All language subtitles for Heartbeat S05EP01 Wishing well1

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

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

We'll be

right

back.

Peace out.

Generation. Generation.

Not an object.

No facts and all.

Hey,

let's get these drunk.

We bought them this morning.

They're horrible. They smell of smoke.

They're not fire -damaged, Doc.

What makes you say that?

Well, good, good.

They're not. Which means they are. Get
rid of them, fool.

I can't. I've paid riddance to this lot.

Waste of your breath, son.

Nick, a gang of rockers have just
arrived. They look like trouble.

Yeah? Are you expecting anyone?

Could be from Whitley.

Thanks, Maggie.

What's this?

It's a boy.

16 hours labour.

Mind you, what do you expect?

The last one took even longer.

How about you?

Any sign of action?

I think I felt a bit of a twinge last
night climbing the stairs.

You have more false alarms than Claude's
dog has fleas.

Hey, watch it, or I'll send Alfred's dad
round to see you. And he's a boxer.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

Go on.

I hope you might show.

I'm in uniform, you Bert.

I've noticed.

So what do you think of swinging
Aidensfield?

I thought the only swinging round here
was done by counters.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's have some fun.

From Whitby, right?

What about it?

Oh, nothing.

That's as long as you get on your bikes
and go back.

Who are you to tell us what to do?

You've been boozing that visor for a
start.

I think we're scared of you.

Now, come on.

Your modern anti -boy's not up to
handling us, eh? You all right?

Leave it, Ollie.

Drop him, darling. You're wasting your
time.

Could do better.

Are you leaving?

Forget it.

Don't want the little mods wetting
themselves, do we?

Kids.

Got all the charm of an open grave.

Look at the state of me. I'm a total
wreck.

You look great, Gina.

I don't feel it.

It saved me right putting my neck on the
line for this lot.

It's been a huge success.

We nearly didn't get the hold, you know.
It's your neck that's wounded for us.

Let's hope there's enough room on the
dance floor for me. Come on.

What have you been up to?

Come on, let's dance.

Not the old days.

Who do you think you're playing at?

You're putting him through his paces.

Oh, I was all night when he was in short
travel, dreaming about the Garner's

death.

Constable Rowan, you guaranteed me that
there'd be no trouble.

So untie me till you arrive, Stanton.

Oh, you think so, do you?

Then see what they're doing to your van
out there.

I'll check you out.

I need the fresh air.

I've got nothing against young people
enjoying themselves, but not if it

encourages hooligans.

What's going on?

Hey, what do you think you're doing? Get
out of it! You'll get my 12 -4 of you

backside! Hey, look what's going on
here!

Hey, get out of there!

Look, don't just stand there, do
something about it!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm sorry there seems to be a bit of
trouble outside.

If you'll just bear with it, stay inside
while we sort it. All right, thank you.

Oh, this is going to go down well with
Blayton, isn't it?

I'm going to have that one.

Hey, you took your time, you nerd,
didn't you? Look at this lot.

You got much damage?

Let's just say at a time like this, I
wish I had some insurance.

Yeah, all right, back in a minute. You'd
better bring some sellotape.

Anything serious?

Just a few minor cuts from glass.

It's going to take a bit of time.

Maggie, any chance you can drop Kate
off?

Sure. Is that all right? Yeah, fine.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hey, is that the mother who did this?

Do you know her?

Like I said, Whitby.

And who's the big mouth who did the
talking?

Not sure.

You owe him no favours, are you? I don't
know, all right.

I'll call round tomorrow and put you
through your paper.

You're a hard woman, Maggie. Get away
with you.

Hello there.

Are you looking for something?

What's that?

Mr Rowan.

The lad you want. His name's Roger
Wellings.

Any idea where I can find him?

He hangs around that rocker cafe near
the front in Whitby.

Well, thanks for letting me know, Julie.

Better you sort him before others.

Who? Well, Ollie and the rest.

He thinks that rocker Roger fancies me
or something. I don't know.

After what they did to the lad's
scooters in the hall here.

Work it out for yourself, Mr Rowan.

Room service.

This is lovely.

You stink of paint.

I've got something to show you.

What? Looking on the nursery when you
get up.

What, am I reporting?

You take it easy today, OK?

You worry about you.

Leave me to worry about us.

I warned you it would end in tears,
Rowan.

It's hooliganism.

Masquerading as youth activity.

But it wasn't the village kids, Sarge.
It was that Whitby lot.

Well, you guaranteed there'd be no
trouble.

Made yourself a hostage to fortune.

I mean, you two represent the law in
Aidensfield.

We're helping kids to help themselves
can't prevent crime, Sarge. It's good

policing. Not when it brings a rat of
influential businessmen like Mr Stanton

down on our heads.

Oh, Mr Stanton's also a prominent member
of our local council.

The expert on the blindingly obvious has
spoken.

Thank you, Ventress.

Now, look, mend fences with Stanton.
He's worried about his daughter, Julie,

running around with these louts. So just
find out who's responsible for this

malicious damage and arrest them.

Here, Al.

Sarge?

What is it?

Well, I thought this piece was lead, but
it's hallmarked.

Solid gold, Sarge.

Now, why would a hooligan chuck a gold
bar through a window?

Well, they wouldn't have known, would
they? It was framed and painted.

If it is gold, it must have been nicked.

Don't be cheeky. Off you go.

Hello,

Nessie. Unexpected guest.

Oh, Dr. Rowan. I never expected you'd
come today.

Don't know what they're doing back
around here like that.

I brought you your pill.

Oh, ta.

I thought you'd given up attending to
folk just now.

Still keeping an eye on my special
people.

Well, since you're here, you'll have
time for a cup of tea, won't you?

Is the kettle on?

It will be as soon as I've tied it up
here.

Do you know, Nettie, this is the first
time I've really noticed your wishing

well. Ah, well, I hate to say it untidy.
Arthur used to attend to it practically

every day.

Is it a real wishing well?

Perhaps it is.

Arthur used to say that years ago...

Pilgrims used to come and offer money
and valuables and such like.

It brought good luck.

Well, we could all do with some of that.

What do you have to do to make a wish?

Well, you bring your offering, anything
valuable, and say what you want best to

happen.

Sounds like a good deal for me.

Come in, please, gentlemen.

This is high -quality gold bullion. The
type used by wholesale jewelers like

ourselves. Well, can you identify where
it came from?

Oh, yes.

The bullion mark is a serial number.

I'll drop a report for you. All right,
thanks.

May I ask how you came by this?

It was found in your village hall last
night, Mr Stanton.

You found it in Aidensfield?

It was used to slash a window.

A valuable object like this?

Yeah, well, whoever threw it obviously
didn't know it was gold.

Obviously.

That figure on it, do you know what it
is?

Well, it's a representation of some kind
of goddess figure.

Does it mean anything?

Oh, no, no, no. It's far too crudely
executed to be identified with any

certainty.

Does this mean it was thrown by one of
those lads?

Looks like it.

The quicker you do something about them,
the better.

How are

you

feeling? Since you ask, I'm jiggered.

Not overdoing the active pregnancy bit,
I hope?

No, Sergeant.

I've practically cut out anything to do
with work.

Thanks.

Well, your haemoglobin checks show
you're still anemic.

Perhaps you ought to think about
boosting your iron intake.

Oh, no more pills, Maggie, please.

No.

Starting today, a course of injection.

I'm almost there. Is it worth it?

Oh, don't worry. By the time I've
finished with you, you'll feel like

the garden gate.

Well, thank you, sir.

We need to find out where that gold bar
came from, Rowan. We do have a lead,

Sarge. Well, give it top priority.

I need to take Phil Bellamy.

Why? Well, he's thrown through it. Well,
that's a good enough reason.

Is she really going out with me?

Well, there she is, Linda.

Betty, is that Jimmy from your wedding?

Mm -hmm.

Gee, it must be great riding with him.

Isn't he picking you up after school
today?

Mm -hmm. By the way, where'd you meet
him?

Do you recognize anyone, Phil?

I think that's him down there.

Right. Come on.

There you go.

I'd like a word with you.

Well, there were others there too, you
know.

Why just pick on me?

You broke the window.

You were seen by a police witness.

Do what you like. I've said a lot to
say.

We want to know where you found this.

You don't want to do time, do you?

We could charge you with assaulting a
police officer.

Well, I just picked it up.

Pulled the other one.

It's true.

You were part of the stuff we tossed off
that old truck.

The one parked outside the village hall?

Aye.

Belongs to some...

Old bloke with an army greatcoat.

Green grass.

Your cub rigs are out of luck. They're
not laying.

The idea is to stay alive, not die of
food poisoning.

Anything go missing from your trap the
other night, Claude?

There weren't much left.

What about this?

Oh, that's, uh... That were, uh... A
charm I had hanging in the cab. It's

supposed to bring you luck.

Which you've just run out of. Get in the
car.

What's the charge? We're taking you down
for questioning. Get in the car.

Come on, son.

Here, hang on to it for a minute.

Rowan, do something with this.

This place is getting worse than Russia.

I mean, I wouldn't mind, but I'm the
flaming victim.

We just want to know where you got this
from, Greengrass.

I acquired it through the natural course
of my commercial activities.

Tell us more.

Why should I tell you, Lotto? Because
you're in trouble, that's why. Oh, yeah.

I'm all of a treble over a lump of lead
that's big enough to roof a sparrow's

nest. Not lead, Greengrass.

Gold.

What?

Stolen gold bullion, which you admit was
in your possession.

What's wrong, Greengrass?

Have you lost your sense of humour?

Right, let's be having you.

You're not going to stick it in my bum
like you did the first one, are you? Why

not?

Well, Nick said it left a great big
bruise. Oh, and how could it stumble

that discovery, I wonder?

Mind your own business, Mrs Belton.

OK.

Turn the other cheek.

So you found it in an old car about
three years ago?

How many times do I have to tell you?
Yes.

Whose old car?

And where did this old car come from?

How do you mean?

You heard.

It was a cash transaction.

I used to buy and sell old cars all the
time, didn't I?

I don't believe you.

Claude, just tell us where it came from.

I've told you all I know.

All right.

Sign the statement.

Now get out.

What's going to happen to the gold?

I mean, morally, if not legally, it
might rightfully be mine. Just get out!

Now!

And don't stray too far.

I don't think he's involved.

He's lying, Rowan.

Maybe he's just bloody minded.

Not exactly his favourite pin -up, are
you, Sarge?

I'll work on him.

Do that.

Preferably with a cudgel.

It's only me, Nettie.

I've had it as usual.

Oh, it's you, is it, Claude? I brought
you a few pullet eggs I had left over.

It's surplus to requirements like.

That's very generous of you, love.

That's what good neighbours are for,
isn't it? In any case, I promised old

Arthur I'd keep an eye on you, you know.

Have you time for a cup of tea?

Oh, you never ask.

And I need to have a quiet word with
you, you know.

Oh.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Dan.

Are you all right, Kate?

No bleed.

Is that normal?

Don't fuss, I'm fine.

I wish the baby'd come, Nick.

Don't worry, love.

Almost there.

Cheers, Bob.

Keep the change.

What change? There isn't any.

It was like a joke, George.

I like your jokes, Claude.

That one about the car still has
Blaketon rolling round his office

I wish you'd changed the record.

We need to know about the car.

There's no to know. I'd sold it in the
normal way through an advert in the

paper. What car's that?

Some old banger he sold three years ago.
Can I have a pork pie, please, Gina?

Old banger? I'll have you know the
success of my motor dealership was built

the recommendation of satisfied
customers.

Ask him why he's still not doing it.
Keep your nose out, George.

Well, why aren't you?

It went skint.

Go on, folks.

Maggie? How?

You all right?

Fine. Just a bit clumsy.

For once, you know, I thought I might
find you in bed, resting.

I'm trying to bribe that little beggar
into showing her face.

Or his.

No chance.

Come on. Time to work.

You feeling the benefits of the iron
shop yet?

I'm not sure. I think so.

Oh, well.

That's what I like.

Positive thinking.

Staying away from home, Dr. Rowan? It'll
only be for a while, Nettie. Mainly for

observation. I'll call in and see you
later.

Okay.

Arthur Pickard's workshop.

Now, these are the detailed records of
all the years he spent metal detecting.

I met him once, just before he died. He
was a nice old bloke with a 24 -hour

smile. In other words, he was balmy.

How did you meet him?

Well, there was a family around here who
got into trouble.

I was sent in with the bailiffs.

Anyway, this Welbisher, he wanted to be
cold. He paid up all their debts.

And later, we found out he was sicker.

Very generous?

I'd say it was throwing bad money after
worse.

Ralph, the date that gold went missing.

Er, the police were called in to where
it was stashed on August 4th, 1957.

Well, this is his record for 1957.

Last dated entry was August 3rd.

Oh, that was the day before.

Does he say he found anything?

No, no, it's the last entry.

The cunning old devil.

He found the gold.

How can anyone do this to Nettie Picard?

Everyone loves her.

Here.

The ticket for that dance at the Village
Hall.

I saw some bikers here the other day.

This is stupid, Ollie.

He's asking for it, isn't he? No one
chats up my bird.

Right. Oh, come on, Ollie. You know she
wouldn't go with the rocker. She won't

get the chance.

Hello, Stephen.

Have you come from the supercar?

Yeah. We heard what happened.

Found this there.

It weren't any of them, Nick. I know it
wasn't. The whippy creepers brought two,

you know. Yeah, I know.

But I don't want any trouble from you.
They're awesome.

Yeah. Well, great minds think alike,
don't they?

What's going on Julie?

I've gone to see the Whitby Rockets.

a parchment, aren't you? This has
nothing to do with you, copper.

All right, you and your mates, on your
way before I book the lot of you.

Creasy Rock was always for Aidensfield.

Phil.

Book him for a soup.

All right, on your way, on your way.

Dr Rowan? Oh, Mr Stanton.

You shouldn't have.

No, I've just come to see Nettie
Pickard.

How is she?

Pretty shaken.

It'll take some time for her to get over
it.

Young hooligans, I hear.

They've got no respect for age or
anything else.

I'm sure she'll appreciate a visit.

Actually, she's resting now.

They're from the council.

They're very concerned, you know.

They'd like Mrs Pickard to know that
they'll do everything they possibly can

help.

That'll cheer her up. Yeah. Well, I'll
just drop these off and I'll see her

another time.

Goodbye then, Doctor.

I thought you had the agents for a lot
under some kind of control, Rowan.

So did I, Sarge.

I've just had another earful from
Stanton.

I mean, council representation to
headquarters on this is all we need,

Yes, Ventress.

Do you want the good or the bad news
first? Oh, get on with it, Ventress.

the bad news is all the kids' alibis
stand up. None of them could have been

Nettie's when the place was vandalised.

And the good news?

Well, you know that car that Greengrass
said he found the gold bar in?

Yes, yes.

Well, I think we traced it.

It's a rotten thing to happen.

Poor old Nettie. Whoever did it wants
something.

Hi, Nettie.

You've traced that car of yours, Claude.

What are you on about now?

You know, the one you couldn't recall
for Sergeant Blaketon the other day.

The one that came with a lucky charm.

You must have been cross. We alert you.
You never give up, dear. You flogged it

through this local paper.

Look.

For sale, 1937, Austin 10.

One elderly lady owner in perfect
condition.

Not unusual about that. I sold loads of
cars through adverts.

Well, that's not what the newspaper
office say.

Austin 10.

Not the Austin you offered me about
three years ago, was it, Claude? Sure

Was it, Claude?

Arthur had just died and Nettie had need
of the cash.

Right, well, I've got a business to run.
Yeah, hold up. Wait, wait, hold up.

What do you want now?

So the car with the gold bar came from
Arthur Pickard.

I don't know what you mean.

You should have told me, Claude.

Deliberately withholding information
about a serious crime.

You'll have to come in again, I'm
afraid.

So, you don't deny you sold the car for
Mrs Picard?

No, but it wasn't for my benefit. I was
just doing Nettie a favour.

How did you get the gold piece?

Well, Arthur used to have it hanging in
his motor.

And you nicked it, I suppose.

Ah, well, you suppose wrong, don't you?
Because I didn't know the worth of it. I

mean, Nettie just gave me it as a
present, you know, to bring me luck,

doesn't.

Why didn't you tell us?

Well... When you said it was gold that
had been nicked, I didn't want to get

Nettie into bother.

How very noble of you.

Ah, well, Arthur had been a good mate to
me. He used to help me out when I was

skint. You and Ole.

Did Nettie know it was gold?

How do I know? Because I didn't.

I wouldn't have thought so, though,
because Arthur never used to tell a

-about note.

Well, you'd better find out what else
Arthur's left lying around and just what

Mrs. Pickard knows about it. I knew I
was on the same track.

How do you mean?

Well, by the fate of that place, someone
knew what they were doing.

I'd say it was a search, Sarge.

Hello, Nessie. Oh, hello.

Mrs Picard.

Sorry, we just wanted to ask you
something.

Did you recognise this?

Oh, it's Arthur's lucky piece.

Carried it about in his car.

You got it from Claude, I expect.

Yeah. I gave it him.

I thought he could do with a bit of good
luck.

Did you know it was gold?

Not until Claude told me a few days
back.

It was stolen gold, Mrs Picard.

As part of a large quantity that went
missing seven years ago.

Do you know where your husband might
have got it from, Nessie?

I'm afraid I have no idea.

Did your husband ever tell you about the
things he found with his metal

detector? Oh, no, it would have spoiled
his lot to talk of it.

Why is that?

Well, Arthur used to say that good luck
goes the moment you make mention of it.

He was funny like that.

Well, we've reason to believe that he
knew it was stolen.

Oh, no, Arthur wouldn't harm anyone.

He wanted to make people happy.

A lot of people got money from your
husband, Nettie.

Have you any idea where that money might
have come from?

No.

But if he had more money than our needs,
it's how he would have used it.

Right, well, let's just say that he did
find that gold.

What do you think he would have done
with it?

He'd have shared it.

What, given it away?

Oh, no, to keep his luck strong.

I mean, you can't help people unless
you're lucky, can you?

Well, how do you mean?

Well, you thought you ought to give back
what you get in the way of luck.

Excuse me, I think they're ready for me.

What's that on your chain, Mrs Biggar?

Oh, it's a good luck token Arthur gave
me when we moved into Holywell Cottage.

It's very pretty.

Where did he get it from?

Oh, it was made specially by Stanton's.

And who is it?

It's Lady Fortuna.

She's the patron of the wishing well at
the back of our garden.

Sot?

We struck gold.

So are we, Rowan.

Arthur Pickard's bank statement showed
that £15 ,000 was deposited just two

weeks after the bullion raid. Yeah, some
people are born lucky. Arthur believed

you had to buy it.

Well, you said you'd struck gold and
all.

This is Lady Fortuna. She's the patron
saint of the old wishing well in

Pickard's garden.

He felt he had to share it with her.

It's in the well.

I'd lay odds on it, Sarge.

See what he kept back? He flogged.

Used the money to play Robin Hood in
Aidensfield.

Is Alta at the cottage?

No, he's on his way back. We'd pick Al's
records.

We'd best get out there fast.

Right, Bellamy.

Radio Ventress. And tell him to meet us
back there.

Are you feeling all right?

Might be coming down with a cold.

Oh, yes, hot and sticky.

Exactly how I like me looks.

Don't make me laugh.

Fun is essential to my bedside manner.

You should have been a doctor.

Oh, no chance.

When it was an option, I was addicted to
enjoying life, not saving it.

And now?

Oh, well, lucky in life.

Absolute disaster in love.

Say cheese.

Thank you.

Told you I bruised easily.

And in Technicolor.

You're not responding to those iron
injections, Kate.

Well, anaemia can drag on.

Persistent anaemia needs treating.

You give me a blood sample and I'll do
the rest for you. Can't we wait till

after I've delivered?

What's wrong with now?

I've done all that.

Kate, I'm not telling you anything you
don't know already.

No, just what I don't want to hear.

You give me a blood sample, I'll drop it
off at the hospital.

No need.

I'll leave it at the lab.

Psst! Enter it.

He's in there.

Shouldn't be let out. Why didn't I know
there was a bell on it?

Come on, Al.

Who is it?

Councillor Stanton.

As I live and breathe.

Come on, up you get.

You've got a lot of explaining to do,
Councillor Stanton.

He lied when we first showed him that
gold serge.

He recognised the figure. I found out
today he'd made one for Nettie Pickard.

So it was you that bought the gold off
Pickard.

I did it as a favour.

Look, I'm a respectable businessman.

You respect... It was only the one.

He said it was all he had.

And till that piece we showed you turned
up, you recognised the figure on it,

didn't you?

Well, yes, I did.

And it was easy for you to check out
where it came from and how much gold was

offer. He visited Nettie in hospital,
Sarge. And wormed it out of her, I

Sarge. But he didn't know about the
wishing well at first.

Took the plate apart looking for the
gold. I made out that the village kids

responsible.

Look, we're all professional men here.

I'm sure we can come to some arrangement
that would be satisfactory to all of

us.

I won't express a personal opinion on
your conduct.

It wouldn't be professional.

Greed, hypocrisy, theft.

A canker in the body of the parish
council.

I've got a nice, comfortable cell ready
for you, sir.

How much longer are you going to be, Mr
Rowan?

Not long now, Nettie. Almost finished.

Well, they've scarred every inch of the
premises and beyond.

How much is still missing?

Four ingots.

Oh, Stanton said he only bought two
ingots on Picard. That's strange.

Still, the insurance aren't complaining,
so case almost closed.

Isn't there a reward, Sarge?

I've no idea, Owen.

But the only potential claimant is Mrs
Picard.

And we can hardly reward the wife of a
thief now, can we?

Sorry Arthur, I have to take our nest
egg for a walk.

But then you always did say, what you
give, you get back.

Don't you know, girl?

Five, four, three, two, one.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Five, four, three, two, one.

I'm never getting too old for this.

You might be.

Nick, can I have a word?

I want to have a word with you about the
newspaper report, you know, about the

gold being found.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Really, I want to see about the reward,
you know, for information leading to its

recovery. What about it?

Well, I mean, it can't go to netting,
can it? So, I mean, I've got to be next

line because it was my bit of gold from
Arthur that put you on the trail.

You're right, Claude, and you deserve
it.

That's what I thought. But the trouble
is, the newspaper report got it wrong.

The reward was withdrawn five years ago.

You're joking.

That's diabolical.

I'm going to see somebody about this,
you know. Who? I don't know. I've not

my mind up yet, but I'll tell you
something. I'll make them understand.

can't mess about with an old age
pensioner.

Let's go home, love.

Yeah, all right. Maggie, keep an eye on
things for me, will you?

You don't keep an eye on me.

See you tomorrow, Maggie.

You bet.

I bet

the

baby comes tomorrow.

You haven't paid me for the bet you lost
yesterday. Let alone today.

You are so tight -fitted, Nick Rowan.

Double or quits?

You're on.

All right? Yep.

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