All language subtitles for heartbeat_s06ep03_forget_me_not

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

Heartbeat, what does a love chip say in
my memory?

Hello, Mr. Davis.

Oh, hello.

Not working today?

Half day.

Of course.

Your neighbours arrived then?

Oh, yes.

I think there's one more case in the
back. Welcome to Aidensfield.

Is that it? Yeah.

You must be joking, Gina.

Come on, is it, Anton, honest?

I wish you'd told your uncle, that's
all.

I will, as soon as we get there.

Oh, come on, Anton.

At least we'll be together.

That's the main thing.

It's a long drive from Liverpool,
George. Stop fretting.

I should never have let her go home,
never.

Oh, come on, it was only for one night.
She needed a break.

Yeah, but what if she's not back to cook
the dinners?

She will be. Then where will I be? I
wish I'd never started on this food

Progress, George.

That's what it's all about.

Actually, I wanted to have a word with
you about your catering, George. Don't

you think your menus are a little bit,
you know... Repetitive.

Bernie, a little bit repetitive.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, everybody's doing this
food in a basket lark, aren't they? Why

don't you do something different?

Watching George is up to no good.

You've got some patience you can go and
make feel worse.

Thanks for the messages.

I mean, why don't you do Rose Pheasant?

Told you.

Oh, no, I'm not falling for that one,
especially not from you, Claude. I've

some beautiful birds, George. There's
not a bit of shot in them. I expect they

all died from natural causes.

It's a good job. I think you're a
wonderful person.

Well, what do you think?

No, pheasants take too much preparation.

I'll pluck them for you.

Well, I'll get somebody to do it like,
you know.

No, they'd be too expensive.

Look, roast pheasant.

Oh, Nick.

Is it right somebody's moved into Plum
Cottage?

Can I have a word?

I never let my friends down.

I've never made a fool.

Can't wait to see what's going on.

I've had a call from the keeper over at
Ray now.

Really? And?

Apparently, someone's been getting into
his pens.

Taking his presence.

Oh, I see. And with your nasty,
suspicious policeman's mind, you're

all down to the local scapegoat. Well,
you have my permission to search my

entire premises. All right, let me know
if you hear anything, OK?

Julie!

Hi, everyone.

This is Anton.

Hi.

I'm a super tonic guy.

Here.

This is for you.

Thank you very much.

See that?

Hello. Hi.

Nice surprise.

I didn't come to see you. I came to see
Katie.

Didn't I?

Yeah, and he's in the cottage on the
left -hand side.

That's it.

OK?

Oh,

thanks, Eileen. Thanks.

Actually, I came to ask for some help
with a school project. It won't take

All right.

Aidensfield Police.

Oh, hello, Mr Davis.

I see.

Can't this wait till later?

Right. Well, I can come now if you're
worried.

Right away. Yeah.

OK.

Alan Davis.

Yeah.

Finish your tea.

Won't be anything important. You know
what he's like.

No, I'd better go.

Sorry about that.

Well, it'll only take a minute.

I'll phone you later.

OK.

Life's not a go in half the time.

Oh, I see.

It wasn't really a problem for Kate.

Being a doctor, she was in the same
boat, so she understood.

A lot of women wouldn't know.

I tried knocking, but I didn't answer. I
didn't know what else to do. I mean,

first there was a terrible loud howl,
and then crashing noises like someone

throwing things around.

You're quite sure it was from next door?
Oh, yes.

I'd never heard anything like it, Mr
Rowan. Not from a grown man.

Made me shiver all over.

Right.

P .P. Rowan.

Aidensfield Police.

Yes?

Well, just checking you're all right,
sir.

Any reason why I shouldn't be?

Well, we have reports of some strange
noises coming from your house.

Noises?

Yeah, like someone in distress.

Really?

Are you here on your own, sir?

Yes.

Look, all right.

I'm single. I've just come back from
Africa.

I'm here to write a book. I'm the name
Shaw.

Will that satisfy the Bush Telegraph?

And I definitely haven't heard any funny
noises.

Right, well, I'll leave you in peace.

I don't mean to be nosy. We're a small
community.

We like to keep an eye on each other.

Evidently.

Stay. Work for us.

Oh, come on, Uncle George. He's a
qualified chef.

We're dead lucky to have him, you know.

He's been working in this big posh
restaurant in Liverpool.

Yes, but I don't want any fancy stuff.
He knows that. It's fine.

Look, the main thing is, I can be in the
bar with you all the time, see?

Instead of being rushed off my feet with
all the cooking.

Well, what does he charge?

Twelve quid a week.

Or to cook a few chips.

Yeah, ought to have had my pheasant.

What am I going to do? Him and send him
packing.

You can't. Gina's soft on him.

What if you could help me? I'm Fennec.

I'm looking for bed and breakfast and an
evening meal.

These pans are knackered, Uncle George.

Or possibly just a sandwich?

Proctor?

Mr Proctor, I've come for a copy of the
list.

I'm sorry?

I understand you keep the bird list.

I'm out of them all for the weekend, so
all local gen grapes will be received.

I beg your pardon?

You are Proctor, I take it?

Who? Kevin Proctor?

Secretary of the North Riding Bird
Watching Club?

No.

Well, I was given this address.

Well, I'm sorry, but the name's David.

Alan David.

How extraordinary.

I must have been given the wrong
information.

You don't know where I might find Mr
Proctor, do you?

No.

Perhaps your wife might know. Look, I
haven't got a wife, and I've never heard

of a Mr Proctor.

Ah.

Well, it's a lovely spot, anyway.

Yes.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I am in a
little bit of a hurry.

Sorry to have troubled you.

Mr Davis now, is it?

Come on. Come on. Come on. Out.

Go on. Go on.

In you go. Go on. In you go. Go on.

Come on.

Come on.

OK.

Morning,

Margaret.

If he's wondering why I'm late, can you
tell him I had to pick my television up

from the repairers?

Alan says he's sorry he's late, Edward.

Tell him to sort out the shooting
stockings.

Edward says, could you sort out the
shooting stockings? Tell him if he wants

them sorted, he can sort them himself.

It's falling, Gina.

I've got two tickets for a concert.

Herman's Helmets.

Hermits.

She's engaged.

You're in more ways than one, so aren't
you? What are you talking about?

Oh, Gina and Anton.

New chef at the pub.

By all accounts, she's all over it.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, I don't care.

Which of your many meals is this,
Pinterest?

Breakfast, dinner, tea? Or is it
something in between?

Mr. Davis rang, Rowan. Pump Cottage is
Aidensfield.

So what is it this time?

He's been mistaken for an ornithologist,
and he's worried.

Eh? I didn't understand it either, but
luckily he's on your patch.

Herman's Hermits.

He's looking for someone to go with him,
Charles.

Ah.

Well, if it was Shirley Batty, I might
have done.

Perfect.

Oh, hello, Margaret.

Yes, it's Alan.

Are you alone?

Now, listen, these flowers, it was you
that sent them, wasn't it?

This bunch of forget -me -nots.

Margaret?

Just in, Mr. Venick.

Yes, marvellous day.

A bit dark for bird watching, isn't it?

Yes, I went a little bit further than I
intended.

Is she out of our golden eagles?

Yes, amongst that, I think.

Magnificent birds, eagles.

Wonderful creatures.

Bit unfortunate to spot them, then.

Seeing as it's not been seen round here
for about 50 years.

Ow! It stoles us!

Shut up!

No good, Mr Shaw. Her mind's on other
things these days.

Shut up!

OK, I'm coming.

Same again, is it?

A double.

I'm going to persuade you to have
something to eat, sir, too.

No, thanks.

You knocked him back a bit, didn't you?

Not Africa, Paul.

You all right?

Hiya, Phil.

Hiya.

I've, um... Hey, you haven't met Anton,
have you?

Anton!

He's a great laugh, you know, Phil.

He went to the same school as Ringo. Can
you imagine that?

I was just saying, you know, the
Beatles.

This is Phil, by the way. He's a
policeman.

Oh, you're the local Mr. Plod, are you?

Hello? Hello?

Who is that, please?

Hello? Look, I know you're there, you
know.

I can hear you breathing.

Is that Edward?

Is that who it is? Edward?

Margaret?

You all right, sir?

Well, let's hit them.

Sorry?

All right.

It's a relative term.

Yeah, staggering all over the place,
wasn't it?

Poor man.

Living out there all on his own.

Do I think other Joe might be coming
round?

Probably.

Well, I'm only over at Rita's. I won't
be late.

Okay.

Thank you.

So, I thought I'd show you what I've
done so far, and you can tell me what

left out or what I've got wrong.

Did you draw this?

Nick, are you going to pay attention?

Yeah, yeah. Sorry, miss.

Right. Right.

Not just anybody else.

You don't need someone else.

That's great.

Thanks a lot.

Well, you don't have to go just yet, do
you?

Well, I think I'd better, before Aileen
gets back.

Well, why?

What do you mean?

Well, you know.

No, no, I don't. Tell me.

Well, I'm just not sure how she feels
about me being here, that's all.

Sometimes I feel like a bit of an
intruder.

That's the doubtiest thing I've ever
heard.

Eileen likes you.

She's pleased I got some company for a
change.

So there haven't been great streams of
girlfriends?

No, no.

I think Eileen was rather hoping that
you might... What?

Start the ball rolling?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

Well, you better set it straight then
tell you not my type.

No, you're too old I say and I made a
solemn promise never to go out to the

policeman That's a pity

Oh

It was this window here, Mr. Owen. I
definitely heard it slide open.

And then I thought a shadow on the wall.

Is the back door open?

Yeah.

It's all okay, Mr. Davies.

There's nothing to worry about.

Yes, but... Strange things have been
happening all day, Mr Rowan. I've been

getting these phone calls and those
flowers and that man who thought I was a

bird expert.

Well, I'm sure they've all got a
rational explanation.

Can I... Oh.

Thank you.

Are you going to be all right?

I suppose so.

All right, well, just give me a call if
you're worried.

All right, good night.

Good night.

Mr Rowan!

Mr. Rowan!

Who is she, then?

I don't know, Sarge.

Any bright ideas, Bellamy?

Er, I didn't think so.

Where exactly were these footprints?

In the flowerbed, sir. I was just
outside the fitting room window.

I think it must have been a practical
joke.

It's got to be. Kids fooling round.

I doubt it. Half the footprints were
size 11.

Leave it.

Leave it?

It's obvious it's a domestic. The man's
fathered a child, hence the photograph.

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't think so, Sarge. Not Alan Davis.

Fathered a child, and the woman wants
money.

He lived with his mother for years.

Well, plenty of men live with their
mothers, Ventus.

Doesn't mean they can't procreate. But
he isn't the type.

He doesn't have girlfriends.

I'm not arguing.

I want it left, that's all.

But the man was terrified, Sarge. Wait!

Excuse me.

Don't you dare blame me for this one.
It's just arrived by the second post.

Tell him to look after the customer,
Margaret.

Blimey, John, how much further?

About two miles.

When's Mr Hunt coming?

Tomorrow. As long as we're ready for
him.

Mr Shaw?

Yes.

Eileen Reynolds.

I saw you move in the other day. I
wondered if you had, like, a cake.

Oh, um... I know how it is.

Everything in boxes, no food in the
house.

Thank you very much.

How are you getting on?

Have you worked out the dreaded back
boiler yet?

Mrs Watson let me into it secret. It's
all to do with the damper.

Perhaps I could show you.

You have to tell us more, Mr David, if
you want to be taken seriously.

Who is she? Come on, you must know.

I don't. I swear to you, I don't. Well,
let's put it another way, shall we?

Whoever it is changing of these
certainly knows all about you, don't

you work, where you live.

Perhaps if you told us who your friends
are.

Well, since Mother died, I'd rather keep
myself to myself.

I tend to bury myself in my work.

The shop.

Spanton, Sarge. Just across the way.

Who else works in this shop?

My wife and I know nothing about these
photographs. The whole idea is

preposterous.

We're just trying to establish the
facts, sir. And the facts are that Alan

are business partners. And the last
thing we'd ever do is send each other

letters. Someone, for reasons unknown,
has got it in for Alan. You get that

of thing in villages.

Do you? Look, I am extremely busy.

And so am I, Mr. Bracewell.

Far too busy to waste my time on a
domestic matter when it's painfully

to me that somebody, somewhere, is not
telling us all they know.

Excuse me, officer.

I'm really sorry about my husband, but
the fact is that he and Alan have not

been on speaking terms since Christmas.

Forward, left a bit, and then forward
again.

That's the trick.

And then it'll draw properly and you'll
get plenty of hot water without having

to use the immersion.

Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

Well, I must be off.

Oh, are these... They're my children,
yes.

Oh, they're lovely.

When will we be seeing them?

You won't.

My wife and I are separated.

I'm sorry.

If you'll excuse me.

Yes, of course.

Oh,

I love a room with books.

Pop in and see us down at the police
house sometime.

You'd be most welcome.

What in the...

I told you I wanted clean, simple food
and nothing fancy.

I guess you can fancy it if you wanted
to.

Out of a tin of numptopes, maybe, but
not stuff like this.

They'll like it. They'll think we're
moving with the times.

Hey, Uncle George, how do you tell a
spaghetti's cooked or not?

What?

Hey, watch out!

It's a stick. It's done.

And don't you, Uncle George, me, young
man.

It's Mr Ward to you.

And see him again, sir.

Yet another customer who won't be eating
here tonight.

I doubt if anyone will want to know what
they're in for.

Oh, what's that?

Spaghetti. You what?

He's going to cook spaghetti.

Not proper spaghetti, great long stuff.

That is proper spaghetti, George.

It grows on trees.

I bet you half a crown you couldn't eat
some, Claude. You what?

Well, there's a special knack.

There's a... How much did you say? Half
a crown?

Yeah. You're wrong.

Any ideas?

No.

You don't remember Tina, do you?

No, at least.

Yeah?

I don't know her, but I feel as if I've
seen this picture before.

Where?

In the paper, on the telly. I don't
know, Nick. I'm probably talking a load

rubbish. Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

I'll leave you to it. I'm going to try
out Gina Vitale in the evening.

All right, well, thanks, Maggie.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving.

Hello, Phil.

We've had a 999 call from Mr. Davis.

There's a doctor stuck on his wardrobe
door.

Aye. That's what he said.

Oh, that's delicious.

There you are, sir.

I can hear a knife.

You don't need a knife to eat spaghetti,
Bernie.

Didn't I ever tell you about them
Italian prisoners that were belittled on

farm during the war?

No, you didn't. No, well, you can
just... Yes,

I mean... Get my half -crown out.

Dr Kildare, isn't it? Off television.

Yeah. I'm not stopping here alone after
this.

Yeah, all right, Mr Davis. Well, it
wouldn't be safe.

Look, why would someone want to put a
picture of... Dr Kildare on your

Well, I don't know, but I'm not staying
here alone.

Not with a death threat hanging over me.

Yeah, well, you won't have to.

PC Bellamy's going to stop with you.

What?

Well, I can't leave him here on his own,
can I? Stay at his inn.

This is your patch. And I've got to be
at the police house, haven't I?

Yeah, that's all right, Mr Davis.

Phil's going to stop with you and take
you into Ashfordly in the morning.

We can go through the whole thing with
Sergeant Blaketon, OK?

Well, cheer up. That's a nice comfy sofa
downstairs.

I don't believe this.

You'll be all right on your own, then?

Oh, yes, thank you. Now that it's light.

You follow me straight in?

Five minutes, Mr Bellamy. I like to
leave the house nice, that's all.

Right, well, I'll see you at the station
then.

And thanks for the porridge.

Hello?

Have you seen David anywhere?

Well, no.

I thought he was coming home with you,
Phil.

No, he said he wanted to follow in his
own car.

Well, back on your bike and go and find
him.

Yeah,

still no signs, Sarge. His car's still
here, but the front door was left wide

open. Over.

OK. Lock up and get back here. Over.

Right you are, Sarge.

Mr Shaw?

Yes? I'm looking for your neighbour, Mr
Davies.

Sorry?

Have you seen him this morning?

No.

Would you know if he's had any visitors?

No. Look, I'm sorry, I haven't seen
anybody.

First we had these.

Then these two photographs.

And finally, this.

And now, Mr. Bracewell, he's vanished.

So where is he?

Are you accusing me of something, Mr.
Blaketon?

You tell me.

I'm calling my solicitor.

Fine, but before you do, just tell me
one thing. Why is it that you and Mr.

Davis have not been on speaking terms
since last Christmas?

Come on, Mr Bracewell.

We know the situation.

You're not being straight with us, are
you, Mr Bracewell?

What's going on in that shop of yours,
eh?

Look... Could I have a word in private,
please?

for your cooperation.

Well, well, well.

Very interesting.

It seems that your Mr. Davis Ventress,
the man that you said never had any

girlfriend, has been having a passionate
love affair with Bracewell's wife for

the past 15 years.

And last Christmas, Bracewell found out
And all hell broke loose.

It's like I said from the beginning,
it's a simple domestic.

Yeah, but Sarge... And the Joker is
Davis himself.

Eh? He sent the letters to himself.

Well, even I don't get that.

Self -dramatisation, it's called,
Bellamy. Drawing attention to oneself.

But he disappeared, Sarge. Exactly.

He staged his own disappearance.

Davis was genuinely frightened. I know
he was.

I'll say no more. I want you to get back
to Aidensfield and get on with your

normal duties.

Is that birdwatching bloke been in? No.

I've got a feeling he's a plainclothes
copper.

Mr Fennin? I think he's after us. It's
not just him. There's three of them.

One's parked in a car at the top of my
road. The other two are out on the

They've got bins trained on our pheasant
pen.

He's not in it at all, is he? I don't
know. I'm not waiting to find out. Come

on.

Hello again, Mr Shaw.

Hey, you.

You haven't kissed me for ages.

Gina, just let me get a bit of chips in,
will you?

Come on.

So, how's the book coming along?

Sorry?

The book.

Oh, yes, um, all right.

Well, what is it, a novel?

No, no, a dull old textbook, I'm afraid.

Well, medical?

Good Lord, no.

It's nothing like that.

No water.

No, Anton, don't. No, be careful. Be
careful.

Do something for George. Get the door,
quick.

Fire. Help. Put me. Fire.

Anton,

be careful.

It's all right,

Anton. Sit down.

Sit down.

It's OK.

You're going to be fine.

Fill the sink with cold water.

Got a first aid box? Yes.

She's got an inhibitor chain and some
clean gauze.

What are we going to do?

Move them, of course.

Wouldn't it be better just to let them
go?

I'm not chucking good money away for you
or anybody else, mate. Look, Lord, it

was your idea. I only came in with the
stuff. You're in it as deep as I am, so

stop mithering or I'll put you in a bag.

Three burns to both hands and arms. Have
a shot, all right?

I'll be all right on my own.

Don't be silly.

Gina, I don't want you with me, all
right?

I'm off.

Where are you going?

I don't care about the pheasants,
Claude. You can have them.

SHUT IT!

What happened?

He lost?

Sorry, Mr Fenwick. I had to stop for a
while there.

I waited a long time for this.

Where is he?

He's up there, quite a way.

Let's go.

Mr Davis has had some rather strange
mail recently.

It's addressed to him by name.

The other thing is, it doesn't seem to
relate to him at all.

Might as well be some sort of mix -up.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Sorry.

Well, this is even other.

The poster of Dr Kildare had a knife
stuck through his heart.

Strange, isn't it?

It certainly is, Constable.

But I'm afraid I can't help you.

I thought you dealt with those burns
rather well, Mr Shaw.

Very professional.

It's just the first aid course.

Well, let me know if you have any more
ideas.

About these.

Right. Well, thanks for your time.

Are you there?

He's nicking.

No, he's not on his beach.

Yeah, you'd better get on the phone to
Blaketon. Tell him to get over here as

fast as he can, all right?

Hang on, I'm not having him on.

I'm dead serious.

I'll see if I can find Nick.

And never about when you want to.

Right, he's in here.

You alright?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going
with that?

That's not loaded, is it?

I said you weren't going to scare him.

I'm going to dispose of him, Mr Fennec.

Dispose of him?

Look, no -one knows Dr Graham's even in
the district. He's living under a false

name. That's the beauty of it.

You're not actually going to kill him?

He killed Lorraine.

Yeah, but he served his time.

Six months!

He suffered. He's lost his wife, his
kids. Six months for taking a life and

think that's enough?

It wasn't criminal. It was negligence.

He was drunk. He gave her the wrong
injection. He killed her.

I know.

And then he lied. He changed the record
trying to cover it up.

Look. In my book, that's murder, Mr
Fennec. What's going on?

Look, I don't want nothing to do with
it.

Look, get in there.

Quick, in there, both of you.

Put your foot down. Hurry it down.

This isn't supposed to be good.

I'll burn the coal above here.

You've got the wrong man.

What? I couldn't have... This isn't him,
you fool!

All right, all right. I know where we
are.

That's not Dr. Graham!

What do you mean? It must be him.

The remote phone described it exactly.

Up the lane to the left.

Man on his own.

Shh! Go ahead, Rob.

Sir. Get back over there.

Come on, sir.

Just put down the gun.

Otherwise you'll be in serious trouble.

I've got nothing left to lose.

Not since Lorraine died.

She was my little angel.

Five years old.

All life before her.

Because he's nothing to do with me.

I didn't know what he intended.

I'm just a private detective.

All right, in you go. I didn't know he
had a gun. Yeah, Lord, we saw it out

the station.

So, you think that Shaw is Dr. Graham,
do you?

Definitely, Sarge.

Well, let's pay him a little visit,
shall we?

You're a dark horse, Alan, and no
mistake.

I beg your pardon?

You and your lady friend.

You may have a quiet drink later, and
you can tell me all about it. I'm

teetotal. There's no purposes.

You'd better be right about this, Rowan.

So... I know exactly what he was doing.

He was a doctor.

He knew he was a lethal dose.

But it wasn't your fault.

I just... I just think I haven't shown
him the pictures of the little girl. It

would have happened anyway.

You said he was drinking himself to
death. He obviously couldn't live with

guilt.

I've cleaned the mess up. If you want
anything else done, you can do it

yourself.

So we're there.

Loverboy's gone back to Liverpool.

Gina?

Hey, come on.

Hey.

Hey, you forgot that, look.

You'll get over it.

I won't. I love him.

You hardly knew him.

Hey, Gina.

Look, if George will let you off
tonight, I've got two tickets for

Hermit. You what?

Herman's Hermit.

Have you?

Come on, Nick. Are you going to tear up
and buy me another drink or what?

Come to think of it, I am starving.

I doubt we'll get much to eat in here
tonight.

Stay, Gina. Uncle George.

Uncle George, can you manage on your own
tonight? We're going to go see Herman's

hammer. Thanks.

Oh, so much for Anton.

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

What does the love chip in my memory?