All language subtitles for heartbeat_s05e04_domestic

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

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

Once, once upon a dream, I met her long
ago,

but somehow I can't forget her. I met
her

once upon a dream.

We built a castle where we planned to
live together,

precious.

moment in the land of never.

Pray for the day.

Pray for the morning.

Pray for the spring.

I'm sorry, Mr Rowan. Our Rita can't mind
the baby today.

She's badly.

We had to get a doctor to her last
night.

I'm very sorry.

Well, thanks for letting us know,
gentlemen.

Any sign of Rowan this morning?

On his way, sir.

He's still engaged.

Well, we'd better tip him off.

I'm due over that road anyway. I'll call
in.

of a forest, will you?

By saying what?

Use your low.

Morning. Oh, hello.

I was passing, so I thought I'd just pop
in, see how you were coping.

Hello.

After all, at six weeks old, most men
wouldn't even know where to start.

More needs must, eh?

Quite.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No, I don't think so.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Right.

Well, in that case, I'll leave you to
it.

If there is anything I can do to help,
you know where to find me.

I'm not going to let her think we can't
cope, are we?

All right, I'm coming.

What do you want?

You're a Jehovah's Witness, I'm beyond
redemption, so you can bug off.

Don't be like that, Uncle.

You what?

Don't you recognise me, then?

Well, should I?

It's Norman, Uncle Claude.

Norman?

What? You don't mean little Norman?

Oh, yeah, you shut up. What have you
been standing in?

Last time I saw you, you were numbers
higher than a cricket stump.

Oh, hey, you'd better come in.

Mind you, it's not very tidy.

Mum?

It's me.

Any chance you could come back up and
give me a hand for a couple of weeks?

You can't get any time off?

I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate,
you know that.

Thanks, Mum.

You will bring me back.

It's only me.

Oh, hello, Alf.

Er, is Nibs has been after you for the
past hour?

Well, I've had my eyes full since about
midnight last night.

Well, she'll soon settle down.

Probably when she's about three.

Oh, thanks, Alf.

Rita's been thick.

I'm stuck for a babysitter.

Well, I could watch your phone for you
for an hour. That'll help.

Oh, thanks, Alf.

Hey.

Oh, problem, is it?

Yeah, it doesn't seem to be coming out,
Alf.

Hey.

I want to report an attempted murder.

I've Oscar here.

The man's a raving maniac.

He could have killed him.

Yeah, all right, if you'll just try and
calm down a bit, Mr Dewhurst, we'll take

a few details.

His name's Barker.

Oliver Barker. He lives next door.

And it was an air rifle you used, was
it?

I see checkers like it. We're a two
-two.

Oh, I see.

And he delivered names at the cat, did
he?

I don't know him, Mr. Oscar.

All right, I'll have a word with him.

Oh, all right.

We'll be in touch.

Well,

well, well.

Took a barker.

He's a bit of a headbanger.

Would you fancy a ride out there, then?

I tell you what.

Why don't you leave her with me? I'll
look after her.

You go.

Do you good to get out of the house for
a bit?

Mr Barker?

That's right.

Who's she rowing?

Aidensfield Police.

Do you own a 2 -2 rifle?

Aye.

Do you have a firearm certificate for
it?

Yes. Here, can I see it, please?

So you're not denying that you used the
rifle to take a pot shot at your

neighbour's cat?

Course not.

But nobody were more upset than I were
when I realised it were beefies, Moggy.

I thought it were a rat, you see.

Beefy, sir.

That's my nickname for him.

Little Dewhurst next door.

Beefy. It's good, eh?

I must be honest, you're the first
relative I've had up here in years.

Well, I couldn't be this close and not.
I mean, me dad would have gone ape.

Really? Well, that's a bit surprising,
because the last time I saw him, we went

all sweetness and light, you know. In
fact, we weren't even talking when you

went to Keswick.

Come on, son.

Come on. Come on.

It was me dad who asked us to pop in.

Was it?

Well, if he's told you to ask me for
that money I'm supposed to owe him, you

tell him he's got more chance of being
struck by lightning.

He's not bothered about the money any
more.

Is he?

Ah, what's a couple of hundred quid to
me dad? He's coining it in since he got

into scrap metal.

He's got his own rolls now, you know.

Has he?

How little Cyril Isaiah.

So, the way he sees it, why have a
family rift over a miserable couple of

hundred quid?

Life's too short, right?

Right. Cheers.

I know that, but what brought you up
here in the first place?

I'm a knocker.

A knocker? Well, what sort of stuff are
you selling?

Ladies' lingering, mostly.

What do you mean?

thingies and doodars and watsits.
There's a real good markup on that kind

thing, you know. Aye, not to mention the
fringe benefits, like being able to

meet female ladies of the opposite sex.

That's what attracted me to the job in
the first place, Uncle Claude.

You play a lot of darts, do you?

Not as much as I used to, banned from
the board at my local.

Well, and what for?

They said I was too good, said I was
spoiling it for everybody else.

He has got a certificate for that rifle,
Mr.

Dewhurst. Now, I've warned him and I've
said it was pretty unlikely he'll pull a

stunt like that again.

I saw him deliberately shoot. This did
happen in broad daylight, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Holy!

You don't know Tugger Barker, do you?

You see, Norman, what you don't realise
is that you have got a God -given

talent. Do you think so? I do, that.

And of course, God gives out God -given
talents for them to be exploited, don't

he? For profit, which is where your
Uncle Claude comes in, right?

Right.

It's amazing, you know.

You women make it all look so easy.

You sound like me dad.

He's always saying things like that.

Can you tell me something just about
anything?

Yeah. Well, unless it's something he
just doesn't fancy, like washing up,

all of a sudden he becomes completely
cack -handed.

There's all these chairs at home then,
do they?

And a couple of settees.

Right, are we ready?

Here she goes.

There you go.

Oh, that's better.

Shh.

You had anything to eat yesterday, then?

No, I'm not really hungry.

No, it's all right, thanks.

I don't mind.

Honestly, I'm all right.

Look, you'll have to take more care of
yourself.

You've only three years to see. I know,
I know.

So how are you managing? I don't just
mean with the baby.

Oh, well, live one day at a time.

Because if you can do that...

So that's what we're doing, isn't it?

Taking it one day at a time.

Night breezes seem to whisper, I love
you.

Birds singing in the sycamore tree.

Dream a little dream of me.

Day, nighty, night and kisses. Hi,
Bertha. How's your love life?

Why, what did you have in mind?

Norman's birthday, Miss Air Raid
Shelter, 1944.

Some of you wanted, was there?

Besides the good ideas.

Give him a scotch, give him half a
bitter. Come on, sir.

Now then, Wesley.

Not a bad day off there, Wesley, any day
like mine from a long time ago.

Any time I want 200 star for a five at
Greengrass's, let me know.

Ah, well, I must admit, I'm not the
force I was myself, you know, since my

started to go a bit... That's the excuse
now, is it?

Now, mind you, there's no wrong with my
nephew's eyes, is there, Norman?

He can choke a bit.

Oh, aye.

Right, Norman, you want 60.

And double ten.

And that'll do me.

Who's a pretty boy? Thank you, Wesley.

That'll just cost you a pound.

Double or quits?

I'd like to, but unfortunately we've got
an appointment in Aidensfield.

I want a chance to win me money back in
Greengrass.

Ah, well, if you'd like a proper match,
you know, for, like, decent money.

Ah, decent.

How much can you afford to lose?

All right, Uncle Claude. All right.

You were brilliant.

Stick with me, Norman. You'll finish up
on champagne shanties.

Not like you are, Wesley.

Getting beat by a snotty -nosed kid.

You have to speculate to accumulate,
Bertha. That's a lesson old Claude has

never learned, is it? What?

Never try kidding a kidder.

All right, all right. I'm just coming.
Give me a minute, will you?

are we, Dad?

No.

No, then.

What's all this noise about, eh?

Slayton's twittering on again about why
you haven't turned up yet.

Here you are, you see?

That's all she wanted.

You're an expert when it comes to
babies, aren't you, Dad?

Held it to seven.

What I don't know about Burns isn't
worth knowing.

in that case, he'll be my guest.

Hmm? All right.

Yes.

Yes.

He's a bit warm.

So, Bates is on the warpath, is he?

Yeah. He's been called to division.

What for?

Well, it might be to do with you.

Me? What do you mean?

What did you carry on like?

Oscar! See, we're babies, Nick.

You've either got it or you haven't.

And you've got it, right?

Oh, yeah.

I don't see where.

Well, we'll be good.

Mr Dewhurst, Barker's gone and done it
again.

I played rugby against Barker once.

He's a right mean client.

He'd stomp on you soon as lucky.

Well, why don't you go and have a word
with him, then?

I think you better do it, Nick. You've
been familiar with the case.

Babysitter's sick.

Well,

no sweat.

I'll look after Katie for you.

You sure?

Positive.

She might need changing.

Go on.

Oh,

no.

Listen, you know that report that
Blaketon asked you for this morning?

Well, he's not asking for it now. He's
screaming for it. So if I were you, I'd

get yourself down here and do it,
pronto, before he gets back.

Do it.

Oh, great.

Look, a stupid animal run right in front
of me.

What was I supposed to do?

Swerve and cause an accident?

Well, you could have stopped to see if
it was injured.

Well, it run off, didn't it?

So the way I see it, it couldn't have
been that badly injured.

Well, Mr Dewherd thinks you ran over his
cat deliberately.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

It's besotted with damn thing.

In fact, I don't think it's healthy.

Grown man being like that over a cat.

I mean, a dog, yes.

But a cat?

What's she doing here?

Well, I've just arrested her for
breaking and entering.

Haven't I?

Does Nick know you've got her?

Of course he does. Who do you think left
her with me?

Only he's not back yet, is he?

And I couldn't just leave you, could I?

So what are you planning to do with her
then?

Well, change her for a start.

Not here, you're not.

Well, where then?

Well, find somewhere.

Preferably private.

Come on, Katie.

Here we go.

You got a clean nappy?

How do you know he did it deliberately
if he didn't see anything?

Because I know him. That's how.

Well, it's hardly grounds for
prosecution, Mr Dewhurst.

Well, surely you can do him for failing
to report the accident.

Well, legally, he doesn't have to. With
a dog, yes, but not with a cat.

That's outrageous.

Well, I agree with you, but it's the
law.

So what's he got against this cat of
yours, anyway?

It isn't the cat, officer.

It's me he's getting at.

Not in the paper.

It was messy, wasn't it?

Eh?

Never mind, all done now.

Thank you.

Don't ask.

This goes here.

Oh,

she's a good girl, ain't she?

Maggie. Well, well, well.

If it isn't the man allegedly in charge
of this asylum.

I beg your pardon, madam.

And so you should.

The way this poor child's being packed
about.

I'll be back, Sergeant.

Phil, are you in there?

Oh, hello, Sarge.

Lest you should wonder, Rowan, your
daughter is in good hands.

Where is she?

The hands of Nurse Bolton, when last
spotted.

What's going on?

That's what I would like to know. And
more to the point, what our superior,

Division, would like to know.

That's four weeks I've been covering for
you.

Now, I realise it's difficult.

But you're going to have to make some
permanent arrangement about this baby,

otherwise your entire fitness to remain
on this patch will come into question.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Good.

I'll be off.

I've just found your baby in a cell
attached to Queen Nick.

At least she's safe.

Oh, right as ninepence.

Though heaven knows why, considering the
way she's been passed around the parish

like a... a parcel.

You know, this really can't go on, Nick.

There's just no way a man in your
position can look after a six -week -old

and hold down a full -time job.

So what do you suggest, then, eh?

Well, have you thought about fostering
as a temporary measure?

Yeah, yeah, I've thought about it.

But she happens to be my child and her
place is here with me.

It's hardly realistic for a working
policeman.

Now, look, Mrs Bolton.

I'm sure you mean well, but we've
managed so far and we'll continue to

So however hard it gets, however
inconvenient, she's staying here with

that clear?

And I should hope so, too.

Some sort of little problem, is there?

No, nothing we can't handle.

Not now you're here.

Nice to see you, Mum. Good journey.

Oh, I could murder a cup of tea.

This matches it for money, I hope. It's
against the law.

It's just a bit of fun among the lads.

Oh, all right. Why not?

Why not, my son?

Where's the money going to come from?

I can't put my hands on the kind of dosh
you and Wesley were on about.

It's not your hands who's got to have
to, is it? It's mine.

All your hands are going to worry about
is chucking their marrows in the right

direction, so get practising.

Sweet as a rose.

That's more like it.

I've washed up in better than you get at
King's Cross these days.

I think I've

killed him.

Where's Barker now?

In hospital, Sarge.

As soon as he passed out, Dewhurst
called an ambulance.

He's still breathing, then, is he?

Yeah. He'll have a pretty sore throat
for a few days.

Do we have any idea why this raving
maniac should suddenly want to attack

Something about a woman, he said, Sarge.

Right. I'll have a word.

Well, Mr Dewhurst...

There's obviously much more to you than
meet the eye.

You're not on anything, are you?

Spinach, perhaps?

What about my cat?

I beg your pardon?

He'll need feeding.

You don't seem to realise the
seriousness of your situation here, Mr

The man you've just put into hospital
could have died.

You could be charged with attempted
murder.

But what about my cat?

I'll see he gets fed, Mr Dewhurst.

Now, go round to the hospital and find
out if Barker is in any fit state to

you his side of the story.

Well, may I escort the Boston Strangler
here into the interview room and watch

him? Those tiny hands of his could be
registered lethal weapons.

Erm, this way, Mr Dewhurst.

How are you feeling, Mr Barker?

How do you think?

Will you feel up to giving me a
statement?

He tried to throttle me.

There's nothing I'll do to win when I
get out of here.

Well, that's not something I'd advise,
taking the law into your own hands.

So why did he do it?

How do you mean?

Well, Mr Dewhurst said that you were
dragging someone with name into it.

Who would that be, then?

How should I know?

Well, you'd tell him you did nothing to
provoke this attack.

That's what I'm telling you, yeah.

OK, Mr Barker, we'll leave it there for
now.

I want him charged, you hear?

That was attempted murder, that was.

Yeah, we'll decide about that once our
inquiries are completed, thank you.

No.

No!

Hello.

Sorry, you're... Dorothy Dewhurst.

Colin's wife.

Oh. Well, we're separated, actually.

Haven't been for a few weeks now.

I see.

Is the inman?

In custody.

Custody?

What's he been charged with?

Well, probably causing actual bodily
harm.

No, I just can't believe it. He wouldn't
hurt her flying.

All we've managed to get from him so far
is that Mr Barker shouldn't have

dragged her into it.

Now, who would she be, do you think?

Who?

Oh, I'd better let you know what's been
going on.

Barker moved in next door.

About six months ago, right?

He seemed all right at first.

Friendly enough, anyway.

Well, I don't know.

Perhaps he must have sensed it.

Colin and I were going through a bit of
a bad patch, and all of a sudden, he

always seemed to be dropping in.

Usually when Colin wasn't here.

Would you like to come through?

Colin and I had this mother and father
of a row, and he ended up telling me

if I fancied Barker that much, I should
move in with him.

I ran next door in tears.

He offered me a shoulder.

We had a few drinks, and one thing led
to another, as they say.

You ended up staying the night?

Yeah.

Only it wasn't that much of a night.

Know what I mean?

Yeah, I think so.

Anyway, it was all a bit of a nightmare.

He started making these disparaging
remarks about Colin.

Well, I wasn't having that, though.

I ended up telling him a few home
truths.

Like how Colin was twice the man he was.

And then?

I came back here to try to make it up.

Only Colin showed me the door.

And who can blame him?

So what now?

He wants a divorce.

Me?

I'd be back like a shot if he'd have me.

Now, this line is very popular.

It's a lot of pink, though, isn't it?

It's the in colour this year, pink.

Any message, Gina?

Yeah, just a couple.

I'll look at those later.

There you go.

Excuse me.

I thought

you

said this match was just a bit of funk,
Lord.

Stop worrying, George. You know what
these dark players are like.

Show them aboard, they'll think it's the
World Cup.

You happy with all this, then?

A little bit, I suppose.

Is that for something, that one?

Aye, but what, though?

That's for a $65 ,000 quest, isn't it?

I can't tell you how pleased I was to
see you walk through that door, ma 'am.

Well, just as long as you realise the
arrangement's strictly temporary.

How long can you stay?

A couple of weeks, I expect.

I mean, after all, I've got a living to
earn.

Besides, I've already devoted the best
years of my life to bringing you up, so

there's no way I'm going in for an
action replay, especially up here.

You never know, Mum.

You might get to like it.

Empty fields, Nick, are best seen
through railway carriage windows.

Of course, if you was to move back to
London, well, things would be different,

wouldn't they? I don't want to move back
to London.

Think of the advantages, though, love.

I mean, for starters, there'd be plenty
of family happy to help out.

Why you ever came up here in the first
place, I'll never know.

Mum, Kate and I were happy here.

Yeah, well, that was before.

But it's not just yourself you've got to
think about now, is it, love?

Shop!

Hello, Phil.

Come and have a cup of tea?

I ain't got time, mate.

So what happened with Mr Dewhurst then?

Charged under Section 20 and released on
bail in view of the fact that Barker's

life wasn't exactly hanging by a thread.

How are you, Mrs Rowan?

Oh, overworked, underpaid.

You as well, eh?

So you, Nick, have until exactly seven o
'clock to get your glad rags on.

Why, what's happening at seven o 'clock?

You're coming out with me, I know, for a
pint or two.

Ah, thanks, Phil, but I don't think so.

You call for him, all right? He'll be
ready. No, I won't, Mum.

Go force yourself, cos sooner or later
you're going to have to, aren't you?

Mum. Could you just excuse us for a
minute?

Yes, you... Nicky.

You're not the first to lose your other
half, you know.

When I got the news your dead ship had
gone down, I just kept hoping he'd...

come back.

That he'd walk in one day and say, get
up there and stay, Ruby.

Then, when it finally got through to me
that he wouldn't come back,

I just went zombie.

Till my mates come round and said, come
on then, Rube.

You're coming out with us.

Because you don't really believe this is
what he would have wanted.

Sitting here, moping your life away.

And they were right, weren't they?

Because life goes on, Nicky, doesn't it?

Does it? It has to.

So, are you going to get up them stairs?

And wash your face, or do I have to wash
it for you?

Seven o 'clock, right?

Right.

Thanks, Bill.

Just following orders.

Whose orders?

Last thing that Kate said to me.

What did Kate say?

Just keep an eye on you.

Seven o 'clock, right?

You'd be able to manage on your own.

What would I know about babies, eh?

Sheltered life I've led.

Where's my cat?

Your wife's got him.

What's she doing with him?

Well, she didn't know whether you were
going to be kept in overnight or not.

Oh.

I see.

Here, before you go... It was something
that Barker said about Dorothy, wasn't

it, that started all this?

I was in the garden.

He started bragging about what a treat
it must have been for her to have a real

man for a change.

That's what he said, was it?

Well, that's not the way I heard it.

How?

All right, Wesley.

So it's 301 up, best of 11 leagues, 350
quid agreed.

You're on.

What's the game then, Claude?

301 up, best of 11.

You know what I mean. No gambling, we
said.

Yeah, I know that, but I'm afraid it's
caught the imagination of the public.

Well, I want it calling off now.

Ah, well, you'd better call it off,
then, because I ain't going to.

Oh, no, that's all we need.

Well, well, well, well.

Right, Alf, do you want to get that
purse out of yours?

Give the moths their annual treat?

Mine's a pint.

Bit of a money match on, is there,
George?

No, just a bit of fun, really.

Thanks.

Anybody we can have a bet on with.

Colin, I'm sorry about what happened.

I'm not.

I'm only sorry I didn't break his neck.

It wasn't that I meant.

Relax, will you?

I promise to take her back a couple of
bottles.

Who, the baby?

Me mum.

Well, it's your round next, so I want
you back here in five minutes, OK?

We'll come looking for you. Excuse me,
could we have a bit of quiet? We happen

to have a match going on here.

All right, Wesley, you want 40?

All right.

That's five games all.

Final and deciding leg.

Here you go, man.

Bye,

Nicky.

Come on, Norman, you want 71?

It's double 16.

Can we have a bit of quiet, please? Come
on, Norman, this is for the money.

Sorry,

Uncle Claude.

Wesley, 100.

Hang on a minute. I'm not sure that
first one's in.

All right, all right.

Go on, 50.

Come on.

Never mind, eh?

Count with them all.

Wesley.

Our arrangement.

A 50 -50 split if I throw the game.

Arrangement? What arrangement was that,
lad?

Come on, lad, you're doing it again.

Hey, hey, come on, lad, all right? Hard
luck.

You all right?

Are you all right?

What do you think? Right,

let's just review the facts, shall we?

An illicit darts match, where bets were
being laid, and where three of

Ashfordly's finest were also present.

Namely, you lot.

As a result of which, we're unable to do
a thing about it, being what you might

call well and truly compromised.

Only following your advice, Sarge.

My advice, Ventress?

That we should take Nick here out for a
quiet pint.

Oh, I see.

So when we realised what was happening,
we just thought we'd lie low for a bit.

Then perhaps... So that was the plan,
was it?

Well, at least we were on the spot when
the trouble started.

All right, you three.

Just get out.

Oh, Mr Barker. I'm glad I caught you.

Oh? I just wanted to confirm that you
still wish to proceed with the case.

Oh, and the bot chucking at a little
swine, that's what I want.

Oh, fair enough.

Just so long as you realise what it'll
look like when the papers get hold of

What papers?

Well, just think what a mill they're
going to make of it.

Sevenstone, Wheatclin, putting someone
like you in hospital.

Then there's the steamy bit.

You and Mrs Dewhurst.

What about Mrs Dewhurst?

Well, that's what all this has been
about, isn't it?

Your resentment at the way she put you
down?

How was it she put it again?

You didn't exactly turn out to be like
Errol Flynn on the night.

But that's a lie!

I'll believe you, Mr Barker.

But will the readers of the news of the
world?

Now, why would Barker suddenly want the
charges dropped?

Oh, I don't know, Clive.

Still, if nothing else, it faces a load
of paperwork, eh?

Well, in that case, you best get
yourself round to Dewhurst and break the

news. And when you do, you can tell him
from me the next time he's thinking of

throttling anybody to think again.

Right, son.

Oh, Sarge, I'm a bit lumbered this
afternoon. Mum's gone to have her hair

Excuse me, Sarge.

I'll look after her for long. Haven't
you been courting him? All right, mate.

There we go. Come here, darling.

Hey.

Hey.

What's that noise?

There you go.

It won't be long.

Thanks, Sarge.

Mr. Greengrass would like to have a
word, Sarge.

Don't say a word, Greengrass.

Not one word.

Ventress.

What do

you want?

Well, I want to know what's happening to
all that money you all got impounded

last night.

Well, we decided to hang on to that for
a bit, Greengrass, until somebody comes

forward to claim it.

Mind you, whoever does, they'll be
facing at least half a dozen offences,

including aiding and abetting gambling
on licensed premises.

I say, that's your crack of this.

Why, you weren't thinking of claiming
it, were you, Greengrass?

No, just curious, I know.

Only, what if nobody claims it?

Well, then we give it to some suitable
police charity, won't we?

Say, the Widows and Orphans Fund.

A certain poetic justice in that.

Wouldn't you say so, Greengrass?

And pick up that scabby nephew of yours,
too, on the way out.

No, I'll tell you, ladies, like.

I suppose blood's thicker than water.

Right. In fact, I'm going to give you
something I used to give your dad when

were a lad.

Oh, aye.

Oh.

God! A lunatic.

Is that it, then?

Yeah, if there's any trouble in the
future, just leave it to us to sort out,

right? Right.

And thanks again.

Thanks for the call.

Right, I'll leave you to it then.

Dreams can come true, darling.

That's what they say.

Prove that you're real and it's my

lucky day.

Once, once upon a dream, I met her.
Never,

never.

Shall I take you for a bit?

No, it's all right, Mum.

I wasn't sleeping anyway.

Was I?

Yes, you were.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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