All language subtitles for Heartbeat s13e23 Muck and Brass

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

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

This is the start of the hill climb,
sir.

You have to pass a few farms to get
here, so no wonder some of the locals

this event.

Well, dozens of lunatics driving flat
out up and out on it isn't something I'm

particularly happy about either.

That's been felled deliberately.

It's a funny time of day to do some
forestry work.

Could have killed somebody.

That's Cleghorn's farm up there, isn't
it?

Yes.

And the route goes straight past it.

Easier for Salt to try and cause
trouble.

Well, if he isn't at home, I have a good
idea where he'll be.

Oh, I'm disappointed I'm going to win,
you know. It's the worst weekend in the

year. Descended on by a gang of grease
monkeys.

Determined to make our lives a misery
with their fancy cars.

Come on, Nat. Plenty of people around
here agree with you. But it's pointless

doing anything about it, isn't it? I
seem to remember you weren't too happy

time. Cars speeding through the village.

Parking all over the green. Look, I
haven't forgotten, but it's no good

up trouble.

It won't be me stirring up trouble.

Took a week to clear up the village last
time.

Times are hard enough without our own to
lose money because a bunch of overgrown

kids want to race soup -cooked go
-karts.

The time has come to have it banned.

Let's do something. To take action.

To protect our livelihoods. Keep it
down, Nat.

Anyway, some of our livelihoods do
really well after this hill climb. Thank

very much.

Well, I say that... Yes, I'd be
interested to hear what you have to say,

Claghorn, about a tree that's been
felled across the route of the hill

I'd say innocent till proved guilty.

And I'd say someone could have been
killed.

I'll be finding out who fell that tree,
Clare Corn, and dealing with him as

firmly as the law will allow.

Like I say, let me know when you have
some evidence, eh?

Wait in here and I'll just see if the
doctor can fit you in, mister.

Black.

Trevor. And I'll need some details.

Look, I haven't really got any.

I'm camping nearby.

No, I'm in your home address and your
TV. Look.

I don't have time for this. I just need
someone to look at my eye for me, that's

all.

Is there a problem?

It's a Trevor Black heat.

I just need you to patch me up, doctor.

That's all.

That looks nasty.

You better come through.

How on earth did you do it?

Breaking firewood.

End blew up and hit me.

You need to be more careful.

Get off.

You're going to need a stitch in this,
okay?

That is a dreadful cough.

You're going to have to let me give you
something for that. No, it's nothing.

It's nothing, I'm fine.

Once you see it, you'll be convinced.

Convinced of your insanity, Marley.

If you call winning the top prize at the
hill climb insanity, then yes.

I'm telling you, Bernard, I have found a
classic.

It's a race -bred thoroughbred, and it
just needs a minimal tweak from you.

Bernard, two days.

It ought to be a classic in pretty good
condition to stand our chance.

We're mere mechanics, not Marvel the
Magician and his assistant.

There's no harm just going to go and see
it, though, is there? I suppose not.

Where is he, then?

Don't trouble his couch yet.

Bye, then.

Thanks, Jenny.

That should help soothe the cough for a
bit anyway.

He doesn't look well at all.

He's very reluctant to let me examine
him.

I want to see him again in a day or two.

That could be very easy. I think you're
keeping him rough.

I've got you some links.

What is it?

He's gone.

Where on earth are we going?

Bernard, stand by to be amazed.

It's raining and raining.

You just said it was a cow shed.

Well, it used to be a cow shed. It's a
chicken shed now.

What do you think?

I think I must be mad to be standing
here.

Has he actually got an engine, or has he
got a petrol -powered roost in there?

Well, let's have a look at it at least,
eh?

Oh, yeah.

Looks all right.

All right, it's fantastic.

Now then, Bernard, now be honest. Now
you've seen it, you're hooked, aren't

I think that's a yes.

get too comfortable.

This is private property.

I want you gone now.

I want to find who ever felled that tree
in Charlton. Oh, word is that it's

Clegghorn. He's usually the loudest
protester about the hill climb.

He's usually the loudest protester about
everything.

He wasn't giving anything away last
night, so you two go up to his farm now

put some pressure on.

Yes, Sarge. Yes, sir. Well, it might be
an idea if someone talked to the hill

-climbed driver, in case one of them
knows him.

In an unofficial capacity, of course.

Well, I could wander over there, Sarge.

Thanks, Alf.

I'm sure you'll enjoy a wee wander.

I've got any work to do.

On the contrary, Mr Cleggorn.

You were spotted near to where that tree
was felled just before it happened.

Perhaps you can explain to me what you
were doing there.

Farming, of course. I've land up there.

Yeah, well, it's a funny time of the day
to be farming the land.

That's my decision.

Yeah, well, it would be our decision
whether or not to prosecute.

So just try and cooperate, will you?

If only you lot had spent as much time
keeping an eye on those races down

Tearing down the countryside,
frightening the animals.

It's a legally sanctioned event that a
lot of people enjoy.

It should never have been allowed.

And if anything goes wrong for them, I
for one will be delighted.

Nothing else better. I'd go wrong, Mr.
Cleggall.

I'll be back.

Just keep your nose clean, eh?

Not very wise, old boy.

One slip and boom.

Oh, quite right.

Silly me.

Are you a steward or something?

No, nothing like that. I'm just here as
a spectator.

Eric Evans, overall champion, three
years running.

Oh, really?

It was a couple of years back, and I
don't race anymore.

Well, what about you?

Oh, I just popped out to my lunch hour
to see some of these cars.

Well, perhaps I could show you around.

I still know one end of a racing car
from the other.

Oh! It'll be a pleasure to have a look
round some of these racing cars and meet

some of the drivers, perhaps.

Yeah, my pleasure.

We'll start here, look.

I reckon Mr Vernon's right.

She's a bit of a beauty.

So was the Titanic.

What do you reckon, then?

Well, you're not wrong. She is quite
special.

Oh, good. Mr Vernon, can we really
please?

Look, if this isn't the last of them,
I'll wring his wretched neck.

It's just great.

It's going to upset her.

It's a beauty.

Handsome.

Cheers, Harry. You're welcome, lads.
You're welcome.

Well, you've been most helpful. I almost
feel like an expert myself now.

Well, I won't keep you any longer, Mr
Evans.

Eric, please.

It's no trouble.

And if there's anything else I can do?

Oh, thanks.

I might take you up on that.

That is great, Lloyd.

Yes. Someone to cut that.

I've not seen it, have you?

Click on wooden butch, Sarge.

He denied any involvement. We have to
settle for giving him a gypsy warning.

You think he'll let them?

I don't think he wants this to end up in
court.

Well, let's hope it makes him see sense.

The last thing we need is more trouble.
Just the scores are bigger.

After the police.

Yes, Alf.

We'll be right there.

Someone with a nick is a great type.

Looks like it was done with a hacksaw.

Well, the whole lot could have drained
out in time.

Left him high and dry.

Oh, what?

Oh, what?

Who'd do a thing like that?

That's what we intend to find out, Mr
Sneed. There'll be one of those idiot

farmers. They've been hanging around.

Especially that loudmouth who was in the
pub last night. That one? That's the

one. He was here just a while ago.

Looks like your gypsy's warning didn't
do much good.

What is it?

I don't know.

But I heard someone.

Chase a trespasser off the estate this
morning.

Poor fellow's been sleeping rough for a
while by the look of it.

Ben, you're imagining things.

Come back here.

The world is full of little people,
Sergeant.

Jealous little people.

But even I have to admit, I've never had
anything like this done to me before.

Do you mean there have been other
incidents, Mr Smee? Oh, just petty

I mean,

if I were an employee, sometimes you get
four flat tyres in the morning if you

get my drift.

And what job would that be?

Demolition.

Smee and Sons.

A long -standing family business.

Started in Middlesex, then moved north.

We're one of the biggest firms in the
game.

I see.

We made our pile by taking on those jobs
that no one else wants, Sergeant.

By getting our hands dirty, as it were.

Yes, but you're quite sure there'll be
no other incidents like this? No threats

against you?

I'm quite sure, Sergeant.

Right.

That's like a good time, Mr. Clee.

Pleasure.

I can't wait, Bernard. Oh, and you'll
have to.

I thought you said it was ready.

Well, I said she was running. It might
be all right for tomorrow. It's not

the same thing as ready.

But I need to get some practice,
Bernard.

Yes, you do indeed, you little monster.
It's very powerful. You have to be

careful. Well, look, if you only need to
hear it running, I'll take David with

me. He can listen to it running, and
then he can tell you if he needs tuning.

Thanks for letting us know. Bye.

Ben Norton. They've had a prowler at the
estate.

Better go and have a look around.

I'll tell Matt.

Thanks.

Blimey, that was close.

Glad you're enjoying it, David.

Now for the ultimate test.

Not again.

Where did you go after we'd spoken
yesterday morning?

What's it to you?

A car was sabotaged in the Agensfield
Arms car park.

Had its brake pipe cut. And you were
seen in the area at the time of the

incident. So therefore, it must have
been me.

Call that police work.

So I'd like your accounts for your
whereabouts.

Mr Clegghorn, this is a very serious
allegation.

What were you doing in the car park
yesterday morning?

I was just having a word.

Telling those idiots they'd be better
off doing something sensible.

hunting, fishing, blooming garden, for
all I care.

Anything but driving around here like
lunatics.

And that's all?

Yes, that's all.

Oh, I may have done the odd bit to
protest about the ill -climb, but I'd

do anything dangerous.

Oh, really?

Then how do you explain this?

Well, you saw it, didn't you? You
stopped.

Mr Clegg on... Look, my idea of sabotage
is to take a crowbar to it and the rest

of those ruddy... Oh, don't tell me you
wouldn't know to cut through a brake

pipe. Look, I want to protest, not to
kill someone.

So you admit it? Yes.

I admit to the ruddy tree and the
slurry, yes.

But not this nonsense, and there's an
end to it.

I'd say it was the beginning.

I'd like you to follow me down to the
police station for questioning.

Oh, Mr. Adams, I wonder if I could have
a word.

Yeah, of course.

Well, I've got a mate who's on the local
police force, and he wants me to tell

the drivers to stay off the road.

They're worried about there being any
more trouble.

Yeah, you're quite right. I mean, that's
some sort of business. Couldn't be

quite... Exactly.

It's best not to tempt fate.

Well, if you could pass it on.

Yeah, indeed.

Ta.

Well, the groom's noted the door wasn't
locked first thing. Looks like someone's

dossed down here for the night.

Nobody saw him, then?

No, but I'm pretty sure it'll be the
thing, although I chased off yesterday.

He'd been camping out on the estate.

I thought I'd got rid of him and then
heard someone snooping around the

late last night.

Nothing was taken.

But I'm aware of it.

Right. Well, I'm sure he's long gone by
now, but I'll have a look around before

I go.

Let me know if you see him again.

Thanks, Tom.

Gently, take it easy, take it easy.

Whoa, whoa.

Just think, Bernard.

The two of us are going to become local
heroes.

Don't count your chicken.

Remember, you've got to get it up that
hill in one piece.

I know, but that's why we need the
practice.

It's not going to be as easy as you
think.

With this beauty, we'll walk it.

She is quite something.

I just needed to know, Bernard, that she
was fast.

Very fast.

Hey, David.

Hey! You can stay on and be my co
-driver this afternoon.

I knew I could count on you.

Do you know, when I weakened that
mixture, Bernard, she just flew off that

That engine just picked up and you could
not believe the speed she went up

there. How many times have I got to tell
you?

The slurry was me, the tree was me, but
not this.

And that wouldn't have anything to do
with the fact that sabotaging a car's

brakes is a far more serious matter than
obstructing the highway.

It's got to do with the truth.

I mean, why would I want to harm
someone?

You almost killed me, Claycorn. Well, I
was stupid.

I just felled the tree to make trouble.

And the slurry, which I rode into at
some speed today, that wasn't meant to

injure someone?

It was just a protest.

So you expect me to believe that you're
responsible for the lesser offences, but

not this?

Despite the fact that you were seen in
the area shortly before it was

discovered? Yes.

I've just had a couple of farmers on the
phone complaining, Sarge.

Apparently some of the hill climbers
have gone out on a test drive.

They've been seen passing Crook Hill
Farm, and now they're heading back

the village.

I thought you told them not to.

Well, I left a message, but Evans
obviously didn't pass it on.

You better go there, Corinne. Stop them.
I don't want any more trouble.

I'm always sorry, Jim.

I told you not to move him!

He's alive.

He's breathing. He's alive, all right.

It's up to the count.

This is turning into a nightmare.

Scores of people are due tomorrow, and
we have a lunatic saboteur at work.

That's what it looks like.

And where's our main suspect at the
time?

Right under my ruddy nose.

You two get back up there. Find out who
owns that Land Rover and trailer. It

might be one of Cleccon's cronies.

So, Judge.

Well, perhaps you could talk to the
drivers again.

Check out what's in the injured man.

His enemies, his rivals, and so on.

Of course, it's strictly unofficial.

Oh, of course, Judge.

I'm on my way now.

Thanks, Al.

Oscar, have you got a minute?

Oh, yes, please. Any excuse to stop
doing these books?

What is it, then?

Er, Bert wants to find out about that
driver that was injured yesterday.

Have you heard anything?

Well, you want to talk to Gina. She's
been chatting to the drivers all week.

Oh, right.

I want to ask her about someone else as
well.

Well, you can ask her. When she gets
back, she won't be long.

Who is it that you're interested in,
then? Eric Evans.

What? The former champion?

Very same.

What's he done, then?

Well, that's what I want to find out.

I need a co -driver to practice with!

Not with the Scripps, not again!

Come on, I don't want him taking it off
on his own.

It can be a bit of a handful, this, you
know, Bernard.

Yeah, no, we've got to keep going. About
time!

No!

Mr. Bernard!

So, we traced that land rover and
trailer back to old Brownlogger's farm,

didn't know anything about it.

And you believe him? Yeah.

He didn't even know it was missing.

And he hadn't heard of the hill climb
until we mentioned it.

So, if it wasn't Brownlow and
Claythorne's in the clear, then we're

square one.

Sarge, Gina's got some information about
Eric Evans.

I had a chat with some of the drivers.

They told me Evans was disqualified a
couple of years ago. They accused him of

nicking money from the Treasury.

I mean, it was never proved either way.

Evans denied it.

Took it really badly.

He swore he'd take revenge and finish
the organisers like they had finished

And did he do anything about this at the
time?

He just turned up this year.

Everyone just assumed he'd got over it.

But maybe not.

Well, there was that business about him
not passing on the message to the

drivers from me.

And he knowed the area on his way round
a car.

Right.

Thank you, Gina.

You're welcome.

I think it's time we paid Mr Evans a
visit.

Well, I'm pretty sure he's out, but it's
best to make certain.

Mr Evans!

Thank you, Oscar.

Just have a look, will you?

Ah.

Three of the racers were willing to back
allegations of theft and embezzlement

against Mr Evans.

Leaving the organisers no alternative
but to disqualify the three -time

from the competition.

That seems to be him.

Don't you think he's been having a long
start?

Well, he certainly has reason to be put
out.

All right, Crane, that's me for the day.
I'll see you tomorrow.

That's us.

That's the McLean.

Put up the address.

We're on our way.

Come on, Crane. Try it for one of the
hillclimbers' lockups.

All right, let's go.

Today's the big day.

Clear thing.

Oh, the way you went up that hill.

Oh, I'm worried sick.

It's racing, David. Speed is what it's
all about.

All set, then?

Yeah.

Right, I'm ready for the off.

Well, Vernon, before you go, there's
just a small matter of my bill.

Vernon, the winnings are virtually in
the bag. I'll settle up with you later.

Come on.

Where is it?

Where is it?

It's really not our weekend, is it?

All we have to go on is that one of the
victims is our old friend Jeffrey Smear

again.

It can't just be coincidence he's been
involved in all three times he's died,

does he?

He's been a real target all along.

You did say he would have been the one
to hit that Land Rover and trailer if he

hadn't been overtaken at the last
moment.

What would rule out all our farmers?

That grudges against the organisers
rather than any individual.

It's certainly starting to look that
way.

I'll see if I can dig up anything on
Jeffrey for me.

He was one of the drivers who got Evans
qualified for my competition.

I'd better go in there and try and find
Eric Evans.

Dodge.

Hey!

Good morning, everybody.

Do you

think I can afford

to give you my

many poor girls

first

star

on the hill is number 19.

Alpha 2 -4 to control, over. Go ahead,
Steve.

Alf, can you tell Sarge I'm up on the
bridge at the hill climb?

A man seems to think he's seen a bloke
hanging around in some woods near to the

track. I'm going up to have a look.
Over.

Phil, it's Liz.

Can you get over to Ben's cottage
straight away? There's been a break -in.

Mr Evans.

I'd like a word with you.

So the only thing that you can see
that's missing is a half a bottle of

Oh, he's had a go at it, I'm afraid.
It's been even fruit, but apart from

I don't think there's anything.

And you think you're recognising this?

Definitely. He called into the surgery
the other day. He cut his eye and needed

stitches.

He also had a terrible cough, so I can't
imagine he'll have got far.

But that's the same fellow that's been
prowling around here. Why didn't you say

something the other night?

I'm not sure. psychic then. I didn't
know he was going to start breaking into

houses. Well, yeah, but did it not occur
to you to mention it? No. I thought

he'd just move on.

Who is he, Liz?

Must have left some details.

Not really.

His name is Trevor Black.

He disappeared from the surgery before
we could find anything else out.

Right. Well, I'll let the Sarge know
that we're looking for this guy out on

day.

And I'll get back to the surgery.

Give me a call if there's any news,
right?

Of course.

She'd cut serious to think I'd have
anything to do with sabotage in that

There have been a number of incidents,
Mr Evans.

Most recently, a fire in one of the
barns containing competitive cars.

Well, I don't know anything about that,
and I don't know anything about a fire.

We searched your room with the aid and
spilled arms, Mr Evans.

You did what?

We found a list of race competitors and
newspaper cuttings.

You were accused of embezzlement and a
disqualify from the race two years ago.

Oh, I see.

You think I'm here to wreak my revenge.

Very dramatic, Constable.

Look, they disqualified me for something
I didn't do, so I'm going to get them

disqualified in return.

Why didn't you pass on the message from
Alf Ventress to the drivers the other

evening? Well, it proved a point.

There should be stewards in the village
before the actual event to prevent such

things.

Where were you first thing this morning?

I had a breakfast meeting at the Helsby
Hotel with a journalist.

The London Evening News is going to run
a piece based on my findings.

I'm sure they'll vouch for me.

Here's my seat,

if you don't believe me.

Happy now?

Not exactly.

Stay in any sign, over.

No, Sarge.

Seems to have done a disappearing act.

Over. We have some interesting news on,
Mr Black.

Can you go back to the station ASAP and
we'll fill you in?

On my way, Sarge.

Over and out.

Vernon! Vernon!

Not now, Vernon!

Vernon, hang on.

Hang on, I need a word with you.

By the great Panko, I'm thinking of
nothing else but the start.

Vernon, with your weight.

No! Vernon!

Right. Thank you very much. Bye, then.

Quote our colleague in Middlesex who dug
up a thing or two about Jeffrey Smee.

There are a number of cases pending
against him concerning his failure to

safeguard his workforce against the
dangers of asbestosis.

Asbestosis? If the right precautions
aren't taken, workers can develop

asbestosis, which is potentially fatal.

One of the cases against him concerns an
Albert Black who died of asbestosis

last year.

Albert had a son who also worked for
Smee. Trevor.

Exactly. Now, I suspect he's suffering
from the same condition as his father.

Well, you must know it's fatal.

I'd say it's a fair bet he knows that
Smee's poor working practice has killed

his father and are now killing him.

Which sounds like a grade -A motive.

Right, so let's go up there and find
him. Radio Crenn tell him to meet us up

there. Sarge.

And we need to speak to Geoffrey Smee.

Okay, thank you.

Can I have a word?

Could we have a word, please, Mr. Smee?

Jump the little...

He wouldn't know a sensible decision if
he bit him on the backside.

Well, what happened?

Disqualified, that's what happened. Or
because the engine was big or something,

or overcharged.

Overcharged? David, I don't know. Who
reads forms, anyway?

There you are.

Not now, Vernon.

Vernon?

London, I need to speak to you. Wait!

Wait!

He should have known it.

So it's been Albert's son all along, as
it's about to get me.

We think so. We know he feels strongly
about his father's death.

He's certainly been in the area hiding
it from us.

Old man Black, he's a nasty business.

Trevor's also been to see me, and I
suspect he may be suffering from

himself. Ah.

So he would be in a bit of a state,
then.

Well, we believe he holds you
responsible for his father's death and

condition. I don't see why.

I mean, it's all very well everyone
paying as best as he's a killer now, but

was I supposed to know?

With respect, Mr. Smee, it's been the
subject of workforce law since the 30s.

I listened to every little rule that
comes down from Westminster, I'd never

a job finished, let alone make any
money. But the... But nothing.

Thanks for the police protection.

Good to see the humble ratepayer finally
getting something for his money.

Glad to know you're approved.

Let me know when you find him, Sergeant.

I have a race to win.

I never want to see that thing again.

Don't be like that.

By the time I've settled Bernard's bill,
I'll have lost a small fortune on that

white elephant.

Come on.

Anything?

No, Sarge.

Steve's by the side of the track.

Liz, can you join him? You're more
likely to recognize Trevor.

Of course.

Is Smith still racing?

I couldn't stop him.

You were in a haste that time. I know.

Couldn't find my own mother in this
crowd.

We've spotted him. Can you hold the cars
below?

It's too late.

Smee's on his way.

Try and get hold of him.

Get to him!

The ambulance is on its way. I'm going
to see what the hospital can do for you.

Not a lot, I expect.

I'm afraid I'll have to talk to you
about another act of sabotage.

Well, what's that?

Endangering life is a serious matter.

So is not getting your workers to wear
protective clothing.

Especially when one of them's a 12 -year
-old kid helping his dad out at

weekends. Out of my way. Out of my way.
So you've got him. I could have been

killed. It's just me. And he ruined my
fastest time.

I want to press charges on the real...
Stop doing that.

Provided he lives long enough.

Put me down!

I'm just keeping you away from a very
sick young man for your own good. For my

own good!

I want justice!

Well, you'll be getting justice for your
own one day very soon, Mr Smee.

In court.

At

last!

It's a big deal. Have I won the pools or
something?

Well... In a way, yes, you have.

What are you talking about, Bernard?

We're talking to some of the other
drivers.

They're very interested in your car.

The SS is a prototype.

Classic.

Classic?

It's very rare. It's worth a fortune.

Here, Vernon, you may have been
disqualified, but you've hit the flaming

jackpot.

A considerable sum of money has been
stolen, Constable. James was here with

that night.

I swear it.

It's not opening time.

She thinks I'm handsome.

She called me her hero.

And who are you when you're not in your
box?

Somebody you don't want to mess with, Mr
Parker.

Let that slot give you sympathy. You'll
get nothing from us.