All language subtitles for heartbeat_s02e10_missing

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

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

In the town where I was born lived a man
who sailed to

sea. And he told us of his life in the

land of submarines.

So we sailed on through the sun till we
found the

sea of green.

And we lived.

Thank you.

Thank you.

We all live in the yellow submarine.

Yellow submarine.

Yellow submarine.

We all live in the yellow submarine.

Yellow submarine.

It's no purpose, Roger Flatt. Never,
James.

Need a hand?

I can manage.

All the way through Belgium and Holland
without a squeak. Now he has to go and

get a puncture.

Let me have a go.

Mum, I'm hungry.

Oh, you're always hungry.

Gannet. Come inside, I'll make you a
butter.

On holiday, were you?

Aye. Best bit were going over Aunt
Ferrie. They're all sick as pigs, except

Wife's barmy idea.

Make sure it's back to Morecambe. No
danger.

Lancashire folk?

Oldham. I've been working in Glasgow for
the past 18 months.

You have a living to earn.

I've made a nice pot of tea, Constable.
Would you like to come inside for a cup?

We'll have it out here.

It's warmer inside.

Fetch it out, Eileen. Stop fussing.

Constable's used to all weathers.

Did he come out of school with you?
Course.

Didn't he, Bobby?

Where is he, then?

When he's there.

Next to my little doll.

Don't blame us, ma 'am. You know what
he's like.

Yes, Mrs Plummer. It's not good enough,
Constable. It's just not good enough.

Well, what is it this time?

The potholes them great heavy things
have made. One good downpour and we'll

be able to walk down that lane at all.

I take it you're talking about the
fairground tracks?

It's a hazard to life and limb.

Well, caravans and tractors use that
lane all the time. They're not so big,

though, are they? It's the same story
every year. That fair is nothing but

trouble. And if you were doing your job
proper, you'd put a stop to it. Well, I

couldn't, even if I wanted to.

Most folk round here enjoy a good
funfair. They haven't got it on their

doorstep, have they? They don't have to
put up with the noise and the mess and

all the other monkey business that goes
on.

There's a good few fields between that
site and your farmhouse, Mrs Plummer. We

can still hear them, though. I have my
visitors to consider.

A stink of fried onions and God knows
what all over the place. Not to mention

the thieving. Nothing will be safe.

They're all villains, them lot. It's a
known fact.

It's common land, Mrs Plummer.

And there's an ancient charter allowing
affairs to be held on it dating back to

the year Dot.

So that's it, I'm afraid.

Hands are tied. Good afternoon.

Well, thank you very much.

Thank you.

Aidensfield Police.

Yes, Mrs. Bertie.

Well, how long's he been missing?

All right, yeah. I'll be right over.

I still don't know what we're bothering
to stop for.

It'll break the journey.

Besides, lads will enjoy it.

Will you?

Yeah. They say there's some grand fish
in here.

Your chest sounds fine, Mrs Mercer.
Blood pressure's a little on the low

but nothing to worry about. Yes, but I
keep getting these pains, Doctor, right

across my shoulder blade and at the back
of my neck.

Have you been carrying anything heavy?

Not that I can think of.

If there's a lot of shopping, Michael
affected it. He's very good like that.

You've had quite a spate of illnesses
over the past few months.

Right nuisance, aren't I?

No, not at all. I just wondered if there
wasn't a common denominator.

Are you under any particular stress?

I know what you mean.

So just move back.

Well, I'll give you a prescription for
anointing.

I think that does any good.

Maybe you should try and relax more.

That's hard.

I'm a right worry in me.

So where exactly did you last see him,
Jean?

On the path.

I'm on the edge of Kirby Forest.

You weren't holding his hand like I
said, were you?

I always get the blame. It's not fair.

She was kissing Roger Platt. I never.

She was.

He's a blooming liar. He tells lies all
the time. Stop it, you two.

There was no sign of him when you went
back to look?

Not a thing.

You don't think anything's happened to
him, do you, Mr Rowan?

He's just started school, you say? The
minute he turned five.

Couldn't wait to make friends of his own
age, could he, Jean?

Or could he have gone off with one of
them?

Don't see how.

I'll go to the village and ask.

Right. You two, come with me.

And if there's anything else you need,
just let me know.

And I do hope you'll enjoy your little
stay with us.

Please, my dad said we can go fishing.
Oh, he's fishing mad. They all are.

Well, there's a beck over yonder that
you're not to go down there on your own.

And I wouldn't let him go wandering off
down that way, neither. There's a fair

setting up, and they're a very rough
lot.

Don't worry, we won't let him go on his
own.

Our Howard's already gone for a look.

Now, this odd job man of yours, can he
fix a leak for me?

Michael Mercer? Aye, he's very handy.

I'll get him to come round first thing.

Here, give us the rifle, sir.

Bug off, kid, we're not open yet.

Last year's lot let us have free code.

This year's lot don't.

You can test it, though, half price.

It's all over us.

That's your problem, son.

Will you take us for us?

Depends what you've got.

Go on, get the knife out.

Two goes each.

Three? It's a Swiss Army knife, is that?

Yeah, and I'm Elvis Presley.

Go on, then, for your cheap.

Let her go!

His dad'll be home any minute. He'll go
potty.

I will find him, Mrs. Birtle.

Don't you worry about that.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control, you're
receiving. Over.

Alf, I'm at the Birtle smallholding.

It's a quarter of a mile past the
junction of the Elson B. Moore Road and

Kirby Forest turnoff.

There's a small boy gone missing. I'm
requesting assistance.

Hang on, I'll scrub that.

Where have you been?

You've had me worried half to death.

Where did you find him? Just coming home
along the way.

You all right, Dougie?

He certainly seems all right.

Where did you get to, eh?

Go on.

You tell the constable.

Were you in the woods?

I was with my friend.

You're no right going off like that.
Can't nothing bother.

Which friend is this, then?

That's my friend.

He was with one of his new pals, him, as
you thought.

Don't you ever do that again, do you
hear me? Or you'll get a smack.

No, Mum.

Sorry to have troubled you, Mr Rowan,
the little monkey.

It's no trouble.

Just glad to see him back safe.

I can hear the guitar start to play.

And very soon they say I was a fool to
buy love

away.

And with each glass of wine I feel
aglow. And very soon I know

I was a fool to let my dream go.

It's getting dark soon, lovey. Sorry,
Mum.

I didn't notice the time.

You should have come up specially.

I enjoyed the walk.

It's freezing.

Oh, uh... Edna Plummer came round.

She wants you to fix some caravan
tomorrow.

I'll go up first thing.

I don't like her.

She's hard -faced.

She puts plenty of work my way. Ah,
well.

There is that.

Busy surgery?

So -so. What's this?

Well, it was a fry -out until a
combination of Edna Plummer and a

put the mockers on it. Just as well.

Nothing. It'd be as good there anyhow.

It was real gourmet stuff when I first
cooked it.

Nick, that junk wouldn't be gourmet
stuff if Fanny Craddock had cooked it.

You've no idea, have you?

I managed to feed myself for a good few
years before I met you.

I've survived.

More by luck than good management.

Give it a kiss.

What's that about a missing kid?

Oh, a young Dougie Birdsall. He just
toddled off.

Is he OK?

Yeah, he is. He turned up right as rain.

Put your head in it, poor old man,
though.

Double portion as usual?

Ah, go on, then. You're twisting me arm.

You can afford it now you're a bloody
millionaire.

Oh, I can fancy being a rich man,
please, I think. You wouldn't if you

when we're note on. It's not a pretty
sight.

Evening, old.

Close to you.

Cotton chips twice, please.

I'm Gina, George's niece from the pub.

Hello.

How come we never see you in there?

You're not sleepy, are you?

No, just not quite much.

And you've got a girlfriend, then?

Gina? I thought I was supposed to cross
-question people.

And don't we know it.

Mr Rowan's right, Gina, love. Leave the
lad alone, you're embarrassing him.

I'm not embarrassing you, am I, Michael?

So how do you fancy taking us to the
fair, then? It's not open yet.

When it does, I get petrified on the go,
shame me, you know.

Can't imagine anything petrifying this
one, can you?

What are you having, then, love?

Portion of chips, please.

Same for me, please, Brack. Eat here or
take out?

Eat here.

Is it OK?

What?

We don't even went to the villa to check
on.

Oh, yeah, yeah, fine.

Good. We could do with an early night.

Now, what's that smell?

What?

Chips.

Oh, yeah, I was just passing Frank
Parry's and I felt a bit peckish. Just

passing my eye. You went out specially.

I was hungry.

You had your supper not a couple of
hours ago.

Nick Rowan, you're hopeless.

I know, and that's why you love... You
love me, yeah.

You going to put it up on the side of
the van? You what?

Kath had murdered me. I got an artistic
over that picture of Bridget Bardot.

Why, I'm scum.

Have you been pigging yourself again,
Claude?

No, it's flaming indigestion, I keep
getting.

I'll see you, Andy.

Well, you're leaving, that.

I've got to go and ask someone for this.

He's going early, isn't he?

Must be Paul.

Must be.

Here, mate.

Any of the old geezer we was told to
talk to if we fancied a nice juicy

pheasant? I might be.

If I was, where would I find you? Up at
the fairground.

Ask for Larry or Clem.

All right, I'll see what I can do for
you. I'm not promising, I don't mind.

What have you got there?

Your memory go back that far, does it,
Grandad?

Not so much of your Grandad as I might
be.

If you're interested, I'll give you five
bucks for it.

Fifteen.

Ten, and it's a deal.

Go on, then.

Here.

Don't spend it all at once.

Hmm?

Yeah, I thought I'd bring it to you and
give you your first refusal, you know,

because I know you're interested in a
bit of art.

Quite.

Where did you say you found it?

A junk shop in York.

That's not your usual territory, eh?

No, I know it's not, Ronnie. I have to
go and see my solicitor.

You've got a solicitor?

Well, ah, Mr Loomis, you know, Clough.

Naismith and Loomis, they look after me
financial affairs.

Well, I suppose you need someone, your
amount of substance.

What makes you think this is worth
anything?

Well, it isn't it?

Might be.

That's what I thought, you know, because
I started reading these books, you

know, on, like, paintings and antiques,
you know, because, I mean, I don't know

when you're going to come across so much
of value, do you, on your travels,

like? Indeed you don't.

Well, to anybody else, £25, Doctor.

Seeing as you've always had nice, warm
hands, I thought 20.

Your windfall hasn't changed your ways.

I mean, don't stop me. I'm in an eye for
a bargain, don't I? Just because you've

got a view, Bob.

What do you think, then?

£20, is it a deal?

Leave it with me for a couple of days,
I'll think about it.

Right, well... I'm not desperate, am I?

I was just en route to see Nick, as a
matter of fact. Is he still in the

He should be there. He was about to
tackle a small Everest of paperwork when

left. Excellent.

Oh, Alex, before you go, do you remember
a patient called Claire Mercer? She

registered with the practice just before
I joined you.

Difficult to forget anyone like her.

Always pestering on about nonspecific
aches and pains.

Well, that's just what I was wondering
about, whether there wasn't something

more to it.

Kate, she's had every clinical test
known to medical science.

The results are always negative. The
woman is a hypochondriac. It's as simple

that. Yes, but even if the symptoms are
psychological, there has to be an

underlying cause.

If I were you, I'd worry about your
patients with real illnesses, not

ones.

It's very fruity.

I wouldn't have thought it was your sort
of thing, though. It's a Felician rock.

Belgian, 1833 to 1898.

If you say so. Doc, you're the expert.

I wouldn't say that.

But I know it's worth a hell of a sight
more than the 20 quid that Greengrass is

asking. Never took Greengrass for an art
buff. Oh, he's not.

He's certainly got a nose for a bargain.

So where did he get it, then?

Well, according to him, from a junk shop
in York.

Nobody I know.

Well, Artie may be, but it's not the
sort of thing I'd hang on my living room

wall. Worth a few thousand quid,
according to Ferrenby, if genuine.

Well, he is something of an expert in
these matters, so I'll bow to his

judgment. Yes.

I've checked through the stolen
paintings in the police gazette, Sarge.

watercolours there, landscapes,
drawings, some figures and a couple

Lithographs. Who do they buy?

Corot.

Jericho, Delacroix, rocks.

Give it here, man.

Corot, Jericho, Delacroix. Did you have
an education?

Not that sort, Sarge. At least you got
the rocks right.

Philithian rocks.

Looks like it's the real McCoy, then.

Well, there's been a spate of art thefts
in France over the last couple of

months. And the French police seem to
reckon that they're being smuggled into

the UK.

There's plenty of bent dealers down
south.

So how did this land up here, then?
Either way, it's a CID job. I'll get on

Strensford. Meanwhile, Rowan, I suggest
a word in Greengrass's ear would not go

amiss.

Greengrass, eh? The well -known art
lover.

I don't know.

Don't you fancy me?

No, no, I think you're very pretty.

Nothing wrong with your eyesight, then.

Here you are. And mind you, don't break
them.

Driving around in that ridiculous thing.

Aye, this is me pride and joy.

Anything going up there?

Won't be long now.

Any sign of the other fella?

He'll be here.

It better be.

I can't hang around forever.

What other fella?

George Taflow, bloke at work.

You never mentioned him before.

He's a mate. He's booked in for a couple
of days. I told him we'd meet up.

All right?

No, it's not all right. Not without
asking me. I don't know what's got into

these days. Honest to God, I don't.

Can we go fishing, Dad?

Not just now, son.

Oh, it's not fair. You promised.

I said not just now, son. Be off with
you. Stop pestering, lad. Go play with

Brian.

It's nothing sacred. I'm having my damn
dinner.

I want some information about that
picture you tried to flog to Dr

Well, what about it?

Well, I'd just like to know where you
got it from.

And don't waste my time about junk shops
in York.

I bought it off two lads in a pub.

Well, that's not what you told Dr
Farringley.

Look, of course it's not. I mean, I had
to make it sound a bit authentic, didn't

I? Being an antique.

It's called salesmanship, you know.

Oh, is that what it's called?

These lads, who were they, locals?

No, a couple of lads off the fairground.

I don't mean what's wrong with it. I
mean, all sorts of people buy and sell

things in the pub.

Especially if they're hot.

That picture is not hot.

Steam's practically rising off it, and
don't say you didn't know.

What's the matter with you?

I've got damned indigestion.

Well, you shouldn't be eating that stuff
then, should you?

What do you want to know for?

Because I'm knitting you both jumpers
with your names on.

Comic copper.

Oh, I can be hilarious.

Have you heard the one about the two
blokes who work on the fairground?

They both get done for handling stolen
goods.

What's stolen flaming goods?

How about a naughty picture?

We never nick that. We got it off some
young lad.

What's his name?

No idea.

Oh, so this young lad who you don't
know...

Just walks up to you and gives you a
picture.

Not give, swap.

A lot of the kids do it. They can't
afford the price of a ride, so we do a

-off. We never thought it was nothing
special.

So why do you think it was worth
swapping?

It was rude.

There's always a market for someone
rude, isn't there?

I want that kid's name.

Get it for me.

If you don't, I'll do the period.

No,

it's not indigestion, Claude.

I want you to have some tests.

What sort of tests?

An electrocardiogram.

I think you might have had a mild heart
attack.

Oh, you're a tall damn job, Doctor.

My heart's as sound as a bell.

All the same, I'm sending you in for an
ECG just to make sure.

Send me where?

Ashfordly General.

They won't keep you in.

I'm sorry, I'm not going to no
hospitals.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

You'll be absolutely fine.

But, Claude, you're going to have to do
something about your diet.

I'm not on one.

Precisely. All those chips and pies you
live on, you're going to have to cut

those out.

You mean, don't have no chips?

Right, Rowan, carry on.

Well, Greengrass got the lithograph off
of two lads from the fairground.

Ah, I might have guessed.

Those kind of people, they always make
trouble. Right, then, wheel him in.

Well, I was going to bring them in,
Sarge, but they say that they got it off

some kid, and I believe them.

There's one born every minute.

If they were any part of the gang that
nicked the artworks, they're hardly

to flog it to green grass with him, Bob,
are they?

Well, that's a fair point.

Right, did you get in touch with D .C.
Mitchell, strength with CID?

I had a word, Sarge, yeah.

He's got a massive workload on at the
moment.

Wants me to investigate locally, keep
him posted.

Oh, he does, does he?

I suppose he thinks we've got nothing to
do here all day except sit round eating

cream buns.

What's to eat?

I'm starving.

Who said romance was dead?

No, not dead, just knackered.

I've been traipsing around all over the
place looking for some poncy pictures I

wouldn't even give house room to.

You know they say Satan kidney's a great
effort, is he? What do they say about

grilled fish and salad?

Grilled fish?

You've already barbed me from Paris chip
shop. Isn't that sacrifice enough?

I saw Claude Greengrass today.

I reckon he's had a mild heart attack.

I thought he had indigestion. So did he.

But I warned him if he doesn't cut out
all that fried food, Alfred could soon

an orphan.

He's got nothing to do with me.

He's years older and four times as fat.

Carry on like you are and you'll soon
catch him up.

Oi, I want a husband to keep me company
in my twilight years.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

How much longer is this tableau bloke
going to be?

Tomorrow. He'll be here tomorrow.

It bloody better be.

Wife won't wear it much longer.

That's your problem, Mr. Corrie. You
made the bargain. It's up to you to keep

it.

Hey, come here. Come here. You can't go
in there. Come here. Come here. Come

here. All right.

Now, hey.

Hey, Alfred. Behave yourself.

Don't bite any strangers, will you?

Don't fret, I'll not be long.

Right,

who's first?

Me. Come on in.

Bad penny, aren't I?

Shoulders know better.

Yes, they do.

I keep getting these headaches.

Right across my temples, here.

And I take an aspirin. It does no good.

It could be eye strain.

Have you had your eye tested?

Well, about 18 months ago, before we
moved here.

The doctor said they were fine.

I'll just check them quickly.

You lived in Bradford, didn't you?

Oh, that's right.

Now, just take your arm down. I'm sorry.
Thank you.

And look up.

And to your right.

What brought you to this part of the
world?

Well, I'm... Can you keep your head up?
We just fancied living in the

countryside.

These various ailments you've been
having, they could be due to emotional

causes.

Is there something you're not telling
me? Nothing, will you?

Just stop asking me all these questions.

I won't bother you in future.

Delta Alpha 2, Port of Control, are you
receiving?

I'm receiving.

Go ahead, Delta Alpha 2.

Alf, I'm still working my way down
Mitchell's lift. I've drawn a blank so

Any luck you're in?

Negative.

Right, well, I've got a couple more to
visit, and then I'm making my way back

Aidensfield. I'll see you later.

It won't hurt, will it, Doctor?

Oh, that's cold.

Fair up, Mr. Day -Norman.

How about it?

The lad's not to go.

I've already told him there's no breath.

There's much enough on him this last
couple of weeks to last a lifetime.

If you've enough room to stick in this
dump another couple of nights, you've

enough room to have a bit of fun the
while.

Howard? Brian?

Your dad says you can go... Where's
Brian?

I don't know. I thought he was with you.

Norman, our Brian's gone missing.

We'll have to go find him.

Morning.

Hello. What's all this then?

The talk I'm giving next week on healthy
eating.

Oh, is that what doctors do?

It's what this doctor does.

I want my patients to know they'd be a
lot fitter if they chuck away their

frying pans.

Eh, but you don't know any medical
diets, do you?

The other thought we can eat chocolate
and still lose pounds.

I only wish I did, Gina.

So this talk of yours, it's going to be
the usual lettuce leaf rubbish, is it?

There's a lot more to it than that.

I'll give you a leaflet if you're
remotely interested.

Go on, then.

Here, take a few. Give some to your
friends.

Waste of time.

All the girls around here are tapping
their neck up.

Except you, Doc.

from Strensford CID, DC Mitchell, wants
to know if Rowan's made any progress.

They've got the yard on their backs now.

Oh, he radioed in earlier, Sarge. He's
still going round those dealers, auction

houses, antique shops, etc.

Seeing if any of those artworks off that
list have turned up.

But he hasn't had a tickle so far.

Delta Alpha 2, Port of Control here
receiving.

Speak it, Neville.

Control receiving. Go ahead, over.

Phil, I'm located at Moor Farm Caravan
Site 8. Phil, we're requesting

assistance.

There's a small boy gone missing.

Over.

Shall I go, Sarge? No, I will. I'd like
a word with PC Rowan. If I need anyone

else, I'll let you know.

He was only playing outside.

I've always told him... I told him about
not going too far.

How old is he?

Five.

He's due to start school next week.

Where have you looked so far?

Around the farm, down by the river.

His dad's searching the paddock.

That's the second five -year -old boy
who's gone missing this week.

Really? What happened to the other one?

He just turned up. Should have been
playing with a friend.

No sign.

He could be anywhere.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

I don't know what you're wasting your
time for. It's that lot you want to be

talking to.

I've told him till I'm blue in the face.

But does he listen?

Mrs Plummer's got it into her head that
the fairground folk are responsible for

anything that goes wrong round here.

Right.

Well, it seems like a good place to
start.

Let's get going.

Ah, heck, Lord, you look like you've
seen a ghost.

I think I might have. Give me the pint,
Joey.

What are you doing here? Any road?

I thought Doctor said you had to rest. I
am resting.

I shall sit down while I drink me pint.
Come on.

You should lay off the ale if you want
to lose weight.

And you, Uncle George, it says so in
here. I don't want to lose weight. It's

only her that says all that.

And you don't take orders from no woman,
do you, Claude?

There's nothing wrong with me.

Make that pint of dandelion and burdock,
will you?

A bit early to start boozing, isn't it?
It's all that ruddy doctor's fault, with

her leaflets and her posters and her
lectures.

To hear her, the great British chip is
public enemy number one.

You're quite right, Mr Paddy. Right?
Right?

The woman's only ruining me flaming
business.

Hello, Claire.

Oh, hello.

I suppose you've heard.

What's happened to this bird, sir?
Another kitty gone missing now.

His mum must be so worried.

First this one, though he turns up,
thank God. Now a little lad stopping at

caravan site.

Our Jean's gone up with her pals to help
him look.

Bye.

I rang the hospital.

I knew you'd be worried.

Worried? I'm not worried.

What did they say?

Well, the ECG shows you have had a small
heart attack.

Oh, my God.

Oh, but it's only a small one and
there's no residual damage.

Oh, I see. What did I tell you?

However, you are going to have to be a
lot more careful in future and avoid all

the risk factors.

Risk factors? What was them?

Being overweight, as I've already told
you.

Not getting enough exercise.

In fact, Lord, you're going to have to
adopt a healthier lifestyle.

No chips.

It won't be long now, love.

These good folk have turned up to help
us find him.

He's been gone nearly three hours.

If anything happens to him, it's your
fault.

I never wanted to come here in the first
place.

Satisfied he's not here?

Far as we can tell.

Right then, where do you want us to
look?

Are you offering to help?

Contrary to what some folks say, we do
have feelings.

Brass and neck of them.

I told you they'd fetch trouble. I
warned you.

We need all the help we can get, Mrs
Plummer.

If these lads want to lend a hand, we'll
be glad of it.

Well, a batik quarry might be worth a
look. It's disused now, but the old

workings are still there.

One of the local men will show you where
it is. Leave it to us, mister.

Mister.

Sergeant!

Here. Yeah?

That lad you got the picture from.

What about him?

Is he here?

Yeah. Where?

In the blue hat.

Mrs Mercer, the way you left the surgery
this morning... Yes?

I didn't mean to upset you.

But you're obviously not well, and for
your sake, I want to find out what's

causing it.

Can't we at least talk?

You'd better come in.

What is it?

What's troubling you?

It's not me.

It's Michael.

Michael?

My boy.

My boy.

Go on.

Him and Sally.

were childhood sweethearts.

They got married when they were 18.

Tom was born a year later.

And just before Tom's third birthday,
Sally was crossing the road.

There was a hit -and -run driver.

She and the baby were killed outright.

Michael went to be here.

He became so... so distant.

I thought I might... might help him to
get away.

You moved here?

Mm.

Prayed he would get over it.

That little boy that's missing.

I think I know where he is.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know if I was
imagining things.

And I was scared what might happen to
Michael.

It's been through so much.

You haven't got any children, Dr. Rowan.

When you have, you'll understand.

What do you mean? Mrs Mercer thinks she
knows where we can find the little lad

that's gone missing.

I'll follow you.

Did you suspect he might do something
like this?

But he'd never harm a child.

He loves children.

He just wanted to be with a little boy
for a bit.

You know, to do the things dads do.

Tom would have been five this week.

He saw the children coming back from
school.

So I came back to him.

Thanks again, Constable.

That fellow.

I hope they put him away for a long
time.

You can't just walk off with other
people's children.

He deserves life for what he's put us
through.

It didn't actually harm Brian in any
way.

You can rest assured the appropriate
action will be taken.

So it bloody well should.

Excuse me, Constable.

Howard.

Are you going to the fair later, then?

Yeah, my dad says we can.

Two blokes that work there, Larry and
Clem.

Yeah, what about them?

Well, they said that you shot them a
picture for a free ride.

So what if I did?

Depends whose picture it was in the
first place.

They were only stupid pictures.

There's all that there, you know, just
boring scenery and stuff.

I didn't think he'd miss one.

Who wouldn't?

My dad.

They were rolled up in his fishing
tackle bag.

So you just help yourself?

Oh, you won't tell him it was me that
took it, will you?

Well, I can't promise anything, son.

But you want to think before you go
taking things that don't belong to you.

So does your dad.

Can I come in, Mr Currie?

So, where did you get them?

Take your drink outside, son, and stick
with our Howard. Yeah.

Was it Rotterdam?

Yeah. This bloke comes up to me and asks
me how would I like to make myself 100

quid. Says all I have to do is fetch
some paintings back with me and hand

over in Hull.

They don't search caravans. It takes too
long.

You knew it was smuggling?

They're only pictures.

They weren't bloody gold bars.

I don't know what's come over you,
Norman Currie.

I'm so ashamed of you.

I've never done a lot like this before.

We haven't, Mr Rowan. He's never taken
so much as a teaspoon from Cardoma.

You know how long it takes me to earn
100 quid.

But you didn't give the pictures to this
man in Hull? No.

He tells me I'm to fetch him up here and
meet up with this Taplow bloke, and

he'll give me my brass.

You told me he was a mate from work.

So where is he?

Flaming turned up.

She says he'll be here tomorrow,
definite.

Who does?

Edna, the plumber.

You mean she's part of it?

That's why we had to come up here.

I'm sorry, Eileen.

I've been a right mug.

See, Gina's sorting him out, George.

Oh, he's a good lad, really.

There's a bit of talk down at the pub,
mate.

There's nothing wrong with Michael.

He's been suffering from depression, but
that's been treated now.

Mind you, your Gina's a better tonic
than anything my profession could

prescribe.

It has to turn up for the books, eh?

End the plumber of Ellen.

She got involved with her brother in
how?

What will she be charged for?

And in stolen property.

You fancy going to the dodging, Mr
Jones? Oh, no, no, not with my bill.

an empty stomach. I'm going to get
something to eat. All right, mind the

All right.

I'm driving.

Let me drive.

Hello, Frank.

My flaming business is going down the
drain, thanks to you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

My livelihood has been threatened by
your so -called advice. That's what.

Kate's only doing her job.

Well, I wish she'd go and do it
somewhere else.

I shouldn't worry about him, love.

He's going to have the address. He's
eating

candy,

love.

He doesn't listen to a word I say.

Let somebody else on, love.

Thank you. Thank you.

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