All language subtitles for heartbeat_s07e08_friendly_fire

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

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

That was Richard Elam.

The dog's been sighted in the North
Cops.

What have you done, Dad?

I knocked these off rushing.

Get a chair and put them back for us,
will you?

Yeah.

Like they were before, eh?

Good riddance.

Call an ambulance.

Quick, let's attack him.

I'll warn them you're coming.

How is he, then?

He's got a nasty wound to his shoulder,
but it could have been much worse.

What's up with them?

They're supposed to be experienced guns,
aren't they?

Have they had a chance to talk to him
yet?

Well, when you do, you can tell them. It
was an illegal shoot.

That dog had been called in mayhem,
Fouch.

They must have felt that to take their
chance.

I'm all for farmers sorting things out
on their own land.

provided they're not cack -handed about
it.

As it is, you've now got the job of
writing a report.

Right, Arch.

Where's me usual delivery man?

On holiday.

What's up? Want the bus too?

Well, that depends if you've got what I
want.

Step inside, we'll see.

You're inhaling too much yeast, Cliff
Dyson.

Right, what can I get you?

We like white loaf, a small brown, two
dozen baths and a dozen Adenfield buns,

please. Adenfield buns?

You're joking, right? You know we
haven't had any for months.

What, your dad's still keeping the
recipe to himself?

Oh, give over. I'm up to you here.

I've got all the buns.

I've tried them, Cliff.

They're not the same. Sorry.

All right.

How's your dad doing at the theatre?

Oh, up and down.

Some days he doesn't recognise either me
or Frank.

Others, he's sharp as ever.

Oh, well.

Catch him on a good day. Maybe he'll get
that recipe, eh?

Morning. Oh, just the man.

Be in love and take them.

Ta.

What's he doing here?

He's helping me out.

Oh, aye.

Out of what?

Pub work doesn't stop when the customers
go home, you know.

Obviously not.

Ta -ra.

Where was Richard Egan?

Furthest gun that side.

Extreme right.

So you got to here, then what?

We worked our way down.

Still in a line?

No, we started to come round on where we
thought the dog were.

Like a circling movement.

I suppose, yeah.

Who saw the dog first?

Tom. Well, he shot it first, didn't he,
Rod?

Could you see the others?

No, there were trees and stuff in the
road.

Well, you were where?

Further scum this side.

Well, how many of the others were
visible from where you shot?

Oh, no idea.

You couldn't see Richard?

We weren't looking.

And where did you shoot from?

Uh, that rise.

What, thereabouts?

Right, well, thanks, Jeff.

All right if I speak to Tom?

Yeah, the boss.

He's not too bad, then?

No, considering.

Cheerful, the water's prepared.

That's Richard.

You must have known him for a fair time.

Yeah, he's a good friend.

Nasty shock for everyone, that.

Damn dog jinks was right to the end.

Geoff's been quite shaken up by it.

Yeah, well, that's only partly to do
with the shooting.

Oh? That time of the year.

The anniversary of Daniel's accident.

Oh, I'm sorry, I should have remembered.

Six years.

I can quote now.

About.

And this one won't give me much time to
think anyway.

You done?

Yeah, for now.

I'll need to speak to the others, see if
they can explain what happened.

Oh?

Yeah, well, after talking to you and
Geoff and seeing the place for myself, I

still can't work it out.

Ah, well, if I could see accidents
coming, there wouldn't be none, would

You know Richard Ealing well?

Known him a while.

He's well -liked round here, isn't he?

Pretty much, aye.

Why you?

Never do me no harm.

Do you know anybody that might want to
do him harm?

No. Why?

Just asking.

Well, I've said my piece, so I'd best
get on.

What is it?

What?

Bad news.

It came this morning from my Uncle
George.

I half expected it, I suppose.

The doctors have told him he's not going
to be fit enough to come back to run

the pub.

Whatever.

He's given up his licence.

I feel so sorry for him.

He wanted to come back to the pub more
than anything.

So when does this leave you?

I don't know, Steve.

But don't say anything until I've sorted
something out.

No, of course not.

Geoff Keane was on the tractor with
Daniel on his knee.

The ground was sloping a bit, but not
enough to be a problem.

Until they hit a dip and the tractor
turned over.

Well, Geoff escaped with bruising, but
Daniel was thrown off and crushed.

How awful.

They must have been devastated.

Yeah, traumatised the whole village at
the time.

Do they have any other children?

Yeah, another son about three years ago,
and there's an older daughter.

Sorry I'm late.

That's all right.

I took Richard Elam's two girls to the
hospital and back to their grandmothers.

Did Dad ring?

No. No?

There's plenty of time.

I'd better check.

It'll call, Jo.

No, I have to check.

She, uh...

Said she might commute daily from York.

She mentioned it to you?

Yes. What did you say?

Well, I said she must do what she feels
happiest with.

Hello, Dad.

How are you?

What worries me is once she's there, she
might feel she can't leave.

I don't want to say anything or put
pressure on her, Annie.

You don't want to lose her either.

About time.

You take a turn on the van, Theo, or it
takes you.

I'll be back before this.

What have you been selling?

Bread? Or insurance?

I'll tell you what I haven't been
selling.

Those flaming buns you put on the van.

There's only one bun customers want, and
if you kept your trap shut, they could

have had it.

You what?

My trap?

Who else's? It was you, threatening to
leave.

And it was you who told the old man.

It is blessed fun brings customers in,
Frank, and we're out at Dyson's Bakery

and worth a light.

We'll just have to make a show of
burying the hatchet and up the old

fence.

Now then, Bill, how are you going?

I'm all right, thanks.

Who are you?

Claude. Don't you remember me? Claude
Greengrass.

You here to see me?

No, no, I've come to deliver a load of
topsoil. Well, somebody's coming to see

me. Ah, it'll probably be Frank and
Cliff, won't it? Frank and who?

Frank and Cliff, your sons.

Ah, well, you're here first, so come
along inside.

No, I can't. I'm working. I'm on a job.
Job?

Yeah, I've got to unload this lot.

What is it?

I've told you, it's topsoil for the
vegetable garden.

I haven't got a garden.

It's round the back. It's a big one.

Nobody told me.

No, I'm probably trying to keep it a
secret.

It's around there. You can't miss it.

What did I tell you? It's your lad.

I'd better get on.

You're not going to leave me with him.
You can't get in here. Stay with your

lad. Look, I've got some work to do,
Bill. Stop mucking about. How's it

Claude? Not too bad, sir.

And how's Dad?

Has Matron put kettle on?

Come on, then.

Is the old lad firing on one or all four
today?

I didn't know who I was.

Aye, well, that's the way he is.

Some days he could still be running the
business, others he can't be trusted to

cross the road.

Weird. Yeah.

Constable Rowan, how are you?

I'm very well.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

It's sore, but among angels.

Are you here to see me?

Yeah, I have to make a report on the
incident.

Oh, that's a bum for you.

You part of the job?

Well, I'll help if I can, but there's
not a lot to say.

You seen the cops?

Yeah.

There's a lot of tree cover and I got
too far round.

That's my own stupid fault.

Too eager.

Been losing two lambs a week, Jeff Keane
the same.

Could have cost us dear if we'd have
missed the chance.

So you got careless.

Overeager, I said.

Right, but for the record, what
happened?

Well, we went down into the cops.

I was on the extreme right, which meant
I was on the lower ground.

And the moment this shot was fired,
could you see the other guns?

No idea. My eyes were fixed straight
ahead.

Well, go on.

I heard Tom shout.

Raised my sights.

Next thing, I was on the floor.

Do you think it was a direct hit or a
ricochet?

Hard to say.

Doesn't really matter. As I said, I was
stupid.

And lucky.

The doctors say four inches lower. That
could have been fatal.

Somebody up there must love me.

Surprising, though.

Seven experienced guns all making such a
hash of it.

I've, uh...

Do you want a plan?

No.

If anyone made a mistake, it was me.

No witch hunt, OK?

However it happened, it was my fault.

You talked to everyone who was there?

Yes, Sarge, it all gave more or less the
same story.

A stray bullet.

I just wondered, Sarge.

What? or whether we should get
ballistics to look at the guns, find out

one fired the shot.

Well, does it matter? It's been agreed.

Elam got himself into the line of fire.

Yeah, yeah.

But Elam agrees it was an accident, and
there's nothing in here to prove

otherwise. So wrap it up and forget
about it.

Eat it, don't play with it.

I thought you liked it, David.

Another cup?

No.

Jeff.

What?

See you later.

Hello, Claude. Hello, Bill. What are you
doing here?

Visiting.

Visiting? Visiting who?

You, you barn pot.

Aren't you going to let me in?

Oh, yeah, yeah, come on.

How did you get here?

I itched it.

Itched it?

Did they know you were out?

Weren't you I spoke to the other day?

Yeah, why?

Somebody said it were.

My memory's been playing me tricks.

What are you doing tonight?

Why, do you want to take me out?

No, nothing really. Just falsifying a
few of me counts as usual.

Why?

I think Frank will probably only try to
do the best for you, you know, Bill.

If you think that, then you know now.

There's only one thing they want to do
with Dyson Bakery, and that's to destroy

it. Destroy it how?

By splitting it down the middle.

Well, if they're not getting on much,
it's probably for the best. I mean, it's

not the end of the world, is it? It's
the end of my world. All I've built up.

Those little tow rags.

They'd rather smash it up than rub along
together.

I think this drink's going to my head.

Probably a bit out of practice.

Mind you, I tell you something, you're
speaking more sense weird than you were

without.

I'm sorry, I couldn't get away.

Doesn't matter.

You're here now.

I like your dress.

Thank you.

I'll collect some glasses.

That's ambitious of you.

So how did it taste?

Well, you're obviously a natural dad.

You all right, Mr Dyson?

Champion. Good.

When are we going to get some of the
Mavenfield buns again?

When Frank and Cliff stop fighting.

Oh, wait till I see them.

This recipe, Bill, you got it somewhere
safe, have you?

Safest place there is Claude.

How was he?

A bit down, I think.

But he's cooked himself a proper meal.

Progress?

He's never done a thing in the kitchen.

It was always Mum's job.

Well, yeah, it will be.

I think I'd better go back there this
weekend. Give him a hand.

I can't help this, Nick.

No, no.

I'm relying on you to stay cheerful.

Did you finish the report on the
shooting?

Yeah, well, they're paperwork at least.

What do you mean? You don't think it is
finished?

Well, lots of jobs get left in the air.

Well, you can't shake this one off.

Night.

Night, love.

Jeff.

Night.

Can you check on David as you go by?

I shan't be long myself.

You're a gentleman, Claude.

That's why I've listened to what you
said.

And what you said made me think.

What about?

My secret recipe.

I mean, supposing I did forget it.

Supposing it didn't come back to me
again. It's gone, ain't it?

It's been gone all right.

Dyson's original Aidensfield bun.

Gone forever.

So, I've written it down.

Written it down where?

On this beer mat.

I want you to keep it safe for me,
Claude.

Thanks.

Are you all right?

You've been looking worried to death
since you got that letter.

Yeah. Well, it came as a bit of a shock.

Is there anything I can do?

You've been a great help already.

I can do more.

Your dad's bad -mouthing me as it is.

Forget him.

I keep my own time.

And I prefer to spend it here, if that's
all right with you.

Yeah, it is.

Good.

Veneer is probably five miles away.
He'll wait.

Nick. Yeah?

Suppose a policeman's wife hears
something inconfident, which might help

investigation.

Policeman's wife, eh?

That's a hypothetical question.

What, you mean personal loyalty against
public duty?

Yeah.

Well, it depends how serious it is.

Hmm.

Is this a practice or for real?

I promise not to say anything.

I didn't think it was important at the
time.

What is it?

Well, it'll be obvious that I told you.

Well, if it's serious, then you should.

When I took Richard Elam's two girls to
hospital, Sheila Keane was with him.

Well, go on.

Well, we arrived outside normal visiting
times and it seemed to surprise her.

Anyway, she asked me not to tell anybody
that I saw her there.

Or did she say why?

She said that if Jeff found out, he
might be funny about it.

Hi, Cliff.

I had a drink with your dad last night.
You can't have. He's not allowed to

drink.

Oh, well, he got out somehow and turned
up at my place.

Matron never called me. Yeah, well, you
know, I'm done. I took him for a quick

and then I took him back.

Mind you, he seemed a bit anxious about
his recipe for Aidensfield buns ending

up in the wrong hands.

Oh, I... Ah, so he gave it to me.

You what?

Well, with his memory going and coming,
you know, he probably thought he'd like

to get somebody who could trust him to
take care on it.

You?

You've got his recipe?

Yeah.

Show me.

Well... Show me!

It's a bit difficult.

You're a liar, Claude.

Am I? Well, it's no good taking any
notice of me, then, is it? Oh, hold on,

on.

Look.

Prove it, and we could talk.

What about?

About returning it to its rightful
owner.

Oh, and who might that be?

Me, you daft bat.

What about your brother, Frank? Forget
Frank.

Not a word to him.

Oh.

Somebody up there must love him.

That's what he said.

It seemed well. It shouldn't have been
his charge.

It would be.

Takes a lot to make him miss a Sunday
service.

You go to chapel?

Whenever I can, yeah.

Jeff who?

No.

How long have you known him?

Richard?

Ten years or so.

And he's been a good neighbour?

Of course.

And we two him.

Especially after Daniel's death.

The same as he'd help anybody.

He was a good man.

How did he help Jeff?

In practical ways.

Farm labour, machinery and so on. Rather
than with readings from the Bible?

When a child dies, you either lose your
face or find it.

I found it.

Did Jeff resent that?

Of course not.

He was grateful.

Pleased I found a way of coping.

The morning of the shooting, I know it
was the anniversary of Daniel's

but could anything else have been
troubling Jeff?

I don't think so.

He hadn't quarrelled?

Quarrelled?

No. Did he say something?

No. Then why ask?

Are you trying to pin the blame for this
on Jeff?

I'm just trying to get to the truth of
what happened.

It was a stupid accident. Richard
already said so.

Did he?

Well, didn't he?

The surgeon removed a .22 calibre bullet
from Richard's shoulder.

Good gunfire, is that calibre?

For my brother.

For what?

Look, Sheila, the last thing I want is
to blame anybody for an accident.

Then leave it, can't you?

Don't you think Jeff's carrying enough
guilt, and it is?

I'm sorry.

Are you not?

If you know any reason why Richard could
have been a target, you must tell me.

Because next time, it might be too late.

Take the gun.

I'm sorry?

Take the gun.

What's going on?

I came for your gun.

What for?

All we need is to hand it to Ballistics.

Oh.

Sheila didn't think you'd object.

No point, is there?

We'll get it back to you as soon as
possible.

As you like.

You'll be taking Tom's the same?

Yeah.

Right. Thanks.

Bye.

Hi, Frank.

What are you doing here?

In the area, I thought I'd give you the
pleasure of my presence.

Oh, aye.

Well, we don't encourage spectators.

Hygiene and security, you see. And we
wouldn't want any trade secrets going

now, would we? No, but you've been a bit
late for that, haven't you, Frank?

How do you mean?

I've got something that might interest
me at a price.

Blessing, they say, come in disguise.

And maybe this was one.

It's very easy to leave too little time
for prayer.

So while I was in hospital, I cleared
the backlog of things I had to say to

Lord.

That did more for me than medicines ever
could.

They have wonderful drugs now to cure
the sick. But remember, the most

medicine of all...

It's the power of prayer.

I certainly felt the force of your
prayers.

And I hope all of you share that feeling
with me.

Of being held in one another's love and
fellowship.

In that way we can all be the Lord's
messengers bringing comfort and love in

times of need.

Told you we had a list of jokes, then.
What's Rowan doing here?

I don't know.

Thank you, Simon.

I'll do the rest.

Will you be seeing Joe soon?

Yeah.

Tell her I haven't forgotten about the
school lesson.

Well, I'm sure she knows that.

And how can I help you, Mr. Rolfe?

We're having a gun exam on Bibleistics.

Why?

We think it will confirm who shot you.

I've already said I want the matter
forgotten.

Until the next time.

Next time?

How would you describe your relationship
with Sheila Keane?

As a good friend.

Nothing more?

Sheila and Jeff have been friends of
mine for over ten years.

But you're closer to her than to him.

I see more of Sheila because she comes
here, that's all.

You helped her particularly after the
death of her son, I understand.

I tried to help them both.

In different ways?

They're very different people.

Sheila was desperate to talk.

Jeff never could.

Well, could he have mistaken your
friendship with Sheila for something

Can we cut this short? What you mean is,
did I take advantage of a vulnerable

woman and abuse the trust of a friend?

Well? For pity's sake.

What are you trying to do?

Stir up bad blood where there is none?

If Jeff King thought he had a reason to
shoot me, he'd have done it six years

ago.

There you go.

Is that you?

Yes, sir.

In here, now.

Mr Elam called earlier. He was wondering
how much longer he had to put up with

your harassment.

He said that?

No, but that's what he meant.

Look, I'm more convinced than ever that
he was shot deliberately.

By Geoff Keane?

Yes, sir.

Really? Then you're in for a
disappointment.

Ballistics have just phoned and they
told me that bullet wasn't fired from

Keane's gun.

See, this is where Elam fell.

The dog was shot.

Just here.

I'll take up Keane's position. See what
you think.

Right.

I'm keen.

England.

Dog.

What do you think?

Dog, come in, Claude.

Some of it smells nice.

They've just come out.

The heck?

They look good enough to eat, do they?

I'll say.

So who's going to have the honour?

Don't worry, I've got that sorted.

Spotted an opening, have you?

Something like that.

Perhaps you ought to leave a couple for
Nick to try.

You're joking.

These are going to be tested by a pallet
that hasn't been poisoned by police

tea.

wait to see you. Where?

Over there.

Frank, a bit parky, isn't it? I thought
we got over the worst.

Sit down.

Well, what's up?

How much?

What's what? For the recipe.

Oh, well, it's a bit difficult, you
think, because it's sort of held in

Don't play the flaming oil can with me.
How much?

I'm telling you the truth.

It's not easy. I mean, shouldn't your
brother Cliff be here? No, and he's not

going to be.

The thing is, he's so shy, Claude.
There's my offer.

In writing.

I'm going to the gents.

When I come back, I want an answer.

Claude, I find you here.

Cliff. Someone's sitting there.

Not at the moment, no.

What are you having?

I'm sorry, I was just going... Sit down,
sit down.

The proof was in the pudding, Claude.

What do you want?

What do you mean?

A recipe.

I'm sorry, I can't deal with... I came
here to see you. Sit down.

I've come with an offer.

Exclusive, no mention to Frank.

Right.

Well, aren't you going to open it?

I'll deal with it later.

I want an answer now.

Yeah, but... What's up? I'm sorry, I've
got to go.

What's the game?

It's my business.

Oh, I don't think so, Cliff. I think
it's mine.

Does he know?

You... Oh, no,

it's the Dyson. Yeah, you stay out
there.

No,

Cliff.

Give me a call when you know what train
you're catching back.

Bit of a coincidence, you two dropping
in here before we could call on you.

It was now but a family tiff, and we
paid for the damage.

So you said.

What are you doing here?

Well, they've stolen our dad's recipe,
hasn't he? Got him drunk and whipped it.

Yeah.

Well? Well, Dad's not allowed to drink
when he's on the tablet. Greengrass must

have known that.

He said he was seen writing something
down.

Yes, on a beer mat.

A beer mat?

Well, as far as I'm aware, lads, there's
no law against accepting recipes from a

drunk.

I should be better off without you.

You take a pride in making me blue.

I'm telling you, my friend, it's got to
be the end with you.

I told you time and time again.

You told me you were just a friend.

Because I can do.

Come on, lad, it's all yours.

Here we are.

Just going to go for a little walk.

Just going to go on a little journey.

Good boy. Sit down, lad.

I know.

I know.

You promised me, Sheila.

I know. I'm sorry.

I just... I needed to keep something to
help me through the bad day.

I needed it, Richard.

All right, all right.

Let's think.

It's gone away for the day.

Yeah.

Come over. We'll decide what to do.

All right.

I'm so sorry, Richard.

Alright, alright.

Talk when you get over here. I'll be in
the barn all morning.

Who is this?

Just listen.

Jeff King just fetched a gun. It went in
the wall.

A wall?

It went in the wall.

Is that Tom?

Tom?

Give us the recipe and we give you the
dog.

What do you expect me to do about that?

What do you think, a bit of coppering? I
mean, that's the same as kidnapping,

isn't it? Like you kidnapped Bill Dyson?

Talk him out of it. He came to me
looking for a bit of solid.

Aye, and drink.

When he gave me that recipe, he was as
sane as you and me are.

Well, having said that... Why did he do
it, then?

Because he didn't want Frank or Cliff to
have it.

Is that why you've been conducting a
Dutch auction between them?

You're wasting valuable time. My dog's
at risk. Come on, go and do something

about it. What sort of a risk?

Dachshunds do make meat pie, Sarge.

Ah, Flamin' R.

Well, it strikes me that muck could be
anywhere by now, couldn't it, Bellamy?

I'm not alerting Interpol while you've
got the answer at your fingertip.

Sheila, get out!

Get out!

Leave him.

Jeff. Get away from him.

Jeff, please.

Shut up!

You knew where to find him, then?

That's where you do it.

Do what?

It's a bit rough.

Or is that how you like it?

What are you talking about?

Shut up!

That's it.

Friend.

Mate.

Preacher. My pal, the preacher, man.
Please.

I trusted you.

Please, Jeff.

And I trusted you.

God, don't bring him into it. I've had
enough of him.

Did he tell you to write that letter?

Did he tell you to take my wife?

Eh? No.

You don't understand.

Read it!

How long's this been happening?

Nothing's happening.

I'm not asking you.

What there was was over years ago.

Oh, yeah.

I swear to you, it's the truth.

Mr. Elam?

What about David?

What about David?

Is he mine?

Jack, this is insane.

Is he mine?

Yes.

Of course he's yours.

Please, Jack, stop it now.

Oh, I'll stop it, all right.

There's a bullet for all of us.

You first.

You lying, cheating, sermonising...

You keep out of this. Keep back!

Put the gun down.

Please, Jeff.

Haven't we had enough tragedy? It was
six years ago.

Stop there. One more step and he's dead.

I didn't mean it to happen.

I needed you.

Liar!

I couldn't reach you.

I had nowhere to go. Nobody told.

Kill my boy.

Wasn't I punished enough?

Well, the night they didn't. Well, the
will of God, you mean, for which we give

thanks. Don't do this.

I was there.

I killed him.

No, Jess.

One moment is ever against my chest.

Don't. Don't.

The smell of his hair.

Believe me, please.

Your family loves you.

I want to see you.

Not one of his better days, I'm afraid.

I'll go and organise a tray of tea.

Thank you, Matron.

Mr Dyson.

Hello.

You were told about our visit.

Was I?

What have I done?

It's nothing to worry about.

It is an accident.

I do have one or two. They're very good
about it here.

No.

We're here to see you get your recipe
back.

Oh.

Here now, sir.

All right, where's my dog?

You first.

You've got to be joking.

Come on, let's between him. What's he
say about the dog? The recipe first.

They don't allow dogs.

They make a mess.

We've cleared it, sir.

What, the mesh?

Look, let's get on with this. Give me
the recipe, Greengrass.

And now the dog.

Remember, if you copy this with the
intention of cheating us, next time

kidnap you and let the dog decide.

Very amusing.

Come on, son. Come on. Come on, you good
lad. Come on.

And if I find out wrong with him, you
two had better brace yourselves.

Right. You got the recipe. He's got the
dog.

Everyone's happy.

I chose this instead of the dog. Give us
strength.

We wouldn't have had all this palaver if
you two weren't scrapping all the time.

Now, if you'd shake hands and agree to
carry on the family tradition, that

recipe could still be yours.

Well?

There you are. That wasn't so hard, was
it? What do you think, Mr Dyson?

Here.

Oh,

very moving.

Here we are, gentlemen.

Oh, good.

Very nice.

And delicious, too.

Cook made them to Mr Dyson's own very
special recipe.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Stay in my memory.