All language subtitles for Heartbeat S03EP01 Speed kills1

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

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

God, it's so cold!

Hurry up.

Your hands are freezing.

So are your feet.

What are you doing?

Nick.

You left the bathroom right room.

And don't let the...

Right. Let's do it.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you. I told you.

I told

you.

Hogway on Western Front now?

Cutting is a bit fine, aren't we? Well,
it's the norm. He's gone home, hasn't

he? Late on shift, fella -y.

Couldn't do more like that.

Oh, here we go again.

My new car's been nicked.

Oh, yeah.

There's no laughing matter.

Well, that depends on your point of
view, Greengrass.

Generally, I would agree with you.

Theft is no laughing matter.

But that, coming from you... Did you say
something, Bellamy?

No, Sarge.

Then perhaps you'll take down the
details of this theft.

Only don't get too close.

There's a nasty smell in here.

Good job he's gone, then, isn't he?

Aidensfield Police.

Me.

Hello?

It's Alex.

I... Kate?

It's Alex. Something's happened.

Yeah, it's the surgery in Aidensfield.

OK, cook as you can.

Thank you. I was in... I don't know.

You were very brave.

You know, he's an idiot.

The ambulance is on its way.

I'm not going to hospital.

Alex, with any head injury, there's
serious risk. Yes, I know.

So you're going to hospital?

I'm not going.

Alf, it's Nick. Hello, Nick.

Well? What? I don't know the
registration. Hang on a minute.

You can't miss it. It's a big one. It's
a yank. Left hooker. Great big red

watsit.

I can't hear myself.

Nick, take him in the interview room.

Right.

Right, no, no, we'll do.

Where is he now?

What's going on?

The surgery in Aidensfield's been broken
into, Sarge. Dr. Fenneman's been hurt.

Right, Nick, we'll do.

Right, let's go and take a look.

It's the end of the shift, Sarge. If I
take Bellamy, you'll have to stay here

and take care of Greengrass.

Thought that would shift me.

I don't suppose I can start clearing up.

Sorry about this, Dr Rowan.

I spoke to CID on the way over.

Looks like the same gang did a chemist
in Scarborough and two surgeries in

Whitby. Bit out of their way up here,
then, aren't they? Aye.

All crowbar jobs and all.

But this is the first time someone's
been hit.

May not be the last, though.

Looks carefully planned, Sarge.

They came straight in here. They know
what they were looking for.

Aye.

Dr Rowan, any idea what's missing and
the value? At least £100 worth.

All the amphetamines and barbiturates
are gone.

Some of them are lethal if misused.

Aye.

And they all look like sweeties.

That's all we need.

Right, Rowan, that's your job for
tomorrow.

Schools.

Kate! Can you do us a favour?

Come up with a list of new patients. Any
transients or people not normally

registered with you.

I can't think of anyone, but I'll check
my notes for the last week or so.

Could you get a pound of mint for the
butchers? Because I've not got time to

any shopping.

I

want

you some, Gina.

No, it's a picket, Uncle John.

Noah, meaning that thing.

It's only you and me.

Have a nice time. I will. See you
tonight.

Ta -ra.

Ta -ra.

Come and sit down, Mrs. Briggs.

I'm sorry about the mess.

I suppose you've had.

How is Dr. Ferrenby?

They're keeping him in for a few days.

Now, how can I help you?

I think I'm pregnant again, Doctor.

Do you have any idea how many weeks?

Ten, twelve.

I don't know what to do.

I'm sick all the time. I can't keep
anything down.

I feel worn out.

I wondered if there was something I
could take.

I don't prescribe medication in early
pregnancy because of a possible risk to

the foetus.

You were Dr. Franby's patient.

He said the same.

Thank God. This doctor can't.

Oh, come on now.

Mavis, isn't it?

I see Dr. Ferrenby confirmed your last
pregnancy in July 1960.

And it was your first child?

I miscarried in September.

There's no mention of that here.

We went private.

And who was the consultant?

Mr. Holland.

I don't think I know him.

No, he's dead now.

And you haven't been back to see Dr.
Ferrenby since?

No.

Have you told your husband?

He must be pleased.

More than pleased that I'm pregnant,
yes.

They can't stand me being sick, so it's
quite fussy that way.

How long have you been married?

14 years.

And apart from 1960, no other
pregnancies?

I had another miscarriage in 1962.

Right.

Well, first things first.

Let's take some samples, shall we?

It's a great bubble car, Gina. Do you
like it?

Yeah. So, how are you? How's life? Oh,
you know, it's been quiet.

Quiet in a pub?

Well, it's not exactly Liverpool around
here, is it? I know what you mean.

Oh, you should see the old folks home
where I work.

How's it going?

How's your first week in Yorkshire?
Well, I'm no worse.

What do you do for fun?

Well, there's a few ladder lads around.

I mean, teddy boys mostly.

Charming. Hey, they're not so bad.

And they know how to have a laugh.

And you've kicked all your old habits.

Oh, come on, Gina, look around you. I
mean, where am I going to get any gear

like that in this place?

Anyway, I packed all that in.

So come on then, where are we going?

Jane, can you do me a favor?

Test on these as soon as possible.

I know I'm jumping the queue.

The just ordinary pregnant?

Yes, but the woman's 41 and has
miscarried twice. So if there are any

complications, I need to know now.

Thanks.

Yes, Constable. What brings you here?

We had a break -in at the surgery in
Aidensfield last night.

Some pills were taken.

We were worried about them getting
passed around the schools.

I see.

Was it children who broke in?

It looks like a gang's moved into the
area.

They've had similar break -ins in
Scarborough and Whitby.

I'll warn the staff to be extra
vigilant.

But we've never had any trouble like
that before.

It's always the first time.

Yes, as you say.

Oh, this looks dangerous.

Excuse me, Constable.

Thanks for letting us know.

We'll keep our eyes open.

Thanks for your help.

Hello, Dad.

Well, it's good to see you. Yeah, you
too.

Well, well done. It was a great game.
Thanks.

How have you been?

Fine, fine.

You got time for a cup of tea?

Best not. Mum's coming to pick me up
later.

Well, in that case, best leave it.

Yeah.

Maybe next time, eh?

Yeah.

Look, I, er, I'd like to go.

See you around.

Then, though, I, I, er, I...

Oh?

I wish there'd been something simple.

I've just seen Blaketon in his civets.

So? It's his day off.

He's not on till, er, two o 'clock
tomorrow.

He was watching a school football match.

Where was that, then?

Just down the road.

Ashfordly versus Pickering.

Ah.

Well, there was a lad called Graham
playing.

It was his son.

His son?

I didn't even know he was married.

Well, he's not any more.

I never know.

There's a lot you don't know, isn't
there?

But when you do, you take my advice, you
keep it under your hat.

Why?

Well, I was there when it happened.

It was about 15 years since.

Oh, it's the same old story.

A copper, never at home, wife stuck
inside with a kid.

Well, that was that.

About the only time he sees the lad is
at football matches.

Poor old Blaketon.

Aye, he took it badly.

He never mentions it, so don't you.

What's the matter, lad?

Cap died?

What's all that then?

It's like trying to get blood out of a
stone. But I managed to get the CID

reports on previous chemist and surgery
break -ins.

And don't worry, I've saved some for
you, Nicky.

Look at you.

I won't have that bedpan Hitler telling
me what to do, even if it means crawling

all the way to the ablutions on my hands
and knees.

They're keeping you in for observation.

Doctors. What do they know?

Alex, you know what they say about
doctors making bad patients.

Talking of which, do you remember Mavis
Briggs? She was a patient of yours in

1960, but went private shortly after
getting pregnant.

I most certainly do.

Why? Her husband threatened to sue me.
The poor woman was having the most

dreadful morning nausea. I refused to
give her anything for it.

He accused me of negligence.

Did you know the consultant, Holland?

Oh, yes.

He's dead now.

Why, what do you want to know about her?

Well, she miscarried with that baby, and
then she had another miscarriage in

1962. Now she's pregnant again, and I'd
really like to see Holland's notes.

Would they be stored here?

Interesting point.

I'll see what I can find out.

Give me something to do.

And it will annoy Sister Enema.

Kate, will you check my diary? It's on
the desk in my study.

Cancel any appointments.

Just for a day or two, mind.

Right. No, Sister, not the bedpan.

The telephone, if you please.

In New Orleans, they call the rising
sun.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor
boy.

And God, I know.

Didn't have a funny smell in that
motorbass.

Petrol. Must have a leak somewhere.

What have you got in yours, Cleo?

Neighbour, bloke walking his dogs,
courting couple.

No direct witnesses.

Well, there wouldn't be, would there? It
was the middle of the night.

Any mention of window cleaners?

Go on, Sherlock.

Case of the midnight window cleaners?

Both of these mention a couple of lads
dropping to clean people's windows the

day before.

Oh, I see what you mean.

They weren't locals. Never been seen
before.

Well, hang on.

Yeah, here we go. Window cleaners.

You could be right, Nick.

Hello? Kate?

It's me.

Have you had any window cleaners around
lately? I don't think so. Why?

Three of these other break -ins mention
having their windows cleaned just prior

to a burglary.

Well, we haven't had any around here.

And your job, Min?

We haven't had any. Sorry. No, all
right.

See you later. Bye.

Bye. It was worth following up.

Where did you find these two, Debbie?

Hey, they're not so bad once you get to
know them. Just as long as neither of

them put the door around me. You have
got something.

Now, they're just not my type.

Here we are, ladies.

Thanks.

So, er, do you fancy going for a walk
later, Jean?

It's Gina.

Oh, Kate.

It's Alex here.

Hello, Alex.

Listen, I've got something for you.

You have?

Can you come over this evening? Yes, of
course. I'll be in later. Oh, excellent.

I look forward to seeing you.

Oh, Kate.

Yes? Bring my whiskey, will you?

All right, then.

Bye.

There you go, Bess.

Pass us some gear, then.

Why, dear.

Why, aye.

What do you fancy?

Well, none of those for a start, you
berk.

Pass us one of the real ones from the
matchbox.

You tell them the real stuff first,
right? And when they come back and ask

more, make up the rest of the other
stuff.

Steady on, boss.

Don't worry, kid.

I've got plans. They don't include dying
young.

One damn thing after another, isn't it?

I've got to send for the vet now.

What for?

Alfred looks all right to me.

Oh, not him.

Damned horse has gone lame.

Afternoon, George.

Claude. If it's out to do with his life,
it's a certainty I shall never see my

new car again.

If anyone's stupid enough to drive
around in a stolen pink Cadillac, then

find them.

Cadillac? It's a Chrysler Imperial.

And it's probably hundreds of miles away
by now.

Well, they can afford the petrol.

Now, don't worry, Claude, it will turn
up sooner or later.

George, have you heard of any new window
cleaners in the area going around on

spec?

Not to my knowledge.

Well, can you ask around? Let me know if
you hear anything.

Oh, Aaron, while you're about it, see if
you can find out about any stolen

American motorcars, if you're joining
the fort, like.

Debbie,

I've got to go.

Oh, stay a bit longer.

I can't, isn't it, Uncle George?

What's wrong with him?

He's got to be careful, and he's used to
having me around the place.

I never saw you as one for lugging
barrels of beer around.

People change when they're stuck in
Aidensfield.

Why don't you come over sometime?

OK, next time I'll do that.

I'll get your ring next week.

All right.

See you then.

Goodbye, Mrs. Cruelheart. Goodbye.

Thank you. You're welcome.

And how you go?

Nick!

You were right.

That's nice of you to say so, love.

What about?

Window cleaners. We had some at the
surgery last week. They must have come

I was out.

Did Alex see them?

He paid them.

I thought I had a word with him.

You can come with me. I said I'd call in
tonight.

All right.

How was your trip round the schools?

Well, I had a word with the
headteachers.

I told them to keep their eyes open.

I saw a football match.

Guess who was watching?

Who? Blaketon. His son was playing.

I didn't even know he was married.

Well, neither did I.

Alf told me.

They got divorced when the boy was about
three.

He must be 18 now.

Lives in Pickering.

Blake didn't see much of him.

Not from what Alf says.

It's funny, you know.

I've worked with the bloke all this
time. I don't know the first thing about

him.

I wonder why they broke up.

Being a copper, I suppose.

Never at home.

There's a lesson for us all there.

I know.

I'm more worried about the house
doctor's luck.

Come on, you'd better get cleaned up.

I'll be ready to go in ten minutes.

Hello, Alex.

Oh, hello, Kate, dear.

Hello, Nick.

Hello, Alex. How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

Kate, I had a word with my friend in
Guiney. They sent me over Mavis Briggs'

records.

There's a suggestion the miscarriages
were linked in some way to the morning

sickness.

Thank you, Alex. These notes are going
to be very useful.

Nick wants to have a word with you, and
I've got to go and get some x -rays.

I won't be long. All right.

Here you go.

Oh. Oh, thank you, Nick. Thank you.

Alex, did you have some window cleaners
in last week?

Yeah.

Yes, I did.

Had you seen them before?

No. They said they were new to the area.

Why?

Well, could they have been the blokes
that attacked you last night?

Possible, I suppose.

Can you describe them?

Just ordinary -looking.

Early twenties, one dark, one fairish,
medium height.

They had a green van.

I'm afraid I can't be any more used to
you.

Well, if you remember anything more, let
me know, eh?

Indeed I will.

Did Kate bring my whiskey?

Stay there, son. I'll get you some
crisps.

Give us a large scotch, will you,
George? And a packet of crisps.

What's the news on Muffin the Mule?

I need you, don't I?

I can't find out what's wrong. First the
vet says it's colic, then he says it's

lame. There's got to be a difference,
isn't there?

It's doing some serious damage to my
wallet, I can tell you. You can afford

Cole. Not for much longer, I can't. Not
the way things are going.

Debbie? How did you get here?

You were going to have an early night?

I would have changed my mind, didn't I?

I went out with the lads and the lads
have come over to see you.

Uncle George, this is for me friends,
Abby.

How do you do?

What are you having?

Erm, rum and coke, please.

So, this is Adrian's field.

What are you staring at?

Not much.

Hello there.

Good evening, Constable.

I wanted the word of the doctor here.

What is it?

My apologies for disturbing you, Dr
Rowan. I've only just got back from a

meeting. Yes?

I'm Gordon Briggs.

Mavis is my wife.

Come in.

I'll leave you to it.

I take it this is about your wife?

It is.

Not to put too fine a point on it, I'd
like to know why you're refusing her

medication. Because it's dangerous to
prescribe drugs in early pregnancy.

Well, that's ridiculous.

I've just found out what she's been
hiding from me, the vomiting, the

all that.

To be honest, Dr Rowan, I would have
thought a woman would have had more

sympathy. Otherwise, I'd never have let
her register with you in the first

place. You wouldn't?

No, I would not.

In fact, we've been private before, and
much against my principles, we should go

private again.

Mr Briggs, your wife is my patient.

So? So, it's her decision.

Is it?

Would you tell her I'll see her tomorrow
with the results of her pregnancy

tests?

You all right?

Self -satisfied pompous ass.

I'm glad it's his wife I'm treating and
not him.

Good night, Captain.

All right.

Are you okay?

I feel a bit weird.

I think I've done something silly.

Debbie, have you taken something?

Um, no, no, I'll be all right. Um, get
us another drink.

I don't think you should.

Oh, my God, Debbie!

Oh, my God!

She's on something.

Do you think she's on something?

She's done drugs before.

Nick, get an ambulance, quick.

I'll go with her.

It could be barbiturate and alcohol
poisoning, but if it is, we don't know

long ago she took them.

Can I go with her?

I need to talk to you, Gina.

Do you think she's going to be all
right?

I don't know.

Let's hope so.

How do you know her?

We were friends back in Liverpool.

She's got a job in an old folk term in
Pickering.

She's only been here a week.

Have you seen much of her recently?

Only today.

She gave me a call and we arranged to
meet.

I knew she'd get herself into trouble
being here on her own.

I just had this feeling.

What do you know about Lee?

No, I didn't.

I'd have flushed them down the toilet if
I had.

Any idea where she might have got them
from?

No.

She's your friend, Gina.

You're the one she came to see.

Mr Owen, I went through all that years
ago.

I'm not going to get into trouble and I
don't want Debbie in trouble either.

This is important, Gina.

A lot of drugs have been stolen lately
and it's likely they're being sold

here.

You heard about the breaking of Dr
Ferrenby's and what happened to him?

So where did she get these from?

Look, we had a day out together.

We met a few boys, we had a laugh and I
came home.

Then she turned up here. I don't know.

I wish I knew which she'd taken.

It could be any combination.

She's stuck breathing.

Is there any pulse?

No one needs to get in touch with her
family.

You'll have a job.

Why? She's a Barnardo's kid.

And what with being new in the area, I
reckon I'm about the only person she's

got.

Tell me about these two Ted you
mentioned.

Special. Just boys hung round me.

Do they have names?

Ricky and Spike.

That's all I know about them.

Nick, can I have a word?

Yes, George.

Well, the feeling is how I'm responsible
for it.

Is she in trouble?

If she's telling the truth, George, it's
in the clear.

God help her if she's not, though.

I know he's off duty this morning, but
he's here.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I realise CID have a major
investigation on their hands, but we've

some incidents here as well.

But can I at least put some of my men
onto following up any leads we get up

here?

Thank you, sir.

You wanted to see me, Sarge?

Ah, Rowan.

This report you left last night, it
weren't the only incident we had.

There was a youngster taken into
hospital with some kind of fit.

Another lad crashed his car after
falling asleep at the wheel.

Both drugs related, were they?

Looks like it.

Now, CID are up to their ears, so they
tell me.

So I want you and Bellamy to go over to
Pickering and follow up those teddy boys

you mentioned.

Now, I've got an appointment this
morning, but I'll be back on after

Report to me then.

Yes, Doctor.

Gynaecology Department, please.

Hello.

I'd like to make an appointment for
Mavis Briggs.

On the bridge of sight, to rest my eyes
in shade of dream.

On the dreaming by, to itch you to part.
What

did you do there?

I've got heart.

What did you feel there?

Well I cried.

Well you are.

I won't be long.

Mr Briggs, I'm glad I caught you. Could
you move your car, please? I've got a

meeting in 20 minutes. Can we go inside?
I've got some information for you.

Did you not hear what I said? I've got
an urgent appointment.

Yes, I did.

But this is important for you both.

The tests are positive.

You're definitely pregnant.

But there could be complications, so
I've arranged for a specialist at

Hospital to see you.

When? 11 o 'clock.

Today? Has to be.

I was lucky he could fit you in.

And we don't want to take any risks this
time.

But Gordon's got a big meeting at half
past ten. Well, don't worry, love.

I'll drop you at the hospital, go on to
the meeting, then pick you up again.

I'd better get myself ready.

They won't be keeping me in, will they?

I don't think so, but take a few things
just in case.

I have to be at the hospital myself
later this morning, so I'll see you at

clinic. Right.

Dr. Rowan.

Will I have another miscarriage?

Let's wait and see what the specialist
says.

I haven't been taking anything since you
said.

Are there any more anywhere?

There's some in the cabinet over there.

Gordon won't throw anything away.

These German preparations.

We were on holiday.

Can I take them with me?

Go on.

Get anything out of the landlady?

No, she said she hardly ever spoke to
Debbie.

She did let me into her room, though.

And what did you find?

Gina mentioned a couple of Ted.

One called written, one called black.

You'll get fat.

I am fat.

I think it's great gear, Baz.

Want to buy some more?

20 quid. All right?

Yeah.

Fine.

You gone crazy or what? What?

What are you bringing them back here
for, idiot?

Come on, Baz, you said we'd be out of
here in a couple of hours.

Yeah, well, you get out there and flog
some more.

And don't bring anybody else back here.

Why, what are you going to do?

I'm going to finish off sorting out this
batch.

They always seem to bring me a rush job
at coffee time.

Can you identify these for me? They were
bought in Germany.

Right.

Then they should be lifted in here.

Now, they're pills.

They look like sweeties.

But if anybody offers you any, you tell
your mum or your dad to phone the police

station straight away.

Understand?

Okay. Okay.

One's Ricky, one's Spike. Do you know?

No. All right, cheers.

Hello, lads.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

No, I'm busy.

What did you say?

You heard.

Which one of you is Ricky and which
one's Spike?

Let's start again, shall we?

You do what you like.

Oh, I will, mate, don't worry.

Now then, which one of you is Ricky?

He's...

Well, you must be Spike.

You know a couple of girls called Debbie
and Gina?

Never heard of them.

Bit of all right, are they?

No, they're not all right.

One of them's in hospital with
barbiturate poisoning.

Don't we have any smoke?

Oh, yeah.

Hey! Get off!

You can't do this! All right.

It's all right to get beaten, eh?

You were with Debbie yesterday, we know
you were.

If she dies...

You gave her any of those pills, you
could find yourself off a mantel work.

Hey, look, it wasn't us. It was these
blokes. Shut it!

What blokes?

I don't know.

This fella called Baz and his mate Neil.

Is that true?

Yeah.

They got this lock -up.

Where?

Ashfordly somewhere.

Would you recognise this lock -up if you
saw it again?

Yeah. Well, let's go, shall we?

We're on our way back from Ashfordly
with two witnesses.

They may be out to show us where the
stuff's coming from.

She's only just gone in, Mr. Riggs.

Could I have a quick word?

I took this bottle of pills from your
medicine cabinet.

Can you tell me when you bought them?

Germany. We were doing Castles of the
Rhine, August 1960.

She, Mavis, started being sick. It was
ruin of the holiday, so I went to the

chemist. And she miscarried in
September.

Are you saying it was the pills?

You could just buy them over the
counter.

Not anymore.

The drug has been withdrawn.

In some women, it was found to cause
uterine spasm and contractions, and in

case of pregnant women... Oh, God.

It's not your fault, Mr Briggs.

Nobody knew at the time.

That's what they said about thalidomide,
isn't it?

God, what have I done?

What with all the trouble we'd had, the
tests and everything, we'd both been

under a lot of pressure.

When it turned out she was pregnant, I
thought all it would do is both good.

And she started being sick all the time.

There's no point in blaming yourself.

But you see how important it is to
accept medical advice.

I know we've had our differences, Dr
Rowan.

I know you think I'm interfering.

But I was doing it for her.

When you haven't got a family, that's
all you ever want in life.

See your wife.

Holding a baby?

After place.

Alf, we're at the brickworks in Leather
Lane.

We've still got these two witnesses in
tow. Can you send a backup?

That's one of them.

Right. Let's go.

Right, you take him, I'll take the
garage.

You two, stay where you are.

I'm not too sure about this one, Phil.

You'd better get an ambulance, quick.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Gordon, it's good news.

The consultant said there's no medical
reason why I shouldn't go full term.

Thank God.

Go on.

I've got to go.

Come and see me in two weeks for a check
-up.

Nick, what are you doing here?

What's happened to your hand?

I had to put a fire out.

Is it bad?

Not as bad as the fellow I dragged out.
What fellow? Dr Rowan?

Yes. Dr Ferrenby's ready to go now.

Oh, I'll go and collect him.

I'll come with you.

Yeah, what happened?

Debbie?

Gina? Are you with us?

I think so.

Well, next time you tell me you're
clean, I'd appreciate it if you'd stay

way for more than five minutes after my
back's turned.

Oh, just thank God you're all right, you
stupid cow.

Are you getting soft or what?

There he is.

Hello, Alex.

It's Blaketon.

He's a regular.

He's been doing it for years.

That's right.

So if you're very clever, you can work.

When you lose one family, you try and
find another.

Right. Now, as they say on the wireless,
are you sitting comfortably?

Yes. Well, are you?

Yes.

Right.

Then I'll begin.

Here is our Rupert, sound asleep.

tucked in his own small bed.

How little dreams he, what dark plots
are gathering round his head.

Safe in his parents' home again, he's
free from all alarm.

But in the world outside...

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why doesn't love kiss?

Pay in my memory.