All language subtitles for Heartbeat s13e09 State of Mind

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

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

On the first part of the journey, I was
looking at all the light.

There were plants and birds and rocks
and things. There was sand and hills and

rain.

The first thing I met was a fly with a
buzz and a sky with no clouds.

The heat was hot and the ground was dry,
but the air was full.

I've been through the desert on a horse
with no name. It felt good to be no

longer there.

Your sergeant looks a bit of a stickler,
then. Like shiny whistles.

That's right, doesn't it, Phil?

What's all within?

That's for the police station. They can
help.

Oh, right.

Mr...

I'll be over right away.

The break -in over at Daringford Cross.

I should check it out.

Don't keep Sergeant Noce waiting too
long.

Wouldn't it be simpler just to say the
taxi's not available?

Look, I can't let people down, Bernard.
They depend on me. Well, us.

Look, I've made David out a list.

He can't go wrong.

Anyway, I've got to go, otherwise I'm
going to be late. First day of jury

service. That would never do, would it?
Here. Where do I go first?

Take this watch.

Look, it's simple, David.

You take the truck to the building site.
Sid will show you what to do. You work

there all morning. At 12 .30, you come
back here, you swap the truck for the

taxi, collect Mrs Higginbottom and take
her to a caroperty appointment.

Then you swap back to the truck, go back
to the building site, work through till

three o 'clock. And at three o 'clock,
you come back here, you swap the truck

for the taxi, and you pick up the
Carsley children and take them to their

lesson. Then back here to pick up the
vicar to take him to the station for 3

.45. Then you go back to the building
site and you work through till six. Got

it?

I want to have my lunch.

Whenever you want.

Gina's staying with family, isn't she?

Very sensible, that.

They'd have rest before the big day.

What?

Good morning, Jack.

Just the two of you?

PC Crane's been called out.

Has he indeed?

Something urgent?

A break -in.

He's a very keen young man, this PC
Crane.

Really?

Let me know as soon as he gets back.

Why don't you go out and get a breath of
my share?

I'll square it with Sergeant Noakes.

It here.

Luke.

Let me get this straight, Mr.
Barraclough.

You came down this morning to find this,
um, figure on the table.

Yep.

And you're quite sure this isn't yours?

I've never seen it before in my life.

Ashfordly Antiques.

Why would I go to an antique shop?

I'm old enough to be in one myself.

You said this was a break -in.

Yeah, well, I never lock the door.

That's not the point, is it?

And nothing's been taken?

No.

So why do you think someone would come
round in the middle of the night and

leave a statue on your table?

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control, over.

Alf, I've finished the Mr Barraclough's.
Over.

Do you have a list of stolen items?
Over.

There isn't any.

Daffling is. He's gained a statue.

I'm going to check at the antique shop
where it comes from. Over. If it's just

some confused old man, forgotten what
he's bought, tell him not to waste too

much time on it.

The Sergeant Noakes would like you back
here as soon as possible. Over.

Over and out.

PC Crane is very keen.

You're late.

No time for excuses, just don't let it
happen again.

Now, this is what I want clearing.

It's got to be done within 48 hours,
because I've got the diggers up for

footing. Got it?

I'll be back later to see how you're
getting on.

Mr. Andrew Johnson.

Yeah. Mrs. Camilla Powell.

Yeah. Mr. Christopher Wright.

Yeah. Mrs.

Emilia Jones.

Mrs. Sally Fountain.

Mr. Ian Hogg. Yeah.

Name?

Scripps. Vernon Scripps.

Good turnout, eh?

I suppose we won't all be needed.

Well, it's just that my business doesn't
run itself.

I mean, if I'm not there, anything can
happen. Anything at all.

So, I suppose you'll understand that if
you don't need everybody, I'd appreciate

being let off jury duty.

Sit down, Mr Scripps.

Oh.

Right. Yes.

Mr Nigel Crawford.

Good morning, Constable.

Can I help?

I believe you recently filled this.

Ah.

Yes.

Lovely, isn't she?

I told the gentleman that bought her.

Only yesterday, that was.

She'll grace any mantelpiece.

And who did buy it?

Sorry.

Hmm?

Well, I don't know his name. He paid
cash.

An old gentleman. Said he lived at
Derringford Crossway.

I believe there's something wrong with
the lady.

The gentleman seemed so taken with her
yesterday.

No. I think there's been some kind of
mistake.

Thanks for your time.

Not at all.

She'll see you now, Steve.

Thank you.

I'm sure he won't be long, Mrs Maguire.

Yes, here we are.

William Barraclough.

I've hardly ever seen him. Why?

I was called to his place this morning.
He thought someone had been in his house

and left a statue.

And had they?

It's my guess. He'd just forgotten he
bought it.

Well, that happens when we get old.

He bought it yesterday.

Point taken.

I'll put him on my non -urgent visit
list to see what I think then. Thanks. I

appreciate that.

There's something happening here.

What it is ain't exactly clear.

About time.

Sergeant? No, I'm sure he'll understand.

Who will?

Um, no one, Sergeant.

You'd better come through to my office,
P .C. Crane.

I've been hearing all about you.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Ah, Mr. Barraclough.

You've got a police call box in your
garden.

Yeah. Oh, I'm sure we'd need permission
if we'd put it there.

I tell you what, I'll send PC Crane
round to see what it's all about.

Bye.

Bye.

Why would we put a police box in his
garden?

Mr Barrow caught a bit confused,
Sergeant.

I've already asked his doctor to go
round and see him, so if we just leave

for a while.

No, no.

You'd better put him straight once and
for all. Otherwise you'll be to -ing and

fro -ing all day.

Right, Sergeant.

Thanks for warning me the sergeant was
almond.

It's not that I'm trying to shirk my
duty.

It's just that, well, I'm a busy man. I
can't be spared.

Particularly not to sit around all day
doing nothing.

Do you understand?

Do you see what I'm saying?

I saw it with my own two eyes.

It can't just have disappeared.

Why don't we go inside, Mr Barraclough?

Have some tea and a chat.

I didn't make a door.

We're definitely there.

Do you have any relatives living nearby?

My brother used to, but he died a couple
of months ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Must have shaken you a bit.

It wasn't close.

I'm not mad, you know.

I never said you were.

That's what you're thinking, isn't you?

Getting things, seeing things.

What next?

There's no -one who can come and stay
with you.

Any other relatives?

I've got a cousin who lives over at
Scarborough Web.

I haven't seen him in years.

I don't even know if he's still alive.

Friends?

Always kept myself to myself.

Mrs Harris down the lane, she does me
shopping.

Likes to think she's helping, but I'm
quite capable, really.

Well, have a word with her. See if
she'll pop in from time to time, see if

you're OK.

I can't stand her fussing.

No -one else? No.

I'll speak to Mrs Harris.

Tell her the old man's finally lost it.
I haven't, you know.

It was there. I saw it. Plain as day.

Hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down.

Look, you ordered it. You've got to have
it. But I didn't order it.

What am I supposed to do with a load of
ready -mixed cement?

What he does with it isn't my problem.

Luke.

Now, there must be some kind of mistake.

One full load, ready -mixed. Mr
Barraclough, Willow Cottage, Deringford

Cash on delivery.

No mistake.

That's Mr Barraclough, and this is
Willow Cottage. I'm delivering, and I

cash. But I don't have any.

God, it's noisy if I can take it back,
is it? Look at it.

It'll set, that.

It's an old load wasted.

Oh, dear.

You best go inside, Mr Barracuff. I'll
deal with this.

My governor won't let you get away with
this. If you don't pay up, he'll sue

you. You bite my words.

The delay due to legal arguments is
over, but as it's close to the recess,

may all leave for lunch.

Report back here at 2 p .m. sharp.

Is that understood?

Oh, charming, that is.

Keep us here all morning and don't
provide us with any lunch.

I mean... Do you

have a solicitor?

Someone who can give you advice?

Do you think I need one?

It might be for the best.

Well, there.

It was that man who handled my brother's
will. He seemed... What was his name?

Hunksby.

No, that's it.

I'm Ashfordly.

I'll ring him.

Good.

I wish I knew what we're going of.

I understand how you must feel.

There have been other things in recent
weeks, you know.

Like what?

Telephone ringing and nobody there.

Banging in the night.

Doors and windows.

It wakes me up.

Then, of course, I can't get back to
sleep.

Worrying that it might all start
happening again.

If you speak to Mr Monksby, I'll try and
get the cement firm to drop the matter.

Oh. OK?

Oh, and it might be best if you lock the
doors at night.

Just to be on the safe side.

Oh, yes, yes, I will, I will.

You're not the only one who thinks I'm
mad, you know.

At times, recently, I'm beginning to
think it me same.

David!

You're supposed to be picking up Mrs
Higginbottom!

It's not your fault if he gets sued by
the cement firm, do you understand?

Yes, Sergeant.

Getting involved is a waste of your time
and police resources.

Yes, Sergeant.

Look, I know you want to help.

That's part of being a community liaison
officer.

And I admire your enthusiasm, Constable
Crane, but this really isn't a police

matter.

I understand, Sergeant.

Will that be all?

Yes, Constable Crane.

That will be all.

I think it's...

perfectly normal for a girl to want to
be with her mum in the lead -up to her

wedding.

It's the biggest day of her life.

She says she wants time away from here,
from me, to work things out.

It's not that she doesn't want you.

It's just she doesn't see why she should
have to give up being the boss of this

place. It's not me who wants to take it
away from her. Exactly.

It's not you she's fighting.

It's outdated police regulations.

What it really boils down to is, what
does Gina love the most?

Me?

Or this pub?

And I'm not sure I want to find out the
answer.

You train!

Here!

Here!

You train!

Leave me clapping all the...

He's not safe to be on his own. He's
just a bit forgetful, that's all.

How can you forget ordering for men when
you don't need any?

That is a bit weird.

I mean, what were you planning on doing
with it? No idea.

And he's seen things.

All right, all right, I'll go and visit.

I'll see what I think, but I don't know
what exactly you expect me to do.

Should he be in a home?

Not if he doesn't want to be, no.

Not unless he's a danger to himself and
to others anyway.

And making a nuisance of himself simply
doesn't count.

But maybe you could persuade him that a
home would be for the best. If I think

it is, I'll tell him.

Now, let me go and have a word with him
first, OK?

Thanks.

Poor Mr Barraclough.

It must be very frightening for him,
knowing his mind's going.

I do apologise, Mrs Higginbottom, for
David not turning up on time.

You know, if you want a job doing well,
you end up having to do it yourself.

Here we are.

You see, that's what they don't
understand about this jewellery service

I mean, some people just can't be
spared.

Yes, sir?

Is it possible to speak to PC Crane?

He's out at the moment. Can I help?

It's about a Mr Barraclough. I
understand PC Crane is the officer

this case.

And you are?

My name's Monksby, Mr Barraclough's
solicitor.

Come along through, Mr Monksby. I'm sure
I can help you. Thank you.

I was hoping PC Crane would be able to
give me some facts, particularly about

the cement order. That may well lead to
legal action being brought against my

client. I'll see to it that you get the
details.

But in the meantime, what is important
is how we proceed.

Well, I'm not quite sure what you mean.
If Mr Barraclough cannot look after

himself, he should be put in a home.

Indeed. It's just a pity that his doctor
doesn't seem to be able to deal with

the situation.

Well, it can't be easy.

Well, if he ends up doing something
dangerous to himself or others, then she

might not have a choice.

Sadly, I suspect you're right, Sergeant.

Meanwhile, I shall try and persuade him
to think about it. I understand some of

these places can be really quite nice.

A bit of company would probably do him
the world of good. I'll have a word with

Mr Barraclough.

Thank you for your help, Sergeant.

It's back.

What's back?

The taxi.

Where's it been?

I don't know.

What did you use to collect Mrs
Higginbottom in?

What? I didn't. Well, she's gone.

Well, I don't know why. She just
disappeared.

Mr Pettigrew, Mrs Armitage and Mrs
Lloyd.

Well, what about the rest of us? Can we
go?

You, Mr Scribbs, will wait in case you
are needed.

Well, you've got your jury.

One or more of the jurors chosen so far
may be challenged.

In which circumstance, we'd need to call
upon your... services.

What are you looking so pleased about?

William Barraclough.

No, don't tell me he's seen Little Green
Men now.

No. I think he's telling the truth.

What, about all of it?

Even about the police box.

Well, maybe not that bit, but about the
cement.

I called the company and spoke to the
girl who took the order.

Sergeant Oak said she didn't want you
wasting your time on this.

The girl said the man who placed the
order was quite chatty.

He had to be to persuade her to change
the usual rules about cash on delivery.

Well, I bet she won't be doing that
again in Erie.

He said how much he liked their new ad
in the Ashfordly Gazette, which is where

he got the number.

And?

Well, he had the neighbour to do his
shopping for him.

Mr Barraclough's never taken the
Ashfordly Gazette, and neither has she.

So how could he have seen that ad?

Let's step inside, Mr. Barclay.

Car play, children. Music lesson.

Do they know how it started?

Paraffin, love. You can't have... I
haven't used that in ages. That's why

in the shed.

Maybe you knocked it over, dropped a
match.

There wouldn't be any paraffin in it.

Perhaps you just don't remember filling
it, Mr Barraclough.

Why would I?

In broad day, have I?

I don't know, but it's easy to become
confused about these things.

I'm not confused.

Except about why someone's persecuting
me like this.

I won't get up no more.

Come on, we're late.

I'm worried,

Dave.

This fire. He's becoming a danger to
himself. And he seems paranoid.

How do you mean?

Saying he's being persecuted.

I may have to seek a psychiatric
opinion.

What if he is?

What? Being persecuted?

You heard him.

There wasn't even paraffin in the lamp.

Do confuse patients. Really buy
paraffin.

Fill up lamps they never use.

Set fires and know nothing about it ten
minutes later.

Put it that way.

I see your point.

But who else would do it?

I don't know.

But I'm going to try and find out before
Mr Barraclough ends up getting hurt.

I know what she was thinking.

I should go into her home.

I'm not mad.

I didn't start that fire.

And I am not leaving.

I believe you.

You do?

I know you didn't order that cement.

So... Maybe he didn't do the other
things either.

Well, tell them. Tell them we're not
mad.

I've tried.

What we've got to do is try and find out
why this is happening.

Well, don't look at me.

I haven't a clue.

Where's my music at school?

We'll have to go back.

Oh.

Prep garage.

Oh, right, Vicar.

David must have got a bit delayed.

And your train's at what time?

I'd better come and get you.

No, no, it's no bother. It's just that
David's got the taxi.

I'll be with you soon.

Dr Merrick agrees this isn't the usual
pattern of confusion in the elderly.

How can you have a usual pattern of
confusion?

Oh, it's one of those contradiction in
terms thingy. I forget what they're

called.

That's normal forgetfulness, you see.

Forgetting a word, a name, what day of
the week it is. Forgetting to turn the

gas off.

Right. But to go out and buy paraffin
for a lamp you never use, fill it up,

Fighty's shed with it and forget all
about it five minutes later.

Yeah, but why would somebody want to
make him seem mad?

To get Mr Barraclough out of his house.

Which means either it or him must be
worth something.

Well, how are you going to find out
about that?

Well, that's why you two come in.

Because I'm going to need a bit of help.

Okay?

Now, I thought I'd take the cousin and
check him out. Phil, if you could

the planning department before they
close. Make sure they've no plans which

would make Mr. Barraclough's house worth
money. Right.

But we're going to have to do this
without Sergeant Knox finding out.

Right?

Um... Mr...

Johnson.

It's here.

Must be magic. It wasn't there earlier.

Honest. That's silly.

Music doesn't just appear and disappear,
does it?

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control, over.

Control receiving, over.

Alf, the cousin's a washout.

Any news from your end, over?

He's got virtually nothing in the bank,
and the planning department have got no

plans to build anything on his land.

He's not worth tucking safely, over.

I'm on my way over to see Mr Barracuff
now.

I've organised for the owner of
Ashfordly Antiques to do an evaluation

contents, over.

In case he's got a Ming vase as a
doorstop or something.

Oh, you never know. Stranger things have
happened.

Over and out.

And they've all happened to Mr
Barraclough.

Something I should know about.

Or were you just talking to yourself?

Just talking to myself, Sarge.

Is it catching, then?

Whatever Mr Barraclough has?

Or simply a question of age?

I'm not that old.

Hi.

Afternoon, Mr Baratov.

Have we met?

Ashfordly Antiques.

Statuette of the Lady.

Oh, you've got some cheek. I'll give you
that.

I'll show you around, shall I?

Right.

ridiculous. Complete waste of a day.

I mean, they've got the jewellery.

Nothing valuable in there.

I'm sorry.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr.
Jones. Oh, not at all.

Glad I could be of help under the
circumstances.

I'm sure you'll hear from us again.

Yes.

Delta for T -4 to control over.

Mrs. Griggs, there's people waiting.

Excuse me. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm late for
the vicar.

There has to be something somewhere that
somebody wants to get their hands on.

Well, we checked his house, his bank
account and his possessions.

There's nothing of any value.

Well, maybe he did it himself. You know,
some sort of deliberate wind -up.

Why the long face? is unhappy at no work
to be getting on with. I'm sure I could

find you all some.

I just need to catch up on the lost
property book, Sarge.

I hear congratulations are in order, PC
Bellamy.

When's the happy day?

Um, we don't know. I don't know yet, um,
Sarge.

There's been, um... Oh.

If... If there's anything you want to
talk about, anything at all, my door is

always open.

Thank you, George.

No -one's where they should be. But all

things keep appearing and disappearing,
like police boxes and taxis and music.

And now the vicar's gone.

Don't speak good.

Fine, I took him down to the station.

It's all right.

Don't go back to scripts. I can't do it.
I can't be in two places at once.

No one expects you to.

Now, how's the happy workforce?

May I interview the police?

Oh, what's up?

I've found it.

The thingy, whoever it is, is looking
for.

You know you requested a copy of Leonard
Barraclough's will. Well, it's arrived.

They might have lived the life of a
pauper, but he wasn't. He had over £10

in his account.

Mr Barraclough said his brother had left
nothing.

Well, why didn't he tell us in the first
place?

It could have saved us a lot of time and
effort.

Yeah. OK, I'll... Well, thanks. I'll get
over there and ask him.

He'll have to try and delay morning
surgery.

That was Mr Barraclough on the phone.
He's in a terrible state.

Apparently, he's just received
confirmation of a place that's been

him in an old people's home. I thought
you said he didn't want to go to a home.

Exactly.

Sid is not happy!

He said David didn't work enough
yesterday.

Goodness only knows why.

Well, he was rushing round here, there
and everywhere.

All he had to do was stick to the
schedule.

It's just as well I wasn't needed on
that jury, otherwise I wouldn't have any

customers left.

He got flustered.

At one point he couldn't even find the
taxi.

Well, of course he couldn't. I had it.

Someone had to pick up Mrs Higginbottom
and take her to the chiropodist.

Otherwise she'd have missed her
appointment. And then where would she

like to know.

Presumably without a leg to stand on.

Exactly.

Did he call you as well?

No. What's up?

I don't want to go into a home. Then you
don't have to. Then why have you booked

me a room?

Let's just try and calm down, OK?

Well, why should I?

You already brought the police into it.
I don't know anything about a home, Mr

Barraclough. I came here to ask you why
you didn't tell me you were a rich man.

What are you talking about?

Leonard left you £10 ,000.

But when I asked you about it, you said
he had nothing to leave.

£10 ,000.

Well, Mr Monksby told me... Mr Monksby?

Why would he lie?

Unless he wanted to keep the money for
himself.

He can't just keep clients' money.

But with Mr Barrowclough out of the way,
who would know?

He can't be that easy.

There must be checks.

Something in writing.

Unless you were in a home.

Unfit to look after your own affairs.

Hello.

Where are you going?

To get some proof.

Don't mess me about, Mr Jones.

This is a serious criminal
investigation.

Who bought that statuette?

He said it was a joke.

A practical joke on a friend.

Of course, when you came round that
first time and then got me out to the

I was worried.

But Mr. Monksby insisted that there was
nothing illegal going on.

And he's a solicitor, and he should
know.

I'm sorry about the late challenge, Mr.
Duncan.

You are now, of course, free to go home.

Mr. Scripps.

Mr. Vernon.

Scripps.

I'm bringing Monksby in for questioning,
but I'm going to need a warrant to

search his business and personal
finances out. Over.

That'll mean telling Sergeant Noakes.
Over.

I'm sure you can manage that. And tell
her I'll explain everything when I get

back. Over.

Over and out.

Don't even think about it.

I've got urgent business to attend to.

All right, all right. I'll be there in a
minute.

Hello. Vernon, he's not here at the
moment.

No, he's fine. There was no problem.
He's out working.

Look, look, I'll have to go. Can I take
a minute?

Aye, to you too.

I don't give orders expecting them to be
ignored.

However, it would seem that in this case
there may have been some justification.

I will arrange the necessary warrant and
that will be the end of this matter. Is

that clear?

Yes, Sergeant.

We'd better get PC Bellamy to pick it
up. Where is he, by the way?

Urgent business, I believe.

Of a personal nature.

It'll take his mind off his problems if
we keep him busy.

Yes, Sergeant.

It's Gina there.

Yeah, it's Phil.

Again.

But I've got to talk to her.

Right.

Well, tell her I've called, will you?

Thanks.

Yes, Alf, I'm here.

Over.

Sorry to keep you.

You wanted to see me about Mr
Barraclough, I believe, Constable.

What's he been up to now?

More interested in what you've been up
to, Mr Monksby.

Been thinking of building a patio, have
you?

Yes.

What did the bank manager have to say?

Well, luckily he owed me a favour, so in
the strictest of confidence.

It seems he's been concerned about Mr
Monksby's finances for some time now.

He's well over his overdraft limit on
both his personal and his business

accounts. However, his client's account
looks pretty healthy.

Thanks to Leonard Barraclough's money.

It seems Mrs. Mugsby's a keen
horsewoman, and the bank recently

honour a cheque to a local vet, since
which time Mr. Mugsby's been paying

And where do we think the cash is coming
from?

Well, it's hard to say, though he did
make a withdrawal from his client's

account a week ago.

£150? Good work, Bellamy.

Mr Monksby's in the interview room with
Steve now.

Says he doesn't want us to list a
retinue that represents himself.

Right. Let's see what he has to say for
himself.

Sarge.

I did tell Mr Barraclough about his
brother's money. I was holding it whilst

looked at investment possibilities for
him. He knows that.

But given the way he's been lately, he
must have forgotten.

What about the advertisement?

Planning a bit of building work, were
you?

As a matter of fact, yes. The stable
block needs extending.

What were you going to use for money?

A bank loan.

From what I hear, your bank manager
isn't likely to say yes.

I know what you're insinuating.

And I'll have you know I would never use
client money for my own purposes.

It's illegal.

You're right, Mr. Monksby, it is.

It's theft and false accounting.

Ashfordly Police Station.

One of the old jurors has gone missing.

What was his name, please?

Vernon Scripps.

Oh.

It'll be my pleasure.

All you've got is one senile old man's
word that I didn't tell him he'd come

into some money.

Do you know Mr Jones, Ashfordly
Antiques?

Not personally.

I know of the shop, certainly.

Mr Jones has made a statement saying
that you paid him to say that Mr

Barraclough bought the statuette, when
in fact it was you who bought it.

Nonsense. A statuette that later turned
up in Mr Barraclough's house as part of

the so -called evidence of his confused
state of mind.

It was a joke.

That's all.

It's not in the best of taste, but
hardly a crime.

You were trying to get him so confused
that he'd think he was mad and go into a

home.

Then there'd be no -one to question you
about Leonard's money and you could

siphon it off when you needed it.

Like this £150 you drew out last week,
for example.

Look, there's been a mistake.

You're right, Mr Monksby, there has been
a mistake.

And it's yours.

Now, if one of your clients was in your
position, wouldn't you advise him to

make a clean breast of it?

Whilst I know plenty of men who'd find
it hard to choose between a pub and a

lover, there aren't many women who
would.

Yeah, but there's Eugenia we're talking
about, and the Aidensfield Arms.

Not just any woman.

And not just any pub, either.

But there's the baby, and she's going to
be thinking of that.

We were just talking about Mr
Barrowclough. Yeah, at least you caught

before he spent much of the money. I
mean, Mr Barrowclough must be so

He might actually build himself a patio
now.

We'd have to use a different cement
farm.

I must be going. Are you coming, Jenny?

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't want to talk about it.

In fact, I don't want to think about
you, really.

How about I get you a pint, then?

Well, then, what are you doing here? I
thought you were on jury duty.

Wasn't needed in the end, which is just
as well.

Because poor old David and Bernard
couldn't manage without me.

That poor lad almost had a nervous
breakdown trying to cope. He even

seeing things.

Yeah, there's been a bit of an epidemic
round here at the moment.

No, no, I promise you.

Police phone boxes coming and going all
over the place, he says.

I blame the television.

It puts all sorts of funny things in
people's heads.

Actually, Bernard Scripps, I've been
looking for you all over the place. I

have known that you'd be here.

It's hard keeping up with a whirlwind of
activity, Alf.

What can I do for you?

Are you sick or dying or unexpectedly
bereaved, Mr Scripps?

No. Well, I'm arresting you for contempt
of court.

You're supposed to be on jury duty.

A case has been adjourned because of
you. Judge Prendergast is not a happy

Heartbeat continues in the new year.

Meanwhile, the Royal returns next
Sunday, and all the staff are back at

Aidan's Royal Free Hospital.

Lots of life.

Lots of action.

And lots of love.

The Royal.

Back with some new blood.

Some to take your pulse, and some to set
your pulses racing.

The Royal.

Watch out, though. Things can get a bit
explosive.