All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp Investigates - S03E08 - Helping Hansi.en

Vera Lynn: � let's say goodbye
with a smile, dear �

� just for a while, dear �

� we must part �

� don't let this parting
upset you �

� I'll not forget you �

� sweetheart �

� we'll meet again �

� don't know where,
don't know when �

� but I know we'll meet again
some sunny day �

no, thank you.

� Keep smiling through �

oh.

� Just like you always do �

[air raid siren]

Oh. What's going on?

It's an air raid.

[Brass band music playing]

[Laughter]

Sieg heil. Ha ha!

Woman: Heil!

Heil!

[Hitler speaking German]

[Crowd chanting "sieg heil"]

[Machine gun firing]

[Airplane diving]

[Crash]

[Laughter]

Go on, after him.

[Knock on door]

It was only a joke,
Ronald's party piece.

If you knew how it was,
you would never joke.

Thank you, Frank.

You're very kind.

This is your husband?

Oh, no.
My brother-in-law.

My husband is visiting
family in Australia.

My visit to you
is about my family,

my lost family.

You want me to find
your sister...

Irmgard, yes,

and my nephew hans,
the same name as mine.

That evil man Hitler said,

"have sons
for the fatherland."

She and her baby were
smuggled from hamburg.

After the war,
I came to england.

The one address I had
for her was Kendal,

but nothing.

Someone said she'd
married, moved away,

but I had a friend...
she died recently...

who lived in
the retirement home.

Gwen is a wonderful,
kind English lady.

Gwen left me a little money

to search for my lost family.

Her legacy won't
last long, Mr. Bauer.

Searches like this
are very expensive.

Hansi, please.
That is my name.

The money was left

with the purpose
of finding her.

It's more than 50 years gone.

I love to smoke.
May I?

Oh, yes. Smoke.

Thank you.

My father smoked a pipe.

Uh-huh.

He was lost in the war

reconnoitering
a place in Italy...

positano.

You can holiday there now.

Yes, and in Switzerland.

I spent a year of the war

packing red cross
parcels there.

You will find my family.

That's all I live for now.

Your address,

coverdale hall,
sounds very grand.

It is.
I was very lucky.

I worked for lord coverdale.

It was his house

before it became
a retirement home.

He loved the grounds.

I helped him create
his dream garden.

When he died, his will said

that I should always
have a place there.

His money pays your bills.

No. The home is owned
by the residents.

Lord coverdale
bought a share for me.

I am a founding member.

I can veto any new member

or any change to
the house and gardens,

but even so,

I am the only German there.

Oh, not again, Frank.

Well, the stink of tobacco,

I can't get rid of it.

How could you let that Nazi
light up like that?

Not all Germans were Nazis.

Hansi didn't fight against us.

He was interned in Switzerland.

Hetty, that's what
they all say.

Didn't you tell me
he was in the Hitler youth?

Most German boys were.

It was a bit like
the boy scouts

at the beginning.

They didn't have
much choice later.

Ha! I've heard that one
a few times before, too.

Oh, I'm going
into the back room,

away from this.

Ah-choo!

Gesundheit.

Mm, nice smell.

Don't you start.

What did this German man want?

To find his family.

He had a sister and a nephew

who came to england.

I said it would be difficult,

impossible, really.

Where was his sister last seen?

Kendal.

[Door opens and closes]

Any luck?

May I ask if you're related

to irmgard Bauer?

Well, I did explain.
Have you got any trace?

I can't tell you that.
It's confidential.

Oh, let's leave it, then.

One moment, please.

I would like
to have helped you.

Then I'd have an excuse
for seeing you again.

Would I need an excuse, Janet?

Yeah, you would.

My boyfriend is very jealous.

Mr. Wallace.

Mr. Wallace.

Huh?

Oh, yes.

Are you
Mr. tudor Wallace

of Wallace, sims,
and alcox, solicitors?

I'm sorry to intrude,

but I'm trying to find
the whereabouts

of a woman from Germany.

Mr. stiles at
the registry office

said you might
be able to help me.

I am retired from my practice,

long since retired.

Mr. stiles said
German prisoners of war

sometimes changed their names.

Yes, yes.

Some of them even became
British citizens,

and you were the solicitor

who did most of the...
what do you call it?

Naturalization.

Yes.

The woman I'm looking for
was named irmgard Bauer.

She had a child.

Yes. I...

yes. I remember
those years

immediately after the war
clear and bright.

What happened yesterday
is quite another matter.

The woman you want
changed her name twice,

once from the German

and once when she got married.

She became...

became...
her boy's name.

She changed that, too.

Hans.

He became Harry,

and she, by deed poll,
became Irma barnwell.

She married a farmer,
very fond of litigation.

Almost ruined him.

Family still have the farm...

shottons at threlkeld fold.

Irma barnwell.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Mr. Wallace.

It's so long ago.

Oh, dear.

Oh, thank you.

One of you is best with gran.

She don't like young uns.

Geoffrey:
We'll stay out here.

Janet:
It's a lovely farm.

Try working it.

Your brother married
a German girl.

Aye, he always liked
to be different.

"Enemy," I told him.

"Don't mix their blood
with ours," but no.

No. He even learned
some German from her.

They had no children.

She had one already, a lad,

fathered by Hitler,
for all we knew.

Oh, cheeky young devil.

When he grew up,
he went off selling provin

for a Roman down Preston way.

Provin?

Fodder, food for animals.

And this would be
Irma's son hans?

Yes, Harry, Harry shotton.

Ooh, took our name.

Who did you say he
worked for at Preston?

Oh, mashe, scaffe...

I can't remember.
Why should I?

Where might I find his mother?

Oh, I can tell you
where she is.

Up the hillside
in the churchyard.

[Thunder]

[Hansi sobbing]

Oh, God.

I can't help myself.

It's all right.

Why shouldn't you cry?

Oh, for 50 years, I have hoped.

Now I am finally all alone.

First my friend Gwen, now Irma.

Have you anybody
back in Germany?

Nein, nein.
Verschollen.

Lost, missing.

Irma, how did she die?

A blood disease.

That's what the family
she married into said.

Poor Irma.

Her life was ruined
by that slime Hitler.

She believed him.

Her baby, your nephew,
is called Harry shotton.

I can try to locate him.

Do I go on?

Ja... yes.
I will pay you.

You go now, please?

[Sniffle]

It's a swastika.
A sw...

hansi, why are you
planting such a thing?

Not planting, digging up.

A kind resident did
this during the night.

To upset you? Why?

They love a joke.

They want me to give up,
to take my life,

stop my veto,
make my share available.

Somebody planted this thing

to upset you in the hope
of driving you away?

I am sick and sad
with it, Hetty.

[Sobbing]

Have you any idea
who might be behind this?

Someone hates me,

but who and why is a mystery.

A few numbers
on a piece of paper

have changed our lives.

We passed here
yesterday, didn't we?

Couldn't resist the gardens,

peeked in a window or two.

I didn't win millions,

just enough to buy
a bit of peace and quiet

in nice surroundings.

Coverdale hall
is perfect for that.

We have a share
that's become available,

owing to a recent death.

We sometimes offer
a week's trial

at a cost of �750, inclusive.

Oh, that would be ideal,
wouldn't it, children?

Geoffrey:
That's a lot of money.

[Whispering]
I can afford it now.

Janet: So long as
you're happy, mum.

I can give it a try,
just for a week.

Well, the room was very nice.

I am sure the food
will be good,

and the gardens are beautiful.

[Sobs]

I mustn't cry.

Now, you two,
get down to Preston

and see if you can trace
hansi's nephew.

Harry shotton?
That's him.

Ring round all
the animal feed suppliers,

visit a few farms,
put an advert in a paper.

Right.
Off you go.

Ok... Mumsie.

Oh!

Oh. Ha ha ha!

Janet is only playing the part

of your daughter,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I know.

She's a nice lass, Geoffrey.

Oh.
Well, do your duty.

Oh, yes.

Be brave, mum.

Be off with you.

[Hetty sobbing]

Mrs. Wainthropp,
I'd like you to meet cyril,

cyril sopwith.

How do you do?

What ho!

Trying as on 7 day"
approval, what?

Yes. I'm henrietta.

I thought cyril
could show you around,

make some introductions to other
members of our happy home.

Oh, I'd like that.

What should I call you?

Oh, Mrs. swinbank.
I hope you don't mind.

A little formality
is best in management.

I have things to do.
I'll leave you with cyril.

[Chuckles]

Somebody has ruined
a fine lawn.

It looks a bit like
that Nazi thingamajig.

We've a German chap
who gardens.

Probably wanted to remind
himself of die vaterland.

Oh, it's just a joke,
don't you know?

This is the gang,

mostly retired purveyors

and failed confidence
tricksters.

What ho, gang of mine?

May I present to
the court of queen Alice

the lady henrietta Wainthropp?

Milady, Alice,
Rachel, Ronald, Ted.

Hetty:
Nice to meet you.

Alice: Don't let
cyril bother you.

He suffers from having
discovered p.G. Wodehouse

at an advanced age.

It's true.

[Both chuckle]

Mystery writers
are my cup of tea.

Ted: Oh, I've often
thought coverdale hall

would be a perfect
setting for a murder.

Anyone any idea as to a victim?

Oh, one or two.
Well, one.

Oh, yes, indeed.
Yes.

Come, Hetty.

Let's leave these
murderous people

and find more inmates
to bore you with, eh?

Hmm.

Say, steady on.

There's something in there.

It looks to be very sore.

Hmm, Thorn in the jolly
old flesh, what?

You'll need some drawing out
ointment on that.

Got it yesterday

stealing roses from herr
hansi's precious garden.

Not a word. No bleating
to matron, huh?

Find me a needle.

I'll operate straight away.

[Chuckles]

[Electronic dance music playing]

Your driving's improving?

Few more years,

and you'll be
distinctly average.

Time to eat before
Preston, Geoff?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Well, we can split the cost.

Never knew cars
would be so expensive.

They're hungry things.

Yeah. We've got plenty of time
to find somewhere to eat.

Mrs. Wainthropp wants us to put
an advert in the newspapers

and search around
farm suppliers,

but I have a much better idea

of how we can find
Harry shotton

and have an afternoon
for ourselves.

Oh, yeah?

Yes.

Oh! Ohh...

Mm!

I say, that needle
is sterilized, what?

Yes, with fire.

Hmm?

This is quite deep.

You got it stealing roses
yesterday, you said.

Shh.

It's a secret

known only to
a select few, Hetty.

You see that lady?

I'm deeply enamored.

Oh, she doesn't know it's me.

I place roses outside her room

with a card saying,
"from a secret admirer."

Would you be still?

Yes. Sorry, nurse.

Who is this, herr hansi?

Oh, some residents
might tolerate that hun,

but he's persona non grata

to those who matter here.

Aah!

Keep still.

Why is it that your gang
doesn't like him?

Well, may be something
to do with the way

he goose-steps
through the gardens

barking out orders.

Oh! Ah!

Oh.
Ahh.

I say, I'm bleeding.

Good.
What?

It'll cleanse the wound.

Yes! Fixed
an interview tomorrow,

on air this Saturday.

Hey, cool.

Save a bit of time.
Yeah.

Do you think I
should phone work?

You're on holiday.

Yeah.
There's a new boss.

Well, you're with me.

I'm hungry.

Me, too.

For lunch.

Oh, that, as well.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Frank?

Frank...

Is it really you?

Oh, how lovely to see you.

Oh, mustn't embarrass
you in public, must I?

Sorry.

We can fraternize now.

But I thought detectives
weren't meant

to socialize
with their ex-clients.

Oh, that's a silly rule,

and anyway, the woman
that made it,

Hetty Wainthropp,
is no longer with us.

You mean...

Oh, no, no, no.
She's gone into a home.

Oh, dear.
Is that a fact?

Undercover work.

I myself am working

away from the criminal
front for once,

trying to put the agency

on a more viable
business footing.

The accounts, oh,
they're dreadful.

You're so versatile, Frank.

Oh, dear.

Gas masks needed again.

What, dear?

Fritz the fumigator.

By his smell shall we know him.

[Coughs]

I shall smoke my pipe
in my room

because that is a good excuse
not to visit, yes?

Yes?

Hetty, good night.

Good night.

Some people should be
ashamed of themselves.

Some people should mind
their own damn business.

How's the mystery?

Oh, murder aplenty.

I don't suppose
we'll have one here.

More is the pity.

Driving someone to despair
is a kind of murder.

You're newly arrived here.

Better to go carefully

when making friends
at first, Hetty.

You mean, better that
I should ignore hansi?

I know Germans.

I was a prisoner at
one of their camps.

Hansi was a prisoner, too.

Internment.
That's very different.

The loss of freedom
is the same, isn't it?

Excuse me.

Frank: Come in.
Come in.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Now, what is it, Margaret?

You can tell me.

Income tax.

I'm supposed to assess
myself, and I can't.

Everyone thinks I'm so capable,

but I'm a dunce with figures.

Margaret...

I could help you.

Of course I could.

Have you thought
what that would mean?

No, what?

Well, I'd know all
your personal details.

There is a saying
that we all become naked

under the eyes
of our accountant.

I wouldn't mind that, Frank.

[Big band playing
"body and soul"]

Uh...

� My heart is sad
and lonely... �

I hate the world
that doesn't contain you.

How can I live when
you're away from me?

I can't bear the thought
of you away from me.

Hold me.

� I'm all for you... �

hold me.

[Music stops]

Is it time?

Yes.

Has he gone?

Yes.

I loved him so much.

I can still hear the music.

Harry's mother
was German... irmgard.

They called her Irma.

Unfortunately,
she died in 1969,

and Harry moved to Preston.

His Uncle would very much
like to make contact.

He's never met his Uncle hansi?

No, but if he wants,
he can phone in.

Putting lost people together,
that's what we're here for.

Geoff, thanks for coming
in off those mean streets.

We'll be back with another
"where are you now?" Tomorrow.

Thanks very much, Geoff.

Ok.

Hansi: And cyril,
he hates me most of all.

He pokes fun at me,
he steals my roses.

I don't laugh at his
silly-ass speech.

Yes. He could have
moved those plants,

one of his jokes.

What does
Mrs. swinbank say?

She got any ideas about
stopping this nonsense?

Nothing.
I did not tell her.

Whyever not?

She would not understand.
No one does.

Hetty: Who's your
main suspect...

Alice, Rachel,

Ted, cyril,

and what's this other chap
who is in the gang... Ronald?

Ja, maybe Ronald.

He dressed up as Adolf Hitler

just to humiliate me.

Oh, yes, and he
collects Nazi mementos.

He has a flag,
armbands, costume,

tape recordings in his room.

If he had lived
under that regime,

he would not be so fascinated.

What do you think of my garden?

It's absolutely beautiful.

Ja. His lordship and I
created all this beauty.

It was our life's work.

Every day, I think of him.

I'd be no good as
a model, you know?

Hetty, I'm sorry
about last night.

It was the anniversary
of my first wedding day.

We had one night together.

I hadn't realized
the music was so loud.

I'm sorry.

Your first husband?

Yes. He was on the York.

It went down with all hands...
German torpedo.

I married twice since then,

but it was never the same.

You only love
one man completely.

George was mine.

In wartime, men have to fight,

kill each other.

Some women find it hard

to forgive their enemies.

Yes.

At my age, memories
are supposed to fade.

Mine get sharper.

I think, I love my poor lost
husband more than ever now.

Why does others
walk and breathe

and he lies at the bottom
of the sea?

[Telephone rings]

Wainthropp detective agency.

What's going on, Geoffrey?
Any news?

I called the farm
provision merchants,

no George so far,

and I put out a call
on the radio.

Someone phoned in,

said they knew a Harry shotton

who sold secondhand car parts,

but that was years back.

So I'm going to try
the scrap yards next.

Good idea,
but get a move on, Geoffrey.

Hansi is very depressed.

If we can't restore hope
to him soon, I fear the worst.

Looking to find
some spares, son?

Do you stock vw beetle parts?

If you can find one, we do.

I was told Harry shotton
could fix me up. Is he here?

No.

Does he work here?

No.

Did he work here?

Who's asking?

I am trying to trace him.

May be a bit of good news.

You're not a process
server, are you?

Just trying to bring
family members together.

All right. Yeah.
I knew Harry.

[Hitler speaking German]

Oh...

[Crowd chanting "sieg heil"]

[Machine gun fire]

[Airplane diving]

[Silence]

You did this.

These are your things.

Hansi, that's enough.

How could you allow this?

You encourage
this hounding of me.

Swinbank:
You're upset.

I do not wish for
anything but to provide

a happy, civilized home where
we can all live in harmony.

Harmony?

Harmony? Oh, God...

This is a disgrace.

I hope whoever arranged
this nasty charade

is thoroughly ashamed
of themselves.

It is unworthy,

and if it's a joke,
it's a singularly unfunny one.

I shall call a house meeting

tomorrow to thrash
this matter out.

No, no, please.
I want to be on my own.

Take your junk back.

It has done its work.

I had nothing to do
with this, I swear.

[Knock on door]

Hansi...

It's Hetty.

Don't give up the ship.

I've some idea about who
might be doing this to you,

but I need another day.

Can you hang on?

I don't know.

Good night, Hetty.

Woman: Max, leave Brock alone.

That dog is a Saint.

Useless with sheep,
but you can't have everything.

Your husband, we just
wanted a word, Mrs. shotton.

I handle farm business.

Janet: Well, it's
about a relative,

a German man.

I think you got
the wrong bloke.

Harry used to work
in the farm supply business,

but he was never a German.

[Door opens]

Mrs. swinbank?

Oh, I'm sorry to intrude.

I know you're busy,

but I've locked myself
out of my room.

Silly of me. Sorry.

It's not a problem.

Aye, mum mentioned
she had a brother,

but I thought he died in war.

No, he tried to find
you and your mother.

He's still trying.

Don't you want to meet your
Uncle after all these years?

There's a problem.

When I courted Brenda,

I had a hell of a job
with her father,

you know, me being
an older man.

He was set in his ways.

It was just that I
never got the chance

to say that I was
born a German.

My wife doesn't know.

She hates liars.

Her dad is dead now, but, well,

it would mean me
having to say who I am,

where I come from,
explaining away

this Uncle who I've never met.

Look. I'm used
to being English,

full-blooded,
even if I'm not.

No. I'm sorry.

I can't meet this hansi bloke.

I'm sorry. I just
can't face him.

No. I'm sorry.

[Engine starts]

[Telephone rings]

Frank?

Yes. Listen.

When Geoffrey comes in,

would you ask him
to do something for me?

Town hall. Yep.

Planning. Ok.

Is that it?

Oh. Oh, no. There was

summat else from Geoffrey.

Now, what was it?

"Harry shotton doesn't
want to see his Uncle."

It's that German bloke,
isn't it?

He won't make any effort
to see hansi at all?

No. That it?

Right. Bye, Hetty.

That young couple,

you were with them a long time.

Oh, it was nothing.

Nothing.
What's going on?

It's just,

there are things about me
that are not all they seem.

I'm afraid I haven't
made much progress

with your accounts, Margaret,

but, you see, a case
has broken wide open,

a criminal case,
and Mrs. Wainthropp

couldn't proceed without
me acting for her here.

Why are you dumping me, Frank?

I'm not.

It's conflict of interests.

I'm a detective,
not an accountant.

Not a very good detective
though, are you?

Oh, thank you very much.

You can't see what's
under your nose.

Whatever happened
to my being naked

under the eyes of my own
special accountant?

I called this meeting
because a series

of peculiar incidents
have occurred.

There is no need to wrap
this up in fine words.

Last night was the end.

I will go,

leave coverdale hall forever.

Does anyone wish to comment?

I wish to state to this meeting

that I had nothing to do

with what occurred last night.

I'm sure whoever it was
is very contrite today,

a joke that went wrong.

That's the explanation
I prefer.

Oh, it wasn't a joke,

and for the person behind it,

the outcome couldn't be
more satisfactory.

Mrs. Wainthropp, you are here
only as an observer.

Hansi: Let her speak.

I asked her to help,

to stop people practicing
their cruelty on me.

Hansi, she's an ordinary woman

who got lucky on the lottery.

The first part is true.

As for the second...

Ha!

I've never won a raffle
in me life.

What?
What?

I run a detective agency.

Detective agency?

I'm fond of hercule poirot
mysteries,

and for a time,
I thought I was in one.

Cyril: Oh, my,
heavens!

You all seemed to have
motives for harming hansi.

Ted is an ex-prisoner
of war,

no love lost there.

Alice lost the love of her life
in the war at sea,

and then there is cyril
with his silly-ass act.

It's not an act, miss marple.

I don't think
your anti-German remarks

were much of an act, either.

Most cases come down
to greed in the end

for money or for power.

Today I asked
my brother-in-law

to check details of requests

for planning permission

from the local authority...

[All murmur]

Those concerning
the coverdale hall

development in particular.

What did we find?

More accommodations building,

less, much less, garden.

This is nonsense.

Let her talk.

Hansi would never have agreed
to any development,

and so, he had to be persuaded
to leave coverdale hall.

A series of nasty tricks
were played on him,

culminating
in that nuremberg rally

in the middle of last night.

I've examined the plan
of this house,

occupation of rooms.

Only 3 people could have
switched on that tape recorder

and escaped unseen...

Alice, hansi himself,

and someone who
nipped downstairs,

out of sight, only to reappear

once the fun had started.

The same person had
access to all our rooms

and could have collected

all that Nazi rubbish
in a jiffy.

Ronald, who asked
you to dress up

as Adolf Hitler
for the reminiscence day?

I told you, Hetty.

The same person who came back

upstairs last night,

the one who holds
the master key.

You, Mrs. swinbank.

There is great potential

for future development
at coverdale hall.

I can guide you
to great prosperity.

That stupid German
with his loyalty

to his lordship's garden

can't stand in our way
with his damn veto.

Hansi wouldn't be persuaded.

He had to be eased out.

You can all invest
in future developments.

I did what I did

for the benefit of everyone.

[All talking at once]

You managed the funds,
and you were greedy.

You wanted to extend
your empire,

increase your power over
many more elderly people.

All you sought to
benefit, Mrs. swinbank,

was yourself.

Here, here.

Incredible.

[Door slams]

[Car doors closing]

Hans Bauer?

Yes?

I think we're related.

Yes, yes, we are.

I'm Brenda.

I'm pleased to meet
any relative of Harry's.

Things'll be a lot better here

now Mrs. swinbank's
packed her bags.

Let's hope so.

Hetty?

Thank you.

All I remember of being 10

is the hunger
in an empty belly.

Such times.

May they never come again.