All language subtitles for heartbeat_s12e18_missing_in_action

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

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in
my memory?

Just you know why.

Why you and I will

buy and buy.

Oh, good, Jack wants to make a speech at
the reception.

Well, he can for me.

You haven't heard anybody that one or
two.

Get him out and spill the beans.

About what?

About you.

You're disposed, liar.

Good boy.

You'll have to marry him as well.

Well, you've left us for a while.

You'd have seen the other foot.

I was hoping Mrs Baker could have done
the pair of them before she took her

maternity leave.

Never mind. I'm here now.

Once I'm done for a wedding.

Giving the goddaughter away.

Very nice.

Don't want to be hobbling down the
aisle.

No. Of course not.

That's it.

Go on.

Stop.

No second thought.

No. Why, have you?

No, not really.

I'm just sad I haven't got a dad there
to give me away.

Yeah, I know.

Ah.

Hiya, Phil.

Oh, thanks for coming round.

What's the problem?

Well, you know Leslie Ford's getting
married this Saturday?

Yeah. Well, I've organised the end night
tonight for Leslie, Jenny, Liz and me.

Don't tell me. Wouldn't be fun for her.

That's to guess.

Anyway, I had a mate who was going to
help me on the bar, but she's cried off.

And I can't leave Susie on her own.

I need someone I can trust.

Me?

Any chance?

Oh, I don't know.

Look, I know it's late notice.

No, it's Merton. I mean, if he finds
out, I mean, he's dead lumber.

Oh, please, Phil.

Just this once.

I need someone to keep an eye on things.

Are you all right? Just nerves. I'll be
fine once Saturday's over.

You never give up, do you?

What's he got?

I don't know.

What is it?

It's a piece of plane.

What's it doing here?

One or two planes came down here during
the war trying to make it to church,

spent an aerodrome.

I'll take these back for our Gary.

Is that the loss?

Yes. Thank you.

Oh, and you haven't forgotten about
tonight?

No, but I'm going to have to cancel.

Why? I haven't finished ploughing
through the practice files.

But you've hardly been out since you
came here.

I know, when I get myself sorted on.

In any case, I barely know Leslie.

Well, now's your chance to get to know
her.

And anyway, that's not the point.

We think it's time you took a walk on
the work site.

Where to be funfair.

Trust me.

Doesn't get any wilder.

When I was 15, he would have been my

dream date. No one could beat the man on
the wall, did you know? Hey, I'm with

you there, Gina.

I was thinking you were a sensible guy.
Well, I'm good on your list. I'm one

with a bit of taste.

Do you want to go back for another ride?
No. Well, there's so many of you do.

It's all right for you, Leslie. You've
got your man. Not yet, I haven't. You

could still make a run for it. Oh, don't
say that. I don't know.

She does more than like me.

Madame Zara.

Hey, why don't you go in and see what's
in store?

What is that?

Hey, ask her how many children you're
going to have. I want to be allowed.

on.

Come on.

Gina normally gives me a double for the
price of a single, love. I didn't know

that.

A sort of loyalty bonus.

What do we say to that, Phil?

We say, pull the other one.

What's it got to do with him? Phil's
taking me under his wing for the night.

Half a crown.

Where's Mr Scripps tonight?

Oh, he's putting his foot up.

Only one?

He's been to the bunion butcher, love.

He's a chiropodist.

He's feeling a bit sorry for himself.

You're off, Jenny.

I think you're good.

Didn't I say?

You're having fun, yes?

All right, you win.

I haven't had such a good time in ages.
Thanks for inviting me. Any time.

You want more? You've got a fish in a
bag.

Hiya, Leslie.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm going to go home now.

Double ten and we're there.

Yes!

Amazing.

Easy, easy.

Put it there.

What are you having, David?

I'd like to have another half, then,
please. Half for David, a scotch for me,

one for you and one for yourself, Susie.
I'll get them.

You know, I haven't had such a good
night in here for years.

You should take it up full time, you
know.

10 .45.

Time, gentlemen, please.

What are you doing?

Where is he?

What, the bobby? He's gone.

Who's the party pooper?

I don't know.

I've never seen him before.

Good night.

Good luck for Saturday, Leslie. Thanks.

Bye. Can you drop me at Barry's?

It's a bit late, isn't it?

I promised your mum I'd get you home
safe and sound.

Thanks, but I can walk home from there.

What's happened?

Have you got that piece of plane that
Charlie found on the moor?

What? Do you know what time it is? Have
you?

Yeah, it's here. Why?

I went to see a fortune teller at the
front of town. She said she saw a young

man in uniform in a crystal ball.

Fortune teller? I asked if it was my
dad. She didn't know, but she said I had

something that would lead me to him.

How much have you had to drink?

We've got to find that plane.

Leslie, your father wasn't on that
plane. I know that, but someone was.

just like him.

Will you help me find him?

We'll talk about it tomorrow when your
head's cleared.

Well, my head is cleared. No, Leslie,
it's full of drink and mumbo -jumbo.

You don't understand, do you? Go and get
some sleep.

If you can't see how important this is
to me, I don't want to marry you, Barry.

I don't want to marry you. What did you
say? No, Leslie. I mean it, Barry.

The wedding's off.

No point in lying to me, you clattering
round.

Well, if you'd cleared up last night,
you might not have been disturbed.

You haven't got a fag, have you? You
don't smoke.

Are you sure?

Larry, what's up?

Have you seen Les?

I'm not since I dropped her off last
night. Why, what's happened?

Has she called off the wedding?

No.

I've been trying to get in touch with
her at work, but nobody's seen her.

In through your arms.

Yeah?

Mrs Ford?

No, I haven't.

Barry's here now asking me the same
question.

When did she go missing?

Her boss phoned her mother to say she
hadn't got into work this morning.

She and the fiancé seem genuinely
concerned for her safety.

Well, a disappointed mum, a rejected
groom.

Wouldn't you make yourself scared?

They say it's completely out of
character.

How would they know?

She hasn't been married before, has she?

No, Fudge.

Then it's most likely a case of wedding
funk.

Probably, though.

You do what you have to do to show
willing.

Besides... Sid.

Phil Bellamy at the police station.

Sid, have you had anybody new join your
station recently?

No. No. Uniform branch.

Right.

No, er... No, nothing to worry about.

Thank you. Yeah, bye.

Well, Phil, so the wedding's off, then?
Well, according to Gina, the bride is

voting.

Well, Mr.

Scripps is going to be that
disappointed.

No, no.

He spent a fortune having his bunions
done.

So, how about they'll come in for
another occasion?

What with?

His feet.

Hey, what's this?

Morning. What's the problem?

Spot check, sir.

If you'd like to step out of your cab
and bring your documents with you.

What documents?

Assurance certificate.

Driver's licence.

Well, they're at home.

I don't keep them with me. I'd only lose
them.

Was it something in particular?

No. Just any infringement of the
construction and use regulations.

Just a temporary repair?

No, you're quite a craftsman.

Mr... Scripps.

No, it wasn't me repaired. It was my
lad, wasn't it, David?

Last Christmas.

Done quite well considering.

Last Christmas?

No.

It was just a hunch you might be up
here.

Sorry. Bad idea.

That's okay.

We'd better be getting back.

Just a minute.

Stop it there.

Leslie, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Why are you out here?

No, I... What?

I slipped.

Take a look, shall we?

I think you've dislocated your shoulder.

We'd better get you to a doctor.

Mike, where have you been?

Whitby, near the meeting.

All right.

And you're turning new places where
you're over there, did you? What do you

mean? New to the job.

No, why?

No reason.

Gentlemen.

What can I do you for? You can do me for
nothing, sunshine.

Driving licence, registration document,
insurance certificate.

They're all there.

Very nice.

He didn't tell me to bring them in, but
I know he'd do me if I didn't.

Who are you talking about?

The new Bobby.

The one that called time in the pub last
night.

Yeah, well, everything seems to be in
order, thank you.

We haven't even looked at them.

You wouldn't get him doing half a job.

Who's that then, Mr Scripps?

Your new beat, Bobby. Everything seems
to be in order, thank you. He turned our

truck inside out looking for faults.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it.

Petty fogging, I call it. Actually, you
would.

Would you care to brief me on your
Whitby meeting?

You want to have a word with him? Yeah,
got everything, have we? All right, I'm

going.

You mark my words, he's going to rub
people up the wrong way.

Come on, David.

Who's he on about?

Search me.

OK.

He'll probably be sore for a while.

They tell me it's dangerous to go out
onto the moors alone.

The weather can change in an instant.

What were you doing there?

I was looking for something.

The sight of a crashed World War II
aeroplane.

How did you know about it?

The dog found a small piece of it when
we were out walking.

It started me thinking about my dad.

I noticed in your file that your
father's deceased.

Yeah.

He was a radio operator on a bomber
crew.

It came down in the Channel.

I was born six months later.

I see.

It's been on my mind, not having him
here to give me away.

Well, of course. It's only natural at a
time like this.

I've always thought about him.

Seen him, even.

On a bus.

In a crowd.

Every time I went to the seaside, I used
to see him coming out of the sea to

meet me.

I've always had to hide it, my mum.

She gets upset.

But then I went to see the fortune
teller.

She saw a young man in uniform.

She said, I couldn't find happiness
until I resolved things with him.

How?

I'm not sure.

The pilot who crashed was probably about
the same sort of age as my dad.

I'd like to give him a named grave.

Something my dad never had.

Is she all right?

Yeah, she's fine.

But she'll be a while yet, and she
thought you'd better get off rather than

around for her here.

No, I'll wait.

She more or less insisted.

Right. She's all right, though.

Only she hasn't been making much sense.
Her emotions are very fragile at the

minute. Has she said anything about the
wedding?

Not really.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes. You can be patient.

Right.

I won't give her up, you know.

Morning.

Hello. Constable Crane in?

No, it's a bit early for him.

Why don't you try again at about noon?

Come in, Barry.

Here's my CID friend, someone next to
his jail book.

See you then.

Mike, is this all the bread?

Oh, yeah, just as well, really, because
we've run out of things to put on it.

Sorry I came so early.

That's OK.

What's the problem?

I've had the fragment of plane material
number identified by a friend who's an

aviation expert.

It's from a Mark 6 Mosquito.

Yeah?

Who'd know if that sort of plane was
reported missing?

I'm not sure.

But there'd be records, right? Yeah, I
suppose the Ministry of Defence would

keep them.

Can you find out who I need to talk to?

Well, I don't know.

A couple of days ago, life seemed grand.
Now, I... I don't know which way to

turn.

Please, I need to help Leslie with this.

Or lose her for good.

OK.

I'll see what I can do.

Wait a minute, sir.

I'm afraid you can't leave your vehicle
there, sir.

Why not?

Well, it's too close to the pedestrian
crossing.

Fifteen yards is the minimum distance as
indicated by the markings.

Well, last one's here, Mr Vernon.

Thank you, David.

My tyre is behind the mark.

That's not the whole of the vehicle.

No, you're a good six inches over.

I don't believe this.

I don't make the rules, sir.

So if you'd like to move the lorry,
please.

What, for six flaming inches?

Move it.

Crane? Yes, sir. He's one of my
officers.

Why would you want to contact the
Ministry of Defence?

Certainly not with my permission, sir.

Hey, Phil.

I've just had an ear -brushing from
Vernon Scripps about our new big bobby.

Who's he talking about?

Steve, probably.

I don't think so. He said you were in
the Aidenfield Arms when this new bobby

came in after time.

All right, all right. I'll keep you
down. Come here.

What's going on?

I was standing at the jailer behind the
bar.

He caught you serving after a house?

I'm not a bum.

Look, I don't know who he is, and nobody
else seems to know who he is either.

What Verne's script says.

It says his first name's Adolf.

No, no, Mike, it's not funny.

Look, I think he could be a ringer.

Are you serious?

Dead serious.

Are you going to have to tell Mike? No,
no, no, no, no, no. I'm not telling him,

sure. Phil, look, if this copper is
bogus, he could cause us no end of

Yeah, but if he's genuine, he's my blood
on the carpet.

Crane! Sarge?

I've just had a call from Division.

Who gave you permission to contact the
Ministry of Defence?

Nobody, Sarge.

I did it through a services friend of
the family.

Oh, friend of a friend, was it?

It was personal.

Really? Well, personal or not, you've
certainly set alarm bells ringing.

Well, why's that, Sarge? Because you
need MOD authorisation before you go

messing about with war graves.

I take it this involves the girl who
went walkabout and her fiancé?

Yes, Sarge. Well, make sure you warn
them off before it's too late.

I think he's already out searching,
Sarge.

Do you know where?

Roughly, yeah.

Take me there

Give

me

the binoculars

Lock the car.

Hi!

Barry, hi.

I'm taking this isn't a coincidence.

No. This is Sergeant Merton.

Am I in trouble?

I'm afraid so, sir.

The Ministry of Defence have got wind of
what you're doing. And you need a

licence before you can tamper with a war
grave.

I haven't found it yet.

And if you did?

I'd tell the relatives, then I'd get a
licence.

See the pilot got a proper burial.

And you'd expect the family to be
grateful, of course.

Yeah, wouldn't you?

Not in this instance, no. It'd only
cause more grief.

The MOD say the pilot of the plane
you've identified could not be buried

honour. Why not?

Because he was a deserter.

So I suggest you stop this now and leave
well alone.

Where are you off?

Ashfordly. I can't stop. I've got a taxi
waiting.

I can take you. It's already here. What
is it?

I've been on the moor searching.

I got stopped by the police.

Why?

The Ministry of Defence say the pilot
was a deserter.

Deserter? He was found. He couldn't be
buried with honour.

His family would have to be told the
truth.

I marked out a map.

I was searching yard by yard, but what
could I do?

A hero or deserter?

If a loved one of mine was lying dead,
I'd want to know where.

I said I needed a licence, Leslie.

They said I had to stop.

You do as you like, just give me the
map.

No, Leslie.

I want the map. No, this isn't just
about us.

Well, why have you come here if you're
not going to help me?

Because I love you!

And I want my life back!

That makes two of us.

How long do you think you'll be staying?

Two or three nights.

Possibly more.

Well, there's plenty of walking out
there, if that's what you've come for.

The bathroom's at the end of the
corridor.

Thank you.

Right, well, if anybody hands it in,
we'll let you know, Miss George.

Do either of you know the bright spark
who's been rattling Lord Ashfordly's

cage?

I'm on the blower complaining about an
officer checking the shotgun

of everyone on the estate.

The laird referred to him as an
officious twerp.

Well, didn't anyone at the hall
recognise him?

Apparently not.

Sarge?

Yes?

It could be somebody from another patch.

What, an officer with time on his hands
and law and order in his blood?

Well, yes.

Any more bright ideas, you know where to
find me.

Sarge?

I think he could be a ringer.

What? We've had sightings of an unknown
uniformed PC.

How many sightings?

Three at least.

Why didn't somebody tell me?

Are there reliable witnesses?

Not especially.

Sarge, a regular copper wouldn't have
confronted Lord Asherley without your

sir.

True.

Well, you'd better check it out.

But don't let's frighten the horses till
we know for sure.

Plenty more pebbles on the beach, you
know.

I'm not interested.

Hello, partner.

Hi, Susie.

Is Gina around?

She's in the back.

What will I do?

It's business.

I don't care. I'm not calling her. I've
had no one to talk to all night.

Same again, please.

How you doing, Barry?

So -so.

Look, I'm sorry to hear things didn't
work out today.

It's not your fault.

Do you think you were any nearer to
finding the fight?

Who knows?

I marked out a grid on the map.

I'd only have a chance to search three
sections.

On the bill.

Please.

Are you back again?

You can't keep away.

Can't think why.

I wanted a word.

Come round the back.

Bogus. Yeah, and I don't think he'll try
it on again, but just so you know.

What shall I do if he comes in?

Well, I'll check his uniform number and
try and get a good description and try

and keep it to yourself.

All right?

All right.

Phil.

Susie's not bothering you, is she?

No.

Well, let me know if she is and I'll
have a word with her.

No, we're going fine.

Are you in the car, Barry?

Why? Well, I'd say you'd had enough,
wouldn't you?

I'll leave it here.

I'm sure you do, eh?

Bye, Al.

If I can help somebody as I pass

along.

If I can hear somebody with a word

or song.

If I can show some...

And my living shall not be in vain.

What's missing?

A haversack.

Anything valuable?

Not especially.

Where's Leslie, Barry?

Oh, I don't know.

We had a row.

She wanted to keep looking for the
plane.

What was in the haversack?

Walking gear.

Compass, maps, flask.

Sandwich box.

Right. Let's see if we can find some
prints, shall we?

Nodding. She took the day off work and
went out to think.

Well, I know Leslie's a bit obsessive
about this, but do you really think

break into Barry's car?

I just can't think of why anybody else
would bother.

Aimless criminality, mate.

It's our stock in trade.

Anyway, if you were all right, she'd be
up there now.

Let's take a look, shall we?

that you always do the shopping, and I
always do the carrying.

Horses for courses, David! Hop on!

Keep quiet and you won't get hurt.

Take charge of this briefcase.

I'm going after his accomplice.

Well?

There's two of them.

And they're searching.

Two?

Leslie and Barry?

Neither.

How is he?

Oh, groggy.

Is that the booty?

Yeah, your man told me to hang on to it.

Right. What a man.

I mean, I know I called him everything
but duck to a duck.

But when the chips were down, he was
brilliant.

Like a sheriff in a cowboy film.

Wyatt Earp? Yeah.

No messing. He had him down and cuffed
in no time.

Then he went in after the accomplice?
Like a shot.

Very excited.

Did you actually see an accomplice?

No, no, but he obviously had one in his
sights.

I mean, what else can you call him but
Wyatt Earp? Well, let's leave it at

shall we? For now, I'm sure he won't
mind.

Morning, gentlemen.

Oh, hello.

Not your normal beat, are you?

No.

We're looking for someone.

Ah.

You seem a bit lost going backwards and
forwards.

Everything all right?

Yes, fine, thank you.

You, er...

Haven't seen a young woman up here, have
you?

Sorry, no.

Bob? No.

Right.

Well, we'd better let you get on.

Just a second.

Do you mind if I see your map, sir?

So you've got a few questions to answer,
gentlemen.

Frank's here. We wanted him in
connection with other shop raids up and

north. In normal circumstances, a very
nice piece of work.

Well, yeah, at least we should get a
good description of our ringer now.

Only if we admit he isn't one of ours,
then I'd rather nick him without that.

What's going on?

Two men we found in possession of
articles stolen from a car in

night. Where did you pick them up?

On the morgue. They were supposedly
collecting plant specimen.

We think they were collectors searching
for the crash site.

Who told them?

No idea.

We believe they broke into Barry Lee's
car to get his maps.

Well, keep me posted.

Yeah, Sarge.

What's this?

A token of appreciation, Sergeant.

Donated by one grateful jeweller.

and myself, to be awarded annually for
selfless public duty.

And no prizes for guessing who the
recipient is this year?

Well, that's a fine gesture.

But the only thing we seek is the
satisfaction of a job well done.

Come on, Sergeant, no false modesty. Get
him out here, the hero of the hour. Oh,

I'm sorry, Mr. Scripps. I can't accept
the singling out of one man. We're a

here. Well, you give bravery awards,
don't you?

Yes, and this is just as deserved.

So let's not keep him under wraps.

I've got a press reporter and a
photographer waiting outside.

Come through to my office, would you, Mr
Scripps?

The Havathack was lying in the car park.

Yes. Well, why didn't you hand it back
in at the pub?

We were in a rush.

I was going to hand it in later.

After you used the map to look for
specimens?

Yes, it was useful. Luckily.

Mr. Wells, do you know it's illegal to
dig up wartime crash sites without a

license?

What? Sorry, you've lost me.

No license is ever issued where sites
contain human remains.

Fascinating.

But what's that got to do with me?

Bogus copper.

It would seem so, yes.

Well, I'll be blown.

Mind you, it does make more sense.

In what way?

Well, the way he tackled that bloke.

No real copper would have risked
dirtying his uniform.

You'd been on the moor how long?

A couple of hours.

And how many plant specimens had you
collected?

I'll tell you, none.

all the way from down south for nothing.
You've got no reason to hold us here,

Constable. How about theft and malicious
damage? You're making a mistake.

Well, we'll let the court decide that,
shall we? A big mistake.

Yeah, and after the court's had its say,
I'm sure there'll be other people

who'll want a word with you about your
souvenir hunting. Give me the sergeant.

You see, the MOD don't take very kindly
to people who rob war graves.

Get him. And it won't be those country
coppers you'll be dealing with then. Do

have to find him myself? No, it'll be
the men from the ministry. Do you

understand? Sit down.

Sit down! I demand you get Sergeant
Merton now.

Demand? Who do you think you are?

I am the man from the ministry.

Confirmed.

There are no more D officers.

Then why didn't they stay still from the
off?

Apparently the task here is classified.

They broke into a car and stole things.

Surely they're not above prosecution.

Where's Barry Lee at the moment?

He's in the duty room.

Asked him to come in and identify his
belongings.

Bring him in here, will you?

Height? Height, sort of average.

What, about 5 '8", 5 '9"? Yeah. All
right, build.

Not too slim, not too fat. Sort of
somewhere in the middle. I call it

build? Yeah.

Age? Now you're asking. I mean, he's not
what you'd call young. Then again, he's

not what you'd call... Old?

You've got it.

Hair? Yes.

Brownish.

Was there anything at all distinctive
about this man?

Oh, yeah.

He was dressed like a policeman.

Do you want to let them off?

Assuming compensation for damages paid,
naturally.

I'd get there anyway if they were
charged.

Only if they were found guilty.

This is a cop -out.

Top brass or not, they've helped put the
mockers on my wedding and I want them

charged.

What would make you change your mind?

If they let me find what they were
looking for.

Out of the question, Sergeant, all war
grades are off limits.

In that case, I'm afraid I've no choice
but to charge you. You're asking for

trouble, Sergeant.

I'm answerable to the Home Office, not
the MOD.

May we have a word in private?

This isn't an ordinary plane wreck.
We're fairly sure we know who the pilot

The deserter? No, he wasn't a deserter.
That was just a ploy to stop any further

searching. The crew were carrying
documents to a high -level meeting in

Stockholm. The navigator managed to bail
out. The pilot wasn't so lucky.

The publication of what our political
masters had in mind would be hugely

embarrassing to us now.

Well, that's all very interesting, but
I'm afraid I still can't drop the

unless Barry Lee agrees.

If this site becomes any more public,
we'll have aviation archaeologists

swarming all over it.

Then do a deal.

Enlist Barry Lee's help to locate the
site.

If the wreck is found, I'll make sure
it's protected until you get what you

want.

What does he get out of it?

He promised to give the pilot a proper
burial in the hope that he wins his

back.

Why is that?

Now, over that poor big ball. I know he
knows he's real.

But soon, everyone will.

Don't! Why at her?

Well, he looked just like my guy Robert
did.

Oh, hello, David. Bernie.

Oh, is Mr Vernon still here?

Bernie, he left a while ago.

Oh.

Is there something bothering you?

Go on, tell him.

Well, it sounds a bit daft, really.

It's about Wyatt Earp.

Mr Scripps says that he's a chiropodist.

I'll have to pack up soon. The light's
going.

God, God!

Right, everyone stay where you are,
please.

Go. Oh, hello. Is Mrs Baker here?

No, she's on leave.

I'm filling in for a few weeks.

I see. It's just a friend recommended I
come in.

No better advertising than word of
mouth.

How can I help? I'm a policeman.

Really? Don't tell me.

Lots of foot -slogging.

Well, yeah, something like that.

So, what's the problem?

Well, you see, I'm sorry, I didn't get
your name, but... Baker.

Spicer. Well, I did have a problem
before I came in here, but, um... But

don't. Don't tell me.

You're nervous.

You've seen the scalpels. No, I've seen
your boots, Mr. Spicer.

Or should I say PC?

Plenty of water in Bernard's. He's got
to write a wedding speech tonight.

I thought you were going to copy it out
of a book.

Shut up.

What book?

Your 100 Best Rib Ticklers.

Oh, that'll be about as funny as his
bunions.

Don't you listen to them, Bernie. It'll
be fine.

I've seen Leslie's dress. She's gone all
gorgeous.

Hiya, Bill.

Hiya, Susie.

Hi, Gina. Three points, please.

Er, do you want to go and collect some
glasses, please?

Now, er, did I read that your bogus
Bobby's been up in court, then?

Yep.

Pity. Few more like him and we'd all
sleep easier in our beds.

Well, he told me he'd always wanted to
be a copper, but he was half an inch too

short.

I feel sorry for shopping him now, bogus
copper or not.

Well, save your sympathy, Bernie.

He wasn't a qualified corruptodist,
either.