All language subtitles for heartbeat_s08e02_fall_out

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

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

All quiet then, eh?

That's the grave tonight.

I'm beginning to think it must be
something I said.

Or something I said.

Just up for a couple of days, eh? Who
knows?

Maybe longer if the finder like it.

Hello? Anybody there?

I'll come.

So, someone to keep you company then,
eh?

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

Evening, Maggie.

Hello, Mike.

I'm just about to come off duty in a
minute. I was just wondering if I could

you a drink later.

Oh, can we make it another time?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.

It's just we're going to try out that
new restaurant outside Stranford.

Right. All right, Mike, Maggie.

Mike?

Hi.

Good night, Maggie.

Night, Mike.

Ah, no worry.

When you're ready.

really live here with your gran?

It's just a temporary arrangement.

I'll get me own pad.

Where is she tonight?

She's playing bingo. She won't be back
for a couple of hours.

At least.

I see.

Oh.

This is me Auntie Mary. Hello. Oh, Oscar
Blaketon. I run the village post

office. Have you warned her, Gina?

Warn me what?

You need all your wits about you working
behind this bar.

There's some right characters coming
here, I can tell you.

There's one in particular, the name of
Greengrass.

I could write you a book about him.

Are you back again?

Tana, you want me, right?

Just a minute, Tina.

Aren't you the two I sent packing from
our backyard just half an hour ago?

No. Oh, yes, you are.

If you don't want it, I'll take it down
to Off -Light. Not this one, you won't.

Hey, that's ours.

which you just happened to find in a
crate, right? Outside the back door.

Hop it, the pair of you, before I get
the bobby back.

You and your bug.

You!

Well done, Mary. That's the way to do
it. Who'd catch me falling for that old

chestnut? Trouble is, I think I have.

Twice already this week.

Haydenfield Arms.

Hello.

Has Claude Greengrass been in yet?

Not yet, but I'm sure he won't be long.
Can I take a message?

Just hang on a minute while I find a
pen.

Way up.

Right.

OK.

And your name...

If it isn't Booty the Kid and Ringo.
What are you pair up to?

Come to see you, Mr Greengrass. What
for?

See what you're in the market for these
days.

Not another load of golf balls that you
find before they're lost, that's a

certainty. So what then?

I wouldn't say no to a bit of copper,
provided it wasn't nicked. Would we sell

you duff stuff, Mr Greengrass?

We'd sell your own grandmother if she
wasn't nailed down. Go on, get up on.

Oh, wee, but it's dark in here.

Oh, hello.

Hi.

You're back early, Gran?

Yes, well, there was some sort of power
failure down at the bingo hall and game

abandoned due to bad light.

Oh, I see.

Oh, this is Betty Spaulding, a friend of
mine.

Oh, right. Pleased to meet you, I'm
sure.

Likewise.

Right, shall I make a cup of tea, put
the kettle on?

Is that it? Is that it?

That's what he said.

Cold shot.

You know, that posh place up on the
Scarborough Road.

It didn't even suggest what it were
about.

Claude, he didn't even leave his name.

He just said it would be in your
financial interest to be there. Tomorrow

morning at 11.

Perhaps you've come into money,
Greengrass.

If I've had no milk, you'll be getting a
drink out of it.

You surprise me.

Right. Morning.

Morning, Gran.

Not a bit like that this morning, is it?

Went to a club when we left here.

It was two o 'clock in the morning when
we got in.

Didn't wait you, did I? No, well, you
know.

I mean, I can never get up until you get
in.

Here. Is that not all right for you?

It's lovely, yeah.

Is she your girlfriend?

Just somebody I met at a dance I went to
last week.

I wonder they don't catch their death.

Death? Skirts that short. They're more
like pelmets.

It's the fashion, though, isn't it,
Gran?

Is that what it is? All right.

Are we stopping for something to eat on
the way?

There's a certain hostel there I know
of.

The ale's good and the natives are
friendly.

I thought we might just while away a wee
hour or so.

Little brother.

Why didn't you say it was you when you
left the message?

Would you still have come if I had?

In a word.

There you are then.

Come on in you get.

Where are we going?

To see a man about a dog.

Hey, take my truck round to my place.

And hey, you're not sterling.

Here you go, Phil.

So, how did you get on with Lady
Spaulding last night, then?

Like a house on fire.

That's what my gran turned up to hours
earlier than expected.

Oops. Very nearly.

After which she spent half an hour cross
-examining her about what her

intentions towards me were.

Not one of your best ideas, then, eh,
Phil?

Moving in with your gran.

It seemed a good idea at first. You
know, somebody to feed me and cook for

Now she's acting more like my mother
than my mother ever did.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh, yes, Mrs Craddock.

No, he's not in at the moment.

Well, we're expecting him back any
minute now.

Certainly I can.

Right. Ready when you are, Mrs Craddock.

I knew her mother. Here you are.

I think everybody knew her mother.

Thank you.

That tobacco smoke, are you smelling
here?

Oh, it's probably coming from outside,
Sarge. We've got the window open.

That's your theory, is it, Ventress?

Yes, Sarge.

So what's that behind your ear?

Get rid of it.

Right, Sarge.

Oh, Sarge, a message for you from Mrs
Craddock. Oh?

Will you remember to pick up the fairy
cakes for your tea on your way home?

And I need some more of your eye drops
on the camera.

Thank you, Francis.

Ashfordly, please.

Here he is, yes.

It's for you, Alexis.

Pretty impressive, eh, Claude?

Yeah, very impressive. What's it all got
to do with me?

Let's talk in the car, shall we?

So let me get this straight.

I was only looking at it. You were
nicking it, Sonny. Not worth nothing

But the copper inside, it is.

What about my brother's arm? If it's
broke, it's your fault. Look, will you

do us all one big favour and shut up for
a minute?

Right. Come on.

Let's have a look at it.

See, what did I tell you? It is broke.

Not necessarily.

We'd better get a doctor to look at
this.

I don't want to go for no doctors.

Oh, come on. It needs looking at.

Yeah, and if it is broke, my mum will
have you for a soul.

Get them out of here, Bradley.

Before you have to take me in as well.

For murder!

Come on.

I bought him in Ireland last week.

The only problem was when I got him
home, she wouldn't allow him in the

Claims she's allergic to fur and
feathers.

I still don't understand, Cyril, exactly
what it's got to do with me.

Well, you've seen for yourself what the
dog can do. And once she realises

there's money to be made out of him,
she's going to have a miraculous

isn't she? From this allergy of hers.

So? So, his first race is next weekend,
and if I could just

find somebody to look after him for me
until then.

And you can rest assured you'd be
handsomely compensated for your trouble.

I am. How handsome?

Well, I reckon ten quid would be fair.

Do you?

Make it twenty, it might start to look a
bit tall and dark as well.

Let's have a look at this. Is that
tender?

There's nothing broken, anyway.

What happened to you? That old copper
that runs a post office knocked him

It's not exactly the way I heard it, but
never mind.

Well, he's certainly bruised, but
nothing that won't heal over a couple of

So we can go, then?

Well, I suppose so.

But don't go helping yourself to
anything else out of other people's

or next time I really will run you in.

So what about Blake, then?

It's Mr. Blaketon to you, and what about
him?

Well, aren't you going to do him for a
fault of a minor?

Look, will you two get out of here
before I change my mind?

I think she'll serve us. Let's find out,
shall we?

What's your middle name, pal?

Sterling Moss?

Some sort of problem, isn't it? You
nearly took my brother's toes off.

You're just watching, future.

What was that you were saying about the
natives?

Wrong domino.

I've not played it yet, have I? Well,
hurry up and play it then, will you?

will you? Give me a minute.

Well, hurry up then.

Demi, I bought them last week.

I wish I'd known that.

Wrong domino, I said.

You better get lost.

That's enough.

Now drink up and get out of here.

Oh, come on, love.

You heard her.

Out. Now.

And if we don't, what?

Then it's going to be a long time before
your next pint, isn't it?

Now, are you going or aren't you?

Come on.

Like Mr Bligston said, you get them all
in here, don't you?

Yes.

Ready?

Okay, Mr. Formey, I'll put out your
description.

Don't worry.

Whoever's taken it won't have got very
far.

In the meantime, I'll just have a quick
word with the staff inside about those

lads you mentioned.

Right.

Come on, Alec.

The car was fully insured, wasn't it?

Of course it was.

Well then...

I think they're from Ashfordly.

They don't know their names, are they?

I just know them as Chuck and Billy.

Constable? Yep?

Could I have another word?

Of course you can.

There's something else I think you
should know.

A radio isotope? In the boot of the
vehicle.

So is it likely to blow up or what? I
don't know, Sarge, but it contains

-90, which is extremely radioactive.

How safe is it?

Well, according to Mr. Formby, perfectly
safe.

As long as nobody's stupid enough to
tamper with it.

You can go to the building quick.

So, if I can just get this quite
straight, Mr. Formby.

You left the isotope in an unattended
motor vehicle in a public house car park

while you and your fiancée were inside
Booz Inn. Is that right?

We'd just stopped for a quick bite,
that's all.

But what were you doing with a radio
isotope? I'm a research student.

I was on my way to a laboratory in
Leeds.

The isotope's perfectly safe.

So long as it's in the protective
casing.

And what happens if you take it out of
the protective casing?

Well, you'd be irradiated.

Meaning?

You'd die within about 24 hours.

It's waiting for me.

Right then, Bellamy, you'd like to
escort Mr. Paul near McCardin here to

interview room. I'm sure they'll be only
too happy to provide you with the

details. This way, please.

Any word from Division Ventress? Oh,
yes, Sarge.

They're sending someone over from the
Radiological Protection Service.

They want us to tell the Radium
Institute what's happened and get the

out a warning on the wireless.

BBC, eh?

Better find out just what we're looking
for, then.

Must be some cop going round here
somewhere.

Forget it, Shred. Who cares anymore?

I care because I'm broke, huh?

Hang on a minute.

Now what?

If I wanted money, I'd go to the bank,
right?

Not robbing a bank now. No, because it's
not money we're after, is it? At least

not straight away, anyway.

It's scrap.

No.

Mr Farrington from the Radiology
Protection Service.

Mr Farrington. Good of you to get over
here so quickly.

Any news of the car yet?

I'm afraid not.

Excuse me.

Craddock? Yes, Bradley.

What?

Anybody hurt?

OK, Bradley, get yourself out there.
We'll be with you as soon as we can.

Bingo. They've found the car.

And what's his name?

Irish Rover.

Ten out of ten for originality, eh?

I thought you said you weren't having no
more to do with that brother of yours.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth,
David, even if it's a dog.

I know a little flapping trap where
they're going to meet it tonight.

Hey, you're not going to raise him, are
you, Mr Greengrass?

You try and stop me.

What if your brother finds out?

I'm not going to tell him, am I?

Well, it would definitely, uh...

Anything? No, afraid not.

Which means what, exactly?

Well, at least the steel still hasn't
been broken.

That's what I'd be thankful for.

What?

And there's plenty of it.

So whoever was driving was hurt in the
crash.

And in need of medical attention, I'd
say.

I was just going to ring you. Have you
got something?

Sure.

Those two men you were asking about in
the pub at lunchtime?

Yeah.

That's one of them over there.

What's wrong with him?

He says he got himself on a nail.

Oh, yeah.

David.

You've got a new movie.

Oh, no, I've got about ten shillings,
Mr. Greengrass. Well, give me it and

stick it on with mine.

I'm not really a gambling man.

You're not gambling, you're a race
uncertainty.

Come on, fill your boots.

Any joy in that car?

Er, not yet, no.

Oh, er, your gran rang.

Oh, no.

She wants to know whether you're going
home for your tea.

What did you tell her? I thought it was
highly unlikely, under the

circumstances.

She's driving me mad, Alf.

I thought you were getting on with her.

We do, it's just... It's little things.

Like she's, er... Cramping your style?

Like tidying me bedroom all the time.

Checking whether I've left a rim round
the bath. Not to mention her insisting I

have a full English breakfast.

Well, what are you going to do about it?

What can I do about it without hurting
her feelings?

It's the last thing I want to do.

Well, well, well.

A little Billy Fosley.

Been caught with our hand in the till
again, have we, Billy?

To the armpits, by the look of it.

Billy Fosley, Sarge. He was at the
hospital getting his arm stitched up.

After catching it on a nail, he said.

You're the ones doing the stitching up.

I know nothing about a stolen mini, all
right.

Of course you don't.

But since you are here, Mr Forsley,
perhaps you wouldn't mind answering a

questions?

Look, I've told you, I know nothing
about that. You listen to me.

We know you stole that car.

But it's not just a stolen car we're on
about. It's much more serious than that.

What are you talking about?

It's what was in the car boot, Billy.

I don't understand.

You mean you and your brother don't even
know?

What?

But what happened, Mr. Greengrass? Why
did he just stop like that?

Because he's a chaser.

Chaser? Yeah.

He'd rather chase all the other dogs
than the flaming rabbit.

Just that greyhound makes him about as
useful as an extra on a motorbike.

Oh, I see.

The question is, does Arthur know that?

Well, where is he? I thought you said
you'd put him in here.

I did put him in there.

Well, he ain't in here now, is he?

Pete Cochran.

Miss Clanderton.

Aye. Sergeant Crack, I should be police.
This is Police Constable Bradley.

Mr. Farrington, we've reason to believe
you've erected Minnie in your scrapyard,

which was stolen this afternoon from
Aidensfield.

I don't know too bad of Minnie.

Mr. Anderton, we can find it ourselves.

And when we do, we won't just do you for
a thieving.

We'll also do you for obstructing the
police in the execution of their duty.

Is this the one you're looking for?

This is the one, Sarge.

Just a minute, Constable.

Okay.

Thank heaven for that.

I'm afraid not, Sarge.

What is it?

Well, I reckon.

And it always brings a good price,
doesn't it?

Any lights?

No, all clear.

Distance on the crash site to your
scrapyard?

Seven mile, I think.

Have you seen anyone conspicuous in the
vicinity?

Well?

I've found it, Dutch.

You're sure of that? If it were here,
I'd find it.

Anything could have happened to it,
Sarge. It could have been nicked. Look,

it could have fallen out the back of the
car when it was being towed.

Well, we'd better start looking.

Mr. Anderton, we need you to show us the
route you took from the site of the

crash.

You're never going out again already,
are you? It must have been half past two

when you got in last night.

It's all hands to the pump, I'm afraid,
Gran, as long as that isotope's still

missing. It's not going to blow up, is
it? Only I heard on the news it were

atomic. That's one thing it won't do.

But it's still very dangerous, though,
isn't it?

Stop worrying, Gran.

Well, I can't help it, can I?

It's a very worrying life you lead in
the police.

Well, you know what they say, Gran,
about a policeman's luck.

What about your breakfast?

Oh, well, I'm going to have to give that
a miss today, I'm afraid, Gran.

I'm late as it is.

Hello.

Hello.

Seen your brother yet?

No, I have not seen him yet, David,
because I've only just got up.

Now, my ma 'am, she always says that you
should just get it over with.

I mean, if it's something you're not
looking forward to doing, that is.

Yeah, where'd she read that? On the back
of a crisp packet.

The trouble is, knowing my brother, he
wanted his money back. The money I

haven't got, thanks to that flaming
greyhound of his.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

You can't put it off forever, I suppose.

We'd better get round there.

You want me to come with you?

Well, you were the one in charge of it
when it went missing.

The least you can do is come with me to
face the music.

That's all we need. What do you two
want?

Got that stuff you asked for, Mr.

Greengrass? Yeah, we're in a bit of a
rush, so stick it in the shed. I'll sort

your money out later.

That's good.

That's got to be worth a few bob, hasn't
it?

Stick it on the shed. I'll sort it out.

We seem to be in something of a logical
cleft stick, gentlemen.

We have the box used for transporting
the isotope, but somewhere between a

site and Anderton's scrapyard, the
isotope itself has gone missing.

I suppose we're sure it was in the box
when the car was stolen.

Oh, spare us, Bellamy.

I think even Mr Formby would have
noticed if he was loading an isotope

wasn't there into the boot of his car.

No, I mean, could it have been stolen in
the pub car park?

Why would somebody steal the isotope?

But not the box it came in.

No, it must have been stolen from the
scrapyard.

Well, it's not Mr. Anderton or his
workmen. I mean, they're both terrified.

So, who else do you get hanging around
the scrapyard?

Kids.

Now, what we're looking for is a lead
bottle about this big, all right.

And inside it, there's this stuff called
Cobalt -90. Now, it's what we'd call an

atomic isotope, and it's very, very
dangerous. So if any of you have seen

anything like it or know anybody who
has, anybody at all, you come and tell

about it, all right?

Oh, and one last thing.

None of you will get into any trouble if
you come and tell me about it.

All we're interested in is getting it
back safely.

All right?

Yeah?

Good. Thank you, Mr. Greengrass. Ah,
thanks, love.

Mr. Greengrass, I was hoping I'd catch
you. Have you gone out of your tiny

What the devil are you doing here?

You said get the dog, Mr. Greengrass.
But I didn't say bring him to me. You...

You nincompoop.

So what do you want doing with him, Mr.
Greengrass?

What do you think I wanted?

doing with him, now that is what you
might call surplus to requirements.

You don't mean... That's exactly what I
mean.

Yes, Harry, preferably humanely and as
far away from here as possible.

Right, Mr Greengrass.

I've got to tell her. What for?

She said it was atomic.

Exactly. I bet it'll make a dead big
explosion.

You wouldn't. Wouldn't I?

You're not daring me, are you?

What does she want?

A word charge.

Couldn't you deal with her?

Well, she insists on talking to you.

It's Miss Bellamy, is it?

Phillips Grand, yes.

Only Philip's out just at the moment,
you see.

Oh, well, I was hoping he would be. If
you, I wanted a word with in private,

know. Oh, yes.

You must have noticed how peaky he's
been looking, and I put it down to lack

sleep. I see.

Yes, you know, if he had four hours last
night, he were looking, and the

previous night, even less.

Did Philip tell you we've got a bit of a
rush on just at present, Mrs Bellamy?

Yes, but a boy of that age, you need his
sleep, sir, just having his own human.

Right.

So... As you knew, not a bit like that
other one they had here, from what I've

heard. I could never really take them,
you know.

Very bombastic, even for a sergeant. So
as I was passing, I thought I'd have a

word. Right.

Gran. Oh. How are you doing it?

I'm sure the sergeant will tell you all
about it when he's got a minute. If

you'll excuse me, thank you very much.

It's been fine, Sarge.

It seems she's got it into her head,
Bellamy, that we're working you too

Oh, no.

Sorry about that, Sarge.

Don't mention it, Bellamy.

There's nothing I like more than having
a quick tête -à -tête with one of my

constable's elderly relatives in the
middle of a major crisis.

The big question being, should I stand
you down for 48 hours so that you can

catch up on your beauty sleep?

So you knew the dog were no good.

Unhappily, something I discovered only
after I'd paid good money for him.

And you thought of the bright idea of
insuring him, leaving him with me, and

then arranging for him to mysteriously
disappear.

Well, I thought it'd be just that bit
more plausible for you to be you rather

than me.

Especially since you didn't know what
was going on.

Well, now that I do know what, we can
still work.

All you have to do when the insurance
assessor comes around is to tell the

truth. You took the dog to a race
meeting and somebody nicked him.

You've got more chance of knitting fog.

Not going soft in your old age, are you,
Claude? Not going soft in the eddy, if

that's what you mean, which you
obviously are if you think you can con

insurance company like that. Look, you
do what you like, Cyril, but just leave

me out of it. I'm disappointed in you,
Claude.

Not as disappointed as you're going to
be when the gentleman in the wig sends

you down for about five years.

What's going to happen to the dog now,
then?

Never mind about the dog.

What about that 20 quid I advanced you?
I'll keep it, and that's a severance

pay. It'll make up for all the
aggravation you caused me, you poultice.

Aren't you going to tell them?

No. They said you wouldn't get done.

That's what they always say, don't they?

What are you going to do? Wait and see.

Right, lads, five o 'clock at Sillars
Drop.

You're mad.

You're not coming as well?

I've got nothing to do with it.

Coward.

He's got to put to sleep, isn't he? My
brother, he's doing that insurance

Don't start again, David. It's Cyril's
dog. He can do what he likes with it.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it better,
though, does it? No.

No, David, it doesn't make it better.
But what do you expect me to do about

I don't know.

That was better than having a wife, you
are.

...but any member of the public finding
a lead bottle answering the description

against pampering with the content.

A lead bottle?

What is it, Mr. Greengrass?

That lead thing the Chivers lads brought
around.

Yeah, what about it?

That was a bit like a bottle, wasn't it?
Was it?

Yeah, go and get it. It's in the shed.

It's not funny, Mike.

Got to sort something out.

Well, there's always Regulation 17,
Paragraph 3.

Regulation 17, Paragraph 3?

Yeah.

Unmarried police officers must live in
police accommodation for at least, what,

nine months of any given calendar year.

I've never heard that before.

No, no, no, you wouldn't.

I just made it up.

Right.

What's he want?

What's up, Thor? That damn radioactive
what you're looking for, I've seen it.

Where? At my place. The Chivers lads
brought it round, but it's gone. Well,

where is it now?

I don't know. They must have come and
took it, though, because they were the

only ones who knew where it were.

Right, let's go.

Is your mother in?

Gone to visit a boyfriend.

A boyfriend?

In prison.

What about your brother?

He's out.

Look, where's that thing you took down
at Greengrass this morning?

Trevor's got it.

He's gone to set it off.

Set it off. Scylla's drop.

He's gone up there to meet his mates.

Boys, you got the isotope? They're
meeting up with Scylla's drop, Sarge.

We'll meet you there.

Out.

Right. Ventress, you can drive.

Farrington, bring that thing.

That's Blake.

Where is he? I don't know.

You see him?

There he is.

Trevor?

It's all right, Trevor.

Just hang on.

Help!

I've got some rope in the van.

Just hang on, okay?

And whatever you do, don't look down.

We'll be with you in a minute.

Come on, Phil.

Where is he, then? He's down here,
Sarge. Phil, come on. We don't have much

time. What about the isotope? What about
it? Look.

Look, just get that rope tied up around
that tree and far.

Okay, Chris.

No need to... Good luck, Trevor.

Just keep close to the wall.

It's all right,

Trevor.

Okay.

Okay, slack.

More slack, lad.

Okay.

Okay, a bit more slack.

Give me the other hand.

Put it through there.

Good lad.

Don't let go.

Please. Please, just don't let go.

Watch out!

All right,

Phil. Tight.

Are you getting a reading?

No. No reading.

All clear.

Take him back.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Don't let me go.

Keep going.

Back out.

Come on. Give me your hand.

Come on.

Good lad.

Come on.

Let's get this rope on you.

You all right now?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Take it up, lad.

Steady.

Go on.

Come on, keep going.

Go on.

Slowly, slowly.

Come down. Come down, mate.

Come on.

Slowly. Oh, I am. Whoa.

Right. Well done.

Is he all right?

He'll live, won't you?

Yeah. Are you bloody?

I think I'll survive.

Well done. Good work. This is intact.

Good.

Here he comes now, here he comes.

What can I get you, mate?

A pint of bitter, please.

Gina, I'll get that.

Are you getting a round in, Oscar?
That's right, Greengrass, and you're not

included.

There's a surprise.

Well done, Mike.

Well done, Mike. Well, thanks very much,
everyone.

Cheers. Cheers. Not likely to glow in
the dark from now on, I hope.

Apparently not, no. And the lad?

Oh, he's OK. He's up at the hospital
getting checked over.

Little brother!

What are you doing here?

Where is it, then?

Where is what?

My dog, of course.

Who do you think?

Don't tell me it's gone missing again.

What are you trying to say, Claude? You
know nothing about it.

Cyril, that daft dog of yours has
practically cost me my life savings.

would I want with it?

We wouldn't want him turning up here,
would we?

Right after I've claimed for the
insurance.

I have had nothing to do with the
disappearance of your dog. But why don't

go thou forth and do likewise?

It's not a very nice thing to say to
your big brother.

No, but it is sincere.

Gran?

Yes? About this morning when you came to
the station.

Oh, yes.

It's just Sergeant Craddock didn't
realise till then I actually lived here.

Oh, yes, well, if you were going to tell
me I was out of order, I suppose I was,

having thought about it. But I don't
know if I'm on my head or my heels. I

when you're coming in, when you're going
out, or even some nights, whether

you're coming in at all. And I do worry.

I try not to, but you do. You can't help
it.

You're trying to tell me, Gran. It's
getting to you, me living here.

Oh, no, I love having you here. You know
I do.

But you, young policeman, you lead such
mad lives, and when you get to my age,

you just need to take things a bit
slower.

You're all right, Gran.

Honest.

Well... In fact, it's funny you should
mention it, really.

Well, congratulations are in order,
Bradley.

That was a good piece of work yesterday.

Why, thank you, Sarge.

In fact, I've just had the boy's mother
on the phone about it.

How is he? He'll be all right,
apparently.

She isn't very happy, though.

She isn't.

See, the way she sees it, if you hadn't
been chasing that lad, he'd never have

fallen down that cliff in the first
place.

So she's written to the chief constable,
he says, alleging police brutality and

harassment.

Oh, terrific.

What are you doing with him?

I'm not taking him back, Mr Greengrass,
not to be put down.

All right, you can keep him.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Greengrass. But there's
a couple of buts. You tell nobody where

you got him from, all right? And you
give him a new name.

What shall I call him? It don't really
matter. He probably won't come anyway.

I think I might call him Claude after
you.

Why's that? Because he can't run and he
owes everybody money?

No.

It's because I think he might be my best
friend.

Is he?

Well, you'd better get off home with him
before you find out I'm not.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why doesn't love kiss stay in
my memory?