All language subtitles for heartbeat_s08e06_baby_love

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

RV, why does a love chip stay in my
memory?

Aidensfield Police?

Uh, yeah.

Right, I see.

And, uh, when was this?

What's going on?

Right.

Okay, I'll, uh, I'll be there as soon as
I can.

Where's, um, Moorside Lodge?

Well, it's, um, it's a mother and baby
on Hushley Road.

Right, thanks.

Hey, do you want to watch yourself going
up there in the middle of the night?

All those women.

Mrs Collins?

Yeah. Sorry to get you out of the way,
Constable. Please come in.

All right, girls, you can all get back
to bed now.

Are you going to come and talk about
Constable?

Good night, Jennifer.

Good night, Mrs Collins.

Good night, Constable.

This way, please.

This is Paula.

She's had quite a nasty fright.

Hello, Paula.

Hi.

Oh, it's all right.

Can you remember what happened?

I'd just been to see my baby and I was
on my way back to my room when I came

face to face with this bloke in the
corridor like... Right, what was he

He was just, like, creeping about.

Right, he didn't try to harm you in any
way?

No.

I think he got more of a fright than I
did. I screamed and he took off.

You were very brave, Paula.

Um, can you remember what he looked
like?

It all happened so sudden.

And it was dark.

Roughly, how tall was he?

Sort of medium.

Age?

I don't know.

But he must have been quite young
because he moved real quick.

Okay, now that's good.

Now, if you can show me exactly where
you saw him, then maybe tomorrow we can

talk some more.

I can't find a clean shirt.

Oh, sorry. I didn't have time to do any
ironing yesterday. I can do it while you

have your breakfast. I haven't got time
for breakfast. I'm pretty sick. I need

to shut up.

He's not well.

It's all summer.

Hello. I've got to go.

What time will you be back?

I don't know. I've got a lot of calls to
make.

I'd rather keep my eyes open.

Oh, please.

So, Bradley, there was nothing stolen?

No, Sarge, not as far as Mrs Collins
could tell.

Get back there, take a good look around
in the daylight.

Question each of the girls. See if any
of them noticed anything strange lately.

Right, Sarge. Would you like me to go
with him, Sarge?

No, Bellamy.

I'd like you to go through the report
files.

Tidy them up, make sure they're in
order. They're a disgrace.

I'll usually do the filing, Sarge.

Precisely.

Ventra, we've heard reports of an
abandoned car just off the Whitby Road.

Get down there and check it out.

Yes, he is a bit chesty. Is it serious?

No, no. He's just got a touch of
bronchiolitis.

Bronchiolitis? Don't worry. It's very
mild.

Lots of babies his age are susceptible
to it. They usually grow out a bit quite

nightfully. But he never stops crying,
Doctor.

I haven't had a deep night's sleep for a
week.

Is Mr. Manfield able to help out much?
Screaming child's the last thing he

to see when he comes home.

It's difficult.

He's got a very busy job.

Long hours.

Yeah. I'm sure.

I'll give you this for Peter. Some
antibiotics which should clear any

out. Help him sleep.

It's very unlikely, but should Peter
experience any difficulty in breathing,

please be sure to contact me
immediately.

I will.

Thank you.

Now, what about you?

Took me for 20 quid they did, then just
scarpered.

Disgusting. Of course, the cowboys, you
see, Mr. Waters. I mean, it's people

like that who give legitimate traders a
bad name. So you could help me, then?

Oh, yeah, yes, no problem.

But if you take my advice, you don't
want tarmac. I do.

No, no, you don't. You take it from me,
somebody who's laid a lot of drives.

There's only one thing for this drive,
concrete.

I was set on tarmac.

A lot of people are. I've just done a
job for Lord Ashfordly up the hall.

I laid a beautiful drive there, all
concrete.

And as his lordship said, he could
afford anything, but he wouldn't have

can't his mind.

You'd be out of my price range then.

No, not at all.

It's always the same to me, Prince of
Porpoise. It's always the same price,

bottom. I could do this for ten quid.

When would you be able to do it?

Tomorrow.

All right, then.

I don't suppose there's any chance of a
few bob up front to help pay for the

materials? Tomorrow night, when the
job's done.

Well, you've had a bit of a nasty
experience, haven't you?

Edie, I'm in short.

Just live up road.

Hello, Edie. I trust they're not working
you too hard, are they? Oh, no, I love

it here.

I started six months since, after my dad
died.

Just mornings, you know.

It's better than sitting in that empty
house.

Have you come about our pervert, Mr
Bradley?

Well, we don't know if he is one yet,
Edie. Of course, stands to reason.

Not with Robin here.

Well, maybe.

I don't suppose you've seen anybody
hanging about recently in the last

days? No.

What about you, Paula?

Oh, hello, Taffy, love.

And how's young Robert this morning?

He's fine, thanks. Oh, let's have a
look.

Oh, dear, sweet.

Oh, he's lovely.

Lovely.

Oh, he, I don't know how you can bear to
part with him. It'll break my heart.

Oh, dear.

I've put my foot in it, haven't I?

Thanks, mate.

Stop it. I didn't stop the flaming
truck.

What do you want?

I've got a problem.

You could say that.

Well, do you want me to have a look?

You know what's about motive.

A bit, yeah.

You'll be on a drink if you can sort
this out.

Got any tools?

Got an hammer.

Oh, found the car, sir.

Er, petrol tank empty. He's still in it.
No sign of the owner.

What, maybe a boner didn't leave it
there?

Oh, I see the car's been reported
stolen.

Good thinking, Constable. Oh, uh, Mrs.
Collins confirmed there's definitely

nothing missing, Charles.

So, we're dealing with a prowler, or
were?

Well, I spoke to all the girls and to
the staff.

None of them saw anything.

I think we should keep watch on the
place for a few nights.

Just in case.

Bellamy, you've been keen to go up
there?

You can take the first watch.

Tonight.

I'm a bit nervous about it.

Give this young man half a pint.

I reckon I can manage a pint, thanks.

Now, Gina, David, this is Gary.

Mechanical genius and obviously a heavy
drinker.

What are you doing there on your own?

Just the green grass. You know that
concrete mixer I bought at the auction?

It was a mistake.

He thought he was bidding for a
generator.

Who told you?

I did.

You would. Anyway, we've got a job for
it. I've got a man who wants a concrete

drive lane.

So you pair ways together, then, do you?
Well, David's like a son, aren't you,

son? I've taught him everything you
don't know.

I'll see you first thing in the morning.

What, tomorrow?

Can't it wait?

There you go, David.

Hello, Lord.

David told you of good news.

Good news? What good news is that?

About the interview.

Interview?

What interview?

Well, what can I tell you?

It was my mam's idea.

Was it? I bet you weren't. What
interview?

Well, she met this bloke from Ashfordly
Council.

Works department.

He says there's this job going.

You've got a job working for me.

No, this is a proper job.

You know, with a pay packet and that.

Oh, that's nice.

You realise if you work for the council,
you have to pay income tax?

National insurance, you'll be left with
no... I mean, you don't get perks like

you do working with me. You get
pheasants, the odd rabbit. You don't get

like working for the council. Well, it's
me ma 'am. She wants me to have a

career. A career? What?

Downhill? What sort of a career?

Maintenance.

Buildings and that.

What sort of buildings?

Well, I don't know. Not until after I've
had my interview.

They wrote me out this list of questions
to ask. You know, just to show I'm on

the ball, like. Oh, you're on the ball.
Knowing you, you'll fall off it.

You know... the buildings will be, don't
you? They'll be the toilets in

Ashfordly. You'll be cleaning them out.

He's got to start somewhere.

Start somewhere?

They'll take him about three weeks to
get him a brush.

Well, I've got to decide for meself.

And just go and leave me in the lurch, I
suppose.

Well, you'll just have to tell this
bloke you can't do his drive tomorrow.

Unlike some people, Gina, I don't let
folk down.

Hey, Gary, you're not all that bothered
about dashing off, are you?

No. I might have a job for you.

And it could be full time.

Who else were you expecting?

Shh, wait, Peter. I've only just put him
down.

Makes a change to come home to some
peace and quiet.

Where have you been?

Your tea's ruined. I'll have to make you
something else. I don't want anything.

I'm tired.

You've got to eat.

Only things could be like they used to
be, eh?

When it was just you and me. Oh.

Things will get better.

We're just going through a difficult
patch.

Thanks,

Paula.

Couldn't do your job.

It's all right, really.

But it can be so dangerous.

Sometimes.

But you get used to it.

Well, I think you have to be really
brave.

Only a couple of more weeks and I'll be
out of here. I can't wait.

What about your baby?

What do you mean?

Won't you miss her?

Of course I will.

She's a little darling.

She'll be all right.

They're very careful about picking the
right people to adopt, you know.

Yeah, I suppose so. I mean, they'd have
to be.

I'm one of the lucky ones.

Me mum and dad will have me back home
and nobody will be any the wiser.

I suppose.

I'll be able to get on with me life as
if nothing had happened, you know.

What was that?

It's him.

Right then, we'd better let battle
commence.

You do know I've never done this before,
don't you? Don't worry, it's a doddle.

Look, all you want is sand, which we've
got to get, cement, which we've got, and

water. But go easy on the sand and
cement, they cost money, all right?

Water's for free.

Just mix them up, slap it down, and
Roberta's your auntie.

So, how much am I getting for this,
then?

What are you talking about? I'm giving
you free accommodation.

Yeah, well, it's hardly the ritz, is it?

Do you want this job or don't you?

No, I reckon you can manage without me.

All right, I'll give you three quid.

What, with three lodgings?

And I thought young David was money mad.
Aye, well, young David's getting a

career, isn't he?

You set then, or what?

Yeah. Can you drive?

You name it, Claude. I can drive it.
Right, here.

Here's the keys to the truck.

Why, you take it round to the builder's
merchants and get a load of sand, all

right? Fine. That's up to you. You'll
have to even drop me off at Oakham.

Hey, I thought we were doing this
together.

What, with my back? Just, you sort this
lot out. I'll deal with the paperwork.

You're not safe anywhere these days.

I mean, a mother and baby home of all
places. I never even knew there was a

up there.

Well, that's the idea. It's supposed to
be discreet.

So the girls can hide their shame, do
you mean?

Shut them away and sweep everything
under the carpet?

Of course. The chap who got them in
trouble in the first place should be

do something.

Yeah, but marrying isn't always the
answer.

Gladys, just see to Mrs Mansfield, will
you?

Hello, Hazel, love. Want to withdraw
some money? Yes. Four shillings, please,

Gladys.

And how's little Peter?

Oh, he's a bit better today, thanks.

I've just got him off to sleep in his
pram.

I'm always telling Algina it's time she
got married and settled down.

She'd make somebody a lovely wife.

Any one particular in mind?

I might have.

He wouldn't expect me to tell you now.

Nick? Yes?

Hey, for what, Peter?

He's a pram athlete, thank goodness.

No, no, he isn't. I've just looked.

Please try not to worry, Mrs Mansfield.
Whoever's taken him won't have got far.

Here you are, love.

Thanks, Gladys.

What am I going to tell Alan?

Is that your husband?

Where is he? I'll call him for you.

I don't know where he is.

He's out on the road all day. He doesn't
get back till late.

Please.

He'll be fine. We'll contact him.

He's going to be so angry.

No sign. I've driven right through the
village.

Nobody's seen it.

Right. The division is sending extra men
to Wade and Steele to help with the

search. Bellamy, you come with me.

Ventress, get on to Mr. Thompson. He's
sales manager at Ashfordly Mill.

See if you can find a Mr. Alan
Mansfield.

He'll be the sales rep. They should know
where he is. Right, Sarge.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault, Maggie.

It'll don't.

I've been horrible to him.

I found myself wishing we'd never had
him.

Do you think he's the only mother who's
ever thought that?

I don't know.

Mac, what if she's taken him?

His real mother. She never wanted to
give him up.

Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Come on, baby, let me throw your snow.

Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Roll on and on, baby, be...

You should help a little.

You've had a very bad shock, Hazel.

Try to keep calm.

Thank you.

Mrs. Ramfield?

What's happened?

Have you found him?

Nothing's happened, Mrs Mansfield. We're
still looking for Peter.

Now, I understand he was adopted.

Was that from Northside Lodge?

Yes.

Over a year ago now.

OK. We'll do everything we can. We've
got reinforcements coming to help, so we

should be able to cover the ground twice
as fast now. He's not well.

You've got to find him. They'll find
him. I can't believe this is happening.

I really can't.

If nothing too serious, but he shouldn't
be exposed to the cold for too long or

he may have problems breathing.

How long are we talking about?

It's hard to say.

It really depends on whether he's being
looked after properly.

Days?

More like hours.

Right. Thank you, Doctor.

He's going to die. That's what you
think, isn't it?

Hazel, calm down. That's just not true.

I know it's not easy, Mrs Mansfield.

But it's my experience that people who
take babies generally take very good

of them.

Hazel, whoever took him probably wanted
somebody to love and look after.

Nobody could love him as much as I do.

No one.

Not his real mother.

Not anybody.

Bradley, I need you to get back up to
Moorside Lodge. That's where the

was arranged.

You think it's the natural mother?

It's the only lead we've got at the
moment. From what Dr Bolton says, this

needs to be found fairly quickly or he
may be in trouble.

Right, Sarge. Well, what are you waiting
for?

All right, lads.

OK.

We've checked the village and we need to
double -check.

The time isn't on our side. This baby
may need medical attention.

So you three take the north and the west
of the village.

Bellamy, check out the road to Eltering.

The rest of you, come with me. Let's go.

Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Come on, baby, let me fill your door.

Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Because I can't come now.

No, Edie.

A baby's gone missing from the village.

Oh, dear, that's dreadful.

Hazel Mansfield's lad.

We're just asking everybody if they've
seen anything.

No. No, I've seen nothing.

Were you in the village this morning?

No, I wasn't. But if I see anything,
I'll be sure to let you know.

If we give information on the natural
parents, it could lead to all sorts of

difficulties.

Confidentiality is one of our strictest
rules for both parties.

I appreciate that, but this is an
emergency.

It's hard to believe it could have been
the natural mother.

She's got no way of knowing where her
baby went.

That information is kept in those files
under lock and key.

Well, that's what the intruder could
have been after the other night.

Penelope Middleton, you say?

Have you got an address?

She comes from Bradford.

Nearly all the girls come from outside
the area.

Right.

Apparently she was disowned by her
parents and went to live with her aunt

uncle in Ashfordly.

OK. Thanks, Bradley.

Right. Bellamy.

Is this it? Yeah. I've had a shifty
round the back. There's no way out

I'll give it a knock, eh?

What is it?

Mrs. Middleton.

Fraser. Middleton was my maiden name.

Was it my mam?

No, Mrs. Fraser.

We're looking for Penelope Middleton.

Ah, Penny.

What's she done now?

Does she live here?

Not any more, she don't. Ungrateful
little madam.

Do you know who she is?

I don't know and I don't care. Good day.

You're wasting your time there.

I don't blame Penny for taking off.

Right. You wouldn't happen to know where
we might find her.

What's she done?

Well, it's something to do with her
baby.

Oh.

She's living off at Brush in Whitby.

Oh, where is he?

Do you think he's safe?

Wherever he is, I'm sure he's fine.

But we don't know, do we?

You'll get him back, Hazel, love.

I'm sure you will.

Police are pulling out all the stops.

Alan!

Alan! Where have you been?

You know where I've been.

What's wrong?

What's happened?

What about it?

What have you done?

She hasn't done anything.

Somebody stole him from outside the post
office this morning.

It's Penny Middleton, is it?

Yeah, but she's gone out.

Any idea when she'll be back?

She'll be back soon.

She's just going to spy on us. Park with
baby.

Why?

Have you found him?

We think we've found his natural mother.
Well, has she got him? Is he all right?

She has a baby. We can't say for sure,
but we're hoping it's Peter.

She's in Whitby. I'm on my way there
right now. Well, we'll come with you.

Mr Mansfield, I think the best thing to
do is to wait here.

Nurse Bolton's going to accompany me, so
rest assured we've got every angle

covered. We'll contact you as soon as we
need.

Has

she

come back yet?

Not yet, Sarge. Good, we'll wait for her
here.

You park over there, out the way.

Once you don't show up, leave it to me.
We don't want to scare her into running

off, do we?

Poor Hazel.

She's been through a lot.

That's all. We can soon get things back
to normal for her.

She really doesn't need this.

She's been under a lot of strain
recently.

With the baby?

Mm.

It's not the easiest of babies.

It doesn't seem much. You don't need the
look of attention.

What about Mr Mansfield?

Is he understanding?

No. Not as far as I can see.

Penny Middleton?

Yeah? This is your baby?

Of course it is.

Sarge.

How old is this baby, Miss Middleton?

She's just three weeks. Why?

It's not good enough.

I mean...

Getting my wife's hopes up, Lightfield.
I only ever said it was a possibility.

We didn't know she had another baby.
What did you think you were doing?

You won't know about his chest.

His medicine is here.

We're doing everything possible to find
Peter.

God, what a mess.

Fancy leaving him outside the post
office like that. I mean, of all the

stupid... Mr. Mansfield, please.

He was asleep.

I didn't want to wake him up.

I know we've been through this before,
but are you quite sure you didn't see

anyone else in the street before you
went inside?

No.

There was a lorry.

It was moving quite slowly.

A lorry?

Yeah.

I think it was Claude Greenblatt.

What are you doing here? Shouldn't you
be laying concrete?

Don't. I think we're a doddle.

Oh, quick. Did Waterstone give you any
money?

No, he wouldn't when I got back.

I hope you made a proper job of it. Like
I said, it was a doddle.

Well, come on, I'll let you buy me a
drink out of your wages when I give you

some. Aye, I'll drink to that.

I

see

one. Don't get all worried for me after,
as usual. I've just remembered that

I've left the keys to the truck inside.

I'll just go and get them, eh? All
right.

Right, now then, Claude. Before you
start, it couldn't have been me because

wasn't there, and if I was, it must have
been somebody else.

I think I've got that in my book from
last time.

Have you? Hey, well, save you licking
the end of your pencil, won't you?

another favour I've done you, cos I
reckon all that lead licking's not good

your health, you know. Look, I just need
your help, Claude. Not advice on my

diet. My help? What with? Your
enquiries?

You were in Aidensfield this morning.

I'm sorry, hey, and this is the first
cos it's the truth, but I wasn't. Ah,

on, Claude.

Your truck was seen crawling along.

It might have been, but I weren't
driving it. It were young Gary.

Young Gary?

Yeah, he'd just gone in to fetch the
keys.

Oh, we're on my way to the builder's
merchant.

Won't I, Claude? Yeah, that's right.

Did you stop off in the village at all?
Yeah, just to get me bearings, that's

all. I'm not from round here, am I?

Did you see anybody?

No one in particular, why?

Not a woman with a pram?

Yeah. Yeah, there was one outside the
post office, yeah.

Oh, yeah?

And what did you do?

Went to the builder's.

Concrete the drive, came back here.

No, I meant when the woman left the pram
outside the post office.

Nothing.

Drove off.

You didn't see anyone else?

No, nobody.

You do have a driving licence, I take
it?

I do, yeah.

But I haven't got it with me.

Of course you have.

I made him show it to me before I let
him drive me truck naturally.

Here.

Al, I'd like you to run a check for me
on a Gary Clarkson.

The address on his driving licence is
Macclesfield.

Right.

Maggie? Have you found him?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I've been
thinking about what you were saying

earlier.

What's that?

It's about Peter not being an easy baby
and Mrs Manfield being under a lot of

strain.

Yes, she has.

I don't want you to break any
confidences, Doctor, but anything that

us solve this business.

I've seen worse marriages.

It's just that we have to examine every
possibility, you understand.

And so far, no -one's confirmed actually
seeing the baby in his pram.

Hayler wouldn't do anything.

She wanted that baby desperately.

She wanted him.

What about Mr Mansfield?

Oh, yes, I... Well, I'm sure he wanted
him too.

But not as much.

No.

Perhaps not.

What the heck do you call this, then?

Oh, I can see what's happened there.

Don't worry about it, Mr Woodson. All
we've got to do is just...

Sort of ease it back to where it should
be and allow it to settle.

Wait for it to settle?

The North Sea's got more chance of
settling than that. You idiots have used

much water.

I can see why you think that, but don't
worry about it. Gary... Gary?

Gary?

Gary? Gary?

Looks like it's down to you, then.

I'm sorry, Mr Woodson. I can't move
towards it on my own.

I've got to get the car out. I'm going
to a dinner. You're lucky I've not even

had mine yet. I'll come round and sort
it out tomorrow, but as you can see,

gone off in my truck. I'll go and see
the police about. Good, I'll drop you

at the station on my way to the dinner.

Hey, Mr Greengrass, I was just saying
that Gary is driving off like he's

Sterling Moss. Oh, you've not come to
gloat?

No. Just come and see if you need a
hand.

What's a tricky job, laying concrete?

You could be right about the tarmac.

Did you get that job with the council?

Might have done.

It might have done? What does that mean?

Well, I told them I'd think about it.

And the old boss, he was considering
giving me a promotion and a bit more

And Biggs might.

This is hopeless.

You'll need to help me get the car out.

You'll be able to drive through this.

Hazel, she went to bed comfortable. She
needed to have a rest.

Well, I'd actually like to ask you a
couple of questions, Mr Mansfield.

Me? How can I help?

We need to know where you were earlier
today.

I've already told you, I'm on the road.

Well, yeah, but where exactly?

North Allerton, Rippon, Thirsk.

Did you keep a record of your call? Wait
a minute, wait a minute now.

What is all this?

I mean, you should be out hunting for
Pete and not asking me damn full silly

questions about my work.

Do you keep a record or not, Mr Madden?
Of course I do.

The office has to know.

Well, can I have a look at it, please?

for ten quid.

Well, pull me!

Don't worry, it'll wipe off.

He says all the visits he made are in
here.

Good. Then we'll be able to check them
all, won't we?

Ah, Ventress, about time.

I've been tracing that car aside.

It was stolen.

I don't want to hear about that now.

You will when you hear what else I found
out as well.

Go on, then. It was stolen in Lancaster.

Soon? I was tracing that lad that Mike
found working for Claude Greengrass.

I thought he came from Macclesfield. He
did.

But he was doing Borstal in Lancaster.
He absconded three days ago.

Very good, Lundress.

Well done.

Now then.

Hang on, Sarge. You know where the car
was found?

Off the Ashfordly to Whitby Road. Yeah.

Near Moorside Lodge.

Bradley, bring him in. I'm away.

I've seen you go and plaster before,
Claude. This is a first.

Ho, ho, flaming ho.

I'm sorry. Look, I'm looking for your
new oppo. Have you seen him? Yeah, on

own. He's done a bump with my truck.

No, you should be putting out roadblocks
and that.

Have you got any idea where he might
have gone?

No. And you didn't help the way you were
leaning on him. I tell you something,

Michael, I have a very good mind to make
an official complaint.

I shouldn't do that if I were you,
Claude. Oh, no, why not?

Because I could do you for harbouring an
escaped prisoner.

Escaped prisoner?

I didn't know it about that.

Ah, but can you prove it?

What was he inside for?

TWIC.

TWIC?

What's that stand for when it's at home?

Taking without the owner's consent.

Nicking cars, Claude.

What is it? Have you found him? Not yet,
I'm afraid.

I wonder if we could have a word.

Who is it?

Hello, Mrs. Mansfield. I'm sorry to
disturb you. I just need a quick word

your husband.

Is it about Peter?

Mrs. Mansfield, I just need to speak to
him for a few minutes. Look, Sergeant,

isn't this really necessary?

It's about your movements earlier today.

I've already been over this with
Constable Bradley.

I think it would be better if we could
talk in private.

Bellamy, would you sit with Mrs.
Mansfield for a few minutes?

Do you mean...

Don't

scream. I'm not going to hurt you.

Listen.

I need you to help me.

Please.

Mr Mansfield, there are a couple of
hours unaccounted for around about the

your son went missing.

Look, Sergeant, I don't know what you're
trying to insinuate. I had nothing to

do with Peter's disappearance.

Do you mind telling me where you were
and what you were doing between the

of 11 and 1?

I...

I was with someone.

And will she verify that? Yes.

Look, I never intended it to happen. It
just did.

Hazel Sheese doesn't have any time for
me. She's only interested in Peter.

So you resent Peter? No!

I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. You
must believe that.

I love them.

Are you sure?

Right, come on then.

Debbie?

Paula?

What are you doing?

Nothing, Matron.

Do you want something?

No.

Good evening, Gary.

You know him?

Yeah, we've met.

Can you explain to me what you're doing
here?

Well, he's trapped with him for a dart.

And things have been stolen.

Really? What kind of things?

Nappies. Baby food.

What would I want with nappies and
stuff?

Never pinched out.

No. Except cars and lorries.

You've only borrowed them.

That's what they always say.

And it's not the first time, is it? I
had to see me baby.

Your baby?

And Debbie.

I don't want her to give him up.

Oh, Gary.

Debbie, please don't give him up.

I'll look after you as soon as I get
out.

You should have told me that before.

I did.

I wrote to you from Bristol. I wrote you
loads of letters. It was you that

didn't write back.

I never got any letters.

Mum and Dad must have stopped him.

Come on, Gary. We've got to go. Can I
have five minutes?

Just Debbie and me.

I won't run away.

I promise.

All right.

I've got a call for someone to pick you
up. You can have till then.

I called him Robert.

Can I show him, baby?

You'll need to get washed up before you
go anywhere, young man.

Can't hold a baby with old dirty hands.

Debbie, show him where they're thinking.

Seems to have brought half the garden in
with him.

Must have been tramping about for hours.

Need he would choose today to let me
down.

Just look at the mess he's left in here.

And is it always kept locked, is it?

Do you know the price of nappies,
Constable Bradley?

Well, no, I don't actually.

So, what exactly is missing?

Six nappies terry, six nappy liners
muddling, two large tins baby milk, two

bottles baby aspirin.

And how many people have keys?

Just myself and Edie.

But Edie wouldn't take anything that
didn't belong to her. Not Edie.

Oh, wait, Gary.

We both will.

Good night, Constable. Good night.

Hey, don't forget, it's your arrest.

You do all the paperwork.

Yeah, yeah. See you back at the station.

Come on, love. In you go.

You say the lock on the door cover
hasn't been pampered with?

No, Sarge.

What do we know about this Edie
Hollinshaw?

She's spent years looking after her old
dad.

Who died six months ago. She's been on
her own since.

I called her house during the search.

How do you see him?

Well, a bit flustered, I suppose.

That's just the idea.

Let's get up there.

Well?

Yes.

Right. Now, we don't want to panic her.
Go easy with her, OK?

Hello, Mr. Bradley.

You don't mind me coming in, do you?

Come.

He's a lovely -looking lad, isn't he,
eh?

He is, now. I'm sure you'll have plenty
of young guns, Constable.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe.

That's what I thought.

Then me mum got ill and Dad couldn't
cope on his own.

Never had the chance till now.

It's like someone planned it that way.

Oh, well. I went to the shop and I saw
him in his pram and I picked him up and

just couldn't put him down.

Oh, that's okay, Edie.

Here, can I hold him?

Here, why don't you give him to me and
we'll sort all this out. Well, he's

here, Mr.

Bradley.

And then my dad died.

And this house seems so empty.

You don't know what it's like to look
after someone all them years and all of

sudden... There's nobody.

Nobody at all.

No.

I know.

And all them lasses with the babies.

Some of them don't even want them.

And there's me not being able to have
one ever.

It doesn't seem right, does it?

He's not his real mother, you know.

He'd be better off with me.

You two, they're always rowing and
shouting. I've heard them, and she

look after him proper.

You should hear him wheezing and
coughing.

I've had to hold him close because he
keeps crying.

I know.

He's not been very well recently.

But Hazel's very worried about him, you
know.

Is she?

Yeah.

She loves him very much.

She really does.

I've looked after him real careful.

I know you are, BD.

But look, it's time for his medicine
now, isn't it?

You're in the worst for his adventure.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you all.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Constable Bradley here to serve the
credit.

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

I thought I'd lost him.

You're very welcome, Mrs. Machine. He's
a lovely little lad.

Come on, Hazel. Let's get to the inside
now.

It's not getting broody, are we,
Constable?

Me, Sarge?

Nah.

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

Heartbeat.

Why does there's no chip in my memory?