All language subtitles for heartbeat_s11e17_sympathy_for_the_devil

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

Heartbeat, why doesn't love a kiss stay
in my memory?

Right, Mrs Moorcroft, we'll get someone
over straight away.

Morning.

Anything interesting, Alf?

Well, it's a bit of a strange one, this.
Mrs Moorcroft, Fairways B &B.

Sounds like a break -in, but nothing was
taken.

Not much to steal from a B &B anyway, is
there?

Well, except the week's takings.

Takings from what, Bellamy?

Mrs Moorcroft's gift house.

She thinks she had an intruder during
the night.

Well, you'd better go over there and
check it out, Bradley.

Sergeant?

Goats. Goats, David.

British Sarlons and Anglo -Nubians, to
be exact.

What will he eat goats for?

Well, I thought you might like to bathe
in the goat's milk.

Give me a hand with this pen.

No, it's that new health food shop in
Asfordly.

The bloke that runs it reckons he's
desperate for goat's milk.

Reckons he can't get enough of it.

Isn't that a bit...

No smelly in your bath.

Goat's milk's the latest thing.

It's what all your health -conscious
consumers want on their breakfast

Oh, do they?

Yes. And we're going to give it them.

Go and get the ramp.

If you don't fancy milking them, you
know, I'll milk them myself.

No, no.

I'll do it, you see. I mean, there's a
knack with goats.

Say what?

Well, they're different from cows.

You see, David, that's why I need you.

Technical expertise.

Hello, Joe.

It's a wonder, I didn't hear something
there's that much mess.

And nothing's been stolen?

No, nothing.

They've just shook stuff about, mostly.

Do all your guests find this?

A date, name and address, yes.

Why? These last entries have been torn
out.

Tracy! Have you had any unusual guests
recently?

No, I'm not going!

Tracy!

Tracy! Tracy, look!

You've got the ghost in school!

No problem. Yeah, same in this door.

Tracy!

I'm sorry, Mrs Moorcroft.

Those two unusual enough, are you?

Tracy, please! If I could take you back,
I would, but I can't. You know what

your dad's like.

He's not a liar like you.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare her.

It takes more than a uniform to scare
Tracy.

I'll have a word with her when she's
calmed down, if you like.

She's a bright girl.

I don't want her to miss out.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Sounds like you're from London.

Not much gets past you, is there?

I'm Sue.

Sue Dixon.

PC Mike Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

Just staying here for a while while we
get ourselves sorted out.

Tell me, um... Your daughter, has she
ever played truant before?

Just since we got here.

She wants to go back to her dad in
Whitby.

Only reason why she shouldn't.

He... Well...

Let's just say he saw me with another
bloke.

Didn't take it too well.

You know.

Look, I know this is probably none of my
business, but... Well, what happened to

you? Was he violent?

I didn't stop to find out.

Right. But Tracy's still keen to see
him.

Joe's her dad.

She loves him.

Anyway.

No one to blame but me.

Just have to lie low for a while.

Get the money together.

Not here in Aidensfield.

I can't go back.

Not now.

Do you think she'll be all right?

Yeah, we'll catch up with her soon
enough.

I feel really selfish making her come.

I just couldn't bear to leave her.

Mrs. Moorcroft, I think I've got all I
need for now, but you can rest assured I

will be making some inquiries. If you
notice anything has been stolen or you

or hear anything suspicious, you know
where we are.

They're up and go.

I'm sorry?

Those two, screaming and shouting and
carrying on.

Well, it sounds like they've got a
pretty rough time ahead.

Well, what does she expect, running away
from her husband?

I've heard her and Tracy rowing about
him.

That child needs a father. You may be
right.

Still, throwing them out isn't the
answer, is it?

I run a get -out, not a barstool.

I put a spell on...

Because you're mine.

I don't like the things you do.

Oh, dear.

I laugh.

So if you go to heaven, you can bet a
dollar note that the angel

with the whiskers on his patty may get
you gold.

What did he say, then? He said, thank
you very much.

I want you to tend those goats as if
they were your children.

They're going to make us... cheese.

Rich, David.

Rich. Savour the word.

We'll have our own shop when we've got a
bit of... David!

Oh, they might be hungry, Mr Vernon!

We can feel there was nothing stolen.

Yes, Sergeant.

So what do you think?

Well, from what I can gather, there's a
Sue Dixon staying there with her

daughter on the run from her husband.

I did see a suspicious bloke hanging
around. It could be him trying to get

daughter back.

Well, did you talk to him?

No, Sergeant, I didn't get a chance. He
saw me, then drove off.

I've checked with the desk, Sergeant, of
Whitby, and he doesn't have a record.

But if it is the husband, he has to be a
suspect for the break -in. Might be

worth letting his wife know he's around.

Well, with your permission, Sergeant,
I'd rather not scare her until I'm

absolutely certain it's him.

She has a daughter, and by the look of
things, she's already been through

upheaval.

Sergeant, Oscar Blayton's got a kid at
the pub. Thinks she's wagging off

Wonders what to do with her. It's all
right, Phil. I'll go. I think I know who

it might be.

Well, she came in here wanting half a
lager. I told her she was underage. Next

thing I know, she's trying to nick money
from the till. Don't worry, Oscar. Her

mother's on the way. Who is she, anyway?

I've not seen her around here before.

Tracy! Mrs Dixon, I think we should talk
about this in private.

Then you can explain why your daughter's
not in school.

All right, Oscar.

I'll handle it.

She'll be there tomorrow.

That's what you think?

Tracy!

Thank you so much for finding her.

Mrs Dixon, can I suggest you take Tracy
back to Mrs Moorcroft's? I'll be along

in a moment.

Oscar?

Thank you.

Going soft in our old age, are we?

I'll have words.

In my day, that girl would be
prosecuted.

Oh, come on, Oscar. You know what
teenage girls are like. Of course I do,

I'm telling you, that one is trouble.

Where's her father, anyway?

Well, Whitby, apparently, and if she
doesn't find a job, she'll have to go

there. Just take my advice. Leave the
waifs and strays to the welfare

department.

They're looking for a cleaner at the
school. Is that any use?

Yeah.

Well, I could have a word with the
headmistress. I'm due up there this

afternoon.

Well, she deserves a chance.

OK, I'll see what I can do.

Great, thanks.

Look, I'd better go. I promised Oscar
I'd have a word.

So, what's got into him?

A medical name, cardiohypergyneurosis,
otherwise known as a soft heart.

Don't worry, it's rarely fatal.

Do you have to make that noise, David?

Oh, yeah, well, they give more if you're
hummed to them, Mr Vernon.

There you go. Good girl.

Don't get too fond of her if I were you,
David.

Why is that, Bernard?

Because you'll just end up having to get
rid of them all, as usual.

Daft idea. Which is why we've sold two
dozen pints on day one, is it?

We won't laugh.

Do you know the yield drops in winter?
By which time David and I will be

comfortably retired. Thank you very
much.

Ah.

More thirsty customers.

You were seeing someone else.

I know who you were.

Rubbish. Told the bloke I saw you with.

That's what you and Dad were rowing
about, isn't it?

Tracy, come on.

Away. You're giving yourself another
attack.

Here.

Look, love.

I know you don't want to be here and
it's all my fault, but I would never do

anything to hurt you.

You must see that.

Why can't you just leave us?

How is she?

I thought I was getting through to her
for a minute.

Tracy!

Take me home!

Mrs. Moorcroft, I'm so sorry. Five
minutes.

Get your bag.

Go on. Go on.

They haven't even got a proper pen.

Oh, they're happy enough.

Happy? Coats are never happy.

They're a symbol of lust.

Lust and evil.

What does Sir Vernon reckon to that
health food shop blog?

Puts the milk in his bathwater.

Where you are, then?

Oh, don't tell me the co -op want to buy
you out.

The health food shop.

They'll take the lot. Everything we can
produce.

So I could buy you a celebratory drink
tonight, dear brother of mine.

Bye,

Bernard.

It's working, David. It's blooming
working.

There's a good £20 worth of damage.

You can count yourself lucky Mrs
Moorcroft isn't making a formal

Tracy.

And I also think it might be an idea to
go to school tomorrow, OK?

Tracy?

She'll be there.

I've asked Dr Somerby to include you in
her rounds just to check on Tracy's

asthma.

Where shall I say her name?

Um... I don't know.

We need to find another bed and
breakfast.

Do you know anywhere that would have it?

Well, you could always try the
Eggensfield Arms.

Look, I'll talk to Wasp and see what I
can do.

So it's settled, then.

See you later.

Thank you.

Hello? Ashfordly police.

How are Mr. Blaketon?

Yeah.

Is there what in your garden?

Up you go.

It's just a few leaves, Oscar.

I don't see what all the big fuss is
about.

Do you have any idea how long they take
to grow?

Look, next time I'm in Ashfordly, I'll
get some more when I'm in there.

Look,

if I wanted to buy them, I wouldn't grow
me own.

Malicious damage. That's what this is,
pure and simple.

For pity's sake, Oscar, anyone would
think I'd eaten them myself.

Oscar's right, Vernon.

Best check your pen. We don't want to
have to book you.

Is that it, then?

Only I've got a milk order to fulfil,
you know. Next time, I'll deal with the

offending animal myself.

Told you you wanted a proper pen.

Two.

All right, Bernie, that'll do.

London's latest business disaster. I
can't think of who wants that stuff in

tea. I can. I bought it this morning. It
was lovely.

Anyway, can't stop.

Oh, Jenny, I wondered, would you like a
drink or something tonight?

Tonight? Actually, Phil, I think I'm
busy.

Right.

Well, OK, I'll see you later, then.

Number four.

Thanks, Austin.

Yeah, brilliant.

The room rate doesn't include insurance
for accidental damage. You might tell

your daughter that.

She'll behave.

I promise.

And if you want to thank me, Mike, you
can tell Vernon's script to keep his

goats under control.

It's all right, Arthur.

Look, thanks for all your help.

I don't know what I've done to deserve
it.

Is Tracy upstairs?

Yes, she's just gone up.

Oh, I spoke to the headmistress about
that cleaning job.

Basically, it's hers if she wants it.

Excellent.

Right, well, I'd better take a look at
the patient.

Trish.

Thanks. My pleasure.

These goats have done enough damage
already.

I'm going to have to make sure they
don't escape again.

My associate has the matter under
control, thank you, Constable.

Yes, so I see.

David, I've got to be in Whitby by half
past.

What's all this about?

Oh, it's an overheld food shop that's
shown a keen interest in our product.

So you're managing to sell this stuff,
eh?

Goat's milk.

Liquid gold.

Walked out of the place.

I don't like the goats.

These goats are our future.

They won't be getting out again, I can
assure you of that.

After the police?

Goats.

Could you hold a moment, please?

After the police.

Could you tell me where

they are exactly?

Oi, come on. Go on.

Go on.

Yes, the allotment...

If I could just take a number, I'll get
someone round.

Go on!

Where are they?

There's been a few goats on the loose,
Sarge. Really?

In that case, I suggest we get them back
wherever it is they belong before we

have any more time wasters on the phone.

Sarge. Now, Ventress.

Ashfordly Police.

That's all right.

Oh, they're in the snow.

Thanks.

Hi.

Hi.

We've had a complaint about shoplifting
at the grocer's.

And you assumed it was Tracy?

No, the grocer described a girl of about
13 wearing clothes just like Tracy's.

Is this true?

Are you all right?

Tracy, are you all right?

Tracy.

Look,

I'll call the doctor.

Come on.

It's all right. The doctor's coming.
It's okay. It's okay.

Come on.

Business is about to boom, David.

The shopping would be once 12 pints on
trial.

So get milking.

I'm sorry, Mr. Vernon.

What for?

Well, there's two more of them have
gone.

How?

Well, I don't know how.

I mean, perhaps they're homesick.

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me!

Yes, can I help you?

Joseph Dixon.

I'd like to ask you a couple of
questions about a break -in at Fairway's

guesthouse. Hold on a minute.

Joseph Dixon?

Not me, old son.

Simon Warren.

Northern male.

You've been following Sue Dixon.

Why?

Is she a friend of yours, then?

Not exactly.

No.

Joe Dixon.

No, I've never met him.

But that's very helpful, Constable.

Thanks very much.

Oh, and where do you find him?

Give us a call.

Just hang on a sec.

It's for you.

Is it male or female?

Bleakton.

Window boxes.

All of them.

Hi, Phil. Why don't you call the police?
What can I get you?

Hi, please, Gina. Look, a few goats on
the loose shouldn't be beyond them.

No, you're the fifth call I've had
today.

Very much.

Stop.

Now, listen.

This has absolutely nothing to do with
me, counsellor or not.

Well, yes, I appreciate that.

Look, I tell you what.

I'll have a word with the Oneth family.

One of them's just walked in.

Yes, I will.

Smells all right.

Which is more than can be said for your
half -brother's venture into dairy

farming. They've been at your leaks
again.

Not just mine, Bernie.

Two allotments and half a dozen gardens.

A few goats, eh? Who'd have thought it?

Hungry goats, Bernie.

The Vegetable Society's had to cancel
their autumn show.

What am I supposed to do about it?

Well, do you want to save your half
-brother from a horticultural lynch mob?

Habish.

Then again, I do hate to see Vernon
unpopular.

Jenny? Oh, hi.

I forgot I haven't got this lot sorted
yet.

How are the asthma patients?

Well, they're keeping her in, but the
attack's under control.

I thought you were seeing Tom tonight.

I was.

Then Phil turned up.

He's not getting jealous, is he?

Well, let's say I was glad of an excuse
to get out.

Oh, I don't know, Tricia.

If I were you, I'd hang on to Mike for
all you were.

Yeah.

Hey, is everything all right?

You know this Sue Dixon woman?

The one whose daughter I've just taken
to the hospital?

Yeah.

Well, Mike seems, I don't know, really
concerned.

He even showed up at the hospital this
evening to check she was OK.

And you think he fancies her?

I don't know.

Or maybe he'll be paranoid. It's just
the way he is with her. Tricia, Mike's

like that.

Why don't you go round and speak to him?

Put your mind at rest.

Come in.

Bradley, shouldn't you be off home?

Yes, Sergeant.

But before I go, something's been
bothering me. That bloke I thought was

Dixon's husband.

Turns out he's a journalist.

He's been following her all over the
place.

The Northern Mail.

They're based in Whitby, aren't they?

Must be something to do with her
husband.

Well, that's what I thought.

Simon Warren.

Wasn't there a Simon Warren worked on
one of the Nationals?

He covered that child murder case in the
40s.

Then when the girl was released, he
ended up serving two years for contempt

court. A slippery individual, by all
accounts.

You'd better check him out.

Joe Dixon?

Yeah?

It's about your wife.

There's something about her I think you
might like to know.

Oh, good work, David.

That's all right, Mr Vernon.

David, just count those goats for me,
will you?

Well? Oh, no.

There's more gone.

Come on.

Let's get them before Blaketon shoots
them.

Not a sausage.

Where's that Whitby man want his
delivery?

About now.

Flippin' heck.

Look, we'd better get back home and milk
the ones we've got and give it to the

fella in Whitby.

Then I'll get on to the bloke in
Ashfordly and tell him we've had a

something. Hopefully he won't cancel the
order.

Maybe he'll give me some money or...
Drop the price!

David, this is the seed corn of a multi
-million pound business we're talking

about. Come on, let's get home. Some of
them may have found their way back.

So, how's the love with Sue this
morning?

Leave it, Tom.

He said leave it, Tom.

What's the matter with him?

There seem too many ghosts.

You could give us a hand, Mike, if you
felt like it.

I'm a bit tied up, actually, Tom.

It's Vernon Scripps that wants tying up.

David, none of these planks were broken
last night.

Sorry.

I mean, there's nothing out of place.

The string on the gate's not been
nibbled.

Perhaps they were hungry.

David, we've been blind. You know what
this means, don't you?

Never mind. Just milk the ones you can,
and don't let them out of your sight.

What rustlers? I don't care what you
call it, it's still thieving.

Indeed.

Nicholson?

What's up with him?

Used to be with CID.

So, did you see the rustlers then?

No, I was in bed.

Did you see any strange vehicle tracks
on the yard?

Not that I noticed.

Did you hear anything?

Unusual? I told you, I was in bed.

Tell you what it might be.

What?

It's just a theory, but... Well, go on.

Well, maybe they just escaped.

Marvellous. Oh, come on, Vernon. Any
minute some old biddy's going to be on

phone complaining, their nasturtiums
have been chomped.

Nasturtiums?

Is that what you call law enforcement,
is it? Is it?

I've got people to supply.

It's not that long ago that they hung
people for livestock theft.

Hi.

Hiya. I thought you might fancy a drink.

Um, yeah, yeah.

Oh, we could even get a meal at the pub,
if you like.

Well, to be honest, Tricia, I can't.

Well, not tonight.

I've got rather a lot of work on.

I suppose you end up working quite a few
evenings.

Yeah, but come to the territory.

Oh, well, it was just an idea. I'll see
you soon.

I said I can take you home.

To Dad?

You're not to upset yourself.

You'll get in again. I don't care.

Okay.

That man you saw me with, you're right,
I did have a bit of a thing with him

years ago.

It's all over, but you won't leave me
alone.

Honest, it's nothing.

I promise.

Can you not tell Dad?

You know what he's like.

Always going off at the deep end.

But he's not a bad man.

I'm sorry, Tracy. I know how much you
miss him.

Mum, fuck you.

We've got to start again.

I've got a job.

I'm making friends.

Don't, Rosie.

Right, David.

That's Whitby fettled.

How are you getting on with the second
order?

We've taken two lots in one night.

Right.

Police station.

Neith Hurley.

Tracy, go on.

What? Go on, I'll be there in a minute.

Not here.

Who told you?

Look, I'll get Tracy. We'll go.

Oh, great, fine. Run away, why don't
you? I'm sorry, Mike. What else can I

Does Tracy know?

Of course not. No -one knows who I
really am. Those are the rules. You must

that.

How did Simon Warren find you?

Warren?

Warren told you?

Me and Joe took Tracy for chips down by
the harbour. I went back to get one of

those ice -pop things and there he was.

Did he follow you home?

I don't think so.

But... Joe saw us rowing. I couldn't
tell him what was going on and he just

it. He assumed I was having an affair
and in the end I thought it was easier

let him think that.

What did you tell Tracey?

Nothing, at first.

So you were just protecting everybody?

You can't tell her.

Please. Do you want to risk her reading
about it in the press?

Warren's here.

I'm pretty sure it was him that broke in
the other night.

He's probably watching us right now.

Tracy. Sue, wait.

Why don't you use the back door? If he
is round the front, I'll give him talk.

Mr Warren.

Denise Hurley, eh?

What has Aidensfield ever done to
deserve her?

What's anyone done to deserve her?

Good point.

Then again, what has Aidensfield ever
done to deserve you?

You what?

Breaking into guest houses, splitting up
families like the Dixons.

She strung up a six -year -old boy with
a shoelace.

She was only 11.

What the hell difference does that make?

She'd been abused as a child. Her own
parents didn't even turn up at the

Oh, I... See, oh, yeah, well, that makes
it all right, then, does it?

How long do you think that kid got and
his parents?

Three life sentences, and she's out in
ten.

New identity, living the life of Riley,
all on your taxes.

The two years you spent inside, worth
it, were they?

Yeah.

And now she's going to pay.

Tracy?

Goats in that pen last night, and now
there's only three.

It's not conclusive, Vernon.

I mean, they might just have gone
somewhere else.

Yeah.

Pastures new.

Or allotments. They've been stolen!

What seems to be the problem, Bellamy?

Or shouldn't I ask?

Ah, the Generalissimo himself.

Are you going to get this lot to defend
my property, or have I got to take the

law into my own hands? Sergeant, I
really don't think... Thank you,

Mr. Scripps?

My officers will be at your premises
this evening to set up an observation

I'd be grateful if you could provide hot
drinks.

In my experience, these all -night
shifts can be very cold.

What?

Who gave it to him?

Lauren. Who else?

Well, you can't have. I've just been
with him.

If you're looking for Tracy, her dad
took her.

Can you let him? It's all right, Sue.

When? About five minutes ago. They went
out the back.

They've probably gone to Whitby.

Come on, let's go.

I was just going to check on Tracy. I'm
sorry, Tricia. She's gone.

Mike, what's going on?

Jump in the car. I'll be with you in a
minute.

Look, it's a long story. Can we talk
about it later?

Don't think I haven't worked it out.

Work what out?

Mike, she's gorgeous.

I don't even know why I'm surprised, and
I think the feeling's mutual.

Tricia, I'm just doing my job.

Oh, it looks a little beyond the call of
duty to me.

Yeah, but it's got nothing to do with
you.

Fine, if that's the way you want it.

When the day is done.

Down to earth and sink the sound.

Along with everything that we've loved
and want.

When the day is done.

She's gone.

He's taken her.

Tracy's the one.

Good thing I've done in my life.

She were poisoned, Tracy.

We can stay here, Gran.

Just till we find somewhere more
permanent.

Tracy, I didn't know.

It's true, love.

He didn't.

You go away!

It's all right.

I'm going.

now.

Tracy, I was just a child.

Get rid of her. I'm so sorry.

She's not my wife.

She was never my wife.

Mum. Let her go, Tracy.

Tracy!

Tracy, go with your dad.

No, I want you.

I want both of you.

Tracy, listen to me.

I love you.

Go with him.

You've brought me so much happiness, but
I've lived in fear for as long as I can

remember, and I don't want that for you.

The press have found me again.

will only ruin your life.

You need a fresh start.

Mum, I don't care what you did. Please.

Mum. Sue?

I'm going to be scolding myself.

Keep your voices down.

I want them to think we're all in bed.

I don't know about you, but I could do
with that overtime any day of the week.

I mean, have you got a nick of goat?

You nick a goat?

You don't keep coming back for more, do
you?

Are you two with us or aren't you? Don't
worry, Vernon.

We're like coiled springs.

So, um, how did you get on with Jenny?

All right.

You gonna see her again?

Dunno.

Might do.

She's a bright lass, ain't she?

Yeah.

Yeah, she's that all right.

Hey, David, have you got any cow's milk
in there?

Pardon? The back.

I knew it.

Now, are you satisfied?

Shh! They might be working in the
shadows.

Go on, in you go. Soon be back with you,
mate.

Evening, gents.

For the Republic menace.

I think you mean boost to the rural
economy, Oscar.

Give over, Vernon. Had to cancel the
vegetable show, thanks to you.

Yes, very good.

Where are the goats now?

We sold them.

You did what?

You're alive, well, and living with a
dealer in Derbyshire.

Derbyshire? Right.

I'm pressing charges. Well, and they
were all over the village. Tell it to

judge. What's the maximum sentence for
livestock theft?

Ventress? Well, it's up to ten years,
Sergeant.

Ten years, Mr Scripps?

A man Oscar's age might never make it
out.

Or you could just take the money back.

Bellamy, did the allotment club submit a
bill for damages?

Not yet, Sergeant.

Oh, all right.

Come on, David.

I shall be reporting this to the Chamber
of Commerce.

Right. I never want to hear another word
about goats as long as I'm stationed

here.

You don't give up, do you?

She got what she deserved.

Just 20 years too late, that's all.

If I hear so much as a whisper, see so
much as a glimpse of it in the press,

going to tell everyone who drove her
over that cliff.

Look, I'm sorry.

Mike, it doesn't matter.

I'm sorry.

I should have left you to sort things
out.

How's Tracy taking it?

Not well.

Her dad's looking after her now.