All language subtitles for Heartbeat s08e16 Echoes of the Past

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

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

Looks lovely under moonlight, doesn't
it?

Only what you deserve.

You sure you don't mind my going out
tonight, love? Of course not.

Only I promised Mrs Craddock I'd help
her with the organisation of the

charity dance.

It's such a good opportunity to get on
the right side of the lake. I'll be

honestly. What about this lot, though?

Oh, I'll deal with it when I get home.

It was right, wasn't it?

To buy it all today.

Of course.

It's not much longer to go now.

I just didn't want to tempt fate by
getting it too soon.

In case anything should go wrong.

Nothing will go wrong.

No.

I'll see you later.

Oh, Miss Barker, I'm sorry. I think
there's someone in the house. Could I

the police?

I understand you're organising the
Christmas dance this year, Mrs Craddock.

How are the arrangements coming along?

Well, ticket sales have been a little
sluggish, but we're going to make a last

-minute push.

Have you found an emcee yet?

Well, I've been giving that a lot of
thought.

We need someone who commands real
respect in the community.

Someone with a natural air of authority.

To be perfectly honest, I think there's
only one possible candidate.

Well, I'm sure you'll be able to twist
his arm.

Oh, I do hope so.

Oh, Mr Hayes.

Have you decided yet?

What's that?

To be emcee.

Only too happy. Oh, wonderful.

Oh, good luck.

Whiskey and water, please. And you, Mrs
Craddock? I'm fine, thank you.

I'm confident we can make a success of
the occasion.

I think it's a question of using our
combined skills, my business acumen and

your obvious powers of personal
persuasion.

I understand you're a formidable
proposition on the dance floor, too.

Well, I have one, one or two private,
yes.

Only one or two?

I heard you were a junior champion.

Well, yes, I was.

Really? Mr Hayes, I've got Sergeant
Craddock on the phone for you.

Mr Hayes, you think you have an
intruder?

Yes. I went in. There were sounds coming
from upstairs.

Then I ran out of the house and I saw a
light at one of the upstairs windows.

Well, then it went out.

Which room?

The nursery, I think. In the west wing.

You stay here. We'll have a look.

Some intruder.

Well, go on, Phil.

Threaten.

Well, you must have followed me into the
house this afternoon when I came in to

do the cleaning.

Silly cat, aren't you?

You work here?

Yes.

Miss Barker used to live here.

I was Mr Gregg's housekeeper.

When he died and the house was sold to
Mr and Mrs Hayes, I moved out.

But they very kindly agreed to let me
rent the lodge.

You feeling a bit less shaky now?

Yes, I'm much better, thank you.

Jane, are you OK?

I've got a call from Sergeant Craddock.
What's happened?

I'm... Fine.

Sorry, darling. False alarm.

Moggy here got stuck in the nursery.

Your wife thought he was a burglar.

What a relief.

I feel so stupid.

But that light did spook me.

What light?

The light in the nursery.

You must have left the lamp on. The cat
knocked it over.

I haven't been in the nursery for days.

Have you, Miss Barker?

No. Why should I?

You must have done it yourself and
forgotten.

No. No, I didn't, honestly. I don't like
to go in there, not until the baby's

safely born.

I feel super -difficult.

Must have been a ghost of Eldon Hall,
then.

Oh, don't say that.

Why? There isn't a ghost, is there?

Well, there is a story about a servant
girl who used to work here.

One of Mr Gregg's ancestors made the
girl pregnant.

Well, his wife had no children of her
own, so he asked the girl to give the

child up to her, to be brought up as
their own child.

Well, the girl refused, saying she'd
kill herself first.

Well, she had the baby in secret.

But it died.

And she did what she said.

She threw herself off the roof.

And she still haunts the place.

Learning for the cries of a baby.

Searching for it.

That's awful.

It's absolute nonsense.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it is.

Well, consider him cautioned. If he
tries it again, we'll arrest him.

Oh, I've heard that story about ghosts
at Eldon House countless times.

I might be prepared to believe it if
there weren't so many different

We all know Phil's a complete sceptic
about all that.

Only Phil.

Only if Phil would dismiss it
completely.

I wouldn't be surprised if this one
doesn't decide to come over Christmas. I

know.

I'm trying not to think about it.

You're worrying, aren't you?

I'm 39.

You'll be fine.

I know.

That's what Graham's always said.

Has he wanted one for a long time?

Yes.

But he doesn't understand.

Understand what?

Oh, that you can be so worried about
losing a child that you don't want to

the risk.

But you've no real reason to think you
might lose it.

I know.

I'm probably being silly.

Have you got kids?

Um, no.

Takes far more courage, doesn't it?

Than men realise.

Well, maybe, but...

I don't think you've got any reason to
worry.

I'll start the rest of the logs in the
yard.

Thanks, Stephen.

You'll need an arm of that, won't you?

Are you offering?

I must want to take advantage.

Ta.

Are you going to the Christmas dance
then, Stephen?

I don't know.

I'm not too sure ballroom dancing's my
sort of thing, you know.

Well, it's not me either.

Well, I'm going to give it a go.

There. This should attract more punters.

I've doubled the prize money, and I'm
going to present a trophy to the prize

winners. Oh, put it up.

Oh, what's up there?

That's right, isn't it? Have you
actually got fixed away a trophy yet?

Not yet, no.

Oh, well, let's have a... I know we are
the strays. Claude Greengrass.

Pleased to meet you.

What sort of trophy did you have in
mind?

Something commensurate with the
occasion.

Yeah, and actually, well, I might be
able to help you.

Really? Yeah, well, I'm in the trophy
trade, you know, on the, like, antique

side. Good.

Thanks for your days.

You've been busy.

Mm.

Yeah.

Mr Rafe says you might have some work
inside for me.

In a few months, we might, after the
baby's been born.

We need to find a Christmas tree. Could
you do that for me?

Yeah, of course I will.

I haven't really thought about Christmas
yet.

Sadly surprising.

Can't be much longer now.

I should be so happy.

I've got everything, haven't I? Almost.

I just don't feel I deserve it, you see.

Why? A feeling.

I don't know.

Miss Barker, there's a ghost.

Yeah, they were talking about it in the
pub earlier.

I don't think anyone really believes it.

I'm sure you're right.

I don't think we've got a trophy.

There must be something down there. It's
like Tutankhamun's tomb, isn't it?

Well, we've got some treasure down here.
Not exactly, apart from you.

No, no, that's not true.

Who do you think's going to win this
dancing competition, then, Bert?

You don't think you're running a book?

A can of duck.

I just want to get the odds right.

You know, some people say that them
Craddocks has won medals.

Yeah, I've already made them favourites.

Not really.

Do you know any other serious
contenders?

Oh, what do I know about ballroom
dancing?

Hey! What about that, then?

No, we are getting somewhere.

It's not bad, that. What do you think,
Bud?

Yeah, well... Good luck.

It's over all right.

Come along with a bit of polish on it,
won't it? Yeah, look, it says Northallan

Golf Club on the front.

Yeah, that's all right. You can re
-engrave that, can't you? Turn it into a

of pretty pattern.

I'm a car mechanic, not an engraver.

Fix it up and I'll give you a quid.

Make it two.

You're money mad, you are. Here, a bit
of polish here.

Certainly knew his wirings, old man
Gray.

Sell a sack with this stuff.

Doesn't it feel odd to you, drinking
someone else's wine?

Why should it?

I don't know.

It still feels like we're living in
someone else's house, surrounded by

else's furniture and books.

Come off it, Jane.

We did really well. Some of it's worth a
fortune.

Well, it still feels wrong, somehow.

Jane, what's gone into you?

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be insensitive.

It'll be all right.

I know I'm being irrational.

I just don't want anything to go wrong.

It won't.

Oh, maybe I'm just tired.

I think you should get an early night.

Graham?

Well,

I've made a thorough search.

There's no sign of anyone.

Where were you at the time, Mr Heath?

Downstairs in my study. I'd fallen
asleep at my desk.

There's got to be a logical explanation
to this.

Well, we don't seriously believe they're
the ghost, do we?

I didn't imagine it.

You're overwrought at the moment, Jane.

I know what I saw, and I know what I
heard.

Look, um, there is one other
possibility.

Someone might be doing this to try and
upset you in some way.

What? Well, someone who knew about the
ghost stories and wanted to get to you

for some reason.

Well, who would want to do that?

Well, is there anyone else with access
to the house?

Only Miss Barker.

There was a rumour she was more to old
man Greg than Justice Housekeeper.

Apparently she expected something from
his will.

I really don't think she's the kind of
person who'd do this.

Why don't you put this ghost nonsense in
your head? It's not nonsense.

Look, I'll try to make what inquiries I
can, but in the meantime, if you could

try and remain calm and let me know if
anything else happens, OK?

I realise it's Christmas, and the season
of goodwill towards all men and women,

but I'm afraid my charitable instincts
don't go so far as to believe there are

ghosts in Aidensfield.

Oh, what do you want us to do, then,
Sarge? Well, since the only person who

could possibly have any grudge against
the Hays is Miss Barker, I think I'd

better talk to her.

She's a bit of a spooky old bird.

She's a bit of a what, Bellamy?

A spooky old bird, Sarge.

The word spooky, Bellamy...

should be confined to lurid fiction.

It's not an adjective which has any
place in police work. Do you understand?

Sarge.

How well do you know Graham and Jane
Hayes, Miss Parker?

Not carefully at all.

But you get on all right with them? Oh,
well enough, considering.

Considering what?

Well, Mr Hayes is nice enough, or
perhaps a little brash for my taste,

money and all that.

Must have been a wrench, having to move
out of Eldon House.

It was.

What's all this about?

An intruder got into the house last
night.

Mrs Hayes is very upset.

Nothing was stolen, but whoever it was
got into the nursery. We were just

wondering if it was done out of malice.

Well, they've not accused me, I hope.

I go in twice a week to clean.

Otherwise I don't go near the place.

Miss Barker. I mean, somebody...

should suggest that I should do
something so malicious.

No one's making any accusations. This is
just a routine inquiry, that's all.

I see.

Good.

Now, if you don't mind, I have to go to
work.

Thank you.

Could you bring it through for me,
please?

Hello, Miss Barker.

How are you?

Fine, thank you, Stephen.

Shall I get you in a tub for it?

Which is A's.

OK.

No, not really.

Well, what's wrong?

Oh, I don't expect there's much point in
explaining to you. You probably don't

believe in them either.

Believe in what?

Ghosts.

Last night I heard a baby crying in the
nursery.

I went in and the cradle was rocking.

And you think it was a ghost?

Well, what else am I to think?

I'm worried that it's some kind of omen,
that something's going to go wrong with

the baby.

I don't think so, you know.

Anyway... They say you've nothing to
fear from ghosts and spirits, don't

If your conscience is clear.

That's reassurance itself.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe I am imagining it.

I couldn't find out if the story about
the servant girl is true, though.

There must be a book about it somewhere.

There you go.

Great that. You do a marvellous job with
this, David.

You know, if I was to charge a tenner
for that, I'd be doing myself.

Knowing you, you'd probably stick
another tenner on for the engraving.

By gum, you do know me well.

Shall I put it in a bag, then? Make sure
it doesn't get scratched.

Good idea, son. Here. Just make sure
it's there tomorrow night, all right?

What is it?

It's a letter from the servant girl to
Mr. Gregg's ancestor saying she'll kill

herself if they take the baby from her.

Her name was Grace Danby.

Well, tell me now you think the story's
nonsense.

Tell me now you think nothing's going to
go wrong with our baby.

Of course, it's a forgery.

Well, if it is, it's a very convincing
one.

It isn't a forgery.

Mrs. Hayes, you may well be convinced of
that.

But if possible, is it not, that this is
part of some elaborate and malicious

attempt to cause you serious distress?

So what do you intend to do?

In the end, we'll have to let our
forensic experts be the judge of that.

Why won't you just believe me?

Come on.

I'll take your hand.

Mrs. Hayes, we're police officers.

Whatever our sentiments, we have to
proceed rationally.

I just think it would put Mrs Hay's mind
at rest if we could convince her there

was nothing in this ghost story. Well,
how do you suggest we do that?

Well, we could try and find out if this
girl, Grace Danby, ever existed.

I suppose.

Bellamy, get on to the church and check
the parish records.

There's one other thing you could do,
Sarge.

Oh, Mr. Gregg, he had a sister.

He left her all his money.

I'm sure if anything like that had
happened in the family, she'd know.

Where does she live, Al?

Oh, she used to live in the village, but
she moved away.

But old Mr. Gregg's solicitor, Mr.

Tomkinson, he'd know.

He's got an office in Ashfordly.

You know the one.

I don't know what you're talking about,
Al.

Where young Miss Lambert works.

Better get over there, Bradley.

Yes, Sarge.

Don't waste too much time.

After all, we are police officers, not
ghost hunters.

I'm afraid Mr Tomkinson's out of the
office.

Well, could you look for me?

I'm not sure that he'd approve.

It's really quite important.

It better be.

Greg, you say?

Yeah, Harold.

I see someone's been trying to interest
you in the charity dance.

Yes, your sergeant's wife.

She persuaded Mr Tomkinson to buy
several tickets.

Are you going?

No, it's not within my scene.

A bit out of date and all that.

Oh, I love ballroom dancing.

I mean, I'm not that good at it, but I
like watching.

Oh, well, yeah, as a spectacle, it's...
The men really look as if they know how

to treat a woman.

which is a rare thing in my experience.

Here we are.

Mr Greg's sister's called Iris.

She lives at Redmars Farm out at
Shetley.

She's been married and widowed.

Her surname's Hutton.

Hutton.

Right. Well, thanks.

I'll, uh... I'll feed the dog, then.

It seems she moved into an old folks
home in Scarborough.

I rang him.

He said she died a couple of weeks ago.

Does that mean you're more inclined now
to believe the ghost story?

Jane, what is it?

We have looked everywhere, Mrs Hayes.

And I'm afraid there's no sign of a
grave.

Well, you can't have looked in the right
place.

Did you see it?

No, I'd just come back from seeing a
client.

I see.

It looks to me like someone's playing
very nasty games.

Mr. Hayes, you were out on a previous
occasion when Mrs. Hayes had a similar

experience.

Yes. Oh, you can't suspect Graham.
That's ridiculous.

We don't suspect anyone at the moment,
Mrs. Hayes.

We're simply trying to get at the truth.

And the truth, as I understand it, is
either someone's doing this to terrorise

you... or... You think I imagined it?

You've clearly been under a great deal
of stress.

It's there. I know it is. I saw it.

It had a date on it.

Christmas Eve.

Look, maybe you should move out of this
house for a while.

Just until the baby's safely born and
you've settled again.

I couldn't.

I couldn't do that.

I could admit you into hospital.

Just until the baby comes. It might only
be a few days.

Maybe you should, Jane.

Yes, I'll tell her that.

Bye.

That was Nurse Bolton.

She's made inquiries at the hospital,
and even though it's Christmas Eve

tomorrow, they can still take you.

What do you think?

I really think it will be better, Jane.

All right, then.

So long as you promise to go to the
dance tonight.

I couldn't possibly leave you.

No, you must.

You've put hours of work into it. And I
don't feel in the least afraid now.

I insist.

Okay.

Ah, Mrs. Craddock. How do you fancy
having a few bob on yourself to winning?

As I say, Mr. Greengrass, it's taking
part, not the winning that matters.

Absolutely. So you won't be upset if
they win it, then?

That's a far from foregone conclusion.

Mr. Greengrass.

Mr. Hayes, we've got your trophy. It's
really beautiful, right, David?

Here we are. Look at... What on earth is
that?

It's the... What have you done?

Look. That's that weed killer in this
pound of damage, isn't it?

Sorry, Mr Greengrass, you will be.

I'm sorry about that, Mr Rees, but we'll
get it lovely and shiny again, don't

you? Because it's an antique.

You'll really like it when we've done
it.

Here. Go and find some polish and get a
good buff up. Well, go on, or I'll buff

you up!

Go on!

Are you going to have a go?

If I can find some gallant young bloke
who doesn't mind having his feet trod

How about that gallant young bloke on
your right?

You never know. He might be tempted.

I wouldn't need much tempting, I tell
you.

I'd love to get on that floor.

Well, Graham's looking a lot happier.

That's because his wife is.

Maggie said they're taking her to
hospital tomorrow.

Might I have the pleasure, Mary?

You want me to dance?

More than that.

I want you to partner me in the
competition.

Really?

Well, why not?

Good luck.

Ah,

Jim. Your mother know you're not wearing
a vest.

Can I have a vest on me Auntie Mary
clothes?

What? An Oscar.

What? Those two aren't temporary, are
they? Yeah.

What else will you give me?

Oh, then, I hope you like.

Excuse me, I'm wondering about the
staff. What do you want?

What's the matter? Look, I'm busy.

Have you done it?

I can't find any sort of polish
anywhere.

Would you seal soap and water and a bit
of elbow grease? Just get it clean, will

you? Well, don't stand there with your
face hanging out. Go and do it.

Fifty to one.

Right then.

I'll have ten bucks.

Mrs. Hutton.

Oh, Mr.

Ventress. I thought you were dead.

Do dead ladies dance?

Hello.

Hi. You made it, then?

Well, yeah.

Well, as you say, it's a very graceful
form of dancing.

So how come you've never learnt it?

What, have you?

Well, I can get by.

With the right man to guide me?

Well, um, maybe later we could... So you
can dance?

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the
centerpiece of the evening, our

competition.

So will competitors please take their
partners for the waltz?

Right. Ready, Oscar?

I've never been more ready in my life.

I'm sorry to intrude. Hello, Mr.
Lambert. There's someone in the air I'd

you to meet. Alf, can't it wait?

In a word, no.

Look, I'm sorry. Excuse me.

This is Mr.

Gregg's sister.

Mrs. Hutton.

But when I called the home, they told me
you were dead.

I'm getting tired of this.

That's Miss Hooden from Tadcaster.

She popped off in August.

Now, I've no intention of popping off.

There are tea dances every afternoon of
the week in Scarborough.

Now, I gather you want to know about
Grace Danley.

Yes.

Well, she did have an illegitimate baby
back, one of my ancestors, but she

didn't give the baby up. She got married
and moved to another parish outside

Whitby. And both she and the baby.

lived to ripe old ages.

You're sure?

Positive.

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to
go and get another gin and tonic.

So it was all in Jane Hay's mind after
all.

Well, I shouldn't believe a word she's
told you.

Miss Barker?

She's like her brother, Mr. Gregg.

Sounds convincing, but it's never told
the truth about anything.

Are you saying that she's lying about
Grace Damby and her baby?

She thinks it's just unpleasant gossip
about her family.

But I'm convinced it's true.

Well, can you prove it?

I don't need to. And nobody who's spent
any time in that house apart from the

Greggs disputes it.

Well, you should talk to Stephen
Lorimer.

Well, he's totally convinced.

And he's found out all sorts of things.

Stephen Lorimer?

Well, it's here somewhere. I saw him
with Gina.

Gina?

Where's Stephen?

Good question.

You let a man out of your sight for five
minutes and he disappeared?

Here, look.

I'll see you later.

Well, where are you going?

I'm going to check on Jane.

Neck and neck, eh? You and the
Craddocks?

Well, Oscar and Aunty Mary did pretty
well, too.

I know. A real pair of dark horses.

I take it this isn't your kind of thing,
then, Gina?

I don't know. I need a partner if I'm
going to find out.

Ladies and gentlemen, please take the
floor for the Foxtrot.

What are you doing, David?

David!

Well, it won't come off with soap and
water, so I'll use the scrubbing brush.

It's not a scrubbing brush, David. It's
a flipping wire brush.

I was desperate.

You will be, because so are we now.

We'll have to find someone else
somewhere.

Jane!

I'd like to understand.

Understand what?

What it feels like to know you've been
abandoned.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a little boy.

The little boy who was given away.

No one wanted him.

Children's homes.

Foster parents.

He was the same everywhere.

No one really cared.

So one day he decides to try and track
down the one person he thinks really

loves him.

Because he'd been led to believe that
the only reason she adopted him...

It was because his father was hardly
more than a child himself.

He didn't want to know.

She was on her own.

She hadn't the money to give him any
sort of decent life.

What are you saying?

What's going on?

I'm a little boy.

You're looking a bit worried, Claus.

What's up?

Do you reckon Oscar and Mary are going
to win?

They've got no chance. No, I must have
laid David somewhere.

I think I've found something that might
be suitable. Right, well, not in here.

Why? Why do it this way?

You don't deserve another child.

But you could have tried to speak to me.
You could have listened to my side of

things. What are you talking about? I
tried, didn't I?

I sent a letter to you via a solicitor
offering to meet.

I never received it.

You wrote back, didn't you?

You wrote back saying you didn't want
any contact.

I never sent it.

You're a liar.

Where are you going?

Are you all right?

That is my baby.

Which means that still tying for first
place are Raymond and Penny Craddock and

Neil and Maggie Bolton.

But... moving nicely up the field, and
only two points behind our leaders are

Oscar Blaketon and Mary Clark.

So, without more ado, let's get on with
the final dance, the quick step.

I heard someone said their speciality.

It's ours too, Penny.

Don't worry.

How are your knees, Oscar?

Oh, bearing up under the strain.

Don't say anything, but I think we're in
with a shout here.

We think we're in with a chuck.

Oh, definitely.

Tonight could be our big moment.

Mrs. Bolton, urgent telephone call for
you.

Well, where's the trophy? I'm going to
have to present it in a minute. I know.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hayes, but we couldn't
get it to clean up. I've got you a

marvellous replacement. Look at that.

What's this?

It's better, and you can have it for the
same price.

Well, I suppose it'll have to do.

Graham, there's been a problem at home.
James has gone into labour.

Come on, we'll explain on the way.

Don't you think we should go now?

No, I've got to wait for Hayes to come
back.

He hasn't paid me yet.

We've made her as comfortable as
possible. She's in the bedroom. Right,

Mike.

What exactly is going on?

I'll explain later.

We're not going anywhere.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Hayes has
suddenly been called away.

And in his absence, I've been asked to
announce the winners.

Now, the marks for the last dance will
be posted up shortly.

Following the withdrawal of Dr Bolton
and his wife, he'd send it up as a two

-horse race.

Well, to be exact, it's more of a photo
finish.

But I'd like you all to give a big round
of applause to the runners -up, Penny

and Sergeant... Penny and Raymond
Craddock.

And the winners are Oscar Blaketon and
Mary Clark.

Without further ado, I'd like to present
them with this... ...interesting

trophy.

Present it.

That's £25 you'd owe me, Claude.

I knew me Auntie Mary was good.

Come on, £25.

I've seen that cut before, along to the
hotel.

Do what?

In the library.

In the library?

Yes, I went to the funeral.

Whose funeral?

Oh, Mr. Webster used to run this hotel.

He's inside.

Well, his ashes are.

I don't think we ought to be here,
David.

David? David?

I thought you were flogging make -up and
leads.

Who are you? I'm not flogging make -up,
thank you very much.

I'm second in charge with the cosmetic
council.

I'm just over Christmas.

I see.

Anyway, what are you doing here?

Supporting a good cause.

You've been supporting the bar most of
the evening. I've been watching you.

Well, there was no way anybody was going
to get me on that dance floor.

Come on, Melanie, what are you, a mouse
or a mouse?

Get out there.

Jane's had a baby boy.

How is he?

They're both fine.

Jane's told me.

Yeah, well, I say I'm sorry.

I thought I did justice to all I feel.

There's something I've got to tell you.

I intercepted that letter you sent to
Jane.

What? You mean you never really got to
her?

No.

I was at the solicitors on other
business when they gave me the letter.

I'm ashamed to admit that I opened it.

I just... I always felt there was
something in Jane's past that

she was hiding from me.

When I found out, I thought it was a
part of her life she should put behind

Wasn't that her decision?

Maybe.

I just felt too threatened by it all to
let her make it.

So I sent back a reply, as if from her,
saying she had no wish to see you.

I'm sorry.

No.

No, it's me who should be sorry.

Jane wants you to come to the house
tomorrow.

I don't think there'd be any question of
pressing charges.

Right.

He's going to come and see you.

Thank you.

I wonder, should I go or should I stay?

And there's only one more song to play.

And then I saw you at the corner of my
eye.

A little girl alone and so shy.

Sorry, somebody came up. Work.

I guessed as much.

I thought you'd have gone.

And would you have minded?

Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

Would you dance with me?

You lead, I'll follow.

You're terrible at this.

I know.

But I'm not quite so bad at this.