All language subtitles for heartbeat_s05e12_unfinished_business

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

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

I know it's small, but it's what she's
always wanted.

Now, this is the sitting room.

Sliding doors into the garden.

Very posh.

I'll be doing all the carpentry myself,
of course.

I'd best get back to work, Alf.

Aye, and me.

As soon as these subcontractors arrive.

They've got all this modern machinery.

Going to do the cesspit in a day.

One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy,

memories are made of this.

Don't forget the small moonbeam.

Hold it lightly with a dream.

Your lip and mine.

Two sips of wine.

Well, now.

Now, I thought you were supposed to be
at home in bed with measles.

I'm better now, Mr Hutton. Well, I'm
glad to hear it.

Does your mother know you're here?

Oh, I thought so.

Well, you'd better get home then, hadn't
you? I mean, you don't want to wallop

him, do you?

Hold on.

All right.

Hand in, all you can grab.

Aye, that hand gets bigger every day,
doesn't it?

Right, in your pocket and off you go.

But I'll tell you what.

I think you'd better come and help me in
the shed tonight.

I'm planning to take up the track and do
a whole new layout.

I can't do a thing without me top
engineer, can I?

Off you go, then.

Hello,

Colin.

Right then, Fred.

Both of us together, one each engine,
steady as a go.

Tried to shift it, couldn't even lift
it. We was getting nowhere, and so we

a cup of tea and right head quick. Give
a cup jolly, up cup jolly, from the

floor below.

After straining, heaving and
complaining, we was getting nowhere,

had a cup of tea. Charlie had a drink
and he thought we ought to take off all

the handles.

And the things were all the tangles. But
he didn't know good, well, I never

thought he would. All right, let's race.

After dinner in the office.

Colin's been down, hasn't he?

Andy came round the house, first thing.

It's a nuisance.

Alexandra, answering the door a few
times is not going to kill you, is it?

Ah, morning, Mr Rowan.

Mr Hutton?

Maddles Kirk Station had a break -in
last night.

A departure board and a lamp this time.

I heard.

Yeah, we don't want Aidensfield to be
next on the list.

It won't be.

All them thefts are up to the branch
line.

The one that Mr Beechin and his clever
dicks is going to shut down.

Yeah, it's a shame. Not a shame, Mr
Rowan. An act of pure, unmitigated

Yeah, well, if you keep your eyes open,
I'll make sure you look up at night.

Ah, right -o.

Here she comes.

Dead on time.

Tell you what, Mr. Rowan, maybe Dr.
Beaton licked that stuff from the other

line.

Mother! You.

Morning.

I

don't

know, Maggie.

The other two down with measles, the
head off sick, and this one disappearing

when he should be eating his breakfast.

High time you were back at school, young
man. Oh, no, it's a quarter to nine.

Go on, Joy, I'll see to it. Of course,
thanks, Rita. Good luck with the perm.

Come on.

Hey, what's up with you, Colin? You
don't want to miss sports day, do you?

don't remind me.

Back into bed and keep those curtains
closed.

Nurse is coming up.

Come, this bloke in a bowler, which he
lifted and scratched his head.

Whoa! He looked down at the old, old,
demented soul and he said... Do you mind

if I make a suggestion?

You! Be careful!

Why don't you go and direct some
traffic?

Hello, Joy.

I'm on my own, Eileen.

The head would be off on sports day.

Come on, just tell me what to do.

Katie can help.

Hello,

Eileen. Katie.

Are you watching the boys racing?

She's going to help hold the finishing
tape.

Think I've hit some foundations.

Used to be a pig farm before the war,
you know.

Get up in there and lift the bucket up.
See what's happening.

Hey!

Hey!

David!

David? Quick.

Hit me up before he gets off.

What is it, Mr. Greengrass?

It's a flaming bomb.

Go and get help.

Go on. Get out of it. Go on. Go on.

Ashfordly Police.

A bomb.

In a cesspit.

And Claude Greengrass is trapped on top
of it.

Pull the other one.

Hello?

Hello?

No!

No!

Stop!

Stop it, quick!

Mr Greengrass is stuck on the bomb!

Leave it alone, son.

Look, go on home. There's a good boy.

Alfred, Alfred.

Alfred, go home.

Get him up before he starts this thing
off.

Has that been moved, Claude?

Yes!

Well, don't just go... Hey!

Hey! Just leave it alone, will you?

Get the Royal Engineers on the line,
Phil.

Nick!

What's happening?

Mr Greengrass is going to die!

Unexploded bomb.

If they don't hurry up, it'll go off.

Keep calm, Claude.

It's probably a false alarm.

I've got to get out.

They won't be here for at least an hour,
Nick.

So what am I going to do with
Greengrass?

Well, he's got to keep absolutely still
and you've got to clear everybody back

100 yards.

All right.

Thanks, Phil.

Right, now we've got to clear the
immediate area while we wait for the

Can you stay with him so he doesn't
move?

I can try.

I'll be back as soon as I've cleared
these houses.

I've got to get out!

Claude Jeremiah Greengrassley, stop
being such a baby.

Keep still.

People tell me there ain't no use in
pride.

Now, my girl, you're so young and
pretty.

And one thing I know is true.

We need to move everybody back to the
end of the road.

What do you mean, to pay me?

Well, there's two kids upstairs with me,
you told.

This is serious. There's a bomb.

It's not what you think, Mr. Rowan.

And it's not what he thinks either.

Leave the bomb out the back of your
garden, Sandra.

We need you back to make the house
immediately.

The bomb?

I've never felt such a thrill in all of
my life. Well, if I can't put the new

slider on in 20 minutes, it'll be
ruined.

Oh, dear.

Those kids are up there.

All right, I'll go for them.

It weren't my fault, Mr. Rowan. The
digger brought, don't it?

Yeah, all right, David.

Be quiet.

What?

I think it's ticking.

No, it's not.

How long are they going to be?

About half an hour.

Claude, even if this is a bomb... What
do you mean? Of course it's a flaming

bomb! It's been here for 20 years
without going off.

What makes you think it's going to go
off now?

Well, that's how they are, isn't it?

One won't top up on the moors and kill
three sheep.

All they found was some bits of wool and
a foot.

By heck, Lord, you are in a pickle.

We're supposed to be keeping this area
clear.

And we're wondering about sandbags.

George. We always use sandbags in the
Home Guard.

Why don't you make yourself useful and
take Alfred and this one somewhere safe?

How about sounding the sirens?

I used to be air raid warden, you know.

I knew you couldn't be trusted.

First right, sir.

I've never seen anything like this.

I'm going to get him off, but the whole
thing's shifting.

Well, there's nothing here, sir.

It was definitely moved.

Yeah.

Right, gentlemen.

It's a bomb, I'm afraid, and a big one,
too.

500 kilograms.

It's not ticking yet, but that's not to
say that it won't start.

So our immediate priority is to get our
friend here off so that we can start

work on it.

Contact base and tell them we need the
crash crew.

And if your lot can handle the civilian
evacuation... Yeah, we've already moved

everyone back 100 yards.

And it'd be 1 ,000 yards minimum with a
bomb this size.

Well, that's the whole village.

Afraid so.

There's enough explosive in there to
blow the whole place to smithereens.

Katie and all the kids are up on the
sports field. Come on, clear off.

Hey, don't you leave me.

It's all right, Claude.

I'm going to stay with you.

That's all I need.

I've been in some holes all my time.

At least it takes the biscuit.

Do I one of them up?

Where's Nick?

Nick, what can I do? We've got to
evacuate the village.

Well, the whole village. From the
railway station up to Blacksmith's

Everyone within a thousand yards of this
bomb.

Right.

Sandra, we've got to the station.

Tell your husband to hold the next
train.

We can take everyone out of there, come
on.

Gina, go up to the police house, phone
the convent, see if we can use that big

hold of it.

Well, go on, Sandra.

And you'd better stay out there as well.

We need someone to man the phone.

You can take my bike, all right? OK.

Phil, we'd better get that school
moving, come on. Right.

Is she all right, my babe?

have had to go to Aidensfield due to
unidentified... UXB.

Get them down the station as fast as you
can.

Phil will organise the parents.

We can't come to your quiet, children.

Oh, no, what about the other two at
home? What if Rita hasn't got them out?

look, if you're at all worried, go home
and make sure.

But I can't leave this lot. Of course
you can. I can manage. I've got

Bellamy to help me. Now, look, go with
Nick.

Right then.

Let's go.

Come along now.

Shoo.

Shoo.

That's it. Come on.

Right, now, Mr... Greengrass.

We're going to lift you, but we mustn't
move the bomb.

Well, we all know that, but I've already
told you my foot's jammed.

Try and calm him down, will you?

I'll fix this.

When you move in right up close to me

That's when I get the shakes all over me

And I've not even made a will yet,
either.

We need you out now, Constable.

Hang on a minute.

I want everything to go to my daughter.

Daughter? You haven't got a daughter.

I am. In Redcar.

Just write down that she takes Alfred.

A bit tight.

A bit careful how you're pulling that.
I've got a bad back.

Ed, I thought you told us you were a
commander.

It sounds a brave one.

Be a bit careful.

Not too fast.

Take the strain, lads.

Steady.

Ready? And not before time.

Steady. I feel like the last turkey in
the window.

You all right?

Come on, now, come on. I don't want any
more. It's time to get off. I don't want

to stop. That's everyone.

In, in, in. All right, Mr. Hutton?

Good luck, Phil.

Right, all set then.

Okay.

Come on, stand up.

I can't stand up. My legs have gone
dead.

Be careful.

Who's in charge here?

Right, the name is Blaketon, and this is
my patch.

Goodbye, everyone.

She's ticking.

What does he think he's doing?

What are you, Smith? A complete wimp? I
was trying to warn the civilians, sir.

Well, get the F set, and for God's sake,
try and pull yourself together, or

you'll be out of my team before you know
what's hit you.

Bad news, I'm afraid. The delay fuse has
started ticking.

You mean it's going to go off?

Well, it could continue ticking for as
long as 84 hours.

Or it could go off straight away.

You never can tell.

What about my digger? Sorry?

I don't want it leaving there if that
thing's going off.

Never mind your ruddy digger.

What about my building plot?

I'll need you to get everyone right
back, Sergeant, including that clown

That's nice, isn't it?

Close to death I've been. Yeah, and you
still have to shut up and move yourself.

Right, I want all these vehicles right
back at the end of the track.

No need to panic.

That's it, sir.

Right. And how are we about to use it?

Immunise the fuse with salt solution,
sir.

Right. Get back on your listening
station.

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, sir.

Smithy dropped out bopping tonight and
he was wondering if you could make it a

bit snappy.

Bopping?

Dancing, sir.

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun.

He'll get by without his rabbit pie.

So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run.

Dad, will you be sensible and get him
with clothes?

Never. Them Germans didn't get me in two
world wars.

They're not going to get me now.

All right.

Now, we're supposed to follow these.

Keep it full order. That's it.

Now, we'll go right down the edge of the
room. And then I'd like you to come and

sit down here on the floor.

All right?

Oh, sir.

This is very good of you, ma 'am.

Mother. I mean, all the short notes.

Sorry, but I've never had measles, you
know. Putting me at risk, this.

Nearly an old -age pensioner.

Afternoon, Mother Superior.

These are the children I rang you about,
Mother Superior, for Thick Bay.

And this is Mr Greengrass.

He's had a very nasty experience.

He's in shock and he needs a bath.

I'm not in all that shock.

I had a good washdown last week, honest.

A hot bath and a change of clothes.

Come along.

14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19,

20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25.

Should be 26.

Who's missing?

Who isn't here, children?

Can anyone tell me? Yes?

Well, has anyone seen Colin?

No, Miss.

Oh, Joy, have you got Colin with you?
No.

I left him with you.

How long has he been missing?

All right, I'll go and have a look.

Hold on.

Hey!

What do you think you're playing at?

I thought you were up at the convent.

I came back for the cat.

The cat? Go on, do that bonker girl at
any moment.

Come on, Sandra.

You get her and leave it to me.

What am I going to do?

He was never at the station, Mr. Rowan.
I mean, I'd have noticed.

Him and me, we're like pals, you know.

I've got this train set at home, you
see, and I let him come in and play with

it. Where is it?

It's in my shed, but he wouldn't get in
there. I always keep it locked.

Right.

Oh, I just had to stop your wife from
going back home to rescue the cat.

Ah.

Well, that's swimming for you.

Go away!

Is the door unlocked?

I don't know!

Hey,

hey, hey!

It's no good you trying to hide.

If I'm having one, you're having one.

How's it going?

She's stopped, sir.

Right, let's get cracking.

What happened?

Can I ring the missus and tell her it's
OK now?

Oh, it's not over yet, mate.

This is the tricky bit of screwing the
bass plug.

Oh, I could go off any minute.

Hello? Is that Whitby?

Yeah, it's Gina Ferner from Nick Rowans
again.

Listen, we've got a child missing and we
need every spare man you've got to help

with the search.

Yeah, in the bomb area.

Yeah, I know.

We're having a bit of a day.

Yeah, OK.

All right, ciao.

Sandra missed the train up to the
convict, so I've brought her up here.

Hiya.

Go and sit down, Sandra. You look all
in.

There's no sign, Sarge. It's all locked
up. Pull in.

Mrs. Ellis, are you sure he didn't have
a key?

No.

But if he's not here, where is he?

We'll have her next door.

I'll try the next one.

Sound?

We have a corpse found in suspicious
circumstances, and we need to start our

investigations while we still have the
evidence.

Well, it's a corpse, isn't it? It's not
going anywhere.

It'll keep.

Not if it gets blown up by your bomb.

The last thing I need are hordes of CID
men marching around the place.

No. The body stays where it is.

Excuse me.

I don't believe this.

Yes, but Sarge...

What he's saying is he wants to get the
bomb off my plot first.

Your plot, Ventress.

The least said about your plot, the
better.

Two gallons of nitroglycerin at least.

There's about three pounds of powder.

What the hell's that smell?

Ammonia.

Nitroglycerin. The explosive's
decomposed.

Well, what happens now, then?

Well, you may well ask.

Well, we can't steam it out because it's
heat sensitive.

And we can't exactly explode it because
it's in the middle of a village.

You've got to get it took out by hand, I
suppose.

No dancing for you tonight, Smithy.

Last one we had like this took 29 hours.

29 hours?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight,

nine, ten, eleven, twelve... Can I have
a word, Phil?

Ralph? It looks like that bomb could
take 29 hours.

So this lot could have to stay here the
night.

Why is everyone going to sleep?

And what about the toilet self?

Well, I'm sure that'll be organised.

Well, Jean is having a word with civil
defence about camp beds.

But Blaketon, he wants you back in the
village now.

It's a bloomin' act, Gina. What a mess,
eh?

Sandra, I've got your husband in the
office.

He's not going through.

Come

on,

Joey.

There's 20 men out looking for Colin.

And now, Sandra, when we were looking
for young Colin, we had to search your

house.

And we found a body.

A man's body.

Any idea whose it might be?

No.

You're quite sure?

Yes.

Where was it?

On our bed.

And now we can't do anything until
they've dealt with that bomb.

But once they have, you'll be asked if
you can identify it.

Your husband's seen it already. He was
in the house when we found it.

You were in the house?

Aye.

I told him.

I didn't know the man from Adam.

I told him I'd never clapped eyes on him
before in my life.

What's going on, Sandra?

You tell me.

So I'll have to find them a generator.

Generator? Light, Ventress, light.
Here's your loaf. Hang on.

It's this generator business.

I think we'll leave you to it.

Ventress?

Permission to go back and take a turn on
the bunk off?

It's not up to you, Smithy.

I've done it in training.

Take it easy.

You don't have to prove out to me, lad.

Hard to win, though, don't you?

Watch yourself, eh?

You like the Colin? No.

And no joy with the Huttons either.

But according to Rita Sterling, Sandra's
got a lover.

A lover?

Well, that's it.

That's the motivation.

What did I tell you, Ventress?

It's a cream passionnel.

Well, his car's parked outside their
house. A black Morris Minor.

Well, not a word about this to anyone.

We'll get a confession out of Hutton
before the CID arrive.

That'll take the smile off their faces.

Are you in this?

People have blown up.

What are you going to do with them?

They must be mad.

I won't clear off before they see you.

Good luck, then.

That's good as done anyway.

Colin?

Colin.

What are you up to, Greengrass?

I was just on my way home.

I didn't fancy staying in a nunnery all
night.

And what's this then, eh?

And what have we here?

Doing a spot of looting, will we,
Greengrass?

The old dog daft. Memphis, search his
pockets.

Maddow's Kirk's station had a break -in
last night.

A departure board and a lamp this time.

I heard.

Yeah, we don't want Aidensfield to be
next on the list.

It won't be.

All them tests are off to the branch
line.

The one that Mr Beechin and his clever
dicks is going to shut down.

Truth.

Phil, mate.

Phil, are you all right, lad?

Hang on, lads. You'll be all right.
We'll get you sorted.

I told you they wouldn't get me, didn't
I? I told you.

Silly old fool.

Look at me, Digger. It's not insured
either.

Where's Nick?

He's in there looking for Colin.

Colin?

Nick?

Nick! What is it?

It's Nick.

He was in there when the bomb went off.

Come here, you draftsman!

Well, give us a hand.

Come on. Come on.

Come here. That's it.

That's it.

Come on.

Come here, son. Come here.

I've got you.

Well comfortable, Rowan. Leave two in
one piece.

There we go.

It's ruined, Mr. Horton.

The train set's ruined.

Don't you worry, son. We'll mend it. The
two of us, together.

So what was he doing in Roy Hutton's
shed?

Well, he heard the siren, thought it was
for him and he'd.

They couldn't get out because I'm not
padlocked.

Poor little lad.

Anyone hurt?

A young sapper.

Just heard he died in the ambulance.

So, who was he?

A fancy man?

Come on, Sandra, you can't make things
worse than they are.

Well, Mr Hutton, you may as well tell me
what happened before CID arrived.

I think I might be more sympathetic.

I can tell you now.

CID?

Why the CID?

They think I murdered him.

What?

No.

It was his heart. He had a weak heart.

It's all right, Mrs. Sutton.

He was waiting for an operation.

When the police came round about the
bomb, he thought that

Roy had found out about us, and he just
collapsed.

The doctor always said a shot might kill
him.

Oh, no.

I knew he was feeling ill, and I'd just
left him there to die.

What am I going to do, Roy?

Oh, yes, that's right.

Bury your head in the sand.

It's just flaming railways with you,
isn't it?

You stupid train set.

Hey, Ventress.

Go away, Claude.

You know that I told you about the will
and that?

About your daughter in Redcar?

If it's all right with you, I'd like you
to forget all about it.

My lips are sealed.

Right. Oh, and about the pay, you know,
for the day's work that me and David did

for you.

You know.

I'll send you an invoice.

Thanks, honey.

What for?

Well, everything, really.

Especially today.

You were a hero.

Hello, Alf. Come in.

She says it's my fault.

Who does?

Mrs Ventress.

She doesn't want anything more to do
with it.

With what?

The bungalow.

She's not so sure about me, either.

Oh, dear.

So I wondered, uh, could I spend the
night?

Yeah, funny. You must have been
squirreling it away for years.

It's not funny, Rowan. It's sad.

Doesn't seem right to charge him
somehow.

The man's lost his wife, his self
-respect. If all this lot comes out,

lose his job as well.

It's all from stations that are going to
be closed anyway, Sarge.

Exactly.

Let's leave it, shall we?

Serves them all right.

Beeching and his cronies.

You can't beat the memories you gave of
me. One man, one wife,

one love, true life.

The sweet, sweet memories you gave of
me. You can't beat the memories you gave

of me.

Memories are made of you.

Memories are made of you.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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