello, Maggie.

Good to see you out and about.

And how's the little fella?

He's fine.

He's a bonny lad.

And how about you?

Are you managing?

Just about.

Oh, I'm so used to telling other new
mothers what to do. Now I'm full of

admiration for them.

Well, you're not rushing back to work, I
hope?

Oh, to be honest, Oscar, I haven't even
had time to think about it.

This is my full -time job for now.

Ah, morning, my lord.

How are you today, sir?

In a bit of a muck sweat.

Patricia's birthday today completely
skipped my mind. Oh, dear.

Severe reprimands, possibly reprisals in
prospect.

So I thought I'd better dash off a quick
telegram.

Is this a new sprog?

Mm -hm.

So good.

Um... Forty years a driver.

Any accidents in that time?

No.

Now, the witness says that the road was
too narrow for the oncoming car, your

own vehicle and the cycle.

If I'd seen him, naturally, I'd have
waited to overtake. But you didn't see

despite the cyclist's lights being in
good working order?

No, I suppose I must have been blinded
by the oncoming headlights.

Right.

Well, I hope it does the trick, sir.

Oblige still.

Before you go, my lord, I wonder if I
could ask you a favour.

Of course.

Well, I need some advice on a financial
matter.

The charge is one of driving without
reasonable consideration.

And the penalty?

Well, for a first offence, it ranges
from a fine at the lower end to an

endorsement of your licence or even a
driving ban.

A ban?

Are you reliant on your car?

Well, I do live some way from a bus
route. It would certainly be a blow.

I'll do everything I can, Mr Clifford.

Thank you.

They're warrants.

How did you come by them?

Well, I inherited them from an aunt.

I mean, she died more or less penniless.
I never gave them a thought.

Until the other day, I saw the name of
the company in the paper.

Warrants, you say?

Yes.

Like a share certificate?

Not exactly, but they give you the right
to buy shares at a stated price.

Well, is that good?

Oh, I think in this case it's very good.

Very good indeed.

Oh, there's an astronaut, sir.

Well, running his own errands makes you
wonder what the world's come into.

He'll be bathing himself next, and make
sure there's a cheater with them birds.

I'll check all that with my broker, but
I don't think I'm too wide at the mark.

Oh, I'm very grateful, my lord. Thank
you. Not at all.

Morning, Greengrass.

Oh, morning, my lord. I hear you've
become a middleman for a cordon bleu

restaurant, Whitby.

Never the middleman, my lord. Top man, I
know.

I see.

Well, give me the address sometime. I've
blaked them, too.

He just might be looking for somewhere
to have a celebration meal.

What was that all about?

Oh, just a bit of business that we had
to discuss.

What sort of business?

The private, sir.

Suffice to say, Greengrass, that my days
of doling out your pension might very

soon be over.

What, you mean you're going to sell up?

What do you think?

I think I'd better find you a buyer
before you change your mind.

I hope you haven't come to see Constable
Bradley.

Yes, why?

Well, he's very busy.

He's left strict instructions that he's
not to be disturbed.

Hop it off.

Certainly.

Hi there. Hi.

Mr Clifford came to see me today. He
said I'd been highly recommended.

What am I billed in the post?

He's due to go abroad for two months to
visit his daughter and wondered if his

case could be heard before he goes.

Is he pleading guilty?

Yes.

Well, I'll have a word with Craddock.

I can't see why we shouldn't hurry this
along.

Thanks. I'll tell him.

He's a very nice man.

Yes, he is.

It's a shame, really.

But I'm sure you'll charm the socks off
the magistrate.

I think he's quite capable of doing that
himself.

Oh, yeah?

It's all style gallantry's got to you,
has it?

You think I'm susceptible?

The moment he takes his uniform out of
mothballs, I want to know about it.

Sorry, couldn't help myself.

What else you brought?

Enough for a couple of days.

A couple?

Until you get back.

Yeah.

Yeah. So this fight you were in, how bad
was it?

Barret room bust up.

Happens all the time.

So you'll be going back then, like you
said?

Yeah, yeah.

Depending.

What do you mean?

Well, I could do some cash, Gina.

What, for the fare?

No, a bit more than that.

Well, how much more?

30 quid.

30? Well, 20 would help me straighten
things out.

And then I could come back and see you
properly.

I've been such an idiot, haven't I?

Victoria Noble, have you got me on a
boat yet?

How much?

How much?

No, wait, wait. I'll get it from
somewhere.

Just fix it. Fix it.

After the accident, my client accepted
responsibility immediately, taking the

injured boy to hospital before finally
presenting himself to the police.

As you have heard...

Colonel Clifford served his country with
outstanding courage, and I urge you to

give him your most sympathetic
consideration.

Oh, very nice.

It's better than having one in the bush,
isn't it?

Take what you want and let me have what
you don't. Oh, fantastic.

I mean, I know this business, Claude,
but I really appreciate your efforts.

I'm not a bad judge.

If there's anything I can do in return,
you know what to say.

Oh, there is. You haven't got any more
of them, what's it, those samples you

me have?

Samples? Ah, you know, them... Ah, no,
sorry.

Bit of a shame, though, because they
went potty for them at the pub. Good.

But what I was thinking was, now they've
got used to something a bit exotic, I

might be able to talk them into having a
proper do.

How do you mean?

Ah, sit down a bit, you know, knives and
forks and that. A gourmet evening.

If you say so. But let's face it, the
pub won't mind. They'll sell more drink,

won't they? And what I was thinking was,
I'll get the produce, you do the

cooking, we'll split the profits.

60 -40.

I'm sorry.

I should have warned you that might
happen. So, how'd it go?

A modest fine.

Good. Plus the requirement to pass the
driving test.

Ah. Sting in the tail, as your sergeant
so kindly pointed out when I began,

there was no such thing.

I'll phone the test centre and see if I
can get it organised now.

There's no need to rush.

I can't keep asking people to sit in the
car with me, old plates back and front.

I'd feel ridiculous.

In 40 years, anybody can pick up a lot
of bad habits, Mr Clifford.

Have you read the highway code lately?

No, but I can cram, can't I?

I'll tell you what. I've got to go to
York later for certain papers. Why don't

you give me a lift?

So you can pinpoint my weaknesses?

Well, assuming that you have any, of
course.

Yes, well, she's found one already,
Constable.

I'd be delighted.

I'll be back as soon as I've fixed a
test date.

You've just made it a day.

Not that bad, is it?

What did Lord Ashfordly's estate manager
say when you went to see him about the

repairs? Oh, nothing.

He wasn't there. I thought you said
you'd seen him.

No, I left him a note.

You were a long time gone, just to leave
a note.

Gina. What?

Some things I'm missing from the
kitchen.

Are you spying on me now?

Have you got something to hide?

No.

Can you go?

Left here, hand signal please

Friend or foe.

Are you always like this?

No. Sometimes I can be a bit rough.

What's up?

Look, I won't be coming again, Terry.

My auntie Mary knows something's going
on.

What did you bring?

Enough for the journey back to
Catterick.

And this.

A tenner? That's all I can manage.

What sort of a pub are you running?

Look, take it or leave it.

I came here for you.

Oh, don't give me that. I thought I
could rely on you.

Look, I've done all I can.

I need more time.

Fine. Please yourself, Terry.

But from now on, count me out.

Gina.

I'm dead meat if I go back now.

Just for another day. Two at the most.

Don't let me down now.

Sorry. Took a bit longer than I thought.

No hurry.

If I came into money, what would I do?

Yes. Why do you ask?

Oh, just curious.

I'd pay off the outstanding balance I'm
telling.

Oh, come on. I'm serious.

What about cards?

On the days?

Oh, no.

You're my opinion, Oscar.

If you've got money, you can't do better
than bricks and mortar.

I think perhaps you should slow down a
touch.

Did I miss the restricted sign?

No, but the road is rather windy.

Watch out!

Not bad.

That was the dog. Didn't you see it?

We haven't got a table to sit 12.

Why can't you stick a few little ones
together?

Have we got a tablecloth, that bitchy?

Oh, stop fussing. I'll show you what
we'll do, Claude.

Before you disappear, Claude, my
invitation to this, too. Not lost in the

is it? Oh, yeah, probably along with
news of your knighthood.

You've invited Jackie, but not Mike?

It's a very exclusive party, Mary.

No coppers are allowed.

Passed. Or present. But solicitors are
all right, are they? Oh, yeah, well, you

never know when you might need one.

Never a true word's that, Lord. Don't
come that tone of voice with me, young

Michael. What?

Say them again, Oscar.

Here, please, Mary.

Gina seems a bit on edge. That makes two
of us.

Oh? I was awake all night last night
listening to water dripping through the

roof. Is that right?

We've loads of repairs need doing, but
Gina would rather patch things up than

talk to Lord Ashfordly face to face.

Well, the Laird can be a bit prickly
sometimes.

Look, I'm seeing him myself tomorrow.

So if Gina would like to make out a
lick, I'll see you get it. Thank you,

Oh, hi there. Hi.

Sorry I'm a bit late.

That's all right.

You all right?

Oh, no, not really.

I've just had a terrible journey back
from York with Hal Clifford.

Terrible? Why?

Well, it's very strange. His driving was
absolutely fine on the way there.

Well, perhaps he was just overtired.

Well, possibly.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it. I'm
sure if there was anything seriously

the examiner would find it out.

Yeah. Drink?

Gina. Gina, it's me.

Look, don't put the phone down. Gina.
You're not getting any more money,

and that's final.

Gina!

Ciao!

for my sweet sugar for my honey I'll
never ever let you go

And I would bring sweets for my friends.

do for you? Something above and beyond
the call of duty.

Do we look like the crew of the Whitby
Lifeboat? You underrate yourself, Alf.

You know that. I don't think so.

Talking of the Whitby Lifeboat, sir, Alf
reckons you might have come into some

way. Does he?

Been having a bit of a gossip, have we?

Oh, I was just patting aside.

Who, then?

That's my business.

I can tell you this, though.

And it's fictive confidence, of course.
Of course. Of course.

Of course.

I'm selling up at the post office.

So if you lot have got nothing better to
do tonight, I'm having a leaving due at

the pub.

Eight o 'clock.

Good on you, Sarge. You know, just some
drinks, sandwiches.

That's very kind of you, Sarge. Coppers
only do.

No riffraff.

Does that mean that you'll be asking
Sergeant Craddock?

Oh, I have interest. I'll ask Sergeant
Craddock.

to cover for you lot, so you can come
and enjoy yourself.

Congratulations. That's the good news.

I'll be coming by car.

No, I haven't nicked it yet.

You'll get your money.

Just make sure I'm on that boat.

No plate?

Well done, sir. Thank you, Constable.

Unfortunately, there is a catch.

What's the problem?

Mr. Clifford went to see the optician.
He's been diagnosed with cataract.

Practically night blind, Constable.
That's why I didn't see the boy.

I see.

So you're restricted to daylight
manoeuvres only, then, Colonel?

I'm afraid so. Otherwise, even your
delightful friend here won't be able to

argue my case.

Yes.

When? All right.

Charge.

Right, I'll tell him straight away.

Problem? Terry Noble, the deserter from
Catterick. The man he attacked has died.

You'll pop in for a drink before you go?

No, thank you. I'll better not.

Oh. Goodbye.

What's got into you?

Me? What is it?

Yes, sir.

Noble's been seen in the area.

So the military police have asked us to
redouble our efforts.

Take care.

When he finds out his victim has died,
who knows what he'll do.

Strong.

Thick enough to trot a mouse on.

Do they still say that?

Who's the skirt?

Skirt? My solicitor.

She won't be coming back?

Sadly not.

How long are you staying?

You'll know when I'm gone.

Isn't this all a bit extreme?

You know what's waiting for me.

Rough justice.

Even if you're right, a punch -up
doesn't amount to much.

Things have changed since your day.

Yes, I've no doubt they have.

I mean, you weren't banged up in a camp
for months on end.

You. Had a war to fight. The reality is
gruesome, I assure you.

Killing people is not that pleasurable.

Yeah, well, that's what I'm trained for.

Not polishing regimental silver.

I've just finished.

Thanks, Mary.

Oh, if you're going past the post
office, could you do me a favour?

Yes, what is it?

Pop in and warn Oscar we might be a bit
late to his drinks, too. Craig's put us

on standby to search for the soldier who
went AWOL. Is he still missing?

Yeah, and it turned a bit nasty.

The man he attacked has died.

So do you want candles?

Candles? For the table, Claude.

On the extra.

Are you still here, Claude? I'm just
checking that everything's all right,

that's all. I thought a party with no
kooking would be a doddle, but I was

wrong. I mean, Oscar hasn't made all
this fuss.

Blaketon, what's he going to do here?

Well, he's having a little do in the
other bar.

When? When you're having yours in here.

You what?

Constabulary only.

Free world, Claude.

Sour grapes more like. Well, I tell you
something, he can invite every copper in

the North riding and it still won't put
a damper on my do.

Relax, Claude.

Every copper in the North Riding is
looking for the deserter from Catterick.

Mike's just told me the soldier he
attacked has died.

Oh, Mike.

Gina, what is it?

Right, Melanie, if I'm first, you follow
me.

You four on the back.

Still warm.

How long since it was burning?

This morning, I reckon. He's gone, then.
He could be coming back.

I'll detail if someone to stay here.

Why'd he keep the gun?

I can't remember.

To guard against intruders, perhaps?

Doesn't scare you, does it?

On the contrary.

When a man forgets the taste of fear, he
gets careless.

How long did you spend in the jungle?

Three years.

Doing what?

Surviving.

Trying to do the Japs some damage.

What kind of damage?

Blowing up railway lines, truck convoys.

They come after you? Through the jungle
at night.

No point.

They just killed any of the locals who
might be feeding us.

I'd fight to your jap.

Kind to make you stand up and be
cantered.

I'm afraid whenever I was in danger of
meeting one, I'd dress up in a sarong

black up me face like a Tamil.

Better still, if you could smell like a
local, the dogs would never bark.

Get rid of it Make a mistake

and I shoot the dog first

Sorry

to disturb you sir. Not at all. How can
I help?

We're looking for this man.

Went AWOL from Catterick Barracks some
days ago.

Soldier, eh?

Yes, sir.

Well, we've had information that he's
been hiding out nearby.

Rather unusual to conduct house -to
-house inquiries for an army deserter,

it?

It's more serious than that, sir.

It's a murder inquiry.

Oh, I see.

Have you seen him?

No.

Right.

Well, thank you.

If you do see anything, then give us a
call.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Sorry, I'd rather let you in for it.

Nice little kip.

What's she doing this for?

You already wanted Philegonic from
Catrick.

Now how would you like a matching thick
ear?

He heard you.

You see sense, eh?

Give yourself up.

At least then you could argue it was an
accident. Belt up!

Here's the menu.

Crepes au fromage, pheasant a la creme,
rabbit blanquet and gâteau Saint

-Honor. What do you think?

Well, I don't really know. I've never
eaten in a foreign language before.

Which one goes down first?

How do you mean?

Well, first course and second course.

I don't want to get it mixed up.

Let me check at my radio.

He's right.

They'll be missing him.

How tall are you?

Why? Five, ten, eleven.

Risky.

Dress like a Tamil.

A Tamil, certainly, but not in uniform.

Whose side are you on?

My war finished in 45, Constable. I
don't take sides anymore.

This bloke killed a man.

We train soldiers to be aggressive and
then expect them to put the lid on it.

it any wonder they snap?

That car of yours, well -known
roundabouts?

Death, eh? Nah.

Bit of a trademark.

You're wasting your time.

We're checking everything that moves.
Shut up!

Just shut up!

He was a cheating toe -riker.

Well, I never meant to kill him.

I know that, Private.

Keith.

Cheers.

I've got to go.

Now?

Why not?

It'll be dark in an hour.

You'll go down for this?

We don't get stood down soon. Well, Miss
Oscar's do.

You have a word with him, he listens to
you.

I would have thought the MPs would have
taken over by now, Sarge. We're sweeping

the outlying farms.

Well, something more we can do.

Oh, well, if you're such a loose
adventurist, perhaps you'd like to find

where Bellamy's got his feet put up.

Well, they actually ought to.

Do you know?

It's a bit early to light the candles,
isn't it? They won't last the night.

Oh, which is more than I can say for the
wine cords.

One bottle between twelve.

All right.

Open another.

This is splendid, Mary.

Thanks. Will that be enough?

Oh, I think so. Probably needs some more
of this, though. In the fridge.

By the way, did you manage to give
Gina's letter to Lord Ashfordly? Oh,

handed it to him myself. You were right.

He's concentrating all his time and his
money on his properties outside

Aidensfield. That was pretty obvious,
Oscar. But the good news is all your

repairs will be done ASAP.

How come?

Well, if you get Gina over here... I'll
tell you exactly what Lord Ashfordly has

agreed to do.

You took your flippin' time.

Sorry Sarge.

I've spoken with PC Bradley.

They're heading ETH. The suspect is
armed.

Repeat, armed.

Yeah, yeah, all right, Roger. No, no,
no, fine. Thanks very much.

Bonnie, David left there about an hour
ago.

Well, maybe you two should make the most
of it.

Well, you've got the guests and no food,
and Oscar's got the food and no guests.

He's got more chance of knitting fog.
I'd rather buy him a packet of crisp,

think. I wouldn't put that to the vote,
Claude.

Still no sign of meals on wheels.

Still drinking to absent, friends, are
you, Oscar?

Perhaps the frog's legs have done a
runner.

Oh, that's very good, very good.

Not like you to be funny.

How did you know?

Just call it a shot in the dark.

What the... How are you going to save
that cloth?

With difficulty, I should think.

Well, if you don't give him something
through, there'll be a lynching. Get me

rope. I'll save him the bother.

Won't I, David?

Well... Better late, I suppose.

Sorry, Oscar.

What happened?

Oh, I'm sorry, Oscar. It's a long story
involving an armed murderer.

Hostage taken.

And a high -speed car check. Oh, I see.

Sergeant Craddock kept you in detention,
did he?

Yeah, well, I mean, quite that.

All right, lads.

Grab yourselves a glass.

Just have your attention just for a
moment. I'm afraid there's been a

hiatus in the gourmet evening. But you
won't be disappointed, because what

decided to do is we're going to supply
you with a traditional Yorkshire

delicacy, which is poisson avec pomme de
terre frite.

Poisson cheese.

Poisson cheese?

So, anyway, there we are. There's David
and Jane. How is it all? Well, ladies

and gentlemen, it's bon appetit. Is
there any pudding?

Well, that's David. He's wearing most of
it.

Claude, if you want my advice, put some
more bottles on the table.

Trust me.

Where are you going?

I'm going to share some of this with
Mike. Right, but I don't want you

any of them coppers back in here. I'm
allergic.

Mmm.

Put me down.

Mmm.

Mmm.

So what are we going to do?

I don't know.

Better be a fool to leave Aynesville.

I mean, come on, where else in New
Yorkshire could you find cuisine like

your doorstep, eh?

So you still have it, don't you?

Well, you know I have.

And you?

What are you

doing here, Blaketon? This is a private
party.

I've just come in to commiserate. I
understand your gourmet evening has

degenerated into a fish -and -chip
supper.

All right, all right. Why don't you go
back and enjoy what must be the event of

the year, as far as I'm concerned, the
celebration of your leaving. But I'm

celebrating somewhere else.

My arrival.

Your arrival? Where?

Here. Didn't Gina tell you?

Tell me what?

I'm stopping here.

You're looking at the new living owner.

of the Aidensfield Arms.

Heartbeat Why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Why doesn't love just stay in my memory?