All language subtitles for heartbeat_s08e23_david_stockwell_s_ghost

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

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

Peter? Peter!

Stay down, old man.

Don't touch.

More tea, Annie?

Yes, ma 'am.

We've got to tell the police.

Not today.

I can't risk upsetting her today.

You needn't accuse her of anything. Just
make a note of what's been taken.

Of course, it could be him.

Mummy. Don't interrupt.

When I think of Rhodesia.

Hey, come on.

I want to go back, Cecil.

Tonight's going to be a new start, new
friends, new social life. And who have

invited to our very first dinner party?

The village of Bobby.

We agreed to ask the solicitor. How
would I know what her boyfriend did?

It'll be the dustman next.

What's the matter?

She doesn't want him knowing, mind.

I'm right.

Come on, Alf, what is it?

It is Ventress.

He's in hospital.

It's not serious, is it?

She's having an operation.

What sort of operation?

troubles.

Oh.

Ah.

Well, I'm really sorry to hear that.

She even did a box for me before she
left.

Ah, here he is.

So you'll get straight on to the head
man of Ashford, yes?

Well, I'll go to PC Claude, will I?

Not if he's coming for dinner.

Hi, David. You about right?

Hi, Mr Palmer.

Off you get them now, are you? Yeah,
we're just on our way now, sir. Not more

than six and of decent quality.

Don't you worry, Mr Palmer. You can
trust me.

I farmed 12 ,000 acres out in Rhodesia,
so there's no use trying to fold me off

with any rubbish. Of course not, sir.

By the way, Mr Palmer, what about the
umpents?

Well, I'll give you the umpents when I'm
satisfied with the purchase.

Okay, Mr. Greengrass?

Couldn't be more delighted, sir.

Faultless.

Come on, darling.

Hurry up. We'll miss the bus.

Will you take me, Mummy?

Peter, I haven't got a car. Now come
along. Give me a kiss and run along.

Please, Mummy.

Darling, don't be a silly boy. You've
got a million things to do. Go on.

I'm going to wait for these down here.

They'll be cheaper, I think.

They're down there.

Defensive cup of tea.

No, I'm going to stop and watch.

I've had a call from a Mrs Palmer, Maple
Cottage, Aidensfield.

What does she want?

She thinks one Annie Taylor has stolen
the family silver.

Annie Taylor?

You know, Sag.

The one with all the kids.

Works as chief cook and bottle washer.
Look, I'll take anything Mr and Mrs

Palmer say with a pinch of salt, Sag.

Nevertheless, a theft is a theft.

Normally, I'd have asked you to go up
there, Bradley.

But Mrs Palmer particularly requested
the top man.

Jackie and I have got to go up there for
supper tonight.

Sorry, correction.

Dinner.

Yeah, well, it'll be dinner parties all
the way now.

Now you're going out with a solicitor.

Mr.

Greengrass. Mr.

Greengrass.

What do you think you're playing at?

My iron them piglets right from the
start, I did.

You're talking about it. Way over market
price you paid for them.

Oh, I'm sure I did. Do they know you're
out on your own? David, come on, I must

be in shape.

I must apologise.

In Africa, we had a gorgeous house.

Dozens of servants. I simply can't get
used to slumming it like this.

So, about this missing silver.

Sergeant, you're sweating.

I'm not making you nervous, am I?

No, no.

Just that, er, perhaps two fires... Oh,
silly me.

I keep forgetting how terrifyingly hardy
you are.

Annie, turn off one of the fires, would
you?

Now, then.

Can I call you Raymond?

Yes.

Well... The thing is, Raymond, six
apostle spoons have vanished from the

cabinet.

Apostle spoons?

Right. Well, they've been in Cecil's
mother's family for hundreds of years

they're extremely valuable.

Right.

The thing is, we're pretty sure Annie
must have taken them, but we're

entertaining tonight and it wouldn't do
to have her upset, so I don't want you

to question her.

I beg your pardon?

What I thought was, if you could put two
or three of your good detectives onto

the case to recover the spoons, we could
talk to Annie later when it's more

convenient.

She's not very bright, so she won't have
taken them very far.

I'm sure one of your men will find them
in no time.

Mrs Palmer, I think it's better if I
came back in a day or two, don't you?

When you've had your little dinner
party.

Because if I'm going to investigate a
crime with limited police resources, I

don't want my hands tied.

So, Zambia again?

We don't call it that. We call it
Northern Rhodesia.

Molly. She must be someone very special.

Getting a letter from you every day. My
nurse.

Oh, I see.

You had a nurse out there.

She looked after me ever since I was a
baby.

Was there a letter for me today, Mr.
Blaketon?

No, I'm sorry.

Not today.

They do take a long time, you know.

Letters from Africa.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Blaketon.

Me too. Come here.

So what exactly did this

Craddock fellow say?

Oh, not much.

He wanted to interview Annie, of course,
but I told him to leave it till after

tonight.

What was he like?

Quite dishy, actually.

So I smiled my very best smile and
melted him.

Utterly.

Naughty girl.

I think... Has Annie given you your
dinner yet?

No. Go and tell her to you quickly,
before the guests arrive.

You look lovely, Mummy.

That's very sweet of you, darling.

I had to make this work, darling.

Don't be too subtle.

I've only got two words for you.

Dinner party.

You can blame it on my uncle. I'm under
orders.

I feel like a right idiot.

Well, you look very nice.

Yeah, well, nice. Nice is about it,
isn't it?

What do you mean?

All this.

It's a bit nice and cosy.

Sometimes I just wonder what I'm still
doing here, that's all.

I thought you had to be here.

Not anymore.

Well, go back to London if you're bored.

I'm not bored.

It's just, well, most of the cases I
have to deal with are pretty small.

Can I have a word in your ear, Bradley?

Young Peter Palmer.

See what I mean?

Get

out,

Peter.

Children.

Honestly, one was enough for me, I can
tell you.

Well, actually, I'm...

I need to have a word about young Peter.

What about?

Of course, in Africa, it was all so
easy. One just handed the little horror

to a nursemaid, and that was that.

We had a marvellous girl called Molly,
didn't we, darling?

Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers.

No, life in Rhodesia certainly spoilt
one.

All you had to do was clap your hands
and an ace of it would come running.

Zambia. I beg your pardon?

Isn't it called Zambia now?

He's not already a red let's not get on
to politics not before we've even

started eating I've been everybody

Delicious

Come on, let's get out of here.

Don't forget, if the farmer starts
moaning... Hey,

if he starts moaning, don't forget.

He definitely said if we couldn't get
lambs, he'd accept pigs.

Did he?

No, but what's that got to do with it?

Oh, you're talking about lying, Mr.
Greengrass. It's not a question of

lies, David. It's just being a bit
economical with the truth, and it's your

fault. You don't go to a livestock
auction and start practicing semaphore.

just trying to attract you, Mr.
Greengrass.

Attract me? You couldn't attract me if
you were your sister.

Anyway, don't forget, he definitely said
if we couldn't get lambs, what would he

accept?

Pigs.

Go fish!

More wine, everyone.

Thank you.

I think the culprit was cayenne pepper,
wasn't it?

Apart from that, it was delicious.

An easy mistake to make.

Absolutely.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

I think perhaps... The babysitter.

She can't stay late.

I'll just...

Actually,

we hardly know them.

What are you looking about?

Get gone.

Don't give him too much. I'll never get
him. Please.

What is it?

I said lambs, not pigs.

Can you take him away?

I am not keeping the pigs.

I mean, I know people say I'm bent, but
there's no way that David would ever be

economical with the truth. And he heard
you say you would accept pigs, didn't

you, David?

Oh, yes.

I'll talk to you in a moment.

Well done, David.

Oh dear.

There's been a bit of a disaster, I'm
afraid.

Something went wrong with the cooking.

Leave me alone.

Bruises.

On both arms.

Worse than you'd expect from normal
rough and tumble. Well, Jackie seems to

think so.

She tried to get it out of him and he
shut up like a clown.

A cup of tea?

Please.

Yes, well, nobody likes to admit to
being bullied, do they?

Trump is different.

He goes to a private school, doesn't
know any of the village children.

Thanks.

And he's got an annoyingly superior way,
just like his parents.

All of which makes him a natural target
for the likes of Tom and Sam Wilson.

Oh, well, we can't let it go on, can we?

No, by mouth, it said.

No, by mouth, over her bed.

Alf, I've told you a hundred times.

Nobody eats before an operation.

It's not like her. She loves her food.
Alf.

Morning, gentlemen.

Crime sheets, Ventress. I haven't
finished them yet, Sarge.

I asked for them yesterday.

I'm sorry.

It's Peter, isn't it?

How are you settling in at your new
school? Do you like it?

Yes.

Well, I must say, it's a jolly smart
uniform.

My goodness me, you've been in the wars.

How did he do that? Let me have a look
at it.

It fell over.

You can tell me.

Did it happen at school?

Well, so where, then?

Somebody... hit you or... kick you?

That's what it looks like.

Two village boys bashed me up.

Veterans!

I'm sorry to hear about your wife. I
gather the operation's today.

Yes, Sarge. If you'd like to take a
day's compassionate leave, I'd be happy

grant it.

No, Sarge.

I'd much rather keep busy.

So she'll come through with flying
colours.

What's she having done exactly?

Well, um, you know.

I see.

Well, keep me informed.

What did you go and tell him for?

How can I help you?

Sorry, boys, but you were both seen.

Yeah, but it really took.

I don't think Peter found it very funny,
now, did he? Now, come on, which one of

you did it, or was it both of you?

He never talked to me. Never.

Honey, he's calling me.

That's all.

Right, well, we'll leave it there for
now.

I'll talk to you both again when you've
had time to think about it.

About telling the truth.

But we have told the truth.

We wouldn't like you, Mr. Bradley.

We wouldn't.

And the spoons were bad enough for
Raymond, but this time he gets an entire

silver tea set.

I think he had to come straight over in
person.

Sit down.

You see, last night we had an absolute
disaster with a dinner party and I had

sack her.

Hang on, we're talking about... Annie
Kaler.

I see.

So you sacked Annie last night and this
morning the tea set had gone.

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

She took them out of sheer spite.

Tablespoons? Teapot?

What would I want them for?

Well, couldn't you have taken them home
by mistake, perhaps?

By mistake?

Oh, come on, Mr Bradley. I'd hardly cart
a blooming, great, ugly teapot home by

mistake, would I?

Is that what she's been saying?

That I stole her horrible silver?

Look, I'm only making initial inquiries.

Well, you won't find anything here.

Would you?

But, Mrs Palmer...

Alf,

just lift the phone, dial the number and
put yourself out of your misery. Like

Alf.

Okay. I'll do it for you, then.

What ward's she on?

Tulip.

Tulip ward, please.

No. Come on.

Did you search the house?

Yep, nothing.

I don't think Annie's got anything to do
with it.

Who do you think it was?

Good question. I mean, there's no doubt
something funny's going on.

The silver was stolen, the dinner party
was sabotaged, and, uh... And then

there's Peter and his bruises.

I thought you'd sorted that out. I
thought that was the Wilson boys.

Well, I'm not so sure now.

I just wondered if there wasn't more to
it, that's all.

Oh, come on, Bradley.

There's no need to make a mystery of it.

Surely the simplest explanation is the
most plausible?

In all sorts of different ways, the
Palmers have made themselves unpopular,

now they're paying the price.

They start stealing their things and
spoiling their parties, and the village

boys are bullying their fun.

Except I don't think the people of
Avonfield are that unkind.

Well, that is. Maybe you've been here
too long.

So, Richard?

Detachment, Bradley.

That's the key to good policing.

When an officer loses that and becomes
over -involved with his community, he

to ask himself, is it time to move on?

Just take it slowly, Mr. Bennett.

You've got a... You've got a what in
your garden?

Good, Piggy.

Made juicy apple.

Bit of apple sauce, Piggy.

I don't like the look in his eye,
Bradley.

Not the look in his eye I'm worried
about, Sarge.

Here, Piggy.

Grab it, Bradley.

Well,

it looks like the vault's been drawn and
the gate's deliberately propped open.

Heaven's sake, Peter, shouldn't you be
at school?

It was deliberate sabotage.

This time it's gone too far. I want the
culprit arrested and charged at once.

School, I say!

Look at his legs, Sarge.

Go on.

The bruises are worse than the wound.

But I'm aware of those boys myself.

You don't think it could have been him?

Raymond. Mike, I'm sorry. I could have
written to apologise for that awful

night. May we come in?

Is it about the silver?

No. Only I'm afraid it's not really
convenient at the moment.

It's about your son, Peter. Peter?

We've got a problem with a couple of the
boys in the village bullying other

kids. Well, Peter doesn't mix with the
local boys.

We think you might have had a bit of a
problem with them.

I did try and tell you about it the
other night.

Surely you must have noticed the bruises
on his arms and legs.

No.

Well, I'd say come in and talk to him
yourselves, but he's at school, of

That's all right.

It's you we want to talk to.

And later, Mr Palmer.

What for?

Sorry, I think I can hear the phone. I'm
waiting for a call.

Do call back later if you like.

One, two, three, four. Stand still, will
you? One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

There's still one missing somewhere,
Dave. You'd better go and see if you can

find it.

It's all dark out there.

Well, I'm going to hear you.

Take the torch.

All right, then.

We'll have to decide what we're going to
do with him.

We're just going to pop him back in
Palmer's Field, aren't we? What are you

talking? It's probably him that let him
go in the first place.

The only way we're going to get rid of
these is to take them to the market and

hope to resell them.

Either that or you'd better get yourself
ready to eat an enormous amount of

bacon buttocks.

I've had a headache.

Ow!

You!

You're hurting me!

I'm in a terrible day in the office. I'm
late, tired, hungry. All right, I'm

sorry.

What's been had for supper?

Cornflakes.

Cornflakes? That's all there was in the
house.

He's your son.

He's a growing boy. I can't make food
out of thin air, can I? The village shop

won't serve it. You're going to ask for
it later.

You want to eat it?

I take a taxi!

I can't! We haven't made a billy shop
either!

Right, I give up.

I give up! Yeah, well, so do I! No cook,
no cleaner, no gardener, no... Shut up!

I hate it! I hate it until I hate this
house! Well, who spoke that then, eh?

Where are you going?

No, you can't take Daddy's car.

Get to your room, little man.

Gin and tonic, please.

So, is Mr Palmer going to join you
later?

Mr Palmer could be in Timbuktu, for all
I know.

Who have you got babysitting?

Look, are you going to serve me or not?

Because it is actually illegal in this
country to leave a child alone in a

house. You don't say, Nurse Bolton.
Well, I never.

I've got a girl in from the village, so
you don't need to worry.

And in case you want me to pay, I can't.

I never carry any cash. Old Rhodesian
habit. Live now, pay later.

Come on, Mrs. Palmer.

Mrs. Palmer.

Do you want me to ring your husband and
ask him to come and fetch you?

You're not thinking of driving home.

Good night.

Piggies.

Hey, Piggie.

Hey, Piggie, Piggie.

Piggies.

The car's gone. She's gone.

We had a row.

Look, let's just start from the
beginning. You went out last night. Yes.

On foot. You left the car in the garage.
Yes, and I didn't want to disturb her,

so I slept on the sofa.

Her bed hasn't been slept in.

She shouldn't be driving. I don't let
her drive, see?

Not after what happened.

I beg your pardon?

Look, if there's...

Something I should know.

Just before we came back from Rhodesia,
she had an accident. She hit someone in

the car.

I see.

Were they badly hurt? No, she didn't
mean to. She just lost control.

Who did she hit?

Molly, Peter's nursemaid.

Not the one he writes to?

We haven't told him about it yet.

That's the reason we had to come back.
They thought she'd done it on purpose.

Molly's family.

They sent us death threats and... I
mean... She died.

Right.

Well... I think we should deal with the
immediate situation.

The first thing we need to do is
circulate a description.

Where is Peter?

Oh, I haven't woken him up yet.

Peter?

He's locked in.

Dying sometimes locks him in if we're
going out.

How is Mrs. Ventress?

Oh, she's in terrible pain, Sarge.

Was it a hysterectomy, by the way?

Only Mrs.

Craddock particularly asked.

Oh, I leave all that to the doctors,
Sarge.

Yes.

Well, never let it be said that my wife
is not a kind and thoughtful woman.

Oh.

Ah, ah.

Mike's just been on with details of the
car.

Seems a young boy's missing now, too.

You think I'm going in there telling
them you've seen a ghost? You've got

another thing coming.

Well, a lot more than they're on their
own.

All right.

Let's hope they believe in fairies.

We've come to report the sighting of a
ghost.

Well, come on, David. Tell him what you
saw, or rather what you didn't see.

Oh, we're out trying to recapture that
piglet.

Not that he found it.

Go on.

It was very frightening.

Well, come on. We'll be here all night.

Here in Elsenbury Road, Alfred.

It was about midnight, apparently,
because he said he heard the church

chiming. Come on, come on. Tell him.

Well, I heard this car coming towards
me.

And it were gliding along and it were
all slow and weird.

Didn't have a driver.

No driver?

No, it was just going along all by
itself.

Well, what was the car exactly?

Mr and Mrs Palmer's car.

Come in.

Is it all right if I nip over to Aidan's
for you, Sarge? Any particular reason?

Well, I've had a sudden thought.

Goodness me.

Fresh footprints.

Look.

Size three or four.

So after his mum locked him in last
night... What, he climbed down the

That's right.

Well, that'll explain the David
Stockwell ghost mystery.

The what?

That's funny.

He went out this way, then back again,
and then...

Of course, if he couldn't climb up
again...

I'll get back to you in a minute.

You must be very hungry.

Peter, I think that you know where your
mum is.

It's terrible, isn't it?

Wondering about someone, missing them.

I know what it's like.

Now, I'll tell you what I think
happened.

And you stop me if I go wrong.

All right.

Last night, after your dad went out,
your mum left in the car.

She shouldn't have.

She's not supposed to drive.

Well, you went out to look for her.

You found the car at the pub.

And you waited.

At last she came out and she got into
the car.

I couldn't wake her up.

Well, you didn't want her to get into
trouble.

So you were going to drive her home.

I think that's very clever.

It's not every lad of nine who can drive
a car.

You tell me what happened.

And then we'll see if we can find her.

I didn't mean to.

I couldn't see properly.

I went over the edge.

He drove off the road at Ash Bank.

And Mrs Palmer?

Well, for what I can make out.

She was thrown out of the car as it
rolled down the bank.

He couldn't find her in the dark. He's
been hiding here, terrified that he

killed his own mum.

Sarge.

Thanks. Bellamy, ready for an ambulance.
Take down those blankets.

She's still breathing.

Hurry up with those blankets.

So he took the spoons and the teapot.

And all those other things had happened.

I mean, the salt and Annie's cooking.

So, spoiling the dinner, letting the
pigs out, and hiding the silver. You did

them all.

Would you mind telling me why?

So your mum and dad will go back to
Africa. Was that the reason?

Mum wants to go back.

She hates England.

So you were trying to help your mum.

It strikes me, Peter.

That you're a very good son to your mum.

Always looking after her and making her
happy.

Of course, you'd like to go back to
Africa yourself and see your old chums

so on.

Had Molly.

She was the best thing.

Mummy's all right, Peter.

The founder, she's fine.

Yeah, good luck, you know, Jack. I hope
you've brought some reddies.

Aye. I just want to go in right, I know.

Aye. One I wouldn't have paid if your
lad hadn't come along.

What are you talking about? He paid 14
quid each for them. He paid 12.

But I'm offering you eight. Eight?

Thanks, Mike.

Take it or leave it. At least I go into
a good home, eh, Mr. Greengrass? A good

home? I should have you put in one.

Here you are, mate.

96 quid.

Oh. That's not so bad, then, eh? No,
it's not, considering you're going to

up the difference.

The doctor says she'll be fine.

Thanks, Constable.

Mr Palmer, we do need to talk about
Peter.

Why? What's happened?

You haven't noticed the bruising?

Ah, bruising?

Well, I expect he got it from playing
rugby at school or something. You know

what boys are like.

Mr Palmer, the child is covered with
them.

His arms, his legs.

I tried to stop her.

It was your wife.

She doesn't mean to. She just loses her
temper.

Mr Palmer, I have to warn you.

We've contacted the children's
department.

They'll be making feathering corners.

Here, there she is.

Ah, Peter, old chap, come here.

We need to talk about Molly.

No, no, sir, please.

Call Mummy's hand, darling.

It doesn't hurt or anything.

I'm sorry.

So she did it.

His own mother.

I find it so hard to believe.

I know.

They're going to need a lot of help.

So has it been challenging enough for
you?

What's that?

Well, I seem to remember you were fed
up.

Stuck in a rural backwater, pining for
the big smoke. OK, OK, I know. Look,

just how I feel sometimes.

Don't take any notice.

Anyway, you're in the same boat.

What do you mean?

Well, same rural backwater.

But in my case, it's all part of a plan.

Two or three years' experience in the
country, and... And then...

Then... And then it depends on

what else is happening, I suppose.

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

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