All language subtitles for heartbeat_s14e26_bin_man

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

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

Oh,

Alfred.

Clear off. Go on.

Alfred, get out of there. Go on. Go on.
Get lost.

Ah!

Oscar! What is it?

Oh, it's never going to go through
there. Oh, yes, it will. Just put your

into it.

Where did you get it from, anyway?

I told you.

A sale.

What do we need a freezer for?

Oh, don't be such a dick in the mud.

Think what we'll be able to put in it.

What? Ice lollies, of course.

On tap, whenever you want them. Oh.

See how I look after my favourite
nephew?

Eh? Come on.

We'll be right back.

Not the frightening light. How would it
die?

I phoned Helen, by the way. Well, she's
the police surgeon, so I thought... OK.

If it hadn't been for Alfred, it would
have gone off at the bin then. No -one

would have ever known.

It's just been chopped off exactly at
the point we... Oh, Bernie, shut up!

Right.

First impressions only.

A left hand.

Probably male.

Hasn't done any manual work.

No ring on the wedding finger.

Severed quite neatly.

I'd guess after death.

And no decomposition, so... Must be
recent.

Do you have a plastic bag, Rob?

We need to get it over to the path lab.

Do you want me to do that?

I can manage, thank you.

What I'm wondering is, did this person
or persons put any other body parts in

any other bins?

In other words, where's the rest of the
body? Exactly.

There might not be one.

It might just be the hand.

Somebody mislaid it, you mean?

Well, through a fit of carelessness,
perhaps.

I don't really think so.

Ah, Walker.

How far did the bin men get?

Right through the village, Sarge. Just a
few outlying farms to do.

You managed to stop them?

Yes, Sarge.

I told them to take whatever they've
collected so far back to the depot.

Right.

Ventress, get me the path lab.

I'll see if they've found any
fingerprints on that hand yet.

Well, go on, you two.

Get round to the depot and start sorting
through the refuse.

Chop, chop.

Great.

And you, younger, you better check
through the outlying bins.

You know, Rosie, if Gina hadn't come out
at that exact moment, Alfred might have

run off and buried it.

I know.

Or he might have run over here and put
it in his basket.

I mean, can you imagine finding a human
hand in Alfred's basket?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to find a talk wrench.

Oh, I don't know, David.

It's all play.

It's a mess.

I spent half my life trying to find
things.

Oh, don't say anything. It'll only...

What are you two up to?

Nothing. She's trying to find a talk
wrench.

David! Well, it's where I left it, isn't
it? It's on the floor.

No, Bernie, it isn't.

And I can't get on without it.

Oh, what?

I was just... Yes?

Well, no one here's had an accident,
have they?

With a bit of machinery or something?

No.

Loft her hand and put it in.

But if anyone does come in... Yes.

Thanks, then.

No hand -related accidents at either
Ashfordly General or the Royal.

And you've tried the GPs?

Oh, yes.

So, no accidents.

Nothing on the missing persons list.

And Younger hasn't come up with anything
yet.

Ah. Any luck?

Look, Sarge.

walking through a stinking mass of
potato peelings and rotten cabbages and

chicken carbs. All right, that's enough.

Any body parts?

No.

Right. Well, I think we've done as much
as we can.

Get me D .I. Shiner.

Look, Bernie, it's no -one's fault.

Well, apart from you did have it last.

Leave it for now, eh? And I'll have a
good old clear up in the morning. No.

I'll find it in a minute. You just go
home.

Come on, then.

Night, Mrs Scripps.

Night, Bernie.

It's me.

And I just want to be near.

Be cast now.

Like a dove in the rain. Hello?

Oh, I'm really sorry.

Look, I know it's way past there, three
hours, but I feel really shaky.

Come on in.

One sleeping tablet.

Don't make a habit of it.

I won't.

Thanks, Helen.

I mean, not every day you find it
horrible.

What are you looking at?

Oh, nothing.

What?

I think there's someone out there.

Where?

Just down the road.

You better call Rob.

No.

Helen.

There's a bloke sat outside in a car,
staring at us.

Do it now.

It's probably nothing.

Not now.

It's me.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

What a shot. Good old Peg.

What are you doing?

Shooting bunnies. Got six this afternoon
and another one now.

Good, innit?

Robin? Yeah, and 20 pheasants.

We'll never eat all those.

Not for us, you silly boy.

To sell on our stall.

What stall?

David, I have told you that many times.
I haven't.

Why do you think I bought the freezer?

Well, for my ice dollies and that. Don't
be daft.

No, it's to store game in, you great
dollop.

We get as many rabbits and pheasants as
we can find, free, mind, and then each

week we take them into Ashfordly and
bingo, 100 % profit.

We?

Well, you don't think I'd leave you out,
do you, love, eh?

I mean, this is a joint venture.

You'll be doing the plucking and the
gutting.

It's nice to be out in the morning when
you've got somewhere to go.

It seems there ain't no places that can
make you feel so low.

Hardwick Green where the grass is gray,
Fezzik's Hume and Harper Hay.

Wally Range where the tomcats roll.

They're not the types of roads, but it's
home.

David.

Have you moved anything?

No.

Why, I'm looking for something.

No, no, nothing. No.

Do you have to do that?

All right.

D .I. Shine has just pulled up.

Definitely no reports of any more body
parts.

No, Sarge.

Not a sausage.

Good. With any luck, there won't be.

It could be in all different places,
Sergeant.

Sort of scattered about to avoid
detection.

The legs in Scotland, perhaps, and the
arms in... All right, young man. Just

on, eh?

Sorry, I'm late. You might have to pick
up this.

Several good sets of prints on the
sellotape, all from the same person.

And a bit of a breakthrough, as a matter
of fact. A surprise you didn't notice.

This.

Tucked inside the box.

If we can find out who wrote this, we
could discover who put the hand in that.

P -B -C -B -C -A -H -C -R -8 -6 -8. Some
sort of code, obviously.

A very distinctive handwriting.

Look at the H and the Cs.

I know that writing.

It's Bernie's scripts.

Yeah.

But think about it, Gina.

It'd take a hell of a lot of elbow
grease to cut hand off.

I mean, you've got to go through the
bones and the sinews.

Please. Shut up, Peggy. You're making
Bernie feel sick.

I ain't half as sick as I felt when I
found it.

Hey, you know what? I reckon that if I'd
found it, I'd have thought it was one

of those ladies out of a shop window.

You know, one of those dummy things.

Well, apart from the blood, obviously,
but... I think I'm going balmy.

Oh, aye.

Things keep going missing from the
workshop.

Leave them where I remember them.

Next day, they're gone.

Today was the worst yet. I can't find my
pressure gauge, my small spanner set.

Hang on, hang on.

Have you asked Rosie and David?

I can't. If I tell David, he'll tell
her, and she'll think I'm going gaga.

Don't be daft. It's true, Oscar. She
already thinks I'm busted.

I'm beginning to think she's right.

Oh, come on, Bernie. You've got years
left.

You're still a spring chicken.

Yesterday, we lost a wrench.

I knew exactly where I'd left it.

No.

I'm losing my memory.

Either you are or somebody's nicking
things.

Nicking things?

Well, somebody must be helping
themselves to your tools. And if that's

you must tell the police.

Hang on.

Mr. Scripps.

Yes? Would you step outside a minute,
please?

What's he done?

I don't know.

It'll be about that hand, I bet.

Well, think about it. He does run the
mortuary.

He might have cut the hand off by
accident in the embalming process.

Could you confirm that this is your
handwriting, please?

Yes. Excellent.

It was found in this box, which
presumably you must also recognise.

No.

Well, that's strange.

This box, Mr Scripps, with your writing
in it, was used by someone to throw away

a hand.

A hand that was found just across from
your garage in a bin.

Mr Scripps, did you put this box with a
hand in it in that bin?

No.

No, I didn't.

I'm not at all happy about all this. In
fact, I'm not putting up with it.

Get him back.

Look, Bernie.

All we want you to do is remember what
that bit of paper's all about.

A piece that leads us somewhere.

What piece of paper?

Some old invoice of mine.

Found with the hand.

Blimey. The trouble is, I can't remember
writing it.

Well, that's all right.

I'll help you.

It's just a case of jogging your memory.

There's nothing wrong with my memory.

Of course there isn't. Hey, Mr. Scrooge,
do you ever guess what everybody's

saying? Shut up, Dave. They reckon that
you've got that ham from a mortuary and

put it in a bin and forgotten it.

That's it. I'm shutting up the shop. Oh,
come on. It were only pebbly.

Baby!

There you are, Mrs. Armstrong.

Oh, lovely.

So, er, when do I get me cut?

Lenny, trust me.

Once we're up and running, we'll both be
in the money.

Meanwhile, you keep them coming. The
more, the merrier.

It's not a code, Mr Shine. It's the way
I work the invoices out before I write

them properly.

OK. What does TBCBC mean?

To be collected by customer.

And CR?

Car part!

Oh, that's CP, you dog.

I know what AH is.

Ashfordly Hall.

Right. So if we look under the Ashfordly
Hall, I count.

CR. Nothing on that page.

Car radio!

Car radio? What do you think?

Aye, yes, I recall getting a radio for
Lord Ashfordly once, ages ago, yes.

But I didn't fit it. No, one of his...
chaps must have done.

In which case, he might have collected
it from you, still in its box, and you

could have left the rough invoice in
there by mistake.

Aye, I suppose so, yeah. So it could
have ended up at the hall.

Here we are, car radio.

Eight pounds, six and eight.

Ten more ages ago, too. Five years, in
fact.

Thank you, Mr Scripps.

You've been most helpful.

Oh, Sergeant Miller's here.

Oh, good.

Walker.

Thank you. Here I am, Mr. Peters. The
hall's straight away.

Is there anything the matter, Bernie?

I think rather, uh... No, no, nothing.

Hello?

Sorry, were you... No.

It's just, I wanted a quick word, but if
you're busy... No, no, I was just going

home for a sandwich.

Would you like to join me?

No, really.

It's just, I'm not sure, but I think
someone's watching my house.

Right. For the last couple of days,
there's been a dark car parked outside.

Sounds a bit silly now I say it.

Oh, I don't want to make a big thing of
it.

I know you're up to your ears in this
hand business.

I'll take the details all the same.

I could always get Jeff or Phil onto it
anyway, if necessary.

Thanks.

You're everywhere and nowhere, baby
That's where you're at

Going down the bumpy hillside In your
hippie

hat Flying across the country

Walker had better be right about this. I
don't think his lordship will be best

pleased.

We're all equal in the eyes of the law.

Uh -huh.

Of course.

This? You seriously expect me to
remember this? I can't even remember the

When am I supposed to have bought it?

Five years ago. Five years? This is
ridiculous.

Constable Walker's here, my lord. Wants
to speak to the officers.

While you're here, Mrs Kellett, do you
remember us getting a new car radio a

years ago?

Yes, my lord. Oh, and what happened to
the box that it came in? The box? Yes,

Mrs Kellett, the box.

Unbelievable, I know, but these
gentlemen want to know what happened to

must have been thrown away, I suppose.

Sorry, Sarge, it's pretty urgent.

Jeff's found another body part.

There you are, Jeff.

I'll put it here.

Thanks, Al.

So, um, what part of the body was it?

I didn't look.

Right, lad.

Younger's find has given us a lot more
information.

One, the fingerprints on the wrapping
paper were the same as those found on

box, which means that the same person
parceled up both bits.

And two, the path lab think that the
hand and your bit...

Or almost certainly from the same body.
What bit was it, by the way?

Part of the torso.

And three, that it was frozen.

Frozen? But sure, it hasn't been cold
enough.

Unfrozen on the outside, but frozen in
the middle.

Hey, you don't suppose that... Yes,
Bellamy, I do.

The body parts were stored in a freezer.

Right, Bernie, what's the big mystery
then?

Yes. It's open.

Yes.

It's never open. I keep it very firmly
shut.

Well, if that window is open when it's
always shut and things are going

I would say you've definitely got an
intruder.

I'm not going to the police.

Well, you're going to have to.

No, I can't.

I mean, everyone would know and...

It might all be my fault, this. I could
have opened this for some reason and

forgotten.

No, I want this kept between you and me.

All right.

OK, I've got another idea.

Sorry, Mrs Kellett, I need to see Lord
Ashfordly again.

What is it now, Walker?

I know this might sound like a silly
question, but does the estate own a

freezer?

We did have, but we just got rid of it.

When? A few days ago, wasn't it? That's
right, sir. Lord Ashford thought it was

time we had something bigger, but it
hasn't arrived yet. And what happened to

the old one?

Really, what is this all about?

I've never known such a fuss, Walker.

Anyway, this is where we put all the
rubbish.

If it's going to be anywhere, it'll be
through here.

Now, what on earth do you want to say of
what I cannot imagine?

It's to do with the body parts business.

Well, so you keep saying it. It doesn't
make any sense to me, I can tell you.

Well, there's nothing here.

Lenny, just a moment.

Yes, sir?

We're looking for our old freezer. The
staff say they put it on the dump a few

days ago. Did you see it?

I might have done, sir. Well, where is
it now?

I don't know.

Well, come on, man. Do you see anyone
take it?

No?

Edward!

Oh!

Come over!

All of us goodies, have you found much
to eat?

You're eating an ice lolly.

Why is that?

Oh, I can't tell you that, Mr Walker,
because Peggy says it's a secret.

Oh, not these.

The freezer.

Do you want to see my freezer?

Yes, please.

It's not dodgy, if that's what you're
thinking.

I bought it in a sale, all legit and
above board. I don't think so. I think

came from the Ashfordly estate.

It most certainly did not.

Oh, have you been talking to Lenny
Carter?

All right.

He got it for me from the estate, yes.
But only off the dump. I can't see aught

wrong in that.

Yeah, well, neither can I in principle,
Peggy. It's just that it's needed as

part of a criminal inquiry.

You... I'm afraid so.

Sergeant Miller wants me to take it back
for forensic examination.

Now? Is there much in it?

No.

I see.

Give him off me!

Sit, Trojan, sit.

He's only doing his job.

He's an ex -pleaser.

Aren't you be gorgeous?

Am I, really?

Letter from Mr Pickersley.

Hello. Friend of Oscar's.

Security David. He's our new guard dog.

Now, if Lenny Carter found that
freezer... What?

Well, I wonder if he knows anything.

Like... I don't know.

Anything. Well, why don't you ask him,
then?

I thought he'd get a straight answer.

Good morning, all.

Any more complaints about that dog?

Two. One, it barked all night, and two,
it attacked a postman.

Get over there and sort it out, will
you?

Me, Sergeant?

Yes, you.

I'm not very good with dogs.

Ashford Lake Police Station.

Oh, hello, Helen.

Right, I'll get straight on with it.

The snooper's back.

I'll go.

Come on, Jeff.

Come on.

I'll give you a lift.

Take the brolly, lad.

That'll keep it up.

Well,

I'm not going.

Daisy.

Lie down!

He can't keep doing the punch. He's got
work to do. Well, pull that dog away.

What? There'd be no point in having him
then, would there?

I don't know what the point is anyway,
Mo. It doesn't scare people to death.

Exactly.

Where is it?

What? The dog.

Let's have a look at him then.

Oh, be careful, Mr Young.

Bearing in mind that the feeder came
from Ashfordly Hall, which is where we

think the box containing the hand came
from, and bearing in mind... Yes,

all very interesting, but events have
moved on.

We found a bullet.

A bullet?

Yes, a .455 calibre bullet embedded deep
in our torso.

Only discovered as the flesh unfroze.

So it is murder?

Yes. And if it's a .455 bullet, I'm told
it could only have been fired from a

Webley pistol.

Well, thanks for that.

What? I was approaching a suspect.

Before you come crashing in.

I've been chased by a great big dog.

Jeff, it's chained up.

What are you doing?

You may well ask.

Thanks to your little friend PC Walker,
we've lost our freezer.

Why? Oh, I don't know. Miller wanted it
for something.

Well, this lot's going to melt.

Exactly, so we've got to cook them.

Well, you can't cook.

No, David, but I know someone who can.

Here, you get on with the plucking and
the skinning while I get on telephone.

Oh, Helen, she's really nervous, you
know.

And thanks to Geoff, it's going to be
even harder to catch this snooper now,

isn't it?

Amesfield Arms.

Oi, Peg, what can I do for you?

What?

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

You know, I must say I'm surprised that
Miller is not taking this more

seriously. All he can think about is
freezers and Webley pistols.

You know, I think it's about time you
and I did a bit of snooping on our own,

don't you?

I'm warning you, Shiner, any more of
this and I shall be forced to call my

solicitor. All the same, sir, according
to our records, you do own a Webley

pistol.

Oh, come on in, then.

Well, what do you think of another half
an hour?

I might as well.

My dad will come back.

If he was there in the first place.

Can we have a word, sir?

Yes.

Do you mind telling us what you're doing
here? I don't think that's any of your

business, is it?

It is, when you've been parked here off
and on for several days, and as an ex

-police officer and a member of the
parish council, I've been asked to

investigate.

Oh,

Alf, I forgot my glasses.

Mr. C. Williams, private investigator.

Here we are.

A wartime memento of my days in the
Greenhowards. Thank you, sir.

One of you going to explain to me what
this is all about?

I'm afraid it was a gun of this type
that was used to kill our victim.

What victim?

The owner of the hand and the torso,
sir.

It wasn't this particular gun, I can
assure you. I'm the only person who

about it.

Unless, of course, you think it was me.

Unless you think I'm in there going
around shooting people and chopping them

and putting them in dustbins.

Nothing would surprise me in this job,
Lord Ashfordly.

So you were a sergeant with the
Manchester lot?

Yes, indeed.

And you were a sergeant over here at
just the same time.

And Alf?

Oh, I never rose to those dizzy heights.
They're always a constable.

Still doing a grand job, though.

Ah, yes, in civvies.

I was going to do just that when I
retired, and then this private eye job

up. How did you find it?

Pretty dull, really.

Mainly matrimonial.

Just like this one.

And you were sent up here by Matthew
Trent.

That's right.

Usual thing, pre -divorce.

Surveillance on the wife.

See if she's up to anything naughty.

So we can counterclaim.

Ah, Helen.

This is the man I phoned you about, Mr
Williams.

How dare you spy on me?

I'm sorry. I don't want a conversation,
Mr... Whoever you are.

Why don't you just go back to where you
came from and tell my ex -husband that

he's wasting his money?

I'm not up to anything.

And considering his record in that
field, he's got a flaming cheat to even

suggest it.

Don't you dare show your face outside my
house again.

Ever.

Helen, it's not his fault. He's just
doing his... I'm sorry about that.

Par for the course.

Lenny, I just want a quick word about
that freezer.

It was dumped.

Rubbish. I know.

Mrs Armstrong wanted one and I found it
for her.

And you've come round here to accuse me
of poaching. I'm not having it.

It's her problem and it's nothing to do
with me.

And if Mrs Kellett says anything
different, she's a lying cow.

Lenny, I'm not interested in whether or
not you've been poaching.

I'm interested in what was inside that
freezer when you... What did you say

about Mrs Kellett? Nothing.

No, no. Come on.

I can't believe this.

She said she wouldn't stay.

I mean, she didn't want me to see her
any more than I wanted her to see me.

I think I'd better come in, hadn't I?

Lenny was adamant.

He was out doing a spot of poaching in
the early hours of the morning when he

met Mrs Kellett.

Just near where I found the torso the
very next day, sir. No.

That's what he said, sir.

And according to him, she was carrying a
package.

I've known her for years.

She's not the sort of lady to wander
around the countryside at night popping

body parts into bins.

Ashford Road Police Station. Don't
smile, Bellamy. It's not funny. Yes, he

Yes, sir. Hold on.

It's forensics for you, Inspector.

Hello, Shiner.

So, not keen on the Mrs. Cullet idea,
eh?

Doesn't look like it, Sergeant. I see.

Make inquiries about her on the table.

Thank you.

Fingerprints.

They found several sets on the Webley,
and one of them matches the prints on

parcels. So whoever wrapped up the body
parts must have handled the gun.

Come on, come on.

Down, George, down!

What do you mean you do? Don't raise
your... No! No, fat dog, no!

I'm so sorry, Lord.

I'll fetch the dog. Is that your dog?

In a way. Well, do something about it,
or I'll have you in court under the 1871

dog sack!

I'm really

sorry, Burleigh. No, no, but I had

rather hope for an apology from
Inspector Shiner in person.

Ah, he couldn't. He's been bitten by a
dog.

Oh, has he now?

Well, that's everyone, apart from Mrs
Kellett.

Oh, for goodness sake, don't go
upsetting her. You know what

like. Easily upset.

Well, I've only upset her once, but
never again, I can tell you. It took me

months to win her round.

What was it about?

Oh, goodness me, it was years ago.

Her brother came to stay, that's right.
Set himself up in the servants' quarters

and showed no sign of leaving, so I had
to put my foot down.

I bet she didn't like that.

No, she did not.

I mean, she got rid of him, all right,
but was in the most frightful mood for

ages afterwards.

Ah, Mr Kelly, we were just talking about
you. What about your brother? What did

you say his name was? Peter.

Poor dear Peter.

I've lost touch completely, I'm afraid.

Just as well, from what I remember.

Anyway, Mrs Kellett, as I'm sure Peter
Younger has told you, we need your

fingerprints. Absurd, I know, but there
it is.

That's quite all right.

Mrs Kellett, will it be a minute? How
long ago was it? About five years, I

think. Why?

Yep, I've got that, Rob.

Last seen five years ago.

Right. Well, I'll find out what I can.

Out.

Police? Ashfordly here. Something rather
odd.

I was just... Tidying up?

I thought... What have you thought
wrong?

I'm sorry.

I was only trying to help.

Well, in future, don't.

At least it clears one thing about not
losing my marbles.

I never thought you were.

That's not what this has been about, is
it? Yes.

Oh, I am so sorry, Bernie.

Well, there's no intruder. We shan't be
needing the dog, which is just as well,

because Oscar's taking it back to Mr
Pickersley this evening.

Aw. Aw, about it, Rosemary. It was a
disaster.

Come on.

Let's get things back to how I like it,
eh?

and your orphanage is done

drying like a fire in the

sun

A minute or so.

Blankets, please.

In my bag, quick as you can.

Here you go, Doctor.

Look at yourself.

If you want the evidence, look in the
sitting room on the carpet.

I think you'll find the bloodstains are
still there.

Let's get you warm and dry first.

I had to do it.

You don't know what it was like.

The eye shall not take a statement of
you just as soon as we get you warm.

going to tell her?

Ashfordly, everything.

I was desperate.

I never meant to do it, John.

Honest, I didn't.

Take her away.

My car.

Doctor's orders.

I beg your pardon? I supplied this lot.
Fair's fair.

Come on, Gina. If you don't like it,
charge it to the boys in blue.

They was the ones that nicked my fridge,
after all.

Hey, you could have hoped, hadn't you?

Oh, look at him.

I don't know what's good for him.

Have another leg, Bernie. Go on.

Oh.

Oh, I don't know how you can do that, Mr
Scripps.

The freezer that we've kept this lot in
had a dead body in for a whole five

years. Nonsense.

Oh, no, it's true.

It's all over the village.

Mrs Kellett kept her brother in our
freezer.

He was blackmailing her, apparently.

Either she gave him her life savings or
he'd make sure that she lost her job up

at the hall.

So why put him in the freezer?

I don't know.

Panic, terror, who knows?

So where's the rest of him?

I don't know, Geoff.

I think the question is, I mean, we only
found out tonight.

Look, you know as much as I do, all
right.

Where's Rob got to? Somebody please tell
Geoff to shut up, will you?

Shut up, Geoff!

Am I forgiven, then?

Well, there's no more digs about me and
my memory.

There won't be.

I told you that a minute ago.

I should tell him again, love. He'll
have forgotten by now.

Come on, you'll catch a death.

No need to be modded.

After all, everything's all before.

Don't be that very sensible, Dr. Trent.

I'm sick of being sensible.

Are you now?

Well, maybe I'm not.

Especially when you've been so
unfriendly.

It's only because I was scared.

Scared?

Of what?

You.

Me.

I'm not paying you any more compliments
till you get these wet clothes off.

You're close.