All language subtitles for heartbeat_s15e12_auld_acquaintance

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

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

Just like this river, I've been moving
ever since.

Ain't got nobody to call my own.

You know I've been moving since the day
I was born.

Life is a game.

It's just made for fun.

I don't need no...

Oh no.

this little lot, will you, David?

What have you got there?

Ah, I'll show you.

Who's alone?

Mine. You know they had that great big
fire at that department store in

Ashfordly? Yeah. Well, they had to close
Santa's grotto.

and cancel an order for ready -wrapped
toys, and that left the old sailor with

lot of unsolved stock, and I just
happened to be in the right place and

right time for a bargain.

Aunt Peggy, you don't know any children?

No, but Santa does, and he just happens
to be standing here in front of me.

Well,

Father Christmas is here. No, David.

David, I'm looking at you.

You were made for the part. Let's hear
your ho -ho -ho.

No, no, no.

Spare a thought for the children, David.

Through no fault of their own, they're
going to be deprived of seeing Father

Christmas this year.

I mean, think of the smiles you'll bring
to those little faces.

Isn't that worth half a crown of
anybody's money?

Delta after two ports control, over.

Control receiving, go ahead, Rob.

Alf, I'm at Ashfordly Hall.

I thought he was meant to be shut up
over Christmas. Is that still the case,

over? Well, as far as I know, the big
cheese is holidaying in Bermuda and

the staff down for the duration.

Morning.

Morning.

Who are you?

The name's Ray Hallam.

What are you doing here?

I'm a mate of Charlie's.

Charlie's? I expect you locals have to
call him Lord Ashfordly.

Was it you broken at the back?

Yeah.

Can I pour you one?

You're lucky you don't need stitches.

Yes, he is.

Lockie. How did you do it?

I slipped.

He was fighting.

And he came off worst for once.

It's a good job you didn't get a thick
lip, isn't it? That would have been very

unfortunate.

He's a performer in our Christmas
concert.

Oh. What do you do?

Thing.

It's one of Mr Daniel's punishments.

Jess?

You know how Debbie and the kids are
going to see a mother over Christmas?

Yes. Well, I don't suppose you'd swap
shifts with me, would you?

You know, for the Monday after, so we
can have a bit of time off.

Oh, I can't, mate. I promised to take my
nan to see the hunt.

Well, there you go, then.

I'm offering you a way out.

I don't want a way out.

Oh, come on, that's disgusting.

What's that?

Well, Geoff here.

Rather take his nan out than help her
mate.

Do you know, if Alf was still in
uniform, he wouldn't have to think twice

that, would you? How is Mrs Lee, by the
way?

Oh, not good.

Still in pain.

Looks like she'll have to spend
Christmas in hospital.

That's bad news, isn't it?

She seemed quite pleased about it,
actually.

Walk!

Sorry to have troubled you, Doctor.

That's all right. I would have sent him
to casualty, but I don't like to let

them off the premises, especially lads
like that.

A tough nut.

Well, he's just marking time till he
graduates to Borstal.

You make it sound as though all boys
from approved school end up in Boston.

65 % of those sent to us through the
courts re -offend.

Was he joking about the singing?

No, no, no, he's a good singer.

He even enjoys it. You'd never admit it.

You're very welcome to come and judge
for yourself.

I'd like that.

Good.

So you're a friend of Lord Ashfordly's?

I've already said all this.

For my benefit, Mr. Harmon.

Charlie Ashley was my battalion
commander in the Greenhowards.

That's how I come to know him.

And you were what, private?

At first, yeah.

I scraped in because they were short on
recruits.

Raw as they come, I was.

But Charlie said I had something.

Made me a corporal.

It accounts for what I am today.

I owe a lot to Charlie.

And that's why you broke into his house?

For old time's sake?

Yeah, well, needs must.

What needs?

Look, I've been through all this. Why
don't you ask him?

Mr. Hallam's a car dealer, Sarge. A
successful one, so he tells me.

And though he runs a very straight
business, some of his customers aren't

way inclined.

So it surprised me.

Well, Mr. Hallam hears things.

Rumours of jobs being planned, stuff
being fenced, that sort of thing.

And naturally, he tells the police.

I said I was straight, not a grass.

If some people thought that, I'd have a
forecourt full of burnt -out motors.

So, you heard a rumour.

Word was out for a safe -cracker.

Someone had joined a firm, planning
country house jobs up north over

Mr Hallam's heard that Ashfordly Hall is
on their shopping list.

And he's come to stop them.

All the way from London when he could
have picked up the phone and called us.

If I want something done right, I'd do
it myself.

Especially for Charlie.

And I've not got much trust in you, like
you say.

And I reckon I was right.

Can I go now?

Go?

Oh, you can go, Mr. Allen.

Down that corridor near the cell.

What have you got, Alf?

Er, Ray Sidney Allen.

He was very busy as a lad.

Burglary, housebreaking, malicious
damage, larceny and assault.

He had two stretches in Borstal before
he was 19.

But then he disappears off the radar.

OK, we need to know more.

Cable word to whatever sun -kissed spot
the Laird has found himself, will you?

Bermuda, Sarge.

Bermuda. Very nice this time of the
year.

You know, House Mrs is in hospital.

Well... I invited myself, but I don't
suppose there's room for one more for

Christmas dinner, is there?

Good idea. I'll speak to Helen.

Look at that brown.

Oh, that didn't do anything, sir.

Can't we start without Gledhill, sir?

No.

Go and look for him, will you, Potter?

I think we'll use this and all.

Bernie said nothing to me.

Probably didn't want to bother you.

So what is it exactly you want to do?

We just want to set up a stall for a few
days with some decorations.

All in the best possible taste, of
course.

And you're sure Bernie said this was all
right?

Perhaps I know Bernie a little better
than you. You have.

See, most people think of him as that
long -faced undertaker, but I've seen

playful side, and I believe that it's
that side that he would want me and

here to show the kiddies.

Santa? David? The very man.

Go on, give her your ho -ho -ho.

Ho -ho -ho.

David's going to play Santa here. Yes.

In the grotto. And there's nothing to
worry about. Because we're after a quick

turnaround to get the queue moving.
That's good. Otherwise we'll be joining

queue across the road.

What do you mean?

Mr. Blaketon's playing Santa at the pub.

The devil he is. Who's Santa's? Got a
stone's throw apart.

Oh, Bally, oh.

Dad?

The cable you've been waiting for,
Sarge.

Ray Hallam, a good egg. Stop.

Permission to make himself at home.
Stop.

Ashfordly. Well, I suppose that's that,
then.

You better chuck him out.

Right, Sarge.

Abdominal pain?

Yep. I've said he's had several bouts.

They've taken her in, anyway.

Well, that's not good, is it, just
before Christmas?

Well, if Al's going to be on his own, do
you think he'd like to come here for

his Christmas dinner? Oh, I think he'll
jump at it. So what do you think?

Do I need a bit more padding?

No. You want to be able to run away if
things get a bit rough.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

Right, Mr Daniels. We'll get somebody to
you as soon as possible.

Sarge, Hazel Hurst approved school.

One of their kids has gone AWOL.

It's Christmas.

What do they expect?

Tell them to phone their mums and ask
for them to send them back.

You'd better go and get some details,
Walker.

It's on your way.

And you'd best keep your eye on
Ashfordly Hall for the next few days.

No, no. It's all right. I'll go.

You look, take it steady.

You're right. I think we will.

Pick that up and take it round back.

Round the back? You word?

What's all this?

What do you think you're doing? We are
removing a traffic hazard.

How do you make that out? Have you seen
our signs?

Signs for Santa on both sides of the
road pointing in opposite directions.

that's bound to muddle drivers.

Well, that's pointing towards the
funeral parlour. Who's playing Father

Christmas? The Grim Reaper?

David, if you must know.

David? Don't be ridiculous.

He's only just stopped believing in him.
There's room for only one Santa, Oscar.

Well, you can take a running jump,
because my poster was here first.

What's going on?

the season of goodwill.

They've got some father Christmas scam
going on across the road. I beg your

pardon. I'll have you know we are simply
responding to public demand.

Oh, really?

Well, you look after your business and
I'll look after mine.

Hang on a minute. We can't have two
Santas so close together. The kids will

never believe in him.

Gina's right, Aunt Peggy. Perhaps I'd
better sit this one out.

What? After all the money I've spent on
toys?

No, the only place you'll be sitting,
David, is in your grotto.

And may the best Santa win.

Well, that suits me, cos I'm doing this
for charity.

Charity? That's what I said.

Well, then we are in awe.

Are we? Yes, of course.

So why don't you take it in turn?

David, you can do the morning and you do
the afternoon.

That way, nobody loses out.

The station put out a description as
soon as we got your call.

If absconders aren't picked up within
hours, they tend to go missing for days.

I appreciate that, Mr Daniels.

Does Keith Gledhill have any money?

Not that I'm aware of. Sometimes
relatives leave money when they visit,

since he's been here, Keith hasn't had
any visitors.

Please, come in.

Take a seat.

So, no visitors? No mother, father?

His father's whereabouts are unknown.
His mother has just entered a new

relationship and has no part for Keith
in her plans.

Any other relatives?

Apparently not.

Any idea why he might have taken off
like this?

He's been involved in a few incidents
recently.

He's the sort of boy who fights for
respect, and corporal punishment

that tough guy image, so I docked his
privileges instead.

And what's your name?

Simon.

And what would you like for Christmas,
Simon?

A farm with animals.

A farm with animals?

Well, I'll have to see what I can do.

But, in the meantime, why don't you take
that?

And a Merry Christmas.

Well, that's to our truce with Bletch,
and you're going to have to shift my toy

stock in half the time.

Ah, yeah, but now all the profit's going
to the doggy hospital. Oh, yeah, now

it's going to charity.

Everything's wonderful.

What did you say if you didn't want to?

Well, how else can I compete with
Blaketon?

Well, I don't know, just go somewhere
else. No, it's too late, love it. This

the only way that I can recoup me
losses.

Look, he's still got a queue.

Hey, go and pick up some tips.

Go on.

David, go on.

Get in the queue.

Did you lock it?

Yes, it's comfortable.

It's just that there's a lad on the run
from a local approved school. No point

giving an easy target.

Oh, right.

I heard you had a look at his hand
earlier.

Keith Gladhill.

He's gone missing.

Yeah, Miller thinks that he's making for
home.

Trouble is, he hasn't really got one to
go to.

I hope he finds a roof soon.

The forecast's no.

Have you got any change?

Yeah, I think they deserve it.

Well done,

kids. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Don't you just love this time of year?

Ah.

Was that you I saw in the queue, David?

Me? Yeah. Oh.

What queue is that, Oscar?

The queue to my grotto.

Wait till tomorrow, then you'll see what
a real queue looks like.

Oh, I doubt that.

Oh, no, David's got your number, haven't
you, love? We've got a better grotto

and bigger presence than you. Aye, and a
dodgy reputation to go with them. Well,

just remember this. If David wants
another lesson, I do take kiddies of all

sizes. Right.

That's it.

The gloves are off.

I'll show you who gives lessons.

Ah, Helen, Rob.

Oscar. Good evening.

Hey, Gina. Hiya.

Have you seen Alf? No, not yet.

We've just been talking about him. I was
going to ask him over here for his

Christmas dinner, but David said he's
going to ask him over to his place. We

the same idea.

It has to be popular, eh?

It does kind of put Alf on the spot,
though, doesn't it?

Yeah, I suppose it would, really.

Why don't you draw straws, you know, and
the shortest one gets the honour?

Sounds fair.

What do you think, David?

Yeah, that's all right with me.

Right, well, we've got the straws.

Here we go.

Hi, David.

Pick a straw.

Gina.

Helen.

Looks like I'm the winner.

What's your game?

You're heading for York, you say?

I've hitched from Whitby.

Got dropped outside here.

There was nothing on the road to take me
on.

Going back home for Christmas, are you?

Yeah.

So, what are you doing in Whitby, Keith?

I work on the fish stocks.

Yeah?

You look a bit young for that.

I'll graft that back.

It's all right.

So tell me, Keith, why don't you knock?

Knock? At the door.

I didn't think anyone was in.

I wasn't going to do nothing.

Of course not.

You live here?

No.

I'm looking after the place for a mate.

Mate? Of yours?

Yeah.

Listen, unless you've got another plan.

I reckon it's better if you keep here
for the night.

It's not like we're short of room, is
it?

Come on, little boy.

I won't bite.

Now then, what's your name?

Oscar. Oscar?

Now, Oscar, what would you like for
Christmas?

I'd like a policeman's outfit.

Let me see what I have in my sack.

Merry Christmas, Oscar.

Now, who do we have here?

Gina.

Gina.

And what would you like me to bring you,
Gina?

I'd like a dolly that wheezes.

I saw you. You'll have to speak up a
little.

I'd like a dolly that wheezes.

Merry Christmas, Gina.

Ah, and who have we here?

I'm Rob.

This is Philip.

And have we both been good little boys
for our mummies and daddies?

I have.

How about Philip? Philip, Philip.

Come on, Russell. Oh, no, no, no. You
haven't told me what you want for

Christmas yet.

Spaceman's outfit.

And how about you, Philip?

Peashooter, a catapult and a spud gun.

So be it real?

Yes, yes, of course it is.

Bill, no!

Don't say bye -bye.

Rude, I call it.

Give.

Any other stuff?

Morning. Sorry to call so early.

What's the problem?

Just checking everything's okay.

Everything's fine.

Thanks.

Good. Well, you know where we are if you
need us.

Oh, one more thing.

A 15 -year -old lad's gone missing from
a local approved school. If you spot

him, I'd be grateful if you'd give us a
call.

Right.

Key? It's a very delicate matter,
Sergeant, concerning the welfare of

kiddies, those most vulnerable.

To what, exactly?

To the demon drink, Sergeant.

It's quite a bit strong, isn't it?

Not when they're being enticed into
licensed premise, is it? Will somebody

please tell me what this is all about?

Oscar. He's playing Santa at the
Amensfield Arms.

Oh, for charity?

Eh? Who asked you?

Well, no -one but... Go outside and
check we've still got four tyres on that

lorry. Why?

Well, this is a police station, isn't
it?

I take it you are making a complaint,
Mrs Armstrong?

Yeah, but that shouldn't be down to me,
Sergeant. And if you lot had done your

job properly, it wouldn't have been
allowed in the first place.

Oh, present and correct, David.

Yeah, I don't know what she's talking
about.

Oh, has Dr Trent asked you out for
Christmas dinner yet?

She has.

How do you know about that?

Oh, I was there when it was decided.

When what was decided?

Well, he was going to ask you around.

Well, with Mrs Ventress being in
hospital and that. Oh.

So we drew straws and Dr Trent got the
short one.

The fella next door was busy in the
garden, but you said he saw a lad about

time you were visiting your patient.

He didn't see him take it? No, but he
thought he had a bandaged hand.

Keith Gladhill.

I reckon so.

Well, you did warn me.

I feel sick.

It's not the money, it's my diary, my
dress book, keepsakes.

Probably been dumped by now.

Sorry, my love.

Santa Claus arriving in a hearse. Now
I've seen everything.

Ah, Sergeant. Merry Christmas.

Perhaps we could go inside.

You got your money back. What more do
you want? I want the other stuff. What

stuff? The stuff you took.

Happy now?

Where'd you get this?

I found it.

In a handbag.

Get in the car.

What for? You've got everything. Just do
it!

There you go.

Sorry.

A big one, isn't it? Happy Christmas.

Thank you very much.

Now then, who's next?

Oh, June, little girl.

After I make sure this thing's all
right.

There we are. Come on, then. There's no
need to rush.

There's presents for everybody.

In you go.

Now, say hello to Santa.

Well,

that's it, then.

Well, he should never have volunteered
in the first place.

Oh, you're probably right.

Look, Saj said you could probably set up
in the car park if you wanted to.

Well, out here in all weathers, not
likely.

No, I'll call the Rotary.

And that's to get somebody else.

Who's complained?

I'll give you one guess.

Oh, Gina, can I talk to you about Alf?

He's been acting strange.

He was really pleased when Helen invited
him for the Christmas lunch, but he's

cried off this morning.

Maybe Mrs V's coming out?

No, I don't think so.

Better go.

Ciao.

You remind me of how I was when I was a
kid.

A waste of space.

What are we doing here?

We're taking in the prospect.

Yeah? Well, I've got to get moving.

Where to?

Back at my mum and dad.

Presents under the tree.

I ain't got no dad.

You've got a dad, son.

He cleared off.

Saved us the bother of murdering him.

Sounds familiar.

He was always drunk, beating us up.

Thanks to him, we never had no money.

That's what started me thieving.

Ah.

His fault is that you nicked that bag.

You're the victim, right?

Well, I say things like that, and it's
rubbish.

You do what you do because you want to.

And if you want to end up in a scrap
heap like you are, man, you just keep

the same way.

Why didn't you give me up to that
copper?

Work it out.

I can't.

You done time?

Borstal.

Two stretches.

Then I met my posh mate, Charlie.

And things changed.

Why?

Because he told me they could.

And I'm telling you now, don't make them
have to catch you.

Go back.

Take your punishment.

Do your time.

I've seen enough.

Okay.

You can show me where you dumped that
bag.

What for?

To give it back.

I don't know what's up with Alf.

I've just invited him to Christmas
dinner, seeing as he isn't going to

He's just turned me down for life.

You're going to go cross -eyed if you
stand there much longer.

I don't want to miss anything.

Like what?

You'll see.

You're back

early. What in heaven's name?

Bernie, Bernie, Bernie, no, we can do
all that. Out, both of you. No, you want

to know anything?

Where's the arm? It's for charity.

I don't care. This is a funeral parlour.
A place of dignity and respect.

What were you thinking of planning next?
Fortune stole?

Body tattooed? Ears pierced? Look, we
just need a little bit longer, Bernie.

Just go. Well, what about all the
kiddies?

Some of them have been really poorly,
haven't they, David? David, tell them

about the runny noses.

All right, give it here. I'll go in.

Then I'll drop you near the school so
you can go back under your own steam.

Clean sheet, right?

There.

Come in.

Anyone lost this?

Where did you get that?

Found it.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Got lucky.

Everything there?

No, but the money's here, so it seems
likely.

Good.

All quiet at the hall?

So far.

So you've not had any company, then?

Company?

No. You sure about that?

Yeah.

Only you've got an interesting police
record, Mr. Hallam.

I was a stupid kid, that's all.

And now you're dead straight.

That's right.

Well... I wouldn't allow any misplaced
sympathy to make you guilty of

withholding information.

Thanks for the tip.

You know, Charlie Asherley always used
to say to find a little bit of good in

everyone.

Maybe you lot should try looking.

Thanks for the tip.

Where is he?

Who? Oscar Blairton. Let him show his
face.

Did someone call?

David? Yeah? Hit him.

What? Well, what else would you do with
a snitch, a grass, and a snout, and a

telltale tit?

Sticks and stones, sticks and stones.
All right, Oscar.

Well, I wouldn't have sent for Bernie in
the first place if she hadn't started

it. There's little kiddies over there in
tears because of you.

Well, you close me down. Everyone
just... Calm down.

Oh, that's easy for you to say. We've
still got stock to ship and there's a

crowd turning ugly.

Well, then bring them over here.

What? Sergeant Miller said a grotto in
the car park would be all right. So?

David and Peggy can set up there.

Yeah? Gee, the love.

You're a genius.

Come on, then, Santa.

You think he's harbouring the boy?

Well, I'm sure I saw someone at an
upstairs window as Helen was feeding me

But there was nothing missing from the
handbag?

No, not a thing.

Right, we'd better go back there and see
what's going on.

Exactly.

I won't be a second.

Right.

Officer, is it all right?

Yes. Why?

Well, it's just that Gina told me you
turned down her invitation for Christmas

Day. What of it?

Why, Alf?

I chose not to, that's why. Like I'm not
going to Helen and David Stockwell's.

I'm not a charity case, you know.

Well, of course not.

But you'll be on your own.

I'll matter.

I'm not going to be an imposition.

You will be.

Not much.

Eh?

You wouldn't be drawing straws
otherwise.

Alf, what are you on about?

I'm talking about Helen getting the
short straw.

Alf, the only reason the people drew
straws is because they all wanted to

you. Oh, pull the other one. I'm telling
you.

Everybody wanted you with them on
Christmas Day.

Look, Helen's the winner, not the loser.

Oh.

You do.

So, with that in mind, what do you think
to joining Rob, Helen and myself?

Well, it's not too late.

Good.

Talk about playing hard to get.

Hoop line and sinker.

Delta Alpha 2 port control, over.

Nice work, we can get it. Who the hell
are you?

Keep an eye on him for me, will you?

Tommy!

Get up!

Get up!

Do you need any help?

Mr Daniels, this is Ray Hallam. He
bumped into Keith Gledhill yesterday and

him some food and a bed for the night.

Mr Hallam, I've been hearing all about
you. Oh, yeah?

Keith found his way back about an hour
ago. You can help him, Joe.

Good. Have yourself a merry little
Christmas Let your

heart be light From now on our troubles
will be out

of sight Have yourself

a merry little Christmas Make the
yuletide gay.

From now on our troubles will be miles
away.

Here we are as in olden days. Happy
golden days of

yore.

Faithful friends who are dear to us.

Gather near to us once more.

That was

terrific.

Where's the big man?

Did he think you were rubbish?

He thought you were great. He told me to
tell you.

Right.

No, he had to go before the snow set in.

But he told me to give you this.

He said if you're ever in London looking
for a job, you give him a ring.

Come on, Santa.

How's that for me?

Oh,

have you got some presents left in there
for us, David?

Yeah.

There you go.

Oh, that's for Gina. Don't open till
tomorrow.

Thank you.

Well, that's for you.

Merry Christmas.

How did you know what we all wanted?

Oh, it came to me during the night.

What about the rest of us? Yeah.

Hey, Alf.

Alf. Usual.

Oh, char.

Fine, please, dinner?

How's Mrs. Fenton?

Oh, she's as right as rain.

It turned out to be a kidney stone.

Once she passed it, they put her on a
bus back home.

Well, that is good news.

I suppose it is.

So you'll be spending Christmas Day as
usual, then?

Well, not exactly, no. She didn't have
time to arrange everything.

So if it's not too much trouble, could
we both come together?

Well... That would be wonderful, Alf.

Are you sure?

Absolutely. The more, the merrier.

Don't you just love this time of year?

Merry Christmas, everyone. Yeah, come
on. Merry Christmas.