All language subtitles for heartbeat_s05e07_sophie_s_choice

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

Heartbeat, what does a love chip say in
my memory?

Right. I want at least an hour's
practice from you lot tonight.

Particularly the trombone, Kevin.

Me dad said it was the chickens off
laying.

I'm not surprised.

Another rehearsal tomorrow night, lads,
all right?

Yes, sir.

Bye, sir.

Sophie?

There's no time to lose. I heard her
say.

Aidenfield Police.

I'll just get him.

One of the great train robbers is still
on the run, you know.

If you've got a spare half hour.

Sorry? PC Rowan.

Nick, it's Barry Jackson.

Lunatic! You're gonna kill my dog!

Puncture. Just give us a bit of room,
can you, Kevin?

Anyone hurt?

Well, the boy's got out of the way
before the crash.

And Sophie?

No injuries, as far as I can see.

All right, come on, keep back. There's
nothing to see.

Sophie!

It's OK, Barry. She'll mend.

Oh, Sophie.

Hey!

Hey, I want a word.

She must be tired of living a summit.

On your way, Claude. What do you mean? I
was on the way before she knocked me in

the flaming ditch. I'm nearly an old
-age pensioner, you know. Look, try and

a bit charitable, will you? Charity
begins at home, and that's where she

to be.

Locked in one.

Lunatic.

Is Mrs Jackson all right, sir?

She will be.

Thanks, Kevin.

Onward, Christian soldiers. It's going
to sound even worse now.

It's still hanging around, then?

It's about to hang, isn't it? Not
pigeons.

It's a flaming nuisance, just like its
owner.

I'll pay for any damage.

If anyone's been hurt, I'll make full
restitution.

I should have hidden the car keys. I
usually do. You know that, Nick.

It's just... She's been so good lately.

Never mind poor Sophie.

That woman's committed at least six
traffic offences in as many miles.

Well, she won't commit any more, Sarge.
She's reduced the Aidensfield bus

shelter to a pile of rubble.

Mr Jackson won't let her drive again.
And she only just missed decimating the

entire Aidensfield Primary School brass
band.

Well, no -one's been hurt, Sarge. Well,
only one person, slightly.

These are very serious offences.

And I've been no good reason to ignore
him.

So, uh, who was the person who was
injured anyway?

Oh, uh, Greengrass.

Greengrass, eh?

Yeah, he sprained his ankle when she
pushed him into that ditch.

Bet he wasn't happy about that.

Nah, he was up in mad.

Point made, Rowan.

Yeah, we've got a couple of rooms free.

Right. Make a case of it, Claude. Make a
case of it. Listen to me. So what has

he done?

A little holiday?

I'll pay in advance, all right.

Some race or something.

You're going to have a bit of sympathy
for her. It's all right for you to talk

to her. I mean, Anna's forgiven as the
next man, but apart from all the other

mayhem, she's knocked me flying, nearly
killed the flaming dog.

She don't want forgiving, she wants
locking up.

Henry Road, now that you have walked
through the valley of the shadow of

and made it here, would you mind taking
that back with you?

You are.

Isn't it yours?

It certainly is not.

We'll get one of your mates to collect
it, then.

I've told you, I've checked. It doesn't
belong to one of our members. It's a

stray. What am I advised? She'll wring
its neck.

You will not wring that little babe's
neck.

Why, do you want to do it?

Vicky.

There's to be no official action taken
against Sophie.

I should think not, too.

Sergeant Blayton has asked me to have a
word with you.

Oh, the car.

Like I said, I have tried to be careful.

Well, you really mustn't let her drive,
Barry.

Yes, I know.

When sober gets like this, she can be
quite dangerous.

Order her voices.

Hello, Nick. How are you?

Fine, thanks.

Oh, and Maggie.

Hello. What's this?

A deputation?

The school concert, Sophie.

Maggie and Nick have offered to sell
some tickets for me.

She's as fit as a flea.

Her problem's in her head, where we
can't reach it.

So is there nothing that can be done for
her?

Oh, I didn't say that.

She could be committed to an
institution.

What, a mental asylum?

Maybe the psychiatric wing of a
hospital.

Well, either one will be over Barry's
dead body.

The band are going great guns.

Stacey Robinson is singing like an
angel.

What's wrong with me, Barry?

What happens to me?

What do I do?

When I'm not like this?

When I'm...

It's

a bit like...

Waking up and remembering bits of a
dream.

It isn't a dream I'm remembering, is it?

I've been awake all the time.

You'll be all right, Sophie.

I'll make sure you are.

No, I won't.

Neither will you.

You're the real victim, Barry.

Sorry, love.

There's no need.

Throw it, my little feathered friend.

Up there is the wire blue yonder, your
home.

So shove off into it.

Throw it!

Alan Malloy, as in China and gift shop.

Yeah, I know Alan Malloy, Sarge.

He's been yelling the odds at me for the
past 20 minutes about some shoplifter

who's added away with a rather nice
selection of his stock.

And he wants me down there so he can
give us a full description.

Now, I have a lot of respect for Mr
Malloy, but I have even more respect for

eardrums.

So I want you to go instead.

All right, Sarge.

I couldn't care less about the dues you
say I got.

Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for dropping
my load.

A pie in the face for being a sleepy
boatload.

One salt cellar, one silver knife.

One platinum teaspoon, a whole tree of
cake forks. Right, Mr Molloy. Two

stainless steel napkin rings.

Actually, I got a bit lost after the
salt cellar, sir. And the sheer bare

cheek of it.

Just waltzed around, putting that little
lot in a basket.

Well, it's that sort of stuff for a
shoplifter to take. I was so staggered,

just stood there watching.

Well, could you give me a description,
please, sir?

I've been trying to, haven't I?

One salt cellar. Of the shoplifter, Mr
Molloy. She looked such a respectable

woman and all.

Say, pass her in the street, you'd take
her for a doctor or something.

Certainly not a cool customer like this.

Right, that's it.

What? That pigeon is going in a pie.

Uncle George, will you listen to me? If
it was Jacob's first family, it might as

well be my stomach.

I'm gone. What time did you let it go?

About two o 'clock. Why?

Because he was back here by ten past.
So? So that's fine.

Who do you know?

Because I'm the poor so -and -so
fetching and carrying drinks on club

night. I'm the one who has to listen to
Greengrass and for me to rub it on about

how quick the birds are. And I'm telling
you, that's supersonic.

So what?

Social call?

No, not exactly.

There's been a bit of trouble over in
Ashfordly.

Sophie hasn't been outside the house all
day.

Have you been here all the time?

No, I've been teaching.

Well, let's talk inside, shall we?

Vicky?

Vicky, are you all right?

She's OK.

She doesn't sound OK.

I fed.

She's fine.

She had one of her bad nights last
night.

I left her in the chair when I went to
school.

Yeah, well, that was over six hours ago.

But I popped back at lunchtime and she
was still there.

The description Mr Malloy's given me
fits Sophie to a T. I'm telling you, she

hasn't left that chair all day.

I'm not saying she'd have stolen
anything intentionally.

The kind of things that went missing
aren't the usual kind of things a

shoplifter would take.

There was a salt cellar, a couple of
napkin rings, some cake forks. A

a silver knife.

They're in the drawer, Barry.

Where you put them when I showed them to
you.

Right then.

Now you fly on home, you little... You
teach us as quick as you can.

She's not a criminal, Sarge.

Try telling that to Mr Malloy.

I've had a word with him. Told him what
Maggie Bolton said. It's a memory thing,

you see. In other words, she's not quite
right in the head. And you can't

prosecute people for that.

No, you can't.

Otherwise, the court will be full to
overflowing.

With Ventress and Greengrass, top of the
list.

It won't happen again, Sarge.

Clairvoyant, are we now, Constable?

Mr Jackson's fixed up a rota.

People do the carpet photo while he's at
the school.

And you're confident this list of do
-gooders will do the trick, are you?

Well, it should do, Sarge.

Kate's Auntie Eileen's at the top of it.

Sophie.

A tissue,

a tissue.

We all fall down.

Ring -a -ring -a -ring. Hello, Sophie.

It's Barry, Sophie.

Ring -a -ring -a -ring.

A pocket full of hoses.

A tissue.

A tissue.

It's as if she's trying to remember.

Yeah.

That's a good sign, isn't it?

Is it?

What'll it do to her if she does?

Come on, Sophie.

You go through.

We'll be with you in a minute.

I took away the paper.

I saw it in school. I was hoping you
would.

Everything all right?

Fine.

I'll put the kettle on then, shall I?
Actually, I just assumed myself and

were left alone.

I'm sorry, Eileen.

It's just done.

She scares people, Eileen.

I know the crash was unfortunate, but
this is diabolical.

It's not just the crash.

People shy away from her in the street.

That's just ignorance.

She scares me too sometimes.

But I can't do it.

I can't have her put away.

You don't have to.

I'll show this to Nick. He'll soon nip
it in the bud.

Do you still want the upstairs room for
the pigeon club tomorrow night, Claude?

Of course we do.

It'll be great for the day after.

Your mate was in earlier.

New little Johnny.

Rehearsed him with a real chance.

Really? I was saying as how Isburg got
from Mashfordly Rise to Aidensfield in

minutes. Oh.

What did it do? Stop for its tea on the
way?

Well, isn't that fast?

Fast? That firefly of mine can do that
trip in 12 minutes dead consistently.

So he has got no chance.

So what did Speedy Gonzales do with him?

Just under ten.

There's no one there, Sophie.

A young man.

Sophie.

Like you.

But younger.

Handsome.

Is there a young woman there too,
Sophie?

A beautiful young woman.

No.

No.

It's a fish.

That's a summons. Tell them you'll not
see me.

It's an anonymous letter, Chloe. Is it?

Who's it from?

Hey, it's serious.

Sent to Mr Jackson about his wife.

It's as much a blame as you was playing
the other day about how she should be

locked up.

Well, that's a bit slow, isn't it?

I hope you're not doing a Blaketon and
accusing me of writing this.

No.

Good.

Not even Greengrass would sink that low.

I wouldn't have thought he could time.

I told you, Vicky. Put her out of your
mind.

But I miss her. Vicky.

I miss Mum.

Will you stop going on about your
mother?

Ta.

Now then, George.

Her little bird's just told me you're
being allowed to enter that stray of

for the big race.

Your little bird heard right.

I don't know why you're bothering.

You know nothing about pigeon racing.

Well, what do you need to know? You just
let them go and they fly home.

You've got to be joking.

It takes years of breeding and training
to get a champion like that one of mine.

Seems simple enough to me, and it's a
nice little packet for the winner.

You don't honestly think that bit of
scrag and bone of yours is going to win

out, do you? I've got ten, Bob says he
does.

Why don't we go raving mad and make it a
pound?

Why don't we go barmy and make it a
fiver?

Done.

And you are going to be.

He fell for it hook, line and sinker. I
could pick up a right little bundle off

this rest.

There's no address.

What? For Mr Brown and Vicky. He hasn't
left an address.

Well, he paid in advance, didn't he?
What's the problem?

Well, I've seen him and the little girl
around.

I've never actually spoken to them,
though. He's not exactly the talk of the

type. He's good as a bit my head off
when I've tried to talk to him. Well,

that's not a crime, Eileen.

And he never left Vicky out of his
sight.

And neither is that.

Kidnapping is, though.

You what?

Vicky was talking to him before about
her mum, how she wanted to see her.

He more or less told her to forget all
about her. She was upset about something

the other day, too.

Hold on, hold on.

So you've overheard snatches of this
bloke's conversation and already he's

public enemy number one?

Something's not right, Nick.

All right. Have you got his full name?

No address, though.

That's another thing.

He didn't give one.

Well, I'll have to check it against the
police records tomorrow.

I didn't know you were on duty tonight.

Well, that's unofficial.

Maggie's going to ask around on her
calls to see if she can find any likely

faces for this hate campaign against
Sophie.

Wouldn't do for a patient to know she
got to the village bobby.

Wouldn't do for folk to see the village
bobby going in and out of a married

woman's flat either.

I'm sorry?

I'm only saying people may talk.

Yeah, well, only some people.

people, mate.

One minute normal for the next.

Yeah, I'd heard that kind of muttering.
Oh, I've heard more than that from some.

Quite a few people who'd prefer it if
she was out of harm's way somewhere.

But I've not met anyone who agreed with
these letters.

Letters?

Another one came this morning.

Oh, at least we can forget about it this
evening.

I've gone to the school concert.

Was Sophie as well?

Mm, I had a good taste today. She was
really looking forward to it.

Look, I've got a few more calls to make,
but I could see you in the pub later

on.

I don't think we get much chance of a
quiet chat tonight.

They're plotting tomorrow's pigeon race.

Oh, yeah, George has entered Gonzales
for it.

Oh, well, Claude reckons it doesn't
stand a snowball.

Claude reckons he does, and he's put his
money where his mouth is.

Has Claude opened a book?

Er, no, George, actually. Bet you didn't
hear that from me.

Oh, it's only a bit of fun, Nick.

It's also illegal.

As I'm sure Constable Ventress has been
telling you.

Well, I reckon that's nipped it in the
bud.

I'm grateful for your help, Malf. Any
time.

Good odds, were they? I should say so.

Nick?

Hello, 5 Brigade?

Yeah, it's in Aidensfield High Street.

Right, come on, everybody right back,
right to the other side of the road.

on.

Sophie! I thought Sophie was with you.

She was asleep.

I left her in bed.

Stay there.

Steve!

Sophie! You can't go in there, Barry.

Is there anyone in there?

My wife!

Up there in bed.

Move back, sir.

Here you go. Now back.

I don't want any heroes.

Why did I leave her alone?

Come on, Barry.

Well, they found a body in the upstairs
bedroom.

I'm very sorry, Mr Jackson.

I won't.

Well, they found the seat of the fire at
the front door.

I thought Sophie was upstairs.

She was.

The fire boys will have to do some more
tests.

But this could be arson.

May the best bird win.

Don't worry, it will.

Yes?

Any news from the fire officer, Josh?

I'm still waiting on his report.

But I want all our efforts concentrated
on this one.

Because if it is arson... Then it's also
murder.

Exactly.

Well, it is possible that the arsonist
thought Sophie would be at the concert.

Still murder.

Yes?

Can I have a word with B .C. Rawton,
Sarge?

Is it to do with the fire?

No. Then get out!

Right.

Not much.

It'll show folk are thinking of him. You
never know how he is.

Uh -huh.

lovely, isn't she? She's like a little
doll.

Is she like the dolls you've got at
home, Vicky?

Where is home, Vicky?

He says I'm not to talk about it.

There's nothing wrong with talking about
home.

He doesn't want anybody to find out.

Find out what?

Where you are.

Who mustn't find out, Vicky?

Your mum.

What's going on?

We're just talking. Yeah, well,
talking's over. Come on, Vicky. Bye.

I said come on!

I ran that check for you, Malcolm Brown.

Oh, did you find anything?

Not a sausage.

I thought Gina was overreacting.

Then this came in.

It's an alert for a man who disappeared
with his 11 -year -old daughter.

Not where the description fits.

What did...

Jackie Slater, I suppose, would have
done that. Well, he absconded from

Pentonville Jail about two weeks ago.

He's been on the run ever since.

This game convict?

Well, it could be so.

On our patch?

Yeah, he's staying at the Aidensfield
Arms.

Well, why didn't you say so before,
Ventus?

I thought you were staying till the
weekend.

We were.

Until people started poking their noses
into what don't concern them.

Hey, you feel down?

That bloke and his daughter you've got
standing there, Gina.

Mr Brown and Vicky?

They've just gone.

Excuse me.

Yeah? There's a Maroon Zepper pass
through this way. Yeah, we'll load that.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control.

Go ahead, mate.

Suspect Jackie Slater and his daughter,
Al. They're taking the Whitley Road.

Alpha 2 -1, I'm at the Whitley
Crossroads and he's just passed me on

towards Ashfordly.

So he gave you no home address and he
paid you in advance?

We don't know where he's gone.

Hang on.

What? No, it's only a sparrow.

Are you all right, George?

But if Mr Brown is this escaped
prisoner, then why did he go off with

him? I'd have thought having a little
girl in tow would have slowed him down.

Useful, though, if he got caught.

So we can use her as some sort of
hostage, you mean?

Exactly.

Dad! It's all right.

Dad! I said it's all right!

We're about a quarter of a mile from the
crossroads now, Al.

Any news?

No sign of him yet.

I meant about Vicky.

Oh, no.

Anyway, too early for Gonzalez.

He'll have to wait at least another half
an hour.

Just so long as Greengrass has to wait
longer.

Here, come here. Come here, son.

Malcolm Brown.

Or should we call you Jackie Slater?

Of 14, Francis Terrace, Doncaster.

There's no point keeping quiet.

Officers are on the way to your house
right now to contact your wife.

She'll identify you for us.

They'll have a job.

walking back from the shop a month ago.

And this car came from nowhere.

They took her to hospital.

But...

Well,

I got compassionate, of course.

They sought home to attend the funeral
and sought out the arrangements for

Vicky.

But at the end of two days, I just
couldn't go back.

I'd never been the best of fathers.

I was away more than at home.

And now, just when Vicky needed me most,
I was going away again.

So you just took off with your daughter?

She'd have been 16 years old when I got
out.

She's going to be a bit older than that
now.

That's an easy story to listen to.

No, I think even Blaketon felt sorry for
him.

No, I meant for you.

What happened to her?

Well, I'm contacting the family, trying
to sort something out.

In the meantime, she can stay here.

How's Barry bearing up?

Just keeps on talking about Sophie all
the time.

He was telling me this morning how they
first met.

It seems she was a secretary in a firm
over in Whitby, and he was a student at

the college there.

He needed somebody to type up his
thesis, so he put an advert in the local

paper. She saw it, and that was that.

Love at first sight, all courtesy of a
bit of overtime.

Nick?

The report's just come through, and
according to the boffins, the fire was

started with rags and petrol.

So it's not an accident, then?

Fire started with rags and petrol and
never accidental.

Right, let's take a look inside.

Yes.

We're closed, Claude.

Run over, George.

Now, George.

Has your bird shown up yet?

It must have run into some sort of
problem because I'm telling you, Claude,

bird is fast.

It certainly is. It got back in under an
hour. Here.

Hey, Gonzales.

The only trouble is, it came back to my
loft instead of yours.

So what happened?

Did it lose its sense of direction or
what?

It's a stray. I told you, you can't
trust strays.

What happened to yours?

It got back ten minutes after yours.

So I won the bet?

No, because it came back to the wrong
loft.

But it still beat Firefly.

It makes no difference.

So what you're saying is we've all lost?

Not necessarily.

Eh?

Your Uncle Claude might just have an
idea.

Sergeant Blaketon called earlier to tell
me the news.

I still can't believe it was murder.

Not intentional, anyway.

Whoever did this must have thought that
Sophie was with me.

Which makes these important evidence.

The anonymous letters.

It was a fair bet that whoever wrote
them also started the fire.

Yes. Well, before we parted on to
Whitby, can you just confirm that these

the letters you received?

Yes. Yes, they are.

Well, actually, they're not.

I've just typed these on your wife's
typewriter.

You sent the letters, didn't you, Barry?

You painted those words on the wall.

You started the fire.

You killed your wife.

Please, Barry.

For pity's sake.

It's the only way.

It's in human.

I can't live like this, Barry.

I need your help.

She had pre -senile dementia.

I read up on how long she might have.

It could have been 40 years.

Wasting away.

Ending her days in some home.

I suffocated her.

In her sleep.

Before the school concert.

It slipped out.

The infants were singing.

And I started the fire.

He's not the likeliest of criminals, is
he?

I wouldn't exactly call him a criminal,
Sarge.

What he did, Rowan, was murder.

In the eyes of the law.

Which we uphold.

It's evil.

Yeah, maybe.

There's no maybe about it, Nick.

It was cold -blooded murder.

Sophie was never going to get better,
you know, Gina.

Oh, so what Barry did was right.

Nick isn't saying that.

It's complicated.

That night's the fire.

Me and Uncle George never slept.

We just couldn't stop thinking about
poor old Barry.

We'd have felt a bit different, Nick, if
we'd known it was down to him all

along. You're talking like he's some
sort of monster.

Well, isn't he?

He did love Sophie, you know.

Oh, so you showed someone you loved them
to by holding a pillow over their head?

She was ill, Gina. There's no cure.

So is that what you would have done if
Kate would have lasted any longer?

Why am I so sorry?

I didn't mean it like that.

Maggie, one of Vicky's aunts is going to
pick her up tomorrow.

She's only young, Nick.

Eleven.

I mean Gina.

She's not that much younger than me.

You've lived rather more, especially
these last few months.

You think she's right, then?

How do you mean?

Well, half of me can see why I did it.

I don't suppose anyone can know unless
they've been in the same situation

themselves.

So what do you think about Barry?

I think you're probably right, Nick.

It's complicated.

And we're in no position to judge.

It's not going to be easy living with
someone she hardly knows.

Better than life on the run.

The word in Whitby is there may not be
too hard on her father.

Yeah, but she'll still be a young woman
by the time he comes out.

So we're going to miss our bit, of
course.

It's a tempting prospect.

It certainly is.

Just think of the offspring.

If Firefly's only the instinct and
Gonzales' turn of speed, we could have a

right champion on our answer.

What if it turns out the other way?

What do you mean?

What if it has Gonzales' only instinct
and Firefly's speed?

Do you coppers always see the worst side
of everything?

No, not always.

When my baby kisses me

Heartbeat,

what does a love kiss say in my memory?