All language subtitles for heartbeat_s15e26_accidents_happen

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

RV, what does a love kiss bring in my
memory?

Tea up.

Sounds like you had a bit of a skin fall
last night.

Have you managed to remember your name
yet?

Where am I?

I'll give you a clue.

It's not the Ritz.

No, it's all very quiet.

Just a drunk in a cell, sobering up from
last night.

I don't know, Alf.

I don't know where folk get the money
from.

24 vehicle now heading towards eight
fields over

delta

alpha 24 to control suspect vehicle
sighted heading out towards aiden's

over proceed with caution i can now
confirm these men are armed

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control.

Arch. Go ahead, Rob.

Suspect vehicle's knocked down a
pedestrian near the Adenfield Arm.

PC Bellum is in pursuit of the suspect.

I need urgent medical assistance here.
Out.

Understood.

Simon! Are you all right?

Stop moving, Mum.

Hello? Can you hear me? Can we do
anything, Rob? Water. Blanket.

I'll go get the water.

It's not moving!

It's not moving!

Come on!

It's not moving!

Come on!

Get off!

Get off!

She needs some help! Come on!

The ambulance will be here any time.

I can't wait.

I think the collision caused a tension
pneumothorax. These pleural cavities are

damaged and air's being trapped there.

I'm going to have to puncture his chest
to release it.

Can you clear everything, please?

Thanks, Gina. I'm going to put him down.

All right, everybody, stand back,
please.

Rob, can you give me a hand?

I'm going to have to be careful how we
get him aboard.

I'm so sorry.

Division have just thrown the book at
me.

It's a shambles.

We have a man in custody but we fail to
get his identity.

We then allow him to be taken from under
our noses. We get a clear sighting of

the getaway vehicle. We give chase and
it results in an accident.

An innocent pedestrian is seriously
injured and a dog is killed.

And the suspects get clean away.

I want to know who that prisoner was and
why armed men consider him worth

springing.

Cheer on, mate. We tried our best.

It's not that.

It's weird. I thought I saw her face
this morning.

Except I couldn't have done it.

Sorry, you've lost me.

Doesn't matter.

Well, they've got to be serious
villains. It takes nerve raiding a

station. Well, that's what's worrying
us. Why did they want that bloke so

You did great, though, Helen. That man
owes his life to you.

Yes. Congratulations, Doctor.

Sorry to intrude. Ridley, Oliver Ridley.

A fellow medic.

Oh. Well, sort of. Oh, yes, she is.

Well done, Doctor.

We heard that you saved a life.

Oh, I was just doing my job.

Not just a job. No. Me and Rosemary, we
meant cars. That's just a job. You meant

something a bit more precious than that.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Still, it was heartbreaking about the
dog, wasn't it?

Yeah, he loved it. Patched in Simon. You
know, you can get really attached to

dogs. I mean, look at me and Alfred.

Yes.

Simon, love.

Sometimes...

Bad things happen.

Accidents.

It wasn't an accident.

Of course it was.

The men were going fast because the
police chased them.

They had to swerve to miss the car.

That made them come off the road and
onto the pavement and kill Patch.

Yes, love.

An accident.

No. One thing caused another thing which
caused another.

It's called cause and effect.

It was an accident, love.

No. No, it wasn't.

Come on, you two. Time for bed.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry,

it's daft.

What is?

Well, I was going to tell you earlier,
but I thought better of it.

It's just that it's still bothering me.

Go on.

Well, I was convinced I saw your ex
-husband today.

What? Some bloke was crossing the road
near the bank and I nearly ran him over.

He was a spit of Barry.

He's dead, Phil.

I know.

I didn't do know.

It's just that he looked exactly like
him.

It's goodness sake, Phil. You never even
met him.

You've only seen him in photos. He's
dead.

I had to identify him with Morgan. If
you think I won't remind him of all that

again, thanks a lot.

Poor lad.

He obviously thought the world of that
dog.

Yeah, I hope it doesn't set him back.

He's got enough problems as it is.

Oh? He's quite a solitary boy.

He's never been diagnosed with an actual
clinical condition, but he does have

problems forming relationships.

Everyone says how bright he is.

Oh, he is, academically.

Science and maths.

The other kids at school tease him.

His mum reckoned he'd only ever shown
real affection for his dog.

Excuse me.

That was Gina. She's had a geth gone
missing.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Ah, hello. Tell her up, would
you? There's a good chap. And I say, I'd

like some information.

I'm very anxious to have a word with
that delightful lady you were talking to

the pub last night.

Oh, Dr. Trank, you mean?

No, no.

What? Well, Rosie, then. No, no, I think
her name was Peggy.

What do you want her for?

To show you money?

Oh, nothing like that.

Where would I find her?

Doesn't sound like he's run off without
paying, if his gear's still here.

Well, his name's Derek Brown.

Seemed quite a nice chap.

Said he was over on business for a few
days.

Didn't mention he'd be away for a couple
of nights, no? No.

Well, I don't know, maybe he's got
lucky. Met a lady friend or something.

From what I saw, he seemed more
interested in his whiskey than women.

What did this bloke look like?

Forty, I'd say.

Slim. Going quite thin on top.

He had a slight scar on his cheek.

A bottle of scotch went down the arm,
Terry.

We're better after a couple of drinks.

Relaxes me.

Listen.

You nearly blew it.

You're being well paid. You're going to
stay sober now till it's done.

Have you got that?

Morning, Mrs Jardine.

Hello, Simon.

Simon was unhappy about going to school
today.

Patch always walked with him to the bus
stop.

Then he'd trot off back home.

You were very fond of Patch, weren't
you, Simon?

School have been very understanding.

Simon's happy to do his work at home in
his room for now.

I don't see any harm in that.

As long as you don't cut yourself off
too much from the world.

He didn't sleep last night, did you?

I heard him pacing about his room.

It's understandable.

Yesterday was very shocking for
everyone.

I'll prescribe some mild sedative
tablets.

They should calm the nerves and help get
you some sleep.

Let's see tomorrow.

Right, what have you got then, Rob?
Well, this guest gave his name as Derek

Brown. He matches the description of the
man in ourselves.

Go on.

Well, I've been through his stuff.

There's initials on his bag, R .N.

Obviously he gave Brown as a false name.

But also, there's his postcard in there.

It's addressed to a Rick Napier.

An address in Old Court, London.

Gina said that he was very fond of a
drink.

And could have ended up in ourselves.

Get on to the Met.

See if we can find out anything about
this Rick Napier.

Alf, you knew Debbie's first husband,
didn't you?

Barry Black.

Yes. What do you remember about the
motorcycle accident he died in?

Well, it was a few years ago.

It wasn't on our patch.

It was down south, I think. I don't
suppose he had a twin, did he?

A twin?

No. He had a younger brother, though.

And did he look like him? Well, you
certainly know they were related.

He lives over York Way, I believe.

A bit of a scallywag.

He's done a stretch in prison, I think.

And do we know if he's out?

No.

I'll find out, though.

Mrs.

Armstrong? Yes?

And before you say, oh, I came across
this peasant in perfectly legitimate

circumstances. I'm quite sure you did.

I couldn't help noticing you in the pub
last night.

You were the life and soul of the party.

My name's Ridley, Oliver Ridley.

I've just moved into this area, and I'm
here to extend an invitation.

Oh, yeah?

To what, exactly?

David.

You might be able to help me with
something.

Oh, uh, yeah. What?

Well, I was thinking of getting Simon
Jardine a poppy.

to try and take his mind off losing
Patch.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, it's a lovely idea.

Well, I wondered if you knew anyone who
had puppies for sale. Oh, no,

not that I can think of, no.

I'll ask Aunt Peggy, but not now, she's
a bit busy. Someone's taken her out for

lunch.

Who is he, exactly?

Oh, he's a dentist.

He's opened a private practice in
Ashfordly. Must be the first time she's

near a dentist in years.

You're a striking woman, Peggy.

Blessed with a flawless complexion.

Yeah, well, that's because I get off my
backside and get out in the fresh air.

It's all natural, is this, you know?

Oh, I don't muck about much with make
-up. Indeed.

But sometimes, if nature has given a
helping hand, the results can be

How do you mean?

To my mind, you're the epitome of
natural, mature female beauty.

Give over.

But if I were to use my professional
skills on your teeth, you'd be

itself. Why?

There's no wrong with teeth, is there?

No, no, absolutely not.

But I specialise in cosmetic dentistry.

A proper scale and polish would set that
radiant smile of yours alight. Oh, I'm

gone. Are you trying to drum up trade?

No, I'm not fucking out to get my teeth
cleaned.

No, no, of course not.

I wouldn't charge you a penny.

It would be a gesture of friendship.

Oh, well.

If it's so much a note.

Yeah.

All right, then.

Nothing yet on Rick Napier and the Mets
at the phone back.

Well, well.

Seems you lot can't even protect your
own Nick.

Let alone the public these days.

What do you want, Wilkes?

I'm doing a piece about our local
Keystone Cops.

Any comment to make on yesterday's
debacle?

No. We're busy.

Now get out before I do you for wasting
police time.

The mystery prisoner's still missing,
then, I take it.

Suit yourself.

Man with no name, nicked from Nick as
boys in blue.

I've only prided myself on my tea.

Why wouldn't you?

They're exceptional, sir.

Exceptional.

You charge some fancy price for there,
don't you?

Cosmetic dentistry isn't cheap, but
you'll get in the VIP platinum package

nothing.

What's that for?

I always take photographs for
documentation and reference purposes.

Say cheese?

Cheese.

Hi, love.

What's all this?

Ask her. It's her idea.

I'm having a clear out. It's just old
clothes the children don't wear anymore.

You'd think it was a crown jewel, the
way she's carrying on.

Where's the other two?

Tea with friends.

Being kept out of the way more like.

Jane, go and tidy your room like I told
you.

Now.

She is driving me mad today.

Mothers and teenage girls, you can't
win.

Is everything all right, Debbie?

Oh, it's just a... I need dinners or
not. Check the oven.

Phil?

Yeah?

I think just give us a hug.

Yeah, and they had the liquor a few
weeks ago. Oh, lovely little pups they

I'm very grateful, thanks. Don't mention
it.

Your teeth.

They're like Hollywood film star.

Yeah.

I'm going to ring the farm.

I just hope Simon takes to the puppy.

I gather a young lad's dog died in that
police chase.

Nasty business.

Once you come sniffing around here,
Wilkes, you'll get nothing.

Just doing my job, Oscar.

The public's got a right to know.

You know what your game is?

Exploiting the misfortunes of others.

Just to sell a few papers, how sad is
that?

Yeah.

If anyone has any information, you know
where to find me.

You'd sell his own mother for a story,
that one.

They just walked in and flew the
helicopter away.

The same guy?

Yeah, it must be.

Put on our shotguns, balaclavas.

Who are they?

This is interesting.

It's a paper written way back in the
40s. Oh, yeah?

It describes symptoms similar to
Simon's.

No mention of any diagnosis or
treatment, though.

Lars, they keep doing that.

What? I'm going to get a reference book
and then remembering they're all still

at the surgery.

We are married now. Why don't you bring
them over here?

In fact, why don't you clear out the
rest of your stuff? Bring it all over

Why not?

I'll organise it.

What do you think about the puppy?

I think it's a very good idea, providing
Simon's parents don't mind.

You know, I've always thought when life
treats you badly, it's good to find

someone new to care for.

Morning, all.

Judge.

The Met finally got back to me about
this Rick Napier.

Oh, yes.

He is known to them. He served a short
prison sentence.

Whilst under the influence of drink, he
crashed a helicopter.

I want you to go back to the airfield,
find out what you can in broad daylight.

I want you to find out who he was with,
who the gang were, and why they wanted

that helicopter so badly.

Bellamy, younger.

Ask around. Has anybody heard a
helicopter last night?

We might find out which way it was
headed.

The morning post, Sarge.

Just routine.

Have you read all these books, Doctor?

I'm not cover to cover, no.

I can't even read the titles.

Oh, sorry about the clutter. David's
kindly helping me move some books over

the police house.

Come through.

How are you feeling, Simon?

Sleeping better?

He is a bit, though he had his light on
in the middle of the night, didn't you?

I'm fine, Mum.

I want to go back to school now.

You didn't say that before.

I've got science.

I want to go to school.

You must be feeling better then.

Yes, he must.

I'm sorry to have troubled you then,
Doctor.

May I have a word?

Of course.

Rob and I were thinking of getting Simon
a new dog.

There's a chance of a Labrador puppy.

Oh, that's a really kind thought.

Patch meant everything to him.

Might bring him out of himself a bit.

Thank you.

Well, of all the blooming shake.

Ridley!

You've made me a laughing stock. I want
it out of that window now.

Oh, it's just a bit of fun.

Good for business.

I've had five bookings as a result
already.

You cynically used me to drum up trade.
What have I did?

You got those awful teeth cleaned for
nothing.

Awful? I'd never have Adam Dool if I'd
realised that you were going to...

exploit me like this. Well, I'm sorry to
upset you, but the photographs are

staying. They're very good publicity.

Publicity?

All right, Matty.

Two can play at that game.

Is everything all right, Simon?

I felt tired.

The teacher said I could do with my work
at home.

Vicki's Armstrong.

He called me.

Said you had a story.

That's right.

I've got something for you that I think
might be in our mutual interest.

No reports of anyone here in a
helicopter.

You?

No. I've called the Met and asked for
more clarification on this Napier

character.

Are you all right, Phil?

Can I have a word, Phil?

Barry's brother is still in the nick of
that. Any help?

No, not really.

Well, I've tried to find out some more
about Barry's fatal accident, but I

haven't even managed to trace the death
certificate yet.

No sign of them, I'm afraid.

Yeah. Answer, sir.

D .S. Wilson came back, Sarge.

Whilst he was in jail, Rick Napier
shared a cell with a Terry Dean.

Who? Dean.

He was a member of the notorious
Marriott gang in South London. Marriott.

Ray Marriott. But he's inside, isn't he?

He's on remand in Durham, Nick.

His child comes up soon, doesn't he?

Tomorrow, in fact, in Leeds. Hang on.

There was something about it in the post
-it note.

Here we are.

Routine notification.

Prison van and escort coming through our
patch today.

If it's married, that's what they could
be planning to hit.

What's going on, Debbie?

Your dead husband is standing outside.

I didn't expect you to be here.

I was going to leave you this.

I tried to explain everything in there,
but it's not easy.

I hope one day you'll find it in your
heart to forgive me.

For what?

For leaving.

For lying to me all this time.

He was my first love.

The love of my life.

The father of my children.

You told me he was dead.

He was broke.

Couldn't cope, so he ran off abroad to
South Africa, leaving me with three

kids. He wasn't going to see them grow
up, so I decided for the sake of the

children it was better to give them a
completely fresh start, so I told them

died.

To your kids.

To me.

Everyone.

I needed to put it in the past.

It never crossed my mind I'd see him
again.

He says the thought of what he did has
always haunted him.

He's missed his kids.

He's done really well for himself out
there. He's got his own business and a

nice house and...

Something for him. Oh, well, that's all
right, then.

He leaves his mess to be cleared up by
somebody else.

But when he gets himself sorted, he can
just come back and take it all back.

Phil, I understand how you feel, but
whatever else he is, he is their father.

And I'm doing this for them, for their
future.

I love those kids.

I love them.

Like they were my own children.

Debbie, there's nothing I can do to make
you stay.

I must go.

And that's it, is it?

I don't even get to say goodbye to them.
It would be too painful all round.

They're confused enough as it is.

Where are they? I want to talk to them.

They're at Barry's hotel with...

We're flying out this evening.

You're a special man, Phil, and I'll
never forget you.

I didn't... I do love you.

George, go.

Go to hell.

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go!

Get us out of here. Get us out of here
now.

Now.

And who wants to control?

A helicopter's put down, blocking the
bathroom or out.

Bellamy, Sergeant Miller here.

Backup is on the way. Don't do anything
rash until you have support.

Don't be stupid.

You've got me on the wrong day, pal.

Go on!

Shoot me!

See if I can.

Shoot me.

And I'll take you with me.

Come on, we know who you are!

Now!

What do you think you are doing?

Oh, he's a lovely little fella.

Absolutely adorable.

I hope Simon likes him. Oh, he will.

Yeah, you take him.

Hello.

Hello.

What is it now, Mrs Armstrong?

I'm about to close for the day.

Publicity you're after, isn't it?

In fact, similar article.

Not been published yet, but will be if
necessary.

It's about an innocent woman duped into
having cosmetic dental surgery who is

now suffering untold pain.

You're not in any pain.

Oh! Oh!

Excruciating pain.

That was the word you chose, wasn't it,
Arthur?

Excruciated. I have quotes from a doctor
about supplying painkillers for the

poor woman and everything.

What doctor?

You're not on painkillers? I can be,
though.

Do you get my drift?

Yes, I do.

It's cheap blackmail.

Oh, hang on.

It's not cheap blackmail.

Show him your teeth, Arthur.

Oh, no, nothing about us is cheap.

As well as paying me for the publicity
you've already got, you are going to

Arthur here the full clean -up works for
note.

I don't suppose they had helicopters?
You didn't seem very pleased.

However, I don't want you risking your
life like that again, understood?

But I couldn't be more proud of what you
two did today.

Well done.

We'll start the paperwork.

You enjoy your evening.

Well done, mate.

Well done, Phil. Well done, lads.

So are you going to tell me what's wrong
now?

She's gone.

Her is not dead.

She just lied and lied and lied.

Yeah, I just had a pint with him.

Oh, I asked him over for a meal, if
that's OK. Yeah, of course.

What time?

It should not be long.

I'll have to take the dog over to Simon
before I can cook anything.

Well, I'll pop him over if you like.

Come here, you little rascal.

There you go.

Yeah.

smasher. I love him.

He's up in his room working away as
usual.

Oh, well, give him that when he's ready.
Say it was from Helen.

No, come on up. He can thank you
himself.

Look, Simon.

PC Walker and the doctor want to give
him to you.

Don't you want to hold him?

His knife.

But it's not patch.

Well, he hasn't got a name yet.

That's up to you.

Just for warm and soft.

There you go.

I'll give you something to do rather
than hiding away up here.

Looks like you've been busy.

Chemistry, eh?

What, you get this from the school lab?

Came home early from school today, his
bag was bulging.

Been up here all afternoon.

Ammonium nitrate?

Detonator? Timer?

Looks like some sort of design for a
homemade bomb.

That's exactly what it is.

You've actually made a bomb?

You chased the men.

That made them swerve onto the pavement.

Their car killed Patch.

So it was your fault.

Are you saying you've made this?

Simon? Where's the bomb now?

With the boxes David was taking to the
police house.

Hello?

Gina?

Oh, I can't believe it.

Poor Phil.

Find the number again, 374.

Yeah.

Well, he's going to come over here.

He shouldn't be on his own tonight.

No.

What a dream I had.

Breasted organdy.

Floated in crinoline.

Of smoky burgundy.

Softer than the rain.

I wandered empty streets down.

Past the shop displays.

I heard cathedral bells.

As I walked on And when you laughed at
me

Your cheeks flashed with the night We
walked on Frosted Field

Juniper and...

Felt you warm and near.

I kissed your honey hand with my
grateful tears.