All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e04_please_please_me

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

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

I put a spell on you.

Because you're mine.

I don't like the things you do.

Oh, baby.

Going anywhere nice, lad?

Some club in Whitley, isn't it, Rob?

You should know it's your idea.

Excuse me. Have you seen Rosie anywhere?

Well, she's probably still over in the
garage.

Ah, thanks.

New boyfriend?

Well, she could do with a bit of love
interest.

Couldn't we all? Just going to, um... I
put a spell on you.

Oh, because you're mine.

You hear me?

What a little view, eh?

What, her?

The car, you dog.

It would be a lover.

Is Rosie still here?

Yeah, you just caught her. We're about
to lock up.

Rosemary, gentlemen, call up for you.

Hi, I was just about to get off home.
I've booked a table at the George.

Yeah? I thought that'd surprise you.

Look, this is getting silly. A romantic
meal for two.

Peter, please.

I don't mean to be horrible, but I
really am not going to go out with you

OK? So just stop ringing me up and
coming round and everything.

And don't send me any more flowers. It's
just a waste. I love you.

I am not going to have this conversation
with you.

Me? I'm fine.

I mean, really.

Why, do I look ill or something?

Phil, you know perfectly well what I'm
talking about.

After what happened with you and Debbie
and everything.

Oh, that.

Well, I'm allowed to ask about it,
aren't I?

Yes. I mean, I've left it long enough.

I've not even mentioned it until now.

Haven't we?

Do you know something, Phil?

You're really hard to get through to
these days.

Peggy.

Someone's taken your car.

Which way?

Towards the malls.

There's a pickup truck following it.

Oh, no.

Dafa. What?

Dafa's in the boot.

Look, David, I'm sorry, but I didn't
know somebody was going to pinch it, did

But what did you put her in the boot
for?

Because she's in season and we don't
want puppies.

Come on, David. Rob and Phil will catch
up with them. You'll see.

That's too muddy.

Something free.

Bang goes our night out.

Sitting around fretting is not going to
bring her back, is it?

There'll be no way she can suffocate.

In that heap, no chance.

That cow is so full of holes, it's like
a colander.

Do you mind?

No, I still don't get this. Why don't
you just leave her at home? What, with

that horrible thing from next door
sniffing around?

Are you going to shut her in the house?
No, because she can get out, can't she?

I didn't want to risk it. Yeah, but...
Listen, David, if you want dash -and

-cross puppies, I don't.

Well? Lost them.

Lost them? Afraid so.

Yeah, we had a puncher. Let's change the
wheel.

Oh, no.

What? They got more than they bargained
for.

Deeper.

What do you reckon?

Bring Mr B straight away? No. We'll take
that rover first.

Make him really happy.

Maybe take another.

Money for jam, eh? Yeah.

Quiz it.

Oh,

Ben, he's very lovely.

They're from Rosie's blow.

He sent some yesterday and all.

Oh.

Actually, I don't think she's that keen.

Why not?

Don't ask me.

Hiya. Morning.

Not again.

Can someone put them in the bin, please?
What? We can't throw flowers like that

in the bin.

Rosie? You know what I mean.

Over to you.

Good morning, Aidensfield Garage.

Did you get them?

No, no, no, no. This just isn't good
enough.

I want this investigated at the highest
level.

There's a dog inside. I'm sorry, Peggy,
but you can't see the sergeant. He's not

here.

He's at an important meeting up at
Division.

But this is a life -and -death
situation.

Yes, we know that. And we're doing
everything that we can.

Every police station at Division is
looking, Peggy. We've circulated the car

number and a description of Deepa. Well,
what goes that way? She's in the boot.

Whoever took the car, David, it'll let
her out by now.

She'll be on her way home.

Unless they didn't find her.

And they sold the car to the scrap metal
people and they put it in the crusher

without looking in the boot.

Well done, Geoff.

Bit of optimism.

Always helps.

Thank God, isn't it?

It would have been an awful end.

Cube dog, eh?

Right, where next?

Erm... The used car place over at
Elsa's.

Come on, then.

Phil? Yeah?

You know this chap who's sending Rosie
flowers and everything?

You don't think he could turn nasty, do
you?

No. He's silly. He's just in love,
that's all.

And people do silly things when they're
in love.

One day you might discover.

David, I won't be long.

I'll manage.

Are you sure?

Get on with you.

One little kiss and I'll forgive you.
Get off me! Rosie, I love you so much!

You're pissing me!

Why'd you put the phone down on me, eh?

For the last time, Peter, just leave me!

What are you doing?

One of your neighbours said you might
want your windows doing, love.

Well, I don't.

Just stop it.

Hey, what about her car?

Yeah, it's perfect.

I'll best do it rover first. We'll come
back for this one later.

Sorry, love.

Sorry, love.

Cheeky.

Hey, slow down, David.

Are you glad?

Have you seen out of a red and blue
Austin Goodwood on your travels, have

No. Sorry, love.

Sorry, love. OK.

Nice, lads.

Yeah, yeah.

We were round at our place the other
day.

Looking at all the sheds and that.

I think they wanted to wash the windows.

That's what they said anyway.

Hey, they really liked your car.

Asking how old it was and all that.

Oh! Are

you sure about

this?

Sergeant, there's been a breakthrough.

Two young lads in a pick -up. We saw
them ten minutes ago at a house on the

other side of Ashfordly. I asked them
about my car, but of course, naturally,

they denied all knowledge.

What is she talking about?

A couple of window cleaners came round
to their place just before the car was

taken. And if you step on it, you'll
catch them.

Mrs Armstrong, have you any idea how
many lads there are hawking ladders

calling themselves window cleaners?

But Peggy might have a point, Sarge. Her
description of the pick -up van is

exactly like the one that Rob and I
chased.

Off you go, then.

What, now?

In broad daylight?

Yeah. Quick, while he's gone.

Go on.

Hello, Rosie.

Have you got a minute?

It's just, um, I really need to talk to
somebody.

Yeah, sure, come in.

Well,

I've done from ear to ear, and I've
checked the verges as I went, just in

you got run over. Good.

Let's see, Oscar's doing this bit here.
The dance team's going out as a body.

They're going to check this whole area
here.

The postman and the butcher, they're
going to keep their eyes open on their

rounds. Carol's doing the same. And
Rosie said she's doing that bit.

Half the village is out there, Rob.
Right, so, provided the thieves let

out the boot, we ought to find her
before too long.

At least that's what I told David.

Right, better get out there myself.

Rob, has Phil ever talked to you about
Debbie?

No, not since she left.

Oh, right.

I just wondered.

I tried to bring the subject up, but he
just showed up like a clam.

I suppose it's still pretty painful.

Yeah, but it's not good to bottle things
up after such an awful thing like that.

Not that you even want to discuss it.

Well, we would have done once, of
course, but we seem to have drifted

lately.

Well, him getting married did that.

Why, and you and Jack.

Yeah, well.

Look, Gina, if anyone could draw him
out, it'd be you, obviously.

But I just don't think he wants to talk.

Well, maybe you could just have a little
word with him. Oh, sorry, Gina.

Rob, there's something I think you ought
to hear.

Did he touch you?

No. Well,

it's all right now.

I've said it all before.

He tried to kiss me.

And when I wouldn't, well, that's when
he lost his temper a bit.

I mean, he's just got this idea in his
head about me, that's all. I mean, I'm

sure he's harmless, really.

All the time, I do need to have a word
with him, I think.

I just don't want to get anybody into
trouble.

The man frightened you half to death.

I saw the state you were in when you got
here.

I just don't want to make a fuss.

And you're not.

Come on, Rosie, someone's got to make
him see sense.

If Rob speaks to him, he might actually
listen.

Where does he live? Do you have an
address?

No.

No?

Well, I only went out with him once.

I just know he lives somewhere in
Whitby.

Well, I don't know about you, but I
couldn't understand a word he said.

I think what he was saying, Sarge, was
he very nearly caught them. So the back

end of them turning into the road.

Rover in front, followed by the Morris
pickup.

The same pickup team hanging around a
couple of days ago.

Yes.

So they've struck again.

But without the registration number.

We're stuck.

Quite.

the table, Dad.

Great, I'm starving.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, Matt and Luke
rang.

They won't be back while Wednesday now.
They're staying on for cattle sale.

All right.

All on their own again, eh?

So did you, uh, did you talk to him?

No, not yet.

Rosie hasn't got his address and he's
not in the phone book, so... She's not

keen anyway.

She didn't really even want to talk
about it.

Which is understandable, I suppose.

Of course, it's not always good to keep
things to yourself.

You're right.

Oh,

here we go.

What? You've been talking to her
ladyship by any chance? I didn't know.

Well, yeah.

Yes. I know what you're on about.

I got married, it all went wrong, and
you two think it's time we all had a

old wallow.

I'm sorry, it's not what I want.

All we want is for you to feel OK.

And I do.

Fine.

But if you did want to get anything off
the chair... She's an old mate. I

should. I don't.

Fine.

Point taken.

I'm not talking to you.

David.

Well, this is all your fault, Abbe Peg.

I'm sending you to Daventry.

Coventry.

That's what I said!

What is this the ready dogs up get out
of it

How long has this pestering been going
on?

About a week.

It went out once and now he won't leave
her alone.

Why wasn't I told sooner?

Well, we didn't know anything about it,
Sarge.

Rosie kept it to herself.

Well, Andy seemed a nice enough chap.
Peter, see.

Here we are, Sarge.

And it's got form.

Grievous bodily harm, eh?

Yes, he did time. Two months.

Not such a nice chap after all.

And here's an address.

Laxton Terrace Whitby. Well done, Mr
Ventress.

Come on, Jeff. What is it? Spit it out.

Well, the thing is, you see, I just
wondered... What?

..if you'd like a bodyguard.

I mean, say no if you wouldn't.

A bodyguard?

Yeah, because of this chap.

To keep him away, to keep you safe.

Well, that's very kind, but... I mean,
Sergeant Miller would definitely let me.

Especially now we know that...

Know what?

Nothing. Jeff, is there something you're
not telling me? No, there isn't.

Look.

Al's found an old file, that's all.

And... Well, he's had his address on,
which is a good thing, because that

Rob can go round and give him a warning.

What was it about?

What? The file.

I can't remember.

Jeff.

He harmed an ex -girlfriend.

Not badly or anything, I'm sure, but...
Well, he went to prison.

Prison?

Mr Thetan, I believe you know Rosie
Cartwright.

She's my girlfriend, yeah. What about
her?

Would you mind telling me what you was
doing at 10 .30 last night?

I get it.

This is her father, isn't it?

Just answer the question.

OK. Although I'm sure you already know,
10 .30 last night...

Let me see.

Ah, yes.

I was probably just about to climb in
through Rosie's bedroom window.

Am I right?

And the rest is all history.

Dear old dad came barging in. Major
embarrassment.

I scarped her. And if you're here, I
expect he's made some form of complaint.

Silly old fool.

Hasn't a leg to stand on.

I was there at her invitation.

That's not what she's saying.

No? She says you appeared at the bedroom
window.

Uninvited. And tried to force your way
in?

Yeah.

She would, wouldn't she?

Just out of trouble.

Her father rules with a rod of iron.

She's terrified of him.

Why did you try and follow her under the
moors yesterday?

Follow her under... We arranged to meet,
for heaven's sake. Come on, Mr Seaton,

you know as well as I do. She finished
with you a week ago. And you've been

pestering her ever since.

Oh, dear.

What you're telling me is a pack of
lies. Now, I am warning you.

If you try and contact her once more, in
any way, if you try and follow her or

spy on her, you will be taken to court.
Do you understand?

Did you ever read Romeo and Juliet when
you were at school, Constable?

Star -crossed lovers kept apart by
family.

That's us.

Rosie and me.

Where have you been?

No matter.

Bit Dwayden's field.

I've been to see Rosie and I think I've
put my foot in it.

You didn't tell her about the file, did
you?

You didn't.

Well, she made me.

I wish to report a stolen car.

Right.

Mrs...? Miss Perkins.

Last night it was there, this morning it
wasn't. And furthermore, I think I know

who took it.

Two lads in an old pickup truck.

That's right.

In fact, I took the precaution of
jotting down the registration number of

their van.

I didn't at all like the way they
snooped about the place when they came

Ah, yes.

Here we are.

Miss... Miss Perkins.

You're a genius.

Do you want it off?

Yeah, please.

It's only a bit edgy after last night, I
expect. Yeah, and especially with what

Jeff Younger just told me.

Apparently Peter's been in prison.

Prison? What for?

Beating up a girlfriend.

Oh, no, Ruthie, yeah.

I mean, I'm all right here in the
village.

It's just home, I'm dreading being in
that bedroom.

I can imagine.

You know, just thinking he might
suddenly appear again.

And my brothers are away, so it's just
me and my dad.

Well, you could always stay here.

Here? Yeah, why not? I think that's a
really good idea.

Oh, no, I couldn't. Yes, you could.

I can lend you a nightie and everything
for tonight and you can pick up the rest

of your stuff tomorrow.

Stay a few days.

I'll look after you.

Brothers and fathers are all very well,
Rosie.

But you can't beat girlfriends at a time
like this. And if you're scared to

sleep on your own, I can always put the
camp bed up in my room.

Eh?

So, you got a registration number?

Thanks to Miss Perkins, yes.

And I'll phone the vehicle taxation
office.

They promised to give us a name and
address first thing.

There you go.

Thank you, Bernie.

You're more than welcome.

Thanks a lot.

Well, that sounds promising.

I just hope they've let D for out.

Yeah. Well, play diving.

How long before... Well, you know.

Without water? Three or four days.

Hello?

Excuse me, a dockage place to BMD.

Yep. Yeah, you won't ask for Gina.

She's the landlady. Oh, Gina, thank you.

Been thinking about what you said about
Gina.

Think I will have a chat with her.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, well, it's like you said.

She's an old mate and I don't want to
seem unfriendly.

Well, that's great.

And I did have another thought.

That she wants to talk about her and
Jack.

You never know.

Well, what a great little place.

Real Yorkshire.

Yeah, isn't it just?

OK, would you like to sign here, please?

Just the one night, did you say?

Well, maybe two. I'm up on business and
it just depends on how long it takes.

Right. Would you want to take your
things up now?

Only if you show me the way.

Now, now.

Come on.

Look at that.

Last of my best smile and nothing.

Probably just clocked her engagement
ring.

Ah. Have you seen Peter?

I did. I gave him a good talking to. I
told him to keep away from you or we'd

take him to court.

Court? Oh, don't worry. I'm sure it
won't come to that.

Come on.

Oh,

come on, lovey.

We're both upset about this, not just
you.

There's no need for us to fall out about
it.

How much longer are you going to keep
this up, David?

Time, ladies and gentlemen.

Good night, everyone.

Good night. Good night. Good night.

Gina? Yeah?

I wondered if we could have a little
chat.

Of course you can. Come through.

Yeah, er... I just wanted to say I
appreciate you trying to be helpful the

day.

That's all.

Oh. And that's her, is it?

Yeah.

You don't want to talk to me about
Debbie. You just want to thank me for

Yeah, and...

Please, don't be like Rob and try and
give me some big lecture about bottling

things up.

See, the way I deal with things is to
bottle them up.

That's the way I am.

You should know that.

OK.

Look, and Debbie did hurt me, yes.

And I've been feeling pretty terrible
ever since, yes. But it doesn't help me

talk about it.

Look, are you sure, Phil?

It must have been so awful.

You really did love her, didn't you?

And the kids.

You put your heart and soul into making
a little family there.

It's the story of my life, though, isn't
it?

Trying to make little families.

Oh, Phil.

Look, I was down, and now I'm on the way
back up.

All right?

Fine.

I'm really glad.

Good.

What about you? You and Jack?

We've not discussed that, have we?

There's no need, is there?

I gave him up, not the other way round,
if you remember.

See, you can't talk about Jack just as
much as I can't talk about Debbie.

We're as bad as each other.

Yeah.

I suppose so.

Good night, everyone.

And, uh, thank you.

It's a pleasure.

I'll be up in a bit, Rosie. I'm just
going to lock up.

Good night, Mr. Barrington.

If I get scared in the dark, can I come
and find you? No, you can't.

You better not. I'm in there, too. Oh,
is that an invitation?

No, it's not.

Well, it's nice to see her with a smile
on her face again.

Well, safety in numbers.

Yeah, right. Well, I'm off. Good night.

And keep the noise down. I know what you
girls are like when you get together. I

don't want to be woken up in the middle
of the night by girls giggling.

Good night, Oscar.

Where is she?

Her bike's out there.

So where is she?

Rosie! Get out or I'll call the police!

She's up there.

Isn't she? With someone. That's why she
didn't go home. Oscar!

Gina! Oscar! What's going on?

Nothing's going to happen till Sergeant
Miller arrives.

Who's the other man?

That's all I want to know.

Get away from the door. Is this someone
from Adenfield?

Someone from the garage?

Why won't you tell me?

The car, brother, the car, right? The
private life. It's none of my business.

All yours.

Here we are, Phil.

Name and address.

Look at that pick -up.

Sir.

Richard Johnson.

Yes, and I bet his brother Martin's
involved.

Well -known tea leaves, Jeff. Live over
in Elson Bay. Walker, bring Satan

through to the interview room, will you?
Sir.

Sergeant Miller. Not now, Mrs Armstrong.

But I'm deaf.

I shall be pleased, David. Our David
sent me to Coventry. You've got to find

can't you? Will you let go of my jacket?
Sarge, another dog's gone missing.

A sheepdog this time.

Bellamy, will you deal with Mrs
Armstrong?

Younger, you can deal with the missing
dogs.

You're our canine expert. No, I hate
dogs.

What's this about missing dogs?

Four in two days.

What sex?

Males. They were all males.

All in the same area?

Yes.

Well, that's it.

Come on, lad. Use your loaf.

What does it mean when boy dogs go
missing?

Um... They go in courting.

I always knew I should have been a
detective.

Will you tell us precisely what you were
doing last night outside the

Aidensfield Arms?

I wanted to know who she was with.
That's all.

I saw her go into the pub, and then when
closing time came round, she didn't

come out.

So you went in?

She's my girlfriend.

I've every right to know what she gets
up to.

Was she with someone from the garage?

Mr Seaton, Miss Cartwright is no more
your girlfriend than I am.

She wants nothing more to do with you, a
fact that she has made abundantly

clear. At first you were a nuisance and
now you've become a threat.

I have no choice but to take you to
court under the 1361 Justice of the

Act to appear before the magistrates
first thing on Monday morning where I've

doubt you will be bound over to be of
good behaviour.

In the meantime, I must reluctantly
release you on bail, on the condition

you go nowhere near Miss Cartwright, her
home, or the village of Aidensfield. Is

that understood?

I'll take that as a yes, then, shall I?

Yes.

In my book, frightening a young lady is
the act of a coward.

But then you've got a bit of a history
when it comes to women, haven't you?

Don't think we don't know about you, Mr
Seaton.

We do.

Yes, Alfred, it's definitely the same
pickup van we checked across the moor.

Hang on.

I'll call you back.

David.

You're not ready to come back yet. Take
another day off.

Yeah, go on, David. Go and look for
Difa.

No point looking for a dead dog, is
there? Oh, come on.

to laugh for. I'm sorry.

Kissing and cuddling.

Stay away from her or I'll kill you next
time.

Delta Alpha 2 -6 to Control, over.

Coming, Delta Alpha 2 -6.

Alf, tell Miller I've followed them to
the old brick warehouse off the

Elthambury Road.

They're just going in that... Hang on.

It's the Nora, Alf.

That bloke is staying at the pub.

What will the magistrates do now, then?

Bind him over to be of good behaviour,
that's the usual.

Doesn't seem enough somehow.

I know, but... The law's pretty weak on
this sort of thing.

Well, it oughtn't to be.

I agree. Deeper!

Where have you been, girl? What happened
to you?

You tough dog. What are you up to?

Vintage cars, I said. Pre -war vintage.

Not 1950s. There's no market for this,
sir.

I can't give you a penny for these.

What?

I've had a wasted journey.

Goodbye. No, come on, Mr. Bean. Be
reasonable.

You've got to give us something.

Get out of my way.

You can't do this to us, Mr. Bean.

I'm arrested, all three of you, on a
charge of theft.

I beg your pardon? Court redundant, I'm
afraid, sir.

In possession of stolen property, namely
three motor vehicles. I had nothing to

do with it, I swear. You liar!

You dirty, stinking liar! I'll do!

Deja!

Deja! Oh, Deja, I am sorry!

What happened? David, Deepa's here.
Look.

Oh, Deepa.

I thought I'd lost you forever.

Yeah, now I remember. Now I remember
everything.

Remember what?

It was Deepa.

She came in and she saved me from that
man that was trying to kill me.

What man, then?

It was that man that bought you flowers,
Rosie.

She comes on like a rose.

But everybody knows.

She'll get you in dust.

You can look, but you better not turn.

Poison Ivy.

Poison Ivy.

Late at night while you're sleeping.
Poison Ivy comes to take it all out.

Why did you do it, Jay?

Sir,

what about Peter Seaton, then?

Why, he's been charged with actual
bodily harm. Oh, good.

Yeah, and knowing he's previous, with a
bit of luck, he'll get a longer stretch

inside this time.

You got him?

Yeah.

I've been doing a lot of thinking since
Jack left.

And I've realised that people like that
Mr Barrington, you know, he might flirt

with me, but I'm just not interested
anymore.

Okay.

You know, I always thought I had to find
someone different.

The exotic stranger will turn me into
something new.

But each time I did, like with Jack, I
always found that in the end, I didn't

really care.

It's funny, isn't it?

Oh, well.

Chasing moonbeams.

When all the time I didn't want a man
from a different world.

I realise that now. I didn't then, of
course.

Now I want someone from this world.

My world.

And that's what I've realised.

What are you saying, Gina?

You're special, Phil.

Jack made me see that.

And I've been wanting to tell you for
ages, but I couldn't because I didn't

how you felt after your marriage and...
Just stop it, Gina.

What? Just... Stop it!

I'm sorry.

Just think about it.

Nothing ever works out for us, does it?

We've tried it all.

Romances, engagements.

We even had a wedding day.

Not that we ever made it.

Phil, we lost our baby.

I know.

And we'll always be Daniel's mum and
dad, and I know that too.

Right, for anything else, Gina, I just
want to float on the surface. I just

to do my job, go out to the pub, have a
couple of pints with the boys and then

go home and relax.

Yeah, but... Gina, I can't take any more
pain.

OK.

Right.

Well...

I just thought, well, if you ever
thought you could, maybe we could give

another go.

That was all.

Hey, I thought we were going for fish
and chips.

Yeah, we are, we are.

Oh, am I interrupting something?

No.

You all right, mate?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

See you.

Well, gentlemen.

Quite a satisfactory day, from my point
of view.

Not from yours, of course.

And thanks to you, my clear -up rate.

Yes? Another dog's gone missing, Sarge,
in Abersfield.

A Dachshund.

Yes.

Now, Peggy.

Yeah? Do you reckon that Deepa really
will have puppies?

I sincerely hope not.

We'll just have to keep our fingers
crossed.

Deepa? Come on, girl.

Here you are.

A smart unit.

Credit to the village and a credit to
the cadets. Bernie, are you ready to

up the banner and march with me into a
golden future of petrol retailing? I've

got a gun and I'll use it if I have to.

He nearly dies defending our lives and
our liberty and now we lock him up for

defending his own.