All language subtitles for Heartbeat s10e12 Safe House

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

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

In the middle of the road.

All I had was hanging on my back.

Only you know.

I'll talk with him this evening, but I'm
sure we'll do what we can to help.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Sorry to buzz you when you were busy,
but the gentleman on the phone said it

urgent. That's all right, Gwen. I'm free
now. Did you get a name?

Greengrass. Claude Greengrass.

PC Bradley?

Yes? Detective Chief Superintendent,
Town and Leeds CID.

Um, come in, sir.

Ah, pleasant little play.

Uh, the nipper.

Quiet, I imagine.

Oh, so -so, sir. I report to the
sergeant at Asperley. Should I let them

you're here? Uh, no.

Um, I'm sorry, sir, but, um...

Should I know why you're here?

Top brass don't normally drop in like
this.

No, I expect not.

You heard of a Jim Duggan?

Well, first division criminal.

What do you know about him?

Only what I've read in the papers.

Isn't he about to go to trial?

Starts tomorrow in Leeds.

Only way we've been able to nail him is
by doing a deal with one of his men.

Barry Ross.

What sort of deal?

Oh, information in return for money,
legal immunity, new identity, that sort

thing.

We've hidden Ross for six months, but
Duggan's men are making one last effort

find him.

So that's why you're here?

I want you to hide him till he takes the
stand in three days' time.

Hide him?

Here, sir?

Police house, isn't it?

Has this been cleared by my superiors?

Chief Constable's superior enough for
you.

Of course, sir.

I'm pleased to hear it.

Duggan's the biggest crime boss outside
London. He's got the money to buy

anyone, and I mean anyone. So no one
else must know about this, Constable.

your sergeant, your mates at the
station.

Um, just one complication, sir.

My wife.

Don't worry about that, lad. I've
already spoken to her.

Is the proprietor in?

No, Mr. Scraps had to go out urgently.

I'm just filling in.

But can I help you at all?

Certainly, look.

You can put the kettle on.

How are you, Bradley?

Hello, David.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I? No,
Claude asked me to wait for you here.

All right.

Where is he?

Come and sit down, David.

Nothing bad happened, has it?

No, no, no, something good.

He got word from his sister in the West
Indies that she's won a lot of money in

the government sweepstake.

As her closest relative, she's promised
to share it with him.

Flippin' heck!

Is he down the pub celebrating?

No, he's on his way to the airport to
catch a flight.

What's the West Indies?

You never said.

The news on the ticket only arrived this
morning. It had been locked in the

post.

My holiday.

It's more than that, David.

You've gone for the foreseeable future.

How long's that for?

Possibly a long time.

Oh, I see.

And that's why he wants to make
provision for you and Alfred.

Is it sunny in the West Indies?

Yes.

I'll be picking his hat.

Any problems?

No. Thanks for filling in at such short
notice. Oh, it's no trouble.

Did you get called off OK?

Yeah, just made it.

Oh, look, he's selling something away.

Can you imagine it?

White beaches and blue skies.

Oh, it sounds lovely, doesn't it? Oh,

there's a gentleman in the back waiting
to see you.

What gentleman?

Tell him it's Vernon, he said.

Vernon?

Bernie! Crying out loud. Why do you do
that?

What are you doing here?

Oh, that's nice. Your nearest kith and
kin pays a visit and that's your

Well, it's such a... Pleasant surprise.

Long time.

Not as long for you, Bernie, as for me.

Because from the look of it, time here
has stood flaming still.

Hi. Hi. Good day.

Oh, strange day.

Yeah. Look, I'm sorry I wasn't able to
warn you about Tatton before he dropped

on you.

As soon as he left my office, I got an
urgent call to go to Claude

Have you heard about him?

Oh, yes.

The Bush Telegraph's been busy all day.

Look, as for Tatton, I'm not at all sure
we should go along with it.

It sounded more like an order than a
request, Mike.

Well, for me, possibly, but not for you.

Look, we know nothing about Ross or the
men looking for him.

Well... Towton says we'll be helping to
put a major criminal behind bars.

It's only for two nights.

It'll be fine, honestly.

Hi, Bernie.

Hello again.

What can I get you?

Usual for me, and a scotch. Will that be
a single or a double?

Make it a double, love, to mark the
occasion.

Oh, what occasion's that been?

The first time me and our kid have seen
each other for 15 years.

Vernon's my brother.

Really?

You don't look much like brothers.

Stepbrother.

My mother was a small, delicate, bold
woman. And his... wasn't.

So what brings you back here, then,
Vernon?

Well... I've been and made a bit of
brass, you know, and I thought I might

invest a bit of it back here.

Oh? In what sort of thing?

Well, there's a hotel in Whitby that's
caught my eye.

Oh, so you think it headed over there,
then, are you?

Aye.

I thought it would be rude to pass.

You've watched your back.

Yes, sir.

Barry, PC Bradley.

All right?

You'll be safe here.

Oh, yeah.

That's what you said before I cut this.

There's a spare helmet on the bike.

Keep him in doors.

Don't try to contact me unless it's
absolutely necessary. And remember,

nobody. Right, sir.

I'll see you back here 9am, two days'
time.

Yes, sir.

He's not answering, sir.

Likely he's on his way.

Can we give him any ideas to what you
want to speak to him about?

Why not?

If the same applies to you two.

Oh.

Overdue and sloppily presented
paperwork.

Ah.

Whose sandwich is that?

What's the filling?

It's a cheese and chutney.

Not guilty.

It seems like only five minutes.

since I lost loose doubt in here.

A few months under Sergeant Craddock and
you're back to your old ways.

I want all outstanding reports and files
brought up to date. And while I'm in

charge, no more eating in the duty room.

Right, Sergeant.

Anyone else work here?

Nope. Coldest?

Pens. Keep out of sight and it shouldn't
be a problem.

Assuming your missus can keep her trap
shut.

She can.

She's one in a million, then.

The injury.

Doug can do it. It's one of his men.

Tell me, why are you running the risk?

I've done one stretch inside.

I'm not doing another.

So what did you go down for?

Parking on a zebra crossing.

Let's just... Garden.

Sarge. Bradley.

I expected you in my office this
morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you busy with this gentleman?

No,

Sarge. He's just a friend of mine.

He's stopping over on his way up to
Newcastle.

John. Hello.

All right?

I'll go and find my bunk there. Right,
yeah, just up the stairs, second on the

left, John.

Welcoming visitors, more important than
doing your job.

No, I was actually catching up on some
paperwork.

Really? I was going to ask you about
that.

Have you got a statement from the man
who witnessed the RTA outside the

Aidensfield Arms?

Not yet, Sarge. It's well over a month
since the accident.

Well, I've tried, but he lives in Whitby
and he's only available in the evening,

so... Then go and see him in the
evening.

Right, Sarge. I want it on my desk first
thing tomorrow morning.

Without fail.

First thing.

Alex, Mike Bradley.

Look, I need a favour, just between you
and me.

The criminal record of a Barry Roth.

Yeah, Roth, yeah.

And don't let anyone know I'm asked, OK?

Thanks.

Finally got up, have you?

I think better lying on me back.

Shout out if you need any help under
there.

Well, were you

thinking of how to get from here to
Whitby?

No.

I was thinking of how to get this set up
from here to the 20th century.

Don't waste your time.

I mean, look at you.

Mechanic, undertaker, petrol pump
pumper, and very good you are.

But anyone can see you're not a
businessman.

But how is that?

Well, for a start, you've got your hands
dirty.

Vernon, I'm happy the way things are,
thanks.

Well, I'm not.

You haven't forgotten I'm a shareholder
in this lean -to -you -call -a -garage.

Five percent to my ninety -five. A
stakeholder nonetheless, like Dad

Entitled to a share of the profits.

Profits? I never make a profit. Well,
brother of mine, your luck is about to

change.

You mean Mrs Bradley, David?

Yeah, she was waiting at Mr Greengrass's
for me.

You know, he's given me the house and
the business to run as I like while he's

away. So he told me.

I've never lived by myself before, Mr
Scripps.

You've got Alfred for company and your
mum's only up the road.

Oh, David, this is Vernon.

Vernon's my stepbrother.

And David is... Well, I'm... the owner
of a truckload of

turnips, by the look of it.

Oh, that's right, that's me.

Turnips? I was concreting this farm
track and Mr Greengrass, he said, I know

you come back without being paid.

Well, that farmer hasn't got much money
and so in the end I've ended up with...

Turnips?

What are you going to do with them?

Oh, I was rather hoping you were going
to tell me that.

The Crown will prove, beyond reasonable
doubt, that Michael James Duggan was on

each occasion the architect of these
crimes and their chief beneficiary.

It will be shown that the accused has
been able to effect these crimes while

evading prosecution for a considerable
time and that he is a highly dangerous

and highly organised criminal.

Edmonton Police.

Someone's been after the Regional
Records Office about our man. Was it

Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I was... I told you
not to talk to anybody.

Look, I did it out of concern for my
wife.

Come on, Bradley. You've only got him
for two nights.

He saved them.

Well, of course he's saving his
position. He's only a threat to himself.

What did you say that for?

What? That you can help him.

You know nothing about turnips. In any
case, you're leaving today.

Ah.

Change of plan.

What?

If you think I'm spending another night
on that settee...

Look, if there's a problem of any
sort... There won't be a problem.

Son.

Couldn't join me, then?

No, thanks. Oh, come on.

My little cat's away.

You must be all right for yourself.

All the briefs I've had make a packet.

Of course, Duggan only got the best for
us.

It's the least he could do before you do
time for him.

Yeah, right.

You want a top -up?

No, thanks.

One's my limit.

So how come you got hitched to a cop
-up, eh?

A smart girl like you must be on twice
his money.

Money doesn't come into it.

Yeah, well, he'll never get rich then,
will he?

Not unless he's on the take.

Well, then he'll never get rich.

I think that's where I went wrong.

Not having a good woman to keep me in
check.

It's never too late.

No?

Sometimes there's no turning back.

No second chance.

I thought this was your second chance.

A new identity, a new life.

It'll still be me, though, won't it?

Well, people can change.

Yeah, come.

Just a top -up, eh?

No, I've had enough.

And I'd say you have, too.

Goodbye, little boy.

Alex, it's Mike.

Yeah, look, I know I put you on the
spot, but that's why I'm calling you at

home. Alex, I need to know what Ross
went down for.

Yes, it is that important.

What kind of violence?

Well, did you survive?

Yeah, yeah, I'm still here.

Um, yeah, look.

Thanks very much.

That's a

funny

feeling.

Copper shine me respect.

If the grass wants something, you make
sure it gets it.

Some pleasant female company, Barry. Oh,
yeah, yeah, certainly.

A condemned man's last wish.

I've got a busy day tomorrow.

I wasn't to be left alone.

Look, I'm very tired. Sit down and have
a nightcap.

I'm going to bed.

I wasn't to be left alone!

It was the condition.

Not for me, it wasn't.

Michael be home shortly.

Surely.

No, I don't think so.

Make yourself some coffee and sober up.

What, what?

I'll be arrested, eh?

Put on the clink.

Thanks, I do.

See, the thing is, they've got to keep
me sweet.

Sweet as you.

You shouldn't have done that.

Jackie!

Jackie!

What's happened?

He fell.

He tripped on the stairs.

Tripped? Too much whiskey.

Oh, wonderful.

Thanks for the sympathy.

Is he going to be all right?

No, we're going to have to get him
proper medical attention.

Well, how? He can't leave the house.

Well, then we'll have to get a doctor
here.

Well, a doctor's bound to ask questions.

I'll speak to Tatton. Mike, this can't
wait for Tatton. Anyone interested in

what I think?

No, they're not.

There's a young woman doctor at
Ashfordly Hospital. I've been dealing

on a serious injury claim.

I think she could be trusted.

Dr. Somerville?

Yes? Constable Bradley.

I think you know my wife, Jackie
Bradley, the philister?

Oh, yeah, hello.

Hi. Do you have a moment? I've just come
off night shift and my bed's calling.

So a moment's fine. Any longer, I'll be
asleep.

Oh.

What is it?

Well, I've got an injured man. He needs
a doctor desperately, but in the

strictest confidence.

Where is he?

I can tell you to him. Why can't you
bring him in?

I can't do that.

Look, I know this all sounds very
strange, but there is a good reason,

me. Look, I really have had a very long
night, and there are other excellent

doctors here.

Doctor, please. We need you urgently.

So this is your place, eh?

For the foreseeable future.

I expect you'll want to tidy things up a
bit.

I haven't thought, no.

Fresh lick of paint.

I don't want Mr Greengrass to come back
and not know where he is.

Most of this stuff, I think, could go on
a bonfire.

And they're not antique, see.

Who says?

Mr Greengrass.

And anyway, those that aren't antique,
they soon will be, that's what he says.

He's an expert, then, is he?

Yeah.

No,

I should have asked Tatton.

Mike, you had no choice.

So, what really happened on the stairs,
eh?

Look, he fell. He had too much to drink.
I've already said.

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone
with him again.

Good.

We've no business doing deals with a man
like that.

You should be in prison with a retinue.

It's not your decision.

I know, but it just doesn't feel right.

How is he?

Not very good.

The wound's become infected, so I've had
to give him an injection.

Thank you.

Perhaps you'll tell me now why he can't
go to hospital.

No, I can't. He sustained a gunshot
wound.

Yes, a couple of days ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

You might not have come.

You're dead right I wouldn't.

Look, I understand you're angry, but
we're depending on you to keep this

secret. Then give, Constable.

I can't.

Look, please, Doctor, trust us for one
more day, and then we'll be able to tell

you everything.

I'll need another injection and change
of dressing. I'll come early tomorrow.

And on how many occasions did you see Mr
Duggan over this period?

Oh, half a dozen times, I'd say.

Six times.

And did he use his own name?

No. He called himself Philip.

What do you mean, he fell?

He was drunk.

Well, I don't know. He must have had it
with him.

You're a walking disaster area, Bradley.

How safe is this doctor?

She'll stay quiet until the job's done.

You sound convinced.

I wish I were.

Are you going to tell me where we're
going?

We're here.

It's a pig farm.

Correct.

And what do pigs eat?

Anything.

Exactly.

You're pushing it.

What's up? Trouble at home?

What? No, no, no.

Everything's fine.

It's none of my business.

It doesn't look like it.

You're right, Alfred. It's just a new
business. Bradley!

That's a late maneuver.

In my office, please.

I asked for your witness statement first
thing.

I didn't get it. Why not?

Bike trouble. I had to turn back.

Shut the door.

You're beginning to bother me, Bradley.

Sorry?

You're your own man out in Aidensfield.

But it seems to me that you're abusing
the privilege.

Sarge, I didn't think it's sensible to
run the risk of getting stranded.

Especially as you might have had other
plans.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Your friend's still staying with you?

Yes. Well, you must have had plans
before I put my oar in yesterday.

Not particularly.

I find that hard to believe.

In fact, I'm finding you increasingly
hard to believe.

I'm sorry, Sarge, I... You failed to
turn up for parade yesterday without

explanation and again today.

Sarge.

Not even an excuse?

Very well.

I'm making this a formal disciplinary
matter. Shut the door on your way out.

This morning I was tired and confused.

But now I've had a chance to think, I
feel even more compromised.

We took advantage of you.

I'm very sorry. It's the rule of my
profession that a gunshot wound has to

reported.

Yes, I'm aware of that. My career could
finish right here.

Suppose your husband was responsible for
that wound, or a friend of his.

You'd be accused of adding an event.
Exactly.

Can you give me one good reason to trust
you?

No.

I can only ask that you give Mike the 24
hours that he needs.

Why me?

Can you tell me that?

I judged you were the sort of person I
could depend on at a crisis.

And your GP isn't?

We haven't got one in Adenfield.

If it would help, you could swear an
affidavit detailing the circumstances.

That would carry some weight if you were
ever called to account.

What's up?

I'm off.

Why, what's happened? They were here.
Who?

These two blokes at the front door. I
think one of them saw me.

Jehovah's Witnesses. What?

Jehovah's Witnesses. I saw them in the
village. Look, I won't leave you again.

No, too late. Let me talk to Tatton.
Forget it.

They're on to me.

Who says they're on to you?

Have you been using the phone?

Yeah. Yeah, I've been using the phone.

You just can't get it, do you, eh?

They're torturing people to get to me.

Nobody's going to get here, all right?
Well, I'm not staying here on your safe,

though.

I was just, um... Is there a problem?

I think so.

I was hoping you might tell me what it
is.

The problem?

With you, Bradley.

Well, Sarge, there really isn't anything
to say.

Look, it's not too late to tear up my
official complaint in return for a

openness.

Your friend gone now?

Yes, Sarge.

Forgive me, but he didn't seem your
sort.

I know. I knew him way back when.

No.

There's someone upstairs.

No.

Why are you lying to me?

Did you want pigs?

Not really.

What are you going to do with them?

Don't know.

What are you doing, Vernon? David needs
cash, not livestock.

Best deal possible, our kid.

He's better off with two pigs and a
truckload of turnips. Don't see how.

Turnips don't need feeding.

Turn them out when you get home, David.
They'll forage for themselves.

And then tomorrow we'll see about
getting your cash.

Tomorrow?

You said you'd made yourself a stack of
money.

So I have.

It's just going to take a day or two to
sort of liberate it.

Oh?

Very hard getting currency over the Iron
Curtain, you know.

I wouldn't know.

Yes, well, take it from one well -versed
in the ways of international trade.

So where exactly is your cash?

Lithuania.

Where is he? Upstairs. I've cuffed him
to the bed. What? Well, if he isn't

to give evidence, I assume he'd be
facing charges.

I'm Sergeant Noak, sir.

Yeah, I gather you play the key part in
this fiasco.

Just trying to do my job, sir.

Is it usual to commandeer an officer
without informing his superior? There's

nothing usual about this, Sergeant.

If I've been followed, Bradley, I'll
have your backs out for a plate rack.

Get those cuffs off him.

Sir.

You took your time, didn't you?

Had to be careful.

You's lost your bottle, Barry.

Wise duck, you mean.

You wait for me downstairs, lad.

What do you mean, wise duck?

Well, for the first time in his life.

Duggan's sweating, me.

Maybe I can bang him up.

Or save him.

Well, go down yourself.

Oh, yeah. For five?

Seven years?

And then a big wedge of cash to come out
to.

You think?

Yeah, I think.

Ah, you can save Duggan, Barry, but you
can't save yourself.

They'll take your offer and squash you
like a cockroach. I doubt you'd ever

out of jail.

You'd say anything to get me into that
witness box.

You're a grass, Barry.

You're finished here.

So you pull yourself together and seize
that.

Right, he's headed straight again.

Nine o 'clock tomorrow.

Right, sir.

No more flip -ups.

So did Sergeant Oaks apologise?

Grudgingly.

Still, you're off the hook. No, off for
the time being.

Come on.

You deserve a commendation for this. Oh,
thanks.

But I'd be just as happy to get him off
the premises. It's been a long two days.

Oh, never mind.

Mittler will be over by tomorrow.

You giving up the hunt?

First took him to take it to the wire.

Better?

More like.

Where is he?

Police house, Aidensfield.

Any idea where he'll end up?

As far as the money will take me.

What will you do?

So, for a living.

I'll make her.

The doctor's here.

Shouldn't you be eating by now?

No, I'm working here this morning.

All right, see you later.

Right then.

Yeah.

OK? Yep.

Time to go.

Thanks again.

It's even over.

Who? The wounded man.

It's a big day. I'll tell you later.

It's a nice quiet spot you've got here.

I wouldn't mind having a look round.

I'm not due in the office until later.

I'll give you the guide to tour if you
like.

No problems overnight then?

Oh, no.

Ike and Tina seem quite happy in the
barn. Ike and Tina?

Yeah.

That one, mate. This one's Ike, and
that... Hang on, mate. Oh, never mind,

They'll both taste the same.

I told you not to get too attached to
them.

He fired a neighbor's house. He tried to
save a boy he thought was trapped

inside. That's terrible.

Yeah, the village hasn't had a doctor
since.

Is this place still select?

Yes, I think so.

Why, are you interested?

Who knows? I hear GPs sometimes get to
sleep at night.

Well, you'll be welcomed with open arms.
The people have to see GPs out of the

area. What about those on the outlying
farms?

They use the vets for everything except
amputations.

Thanks for showing me around. It's my
pleasure.

What was that then?

Who knew? Look, as far as I know, only
Tat and me. Who sold me out?

Shut up. Get in there. You're not going
anywhere.

What's up?

Look, Bernie, I need your help. There
are two men after us and they're armed.

Armed? Yeah, look, I need you to hide
this man whilst I call for

Oh, great, the cavalry. The Keystone
Flaming Cops. Look, will you do that for

me? Yes.

Absolutely.

She's here.

It's Bradley. He's another lad.

Bradley? We were ambushed.

Bernie Strips with Garretts. Two men in
a maroon cortina and they're armed.

Where are they likely to go looking for
you? I've no idea.

Jackie. Bradley?

Hello? Hello?

Sorted.

Were they interested?

More than interested.

I've done you a right good deal.

How do you mean?

You like sausages, don't you?

Where is she?

Jackie!

Jackie!

Where is she?

Oh, helping us look for Ross. She has no
idea where he is and you know that.

So why don't you tell me? Then we can be
on our way. Can Duggan pay you enough

to risk the charge of kidnap?

She volunteered.

Yeah, sure.

Africa. When you see her.

And when's that going to be?

Depends on you, Constable.

Fair exchange, surely. What's a piece of
scum like Barry Ross to you compared to

her?

I will have to think twice.

You harm her and I'll kill you. Fine.

So let's be sensible.

Then we're both happy.

I'm warning you. No, I'm warning you.

He's at the garage.

Which one?

There is only one. I'll take you there.

No, thanks.

I'm sure your wife can show us the way.

Or just in case.

Bye, please.

Don't do anything stupid.

What have you got to say?

Nothing.

Why not?

Because Mr Greengrass has told me never
to swear in front of the dog.

Didn't he teach you out about business?

Business?

All we've done is we've turned a heap of
turnips into a load of sausages.

You're missing the point, lad.

It's the food chain.

And what do you find at the end of the
chain?

A plug.

You know, your Mr. Greengrass has got an
awful lot to answer for.

Where's the boss?

At this moment, that's me.

Is that right?

Can I help you?

We're looking for a friend. We were told
he was here.

Sorry. Can't help you.

You! Where is he?

There's nobody here.

Mind if I check?

Yeah.

Don't let's be silly.

We just want to talk to him. Don't make
trouble for yourself.

Or, uh...

Get out.

Get after it.

Are you all right?

Finally. They went off to her.

What? I think Ross is in trouble.

I need a car.

Come on.

Are you all right?

I'll be fine. Come on, be a minute.

Still with it.

Running out of petrol.

What? Well, at this speed, it only does
10 miles to the gallon.

For heaven's sake.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

We're flowing.

Sorry.

Shall we roll it, please?

What?

It must still be the garage. Come on.

Close call. Tell me later.

Count on it.

That the evidence I shall give shall be
the truth, the whole truth, and nothing

but the truth.

David, what can I get you?

Well, that depends, love. On what?

On whether we're celebrated or not.

Did you get a chance to pop a sausage or
two under your grill?

Yeah, I did.

And was I right or was I right?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

You see?

So how many do you want?

Well, at the right price, I'll take the
lot.

The lot?

Well, a bang of the mash is the
rambler's favourite.

I can stick them in the chest freezer
and use them as and when.

What is a business brain like yours
doing in such a pretty head?

Working out the right price.

Do great minds think alike?

We're disappointing a bunch of customers
so you can have the lot, you know.

Can't we?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Go on, then.

What's this?

Ten shillings.

The rest is staying in the till.

Why?

Well, I was wondering how Claude was
going to pay his plate off.

What am I going to do now?

Get it rounding.

How am I going to make ends meet?

I've got a house to upkeep. I've got a
dog to feed. Seems to me, David, what

need is a lodger.

Where am I going to find a lodger?

I think you might find this one not a
million miles away.

When you're ready, love.

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

I don't know shit in my memory.