All language subtitles for Heartbeat S04EP14 Lost and found

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪

♪ "Something In The Air"
by Thunderclap Newman

♪ Call out the instigator

♪ Because there's
something in the air

♪ We got to get together
sooner or later

Morning, Rowan.

Morning, sir.

Well it looks like
everything's under control.

I think so.
I never leave anything to chance.

An example our local
police will follow, I hope.

Once upon a time,
long, long ago,

rural events in this
area were crime free.

But not any longer.
Why is that, Ventress?

Uh, because Sarge, the days
when everyone knew their place

and there was a place for
everyone, have gone.

Well done, Ventress.

People confuse liberty
with licence

and forget all about obligation
and responsibility.

Which is why this weekend,
all three of you

will be on duty at this
year's country fete.

Yeah, but, Sarge...

- I've cancelled all leave, Bellamy.
- Sarge!

And that's final.

I'm captain of the tug-of-war team.

You'll have to go in disguise.

The man in the iron mask.

Doctor Rowan?

Hello, Jim.

How's Mrs. Stockdale today?

Well, a bit tired, but fine.

She's not been overdoing it, has she?

Well, you know Mother.

If she wants something doing, she's
not one to have others do it for her.

She really must take it easy, Jim.

Well I try to tell her, but it just goes
in one ear and right out the other.

Are my bits still in working order?

Not too bad, but you've
got to take things gently.

Well I can't peg out yet,

not until Margaret gives me
my first great-grandchild.

Any sign of that happening?

Well Jim hasn't said anything.

And her father'd be
the first to know.

But she's coming to visit,
so you can ask for yourself.

You might be able to encourage
her to take a leaf out of your book.

Listen, I'm hardly an advertisement
for family planning.

This wasn't meant to
happen, you know.

If it happened, it was because
it was meant to happen.

I mean, it's wanted, isn't it?

Yes, yes. Of course.

You young folk.
Planning and plotting.

It means nowt where the important
things in life are concerned.

It was all joy for me,
when I carried my first.

And I suppose you can double that,
seeing as you had twins.

Aye, Robert and Charlie.

Eh, a couple of lovely lads.

I bet you've forgotten
which is which.

The one on the left's Charlie,
isn't it?

No, that's Robert.

I'll get it right one of these days.

Thought the same. Inseparable.

In life and in death.

With being killed both on
the same day, in 1916.

Oh.

Was that the girlfriend
of one of the twins?

Which? Her.
Oh no. Nothing like that.

Come on. Come on.

Ah, good day to you.

This is private property, you know.

I know that, yes I know.

I'm on me way now to
see the Colonel himself.

Concerning our entry into the
Lurcher Challenge competition.

Are you spying on the
lay-out of the track is that?

Well now, officer, there's
no harm in that now, is there?

All in the name of the good sport.

Well seeing as you're a competitor,
your name should be down on my list.

Napper Minto.

Is that the same Minto as down
here as last year's cup winner?

The same, officer.

The same with the same lurcher
hound that won it for me.

Nice-looking dog.

You have a good eye on you.

She's what we call
a flyer, officer.

Feet like a cat, ears like
a bat and a tail like a rat.

All the notable features...

...of the unbeatable long dog.

Good day to you, officer.

Come on, girl.

There it is. There we are, son.

Okay Johnny, start pedalling!

Well, go on, son.

Bring the rabbit back, Johnny.

What are they up to?

He's training Alfred for the
Lurcher Challenge Cup.

It's one of the main
events at the fete.

Oi! Shouldn't he be
running after that?

Don't you start.

You know what's his trouble?
He's too flaming intelligent.

He knows it's only a skin.

He knows if he catches it, it's
not to eat, so he won't bother.

So what are you going to do?

Probably stick a pork pie in it,
see if that'll get him going.

All right. Best of luck.

I think we'll need it.

Not too fast this time, go on.

How's his training going?

Is it worth having a bet?

Got him chasing at last, but it's
costing me a fortune in pork pies.

You what?

Don't worry about it.
It's a long story.

You reckon you'll beat
Minto's dog this year?

It'll have been last year if
only Minto hadn't nobbled him.

We don't have to worry about
that this year now, do we?

Cos from what I've heard
Minto's not coming.

So who's that?

The lying swine!

Yes well, I'll leave London early.

I should be in Aidensfield
by about lunch time.

I can't say exactly how
long I'll need the room.

About three days at the most,
I should think.

Fine. Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Mr. Ward.

♪ "Let It Be" by the Beatles

♪ When I find myself
in times of trouble

♪ Mother Mary comes to me

♪ Speaking words of wisdom

♪ Let it be

♪ And in my hour of darkness

♪ She is standing
right in front of me

♪ Speaking words of wisdom

♪ Let it be

♪ Let it be, let it be

♪ Let it be, let it be

♪ Whisper words of wisdom

♪ Let it be

♪ And when the
broken-hearted people

♪ Living in the world agree

♪ There will be an answer

♪ Let it be

♪ For though they may be parted

♪ There is still a chance
that they will see

♪ There will be an answer

♪ Let it be

♪ Let it be, let it be

♪ Let it be, let it be

♪ Yeah, there will be an answer

♪ Let it be

♪ Let it be, let it be

♪ Let it be, let it be

♪ Whisper words of wisdom

♪ Let it be. ♪
Can I help you?

Oh, yes.
We spoke on the phone yesterday.

My name is Franklin.

Alright! Well, nice to
meet you, Mr. Franklin.

As soon as you're booked in
I'll show you up to your room.

Thank you.

First time in Aidensfield,
Mr. Franklin?

No. No, as a matter of fact

I trained up here during
the First World War.

Even drank in this very pub.

Excuse me?

Uh, are you the village constable?

PC Rowan. Can I help you?

I've come to report a lost suitcase.

I took the northbound
train from King's Cross

and changed onto the
branch line at York.

So when did you first
realise it wasn't yours?

On, not till I opened it to unpack
just now at the Aidensfield Arms.

Oh, some woman must have
picked up yours by mistake.

Yes, well I didn't really notice
who was sitting near me.

I'm afraid I was asleep
most of the journey.

Did you have your case
when you changed trains?

Yes. But, er...

Well, I couldn't be sure, you see.

That case is identical to mine.

You mean it's similar?

No, no, no. It's identical.

Same shape, make, right down to the
maker's stamp on the inside there.

Are you sure?
This is hand-made locally.

Yes, well, my wife was...

My late wife was a local woman.

And the case belonged to her.
But look, it's not, not the case.

It's... it's... my main concern
is for the contents.

Were you carrying valuables?

No, no, nothing of
monetary value, but er...

You see, my wife died
recently and uh...

...it was her wish to
be laid to rest here.

And that's why I've come.

It was her last wish,
and I've botched it.

Kate!

He's a bit upset.

What's the problem?

That suitcase.

He didn't have his life
savings in it, did he?

No. His wife's just died.

Her ashes are in it.

The transport police will check all
the stations up and down the line.

What if it's been stolen?

Well, as you've ended up
with an identical case

the chances are,
it's a genuine mistake.

So hopefully whoever took yours

will be just as keen as
you are to put it right.

Here we are.

Ah, thanks love.

So your wife came from up here?

Yes. We met when I trained up
here during the First World War.

Never made... oh, thank you.

Never made it overseas, though.

I caught some shrapnel in my
leg during training and uh...

Didn't do much for my
state of mind either

letting all my pals down.

I'm sure nobody felt you
let them down, Mr. Franklin.

Well, I felt I did.
And so few of them came back.

Oh no, if it hadn't
been for Liza, I...

Does your wife's family
still live here?

Yeah. I assume so.

They lived in a place
called what, Scar Top Farm?

The Stockdales?

That's them, yes.

Well, in what way was she related?

She was the daughter
of Hannah Stockdale.

But I doubt if she's still alive.

She is. I'm her doctor.

I know Mrs. Stockdale pretty well,
but she's never mentioned a daughter.

No. She wouldn't.

You see, my wife left home at 18.
Never came back.

There'd been no further
contact with her family.

And there's nothing in any
of the lost property offices?

But you will treat this as urgent.

All right. Thanks. Bye.

Well, there's no suitcase
anywhere on the line,

and nobody's reported one missing.

Henry Goodchild of Ashfordly, Alf.

They still in business?

Oh, long gone.

Taken over years back by
Hornby's Shoe Shop. Why?

Well, I was wondering if they might
they still have the old records.

That's a long shot.

Worth a try, though.
I'll get round and see them.

Good luck.

All this talk of death

makes you realize how important
it is to keep up your strength.

Human ashes.

It reminds me of a woman
who kept her old man's

in an sprinkler topped
urn in the kitchen.

Most unpleasant.

How's that?

Well a guest at dinner
mistook it for the pepper pot.

We've asked the lost property
offices to check again.

We're also trying to find out who bought
the suitcase you took by mistake.

Who bought it? But it's so old.

Yeah, I know.

They have records of the craftsman who
made it in the local history museum.

I do need that case.

As things stand, I can't even make
arrangements for the church service.

You didn't sort it
out in advance?

No, I didn't. No.

Well, there's nothing to stop you
sorting it out in the meantime.

No, indeed not.
No, well, in fact, I'll do that today.

Now, about Mrs. Stockdale,

she suffers from a
chronic heart condition.

So if you do need to contact her,

it might be best to do
it through her son, Jim.

Jim? He was the youngest.

He runs the farm now.

So the twins turned
their back on farming?

Well, no. No, they were killed
during the First World War.

(Were they?)

Well, don't worry, Mr. Rowan.

As soon as you find my case, I'll
do what my wife asked, and leave.

Go on, my beauty, my love.
Go on, go for it, go for it.

We're in trouble here, son.

I can't go.

You're knocking already?

Yes.

I've been to see the rector.

Now listen, it was
my wife's last wish

to be laid to rest in
the family burial plot.

I know that as head of the family

only Mrs. Stockdale
can grant permission,

so I'm going to have
to see her after all.

She's a frail old lady
and any sort of stress

could have serious
consequences for her.

Look, I've no wish to harm her,

but I intend to see that she does
the right thing by her daughter.

Let's go and see Jim.

Evening.

Ah, mother will be pleased.

Bit of a bonus having you
both here at the same time.

It's you we've come to see, Jim.

Do you know a Howard Franklin?

What about him?

Oh, I think he's
coming to see you.

Why is that?

To arrange a burial service.

I'm sorry to be the
bearer of bad news.

Liza died a few days ago.

Your sister asked for her ashes
to be interred in the family plot.

But your mother has
to give her permission.

He wants to see her, Jim.

He'll get nothing from Mother,
not even the time of day.

But if you speak to her,
explain what he wants...

Ah, Liza...

She left home almost 50 years ago.

Mother's never talked about
it to anyone, not even me.

She can't avoid it now.

You must try and
make her see that, Jim.

Telling Mother that
Liza's dead won't help.

It will destroy everything she's
lived in hope of since Liza left.

It's about the worst
you could do to her.

Wait here for me, will you, please?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Mrs. Stockdale?

If it's my son you want,
he's in Aidensfield just now.

No, it's er...

It's you I've come to see,
Mrs. Stockdale.

You!

We have important matters
to discuss. Family matters.

I have nothing to
say to you, mister!

It concerns Liza.

If Liza has anything to say to me,
she knows where to find me.

That's not possible.

Don't I know it,

after giving herself
over to a man like you!

Liza is dead, Mrs. Stockdale.

I lost her just over a week ago.

It was all quite sudden.

You lost Liza over a week ago.

We lost her long before.

You saw to that, didn't you?

I didn't come to rake up the past.

It's to ask your help.

You'll get nothing from me.
Not a thing.

So don't bother to ask.

I'm asking on Liza's behalf.

You've told me all I want
to hear about Liza.

Now go away.

All right.

All right, I'll go.
But I will be back.

I'll be back just as
often as it takes

to persuade you to do the
right thing by your daughter.

BRASS BAND MUSIC

I don't have to remind you lot
that we're on show here today,

so keep your wits about you.

Bellamy, you're first
on the main gate.

You two, circulate.

You two, mind the tent.

Well, come on, Bellamy. Move.

Sarge, I, er...

Ah, what is it now?

Well, I'm the captain of the
Ashfordly tug-of-war team.

This afternoon, we've got a match
against the Aidensfield Arms.

One hour, Bellamy.
That's all you've got.

One hour, then back in uniform.

Thanks, Sarge.

That's the lot, Gina.

I'll join you as soon
as I've tidied up here.

Uncle George.

He looks like he could do
with a bit of company.

Mr. Franklin, have you anything
arranged for today?

No. Not really.

Not much I can do till
my suitcase turns up.

Why don't you come to the fete?

Well, now, I mean uh...
I hadn't planned...

Will be better than
being here on your own.

You could always help out Gina in the
beer tent if you want something to do.

Pull!

- Thank you.
- Hello, Norman.

Hello, Alf.

That's what I like to see, a chap
doing his job to my high standards.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!

And now, the tug of war.

A well-matched contest between
the Ashfordly Football Club...

...and the Aidensfield Arms!

You think it'll work, Gina?

Trust me, Uncle George.
I've done this before.

WHISTLE

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Come on, Phil!

Kate! Jim Stockdale's
trying to get in touch.

His mum's had a funny turn.

Alf! Come on!

Sorry, old chap.
Didn't see you there.

Come on! Come on, pull!

Yes, come on!

What's wrong with you?
Stop looking at her and pull!

Yes! Come on!
Come on, pull!

The winners!

The Aidensfield Arms!
A big cheer!

How is she?

She's not herself.

Were you here when
he came to see her?

No, we missed each other.

I'd gone to Aidensfield to see him,
would you believe it.

I thought maybe we could
sort something out.

Why do they hate
each other so much?

It's a long story.

I was too young to understand
what really happened.

Your blood pressure's right up.

I'm still here, aren't I?

Yes.

Was it Mr. Franklin's
visit that upset you?

How do you know
about Howard Franklin?

I met him yesterday.

He turned up at the police house
to report a lost suitcase.

Did he indeed?

Do you know why he came here?

I'm not interested in
anything that man has to say.

Not even if it concerns
your own daughter?

She was the girl in the photograph
with Robert and Charlie, wasn't she?

And she married Howard Franklin.

He told us.

It was your daughter, wasn't it?

Yes.

He came all the way to
tell me she was dead.

You had a right to know.

I haven't seen or heard of
Liza for nearly fifty years.

She left us to go to him,

with only a note to say she'd gone.

That was a long time ago.

What's that supposed to mean?

A child is for life.

He took hers away from us

just as surely as he took the
lives of Robert and Charlie.

How can he be responsible
for your sons' death?

They died in the war.

It was because of him that
they joined up and were killed.

My three eldest...

...all lost because of him.

It's like taking candy off a kid.

Come on.

And you can buy me a pint.

Liza had gone starry-eyed over him.

I blame myself for letting
it happen under me nose.

But it was then he started to
work his poison on the twins.

How do you mean?

Howard Franklin had war fever.

And my Robert and
Charlie were taken by it.

They didn't have to join up.

Working the land was
a reserved occupation.

But they went all the same.

Try not to upset yourself.

I've never told anybody this.

I couldn't, because it cut too deep.

You see, I always thought
she'd come back home again.

Why do you think she didn't?

Well, it was him.

He did it. Howard Franklin.

He kept her away.

Are you sure about that?

Well he did it to spite me.

I wrote to her once...

...to tell her that the
twins had been killed...

...and that her husband
was responsible.

But she never answered.

You see, I've never stopped hoping

that she would find the courage
to break away from him...

...and somehow find her way
back to where she belonged.

Give us a hot dog.

- Onions?
- Ah.

You gotta be joking!

You're having nothing
till you've raced.

You can't run on a full belly.

Er... I tell you what.

Give us another
half dozen, will you?

I'll pay for 'em now,
and pick 'em up later.

Ta.

It's incredible she's kept
it bottled up for so long.

Well, blaming Franklin
doesn't make sense.

I know, but it's all tied up with
her love for her daughter.

She really wanted
Liza to make contact.

So why didn't Hannah
make the first move?

She did. She wrote her a letter
when the twins were killed.

Liza never replied.

Well, that wasn't his fault.

Hannah thinks he forced Liza to
sever contact with her family.

Oi!

Oh Nick, I've got a message for you.

From the station.

It's that suitcase. They found it.

Where was it?

It belonged to a woman from London.

She was on her way to Aidensfield.

She's here?

Uh no, she stopped off in Doncaster.

That's where the mistake happened.

But she's coming here later.

That's good news for Franklin.
I'll go and find him.

Here we are.

I bet you've noticed a few
changes in Aidensfield?

Actually, it's much the
same as I recall it.

But uh, I see there's a war
memorial on the green.

I might just go pay my
respects this afternoon.

Feel free, Mr. Franklin.
You've been very helpful.

You shouldn't be stuck in
here all day. You're our guest.

Well, if you're sure...

Of course I am.
Go on. I'll finish this off.

I'm sorry, Colonel. He hasn't got
a badge, he can't come in here.

It's quite all right. He's a
competitor, he's a friend of mine.

Is there a problem, sir?

Uh? Oh, one of the ???
lost his lapel badge.

But it's alright.
I know the chap personally.

What happened to it?

He lost it or mislaid it.

Oh we better check to
see if anything's missing.

If it is, it would be most
unfortunate, Rowan.

Ahem. Message from team captain.
They're running low on ammo.

He wants you to carry
over a couple of boxes.

Now. Double pronto, old chap,
or words to that effect.

Right.

Anything missing, sir?

Apparently no.
All property accounted for.

Everyone's here who should be?

No, all except two.
They're personal friends of mine.

They're snuck away early to rescue
a wife from a broken-down car.

Did they have their
gear with them, sir?

If by gear, you mean
their shotguns, no.

They're quite safe. I'm personally
responsible for their security.

Where have you put them, sir?

I tucked them away
out of sight over there.

Have you been here
since your friends left?

Oh, don't be ridiculous, Rowan.
I do have a fete to run, you know!

Mind if I look inside?

This tent has been occupied
since the fete opened.

And I would appreciate as
little time-wasting as possible.

What are these?

Well, I...

I don't know.

I think you need to contact those
personal friends of yours, sir.

Well, you can safely
leave it to us, Colonel.

Yes. Quite so.

We've got a description of the man
he thinks nicked the lapel badge.

Some joker pinches an entry badge

strolls in here with a dummy case...

...switches it for one
with a pair of shotguns...

...and nobody noticed?

Going on the description,
sarge, he looked the part.

Sarge! Sarge, some bloke's just
walked off with three revolvers.

- What?
- This lad here saw him.

He had dark hair,
late 20s, well spoken.

I mean it looked like
he belonged here.

Could be the same bloke, sarge.

Oh, when did this happen?
How long ago?

Minutes ago, Sarge.

Right. Bellamy, you and Ventress
get down to the main gate

and search everyone
as they're leaving.

Bags, car boots,
anything looks suspicious.

Rowan, you walk round with this lad.
See if he recognises anyone.

Right, Sarge.

Any problems?

Easy.

Right. Time to shut up the shop.

MUSIC: "Lily Bolero"

George, do us a favour, look after
Alfred for a few minutes, will you?

Well, I'm a bit busy, Claude.

Only be couple of minutes, alright?

- Hello, Orry. How's it going?
- Don't ask, Claude.

What, something's up?

Magician's assistant turns
up five month's pregnant.

We'll have to cancel the act.

Shame it happened, eh?
I might be able to help you out.

There's Gina! Gina!

This is Gina, George's niece.
She's in show business.

Could be your big chance.

Artiste, are you, Gina?

Me? Oh, yeah. I'm still
making me way, though.

Like I said, my magician, the
Great Malik, needs an assistant.

Well, I can do that.

We should go and have
a little word, then.

Will you excuse us, George?

Told you, didn't I.
I could be your agent!

What's the act, Claude?

It's magic.
I mean, it really is.

It's all done with a box
and thousands of swords.

What's Gina's part?

Part? Could be parts.

Oo, really?

Aye. She's just volunteered to
have herself cut into pieces.

Go ahead.
Three darts for sixpence!

- That's him.
- Where?

That bloke over there
with the hot dog.

Well, he's changed his clothes,
but I think it's him.

Right, do me a favour.

Nip back to the police tent

and tell the sergeant to wait
for me at the main gate.

Right.

♪ Uh-huh, it was the Manfreds! ♪

♪ "5-4-3-2-1" by Manfred Mann

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ The Trojans waited
at the gate for weeks

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ In a wooden horse to
the city they sneaked

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ Pulled out a man
who wasn't a Greek

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ Uh-huh, it was the Manfreds

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ 5-4-3-2-1

♪ Uh-huh, it was the Manfreds!

♪ 5-4-3-2-1! ♪

- Is this him?
- Yes.

Do you mind if we
look in your car, sir?

Not at all, officer.

No, nothing here, Sarge.

Think he could have dumped them?

Yeah, possibly.

He might be working
with somebody else.

Boot's clean, Sarge.

I think it'd be
best for you, sir,

if you volunteer to put
those weapons back.

Weapons?
Sorry, not with you, officer.

Ventress, take him
down to the station.

I want him for questioning.

Where'd you get your
hot dog from then?

The authorised traders, Sarge.

What are you talking about, Rowan?

That hot-dog van.

It's not on the list here.

The one down the far end.

He was hanging
around here just now.

Right. Let's go.

Can you switch off, please?

Had a good day?

That's right.

Are you authorised to trade here?

Oh, that. Well, I tried the office,
but no-one was there.

Do you mind if we
look in the back?

You've been selling hot
food without permission.

We have to check that your
facilities are up to scratch.

Nick, message for you.

Oh, thanks, Phil.

Ah, give Gina a lovely round of
applause, ladies and gentlemen!

And now, the lovely Gina

will prove that it is quite safe
for members of the public

to be pierced with swords
by The Great Malik.

Are you all right, love?

No!

Just relax, then.

If owt happens to my niece, Claude,
I'll hold you responsible.

Don't worry. If owt goes wrong
she'll just get a few stabbing pains.

The Great Malik,
ladies and gentlemen!

The West Riding's magical
maestro of the sword.

I want to get out!

Kate, have you seen Howard Franklin?

Gina said he'd gone for a
walk around the village.

... a note, giving ownership
of that suitecase to ....

It's one of a pair made for the
Stockdales over 60 years ago.

I thought you said the
owner came from London.

Yeah.

Margaret Holworth.

Oh no.
That's Jim Stockdale's daughter!

If Hannah finds out her daughter's
ashes are in that suitcase,

it could be one shock too many.

When did she get here?

Hey George, where's Alfred?

He's back in the beer tent.

What, you've not
left him on his own?!

Don't worry. He's all right.

He'd better be. Excuse me.

DRUM ROLL

Your applause, please,
ladies and gentlemen.

The Great Malik
and the lovely Gina!

Gran!

I'll take these upstairs.

Leave the big suitcase, Dad.

I'll want to take it in to
the police station later.

Whatever for?

It's not mine, Gran.

There was a mix-up on the train.

I didn't realized, but I'd had
taken the wrong suitcase.

What are you on about?

That's ours, Margaret.

I ought to know, love!
It was I who gave it to you.

I know it looks like mine,
but it's not.

It's full of some
man's clothing, Gran.

What man?

The chap who got
my case, I expect.

Well, is there his name or anything
inside, that might say who he is?

I don't know. I didn't want to pry
when I knew it wasn't mine.

Bring it in here, Jim.

Put it on the settee, will you.

Open it up, Jim.

Told you it wasn't mine, Gran.

No, not the things in, no,
but it's a Stockdale case.

Mr. Franklin!

I've got some good news.
We've found your suitcase.

Oh, wonderful, wonderful!

Well, I can't thank you enough.

Uh listen, I wonder if I
could I ask your advice?

Both of you?

Come on, son.
Let's get the winner out!

Come on, guy.

Oh, no!

Me dog's been nobbled!

You see, I need Mrs.
Stockdale's permission

to have my wife's ashes
interred in the family plot.

Well, I can speak to her
if that's what you want.

Would you?
Oh, thank you, thank you.

But I think you should tell us

why your wife made no
effort to contact her?

Oh, I don't know.

I know how much
she loved her family.

Mrs. Stockdale thinks you
deliberately kept them apart.

Oh, that's not true.

Well, she told me she
wrote your wife a letter

telling her that Robert and
Charlie had been killed.

She's convinced you persuaded them
to join up when they didn't have to.

So she blames you for
what happened to them.

No. No, there was no letter.

And I had no idea that Robert
and Charlie had died in that war.

Not until you told me.

I never knew. Nor Liza.

We both loved Robert and Charlie.

There'd be no reason for
Liza to hide that from me.

Oh, dear...

Oh, unless...

PA: "This is the final call for entrance
into the Lurcher Challenge Cup."

Alfred!

It's no good, Claude. He's kaylied.

"If your dog is not brought
to the start immediately,"

"they will be disqualified."

"The race is about to start."

So he can't run.

Can't run? He can't even stand.

You remember Jim.

This is my daughter, Margaret.

WOMAN'S LAUGHTER ECHOES

Howard!

Mother's seen inside the case.

Is she all right?

Hard to say.

She's hardly spoken
since she opened it.

Can I have a word with her?

All right.

I hope Mr. Rowan can persuade
my mother to do what you want.

If it was up to me and Margaret,
it'll be done as my sister wanted.

Thank you.

I don't say she's right or wrong in
her attitude to you, Mr. Franklin.

But get one thing straight.

Whatever she decides
about Liza, that's it.

Is that clear?

(Yes.)

You've brought that
man back with you?

How did you know?

Because I'm not daft, that's how.

Well I won't speak
to him, you know.

You don't have to.
You speak to me instead.

I know why he's come.
I know what he's after.

All he wants is to carry out
your daughter's wishes.

If that was his aim, he should
have done that a long time ago.

Done what, Mrs. Stockdale?

Not stopped her coming back to those
who loved her, and who she loved.

Well, he didn't do that.

But I'll tell you who did,
if you're brave enough to hear it.

I'm very aware of my
shortcomings, Mr. Rowan.

And lack of courage
is not one of them.

You remember Mr.
Franklin's accident?

He was very ill.

That's why your daughter left when
she did, to help him through it.

Yes and what was her reward

for bringing him back
to health and strength?

He turned her against her family.

He never recovered.

He suffered from
guilt, Mrs. Stockdale.

He couldn't accept the fact that he'd
lived while his friends died in the war.

And what about my
Robert and Charlie?

What remorse did he show for them?

He didn't know about
Robert and Charlie.

But I wrote to Liza and told
her what had happened.

She didn't tell him.

She didn't want him to know that you
blamed him for the deaths of your sons.

Liza felt she had to protect
him from you, Mrs. Stockdale.

Mr. Franklin!

No-one could make a case
better than Mr. Goodchild.

Father had him make two specially.
For my honeymoon.

When Liza went to follow you,
she took one with her.

And the other one I gave to
Margaret when she got wed.

Liza had left home with it.

I thought it right to use it to...
to bring her back.

Well, if you hadn't,

Margaret would never have picked
up the wrong one by mistake.

I know what Liza wanted.

Well, she's welcome to join
her own in the churchyard.

We'll all be at the service.

All the Stockdales.

You see, I always knew that somehow,

she would find her way back here.

I never stopped believing it.

Right, lads.
The end of a successful day.

I think we deserve
a mild celebration.

Rowan, how come
you're here before us?

We had another matter
to clear up, sarge.

Successfully, I hope?

Under the circumstances,
it went pretty well.

Right then, it's dandelion and
burdock all round, I think!

I told you so.

I just hope the boys from the
football team don't see me.

Where's Alfred, Claude?

In the lorry, sleeping it off.

I hope he's not
getting a taste for it.

Cos I'm not opening
a slate for him.

Hey, Greengrass!
I want a word with you.

What about?

Who do you think did it?

Did what?

Oh, God, give me patience!

Nobbled our dog, of course!

If I ever lay my hands on them,
I'll pulverise them, so I will!

Have I missed something, Rowan?

Only a few hot dogs,
as far as I gather, Sarge.

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me? ♪