All language subtitles for Heartbeat 18e24 Sweet Sorrow

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

Heartbeat, why does a love chip in my
memory?

I knew it was in here somewhere.

Pretty good nick, I know.

What do we want an old tandem for?

Now, why do you think we want it?

I'm not riding on the back. I want to
steer. Oh, don't be daft, David.

We're selling it when you've oiled it
and spruced it up and mended the

and that.

Because I've got a good idea.

You get started as soon as you've had
your breakfast.

I've put you a couple of sausages on.

I hate doing poetry.

You go up for lava when you have to hold
a little water in that.

Who's that?

I left my purse on the table.

My sausage!

What's he... Oi!

Not taking any money, thank goodness.

No, he stole the taxi.

I told you not to leave the key in,
David.

I didn't. He... What do you call it? He
hot -wired it.

Oh, no.

He's taken both of them.

Ainsfield Police.

Yes, David.

Hold on, hold on.

Someone's stolen some sausages from your
taxi.

Oh, see, someone's stolen the taxi
itself.

The sausages were in there, weren't
they?

Hello, Mrs Armstrong.

Help me, please.

I need petrol.

What are you doing in that car?

I'm sorry?

It's not yours. Where's David?

Sorry?

You tell me what you're doing, or I'm
going to phone the police.

Oh, thanks, John.

That looks grand.

Yeah, well, you won't get a proper cup
of breakfast when you're over there. I

mean, my mum's went over to France. She
said all you got was this little pastry

thingy. Yeah, that's called a crotto,
Dawn.

Yeah, but not even a pot of tea, a black
coffee like it, or lump it.

Oh, we'll be cooking our own breakfast
when we're over there.

We're under canvas.

You two?

In a tent together?

Yeah, well, it'll save us a lot of
breath and we can stop off where we like

take in all the places that we passed
through during the war.

So, if you're camping, you'll be going
over in the car then, will you?

Oh, I think you're going on pushbikes.

What?

You're far too old for bikes.

I rode to Ashfordly recently. I was
shattered by halfway.

Yeah, well, our generation are made of
sterner stuff, Dawn.

Oh, come on.

How long since either of you two were on
a bike? Or slept in a tent, for that

matter? I mean, have you thought about
this?

Could be pretty rough at your age, you
know.

I was just about to phone you. I can't
get any answer out of David or Peggy.

I'd like a word with them, too. They
reported a taxi stolen, but it's here.

No, hang on. Some bloke drove this into
the bumps.

Did you know him? No, said he needed
petrol.

Well, where is he now, then?

Well, I asked him what he was up to and
he ran off.

Yeah, very dodgy looking. He had blood
scratches all over the place. I think

he'd been in a fight.

Just a minute, Joe.

Just to get this straight.

We're to be on the lookout for a man
who's taken David's taxi...

And some sausages.

Oh, so you've got the taxi.

But not the sausages, is that it?

No, the point is, the guy looked like
he'd been in a fight.

There was blood in his head. He broke
into the house and he hot -wired the

We need to find them urgently.

Morning, Alf.

Morning. Never seen a man with a bloody
head anywhere, have you?

There's no need to swear.

No, I didn't mean bloody like that.

I meant he's got... Joe?

I'll inform Sergeant Miller when he gets
in. He could be dangerous, Jeff.

I'll get out there again, but he's
probably well away by now.

Breaking through the concrete.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Listen, everybody.

I can hear them breathing.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. The nasty blow. How
did it happen?

I don't know.

Ray, I need your full name, please.

I don't know my name.

You must know your own name. I don't. I
can't remember.

Where do you live, then? I told you, I
don't know. I can't remember anything.

Perhaps there's something in your jacket
to jog your memory.

No wallet, no ID of any kind.

What about your trousers?

How did you come to be in Aidensfield
this morning? I don't know.

Is that where I am?

Where's Aidensfield?

I am in England. Where else would you
be?

I don't know.

I don't know.

The blow to his head could cause him to
be suffering from traumatic amnesia.

From what?

Do you recall taking a car this morning,
Mr Stockwell's taxi?

Yes.

Yes, I remember that.

I remember seeing a house.

I smelt cooking. I was starving.

Then I took the car. You admit the theft
of the vehicle, then? No, I was only

borrowing it. Well, you hot -wired the
ignition coil to start it.

Are you a mechanic of some kind, or a
professional car thief, perhaps?

No, I'm not a thief.

How do you know if you don't know who
you are?

I mean... I don't think I'm a thief.

Lee, hi.

Hello, Alf. What now?

Well, I'm just with the suspect for the
taxi theft I reported.

I see.

All right.

Tell him I'm on my way.

I've just had an urgent request to
attend Sergeant Miller to an incident.

I'm not sure what to do with him,
though.

I'll call an ambulance.

He needs to have an X -ray as soon as
possible.

I won't be long.

You stay here with Nurse Cassidy.

Dead female, mid -forties, I'd say.
Found by a couple of ramblers.

What's the problem from up there?

Accident? Possible suicide?

If she's local, I was hoping you might
know her. She doesn't appear to have any

ID on her.

No.

There's a worrying coincidence, Sarge.

I'm questioning a man at the police
house who's admitted to stealing a car.

He has a head injury and claims to have
lost his memory. He has no ID on him

either. I'm not a great believer in
coincidences.

Me neither.

If he's had anything to do with this,
I'd better get back there.

I had to leave him alone with Carol.

Carol, are you all right?

Did the ambulance get you?

He became agitated after you'd gone.

Said he needed some air and just left.
He hasn't come back. I had to send the

ambulance away.

I phoned Ashfordly Police, let Alfentos
know what happened. He admitted theft of

a vehicle, refused to give his name and
address, and you left him alone with

Nurse Cassidy? That was my fault. I felt
he needed an X -ray as soon as

possible. An unidentified man,
traumatized, covered in blood, and you

go?

Sorry, Sergeant.

We also have an unidentified female,
dead in mysterious circumstances.

This could be a potential murder
inquiry.

You better find your man.

Pretty damn sharpish.

Well, I booked you in for three nights,
Mr Moncrief.

Yes, thank you.

So you're a professional photographer.

Yeah.

Enthusiastic amateur.

I'm just up for a few days napping
wildlife.

Plenty of that round here up on the
moors.

Forgive me, you're Thai.

Did you serve in India?

Oh, yes.

I was transferred in 41 after Dunkirk.

Rest of the war I was in Burma.

But I reckon you're a bit young to
remember that.

Managed to scrape in.

Went over on D -Day, saw a bit of
action.

Well, if you landed on D -Day, you
certainly did.

Dawn, let's show Mr. Moncrief to his
room and make sure he has everything he

needs.

Nice change to see you being polite and
pleasant to our guests, Oscar. That man,

Gina, is a fellow war veteran.

Now, it's difficult for your generation
to understand what that means.

Do you want a word with you?

It must be him.

You stole the taxi.

I was only borrowing it. Taking without
consent is an offence. I'm not a thief.

I may be suffering from something called
traumatic amnesia. I don't remember

anything. Oh, aye.

Well, if you've lost your memory, how
come you can remember all those long

then? Eh?

Got you there, haven't I?

Better come with us to the station.

I don't know what you're bothering with
that old wreck for.

Oh, Aunt Peggy Racky's just got to sell
it or something.

Most people get more sensible with age.

She just gets dafter.

Well, neither of us are getting any
younger, so we thought we'd go back and

relive old memories while we've still
got the energy.

Nothing too strenuous of mine. We'll
still leave plenty of time for leisurely

meals and the odd glass of wine. Sounds
an excellent idea.

So we thought we'd start in Normandy and
visit all the beaches because my pal

like you was involved in D -Day.

We'll make an arc around the battlefield
and end up in Dunkirk.

That's a few nights under canvas if you
cover all that ground.

Hope your pals fit.

Well, judge for yourself. Here he is
now.

Ex -Corporal Alfentris of the 5th Paras.

Delighted to meet you, Captain James
Moncrief, 3rd Paras. We must have fought

alongside each other at Breville. Oh,
yes.

That was some scrap, sir. Indeed it was.
We were holed up on that bridgehead for

three days before we saw them off, as I
recall.

Small world, eh?

Well, do the honors, Oscar.

Give out the scotch.

The scotch.

Oh, what brings you up to these parts,
then, sir?

Come on, drop the formalities. I'm Jimmy
these days. Here to shake London out of

my lungs.

Ah. Two old comrades, eh?

Cheers. Cheers.

The first thing I remember is running
through a wood.

It was dark.

What were you running from?

I don't know.

I just remember feeling very frightened.

You can't remember anything before that?

You don't recall being with anyone?

A woman, perhaps?

A woman?

Blonde, in her mid -forties. The body of
a woman of that description was found

upon the moor. Like you, she had no ID.

You think I had something to do with her
death?

Did you? No.

If you can't remember anything, how can
you be sure of that?

As far as the woman is concerned at this
stage, we have no reason to suspect

foul play.

But for your own safety, I'm holding you
in custody.

There you are, Ralph.

What's this?

I told you we needed two pushbikes,
Peggy. I'm not being seen on that. Not

in France.

Me neither.

We want separate bikes. You're missing
the point.

You see, with two bikes, you both have
to cycle all the time. But with a

you can take it in turns.

One of you stares and the other one sits
on the back and enjoys the sight.

Forget it. I'm not getting on that.

Oh, it's fun.

Oh, I mean, I bet you tried it out.
Yeah, come on.

Get a go.

All right.

You get on the back, Oscar.

Hey, not likely.

I'm not trusting you with our safety.
You get on the back.

Now, don't start peddling until I do.

Right. I wish I had a camera. One, two,
three, go.

There you go.

Daisy, Daisy. For goodness sake, Alf,
keep your balance.

Don't look back, you're meant to be
steering. That's it.

You're getting the angle of it now.

Keep your balance.

You've got a flaming cheek.

Would you object to a psychiatric
examination to confirm the amnesia?

No. No, I wouldn't. You'll have to wait
here until it can be arranged.

It's been on the CRO card.

Mr. X's prints are clean.

Seems he has no criminal record.

So he remains a mystery.

His description's been circulated to
other forces and to the newspapers.

What about the dead woman?

Well, we need to identify her as a
matter of urgency.

I've got Younger talking to CID.

I want you to run a check on all missing
persons in the area.

Hopefully we should have the post
-mortem results by the morning.

I was extremely lucky today. I got some
wonderful shots of a pair of peregrine

falcons. The country round here is
absolutely stunning.

We were planning to bivouac round
Normandy.

We should really spend a couple of
nights under canvas up on those moors.

They'll never cycle round Normandy. They
struggle to get off my forecourt.

It's amazing. We won the war the way
then. Two old soldiers worked in tandem.

Always an explosive mixture, infantrymen
and paratroopers.

Seriously, though, I think you need to
do some proper preparation for this

sortie. Like I say, the terrain round
here is ideal.

Yorkshire moors are nothing like
northern France.

No, but it'll toughen you up. Get you in
practice pitching your tent, cooking on

your primate.

Yeah. It's an age since I picked a tent.

I'm not sure I fancy a night on the
moors.

I wouldn't put up an old paratrooper,
eh, Al? Of course not. I'm game.

And so should you be, Oscar.

Remember the eve of battle words of your
commander in Burma, Ord Wingate.

We have chosen to bear the burden and
the heat of the day. Our aim? A

of the world in which all men can live
at peace with equal opportunity of

service.

Shame our post -war world hasn't quite
lived up to that.

Well, anyway.

Excuse me. I'm just going to have a soak
in the tub.

This is supposed to be a holiday.

Enjoying good food and a glass of wine.
He's turning it into a survival course.

Well, he's only tried to help.

I don't like the way he's taken over.

Fancy speeches, giving orders.

Who does he think he is?

He's got a point. We do need some
practice.

Yeah, well, you can start practicing by
getting the next round in.

Thank you.

Just a minute, please.

Five foot thick, 40, blonde hair, had no
idea on her. Oh, excuse me.

Good morning, madam.

I understand it's possible you may have
my husband here.

I don't think so.

Unless he was brought in overnight.

What's his name?

Gordon Buckley.

I'm Sheena Buckley.

No. No one of that name, am I right? You
won't have his name, of course.

Why not?

Because perhaps, younger, he's lost his
memory.

Oh. Sorry.

How did you hear about the man we're
holding, madam?

I saw a piece in the evening paper.

We live near Nottingham, and the
description matched.

Possibly, but I hope you haven't had a
wasted journey.

I've brought some photographs with me.

Make Mr. Buckley a cup of tea, younger,
whilst we organise the interview room.

What's happened to you? Have you had an
accident?

Gordon?

Do you know who I am?

I'm Sheena, your wife.

Do you remember you have your own
business?

Your factory makes raincoats, Sherwood
coats.

Gordon?

You don't know me.

You only went away last week and you
don't know who I am.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

All right, we'll leave it there for now.

He doesn't know who I am.

My own husband.

Oh, nothing happened to him.

That's what we have to find out.

Well, rather you pair than me camping on
the moors in this weather.

It's not my idea, Gina, believe me.

I don't think you're going to get all
used up on the back of the tandem

We're not going on the blasted tandem,
Dawn. I'm having not more to do with it.

We don't think cycling's a very good
idea. We're going to hire a car when we

to France.

Oh, remember the French drive on the
wrong side of the road.

Do they?

Well, I... All of them?

For your friend Moncrief, he's not a
very good timekeeper, is he?

He promised to give us a lift.

You went out for a think?

You've left a door and shocked the
wildfowl or something.

Well, I'm not standing around here all
day. Come on, Alf.

Let's give this a miss.

Oh, here he is. I knew he wouldn't let
us down.

Sorry, I have a pad late.

We've made an appointment at the
hospital.

Nurse Cassidy and I are taking you there
to see the specialist.

Do you understand?

No, I just want this nightmare to be
over.

The psychiatrist will only be able to
make a preliminary assessment.

That poor woman in there.

Is she really my wife?

Why can't I remember?

Let's go, shall we?

He flew to a trade fair last week in
Leipzig. He was only supposed to be away

couple of nights.

Did he call you from there? Yes, when he
arrived. He usually does.

Are you sure he was in Leipzig?

Well, a call came through an operator,
which they usually do from East Germany.

He goes there often, does he?

Travels all over Europe with his
business.

But he usually let me know if his
schedule changes.

So I phoned BEA. He was on board the
flight out.

But they'd no record of him on any
return flight.

So you've no idea how he ended up in
Yorkshire with no money, passport or ID.

Mrs. Buckley, is there any reason you
can think of why your husband wanted to

take his own disappearance?

Absolutely not.

You hesitated before answering.

Forgive me for asking, but is your
marriage a sound one?

What are you implying?

That he's trying to run away from me?

I'm just trying to understand what's
going on here.

It's possible he may be having an
affair.

This may be completely unrelated, but on
the morning that we found your husband,

we also found the body of a woman.

She also had no ID.

Body?

It's a lot to ask, but if you would
agree to a viewing, it's possible that

may know her.

Someone who worked for your husband, for
instance.

I'd appreciate it if you would.

We have very little to go on in this
case.

What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.

Say it again, y 'all. What is it good
for?

Absolutely nothing.

Right, packs on.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Well, good luck. You're on your own from
here on in.

See you tomorrow.

I should never have let you talk me into
this. You're only doing it to impress

Captain Fantastic of the Third Paras.

He's not sticking around long, is he?

Look, let's find a phone box, call Gina,
and see if she'll come and pick us up.

Oh, don't be daft. The sooner we pitch
the tent, the better.

Nobody of the dead woman's description
reported missing in North Yorkshire.

Dr. Robb will write up his findings, but
in his opinion, it's probably a blow to

the head which caused his memory loss.
So he's genuine?

Seems so.

Buckley has definite symptoms for recent
traumatic experience.

The doctor thinks his memory will
return.

Someone or something could jog it.

Seeing his wife didn't.

I wonder what seeing our mystery woman
might provoke.

It is never easy.

Mrs. Buckley, would you like to go
first?

Mr.

Buckley?

I feel sick.

Let me out of here.

You feeling better?

Seeing the woman made you feel sick, but
you didn't recognize her, is that it?

I don't know. I can't be sure of
anything.

I found seeing her very unsettling.

I don't know why.

Let's get back to the station.

When you first mentioned this trip, I
pictured us in French cafes and sunlit

squares, tucking into state freaks and a
piece of local van rouge.

Hold on to the pole and we'll never get
enough. Not stuck out here in the

pouring rain, pitching tents like a
couple of geriatric boy scouts. No

you were... to be rescued from Dunkirk.
You're pathetic.

I don't care anymore about him with this
malarkey. Let's just jack it in now.

Where's your bulldog spirit, man?

Saw Oscar and Alp up all right, did you?
Absolutely.

Large scotch, please.

Will you be wanting dinner this evening?

No, thanks. I've made other
arrangements. David was more upset about

breakfast than that chap driving off
with his taxi.

Well, both my sausages he took. Both of
them. Still in Ashfordly Police Station.

He reckons he's lost his memory.

What a load of twaddle.

Do you fancy a go, sir?

We're taking bets on how long that pair
can stick it on the moors.

I reckon they'll be back in the world by
closing time.

No, Oscar won't want to lose faith.

No, he'll crawl in here after hours once
we've all gone. I'm plumping for 1am.

Oh, you old cynic, Bernie.

I think they'll stick it out.

Yeah, I suspect.

Corporal Ventress has inner steel.

He'll see it through.

I'm singing in the rain.

Just singing in the rain.

Oh, what a glorious feeling.

You'll never get that lip. It ain't no
cold like me.

Finger clouds so dark up above And the
sun's in my

heart And I'm... Post -mortem report on
the woman, Sarge.

No bruises from the fall, which
apparently indicates she was dead before

fell. She must have been dumped over the
edge.

Cause of death was probably a blow to
the upper spinal column.

A forensic pathologist will examine her
to confirm.

CID is starting immediate murder
inquiry.

The scene's being secured.

I've just found out the local police are
holding him.

I'll need a special branch backed up in
the morning.

All right. I'll bail you on the charge
of taking without consent.

But until we've identified the woman, I
would ask you to stay in the area, Mr.

Buckley. She'll leave.

Gordon comes home with me to familiar
surroundings. There's no chance his

will return.

I'm afraid that's not an option at this
stage, Mrs. Broccoli.

P .C. Mason will find you somewhere to
stay.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sergeant.

See if the agents realize... It's the
idea we'll want to talk to them soon.

In the meantime, keep close tabs on him.

Just wait here for a moment.

Thanks for providing a room at such
short notice, do you know?

Hey, that's that bloke that stole our
David's taxi.

He shouldn't be having bed and breakfast
here. He should be in prison.

That's enough, please, Mrs Armstrong.

He's on bail, so we'll be keeping a
close eye. I ask you.

Any road, we've got more important fish
to fry.

Come on, David.

I've got a bet to win.

Mrs Buckley?

Here we go.

Second door, top of the stairs.

Thanks very much.

In his condition, he might be a bit of a
worry, but any problems, you know where

I am.

OK, Joe.

Why are you making me drive this way?

Right, pull up, David.

I want to go in the dog and duck.

You were barred from here.

I'll put these on your room, then, eh?

Oh, child.

Well,

well, well.

How brave soldier boys, eh?

You look more like shirkers than
gherkers to me.

I reckon I've won my bet, David.

Can I help, sir?

No, I need to see your senior officer.

Sergeant Miller's busy at the moment,
I'm afraid.

I want to see your sergeant.

Now.

Yes.

Well, for instance, he's not the man he
used to be. He packed it in.

Insisted on staying in a pub for the
night.

It's a shame he let you down.

But you're not just dating the tenant on
your own now?

Oh, I couldn't let him out on his own at
night. He doesn't know the Moors like I

do. Of course not, Oscar.

You know the Moors around here well?

Yeah, well, I should do. I've lived here
most of my life.

As the lady probably told you, I've been
suffering from memory loss.

Oh, yes, I gather.

I'm sorry. But I had some strong images
come back to me this morning, a place

that seemed to be somewhere out on the
Moors.

All right.

If I described it, do you think you
might be able to show me where it is?

Well, the moors cover a very large area.
Yes, but I'm holding on to a very clear

mental picture of somewhere.

If you could spare a little time.

All right. Why not?

Let's give it a go.

Like a good mystery to solve.

The RAF Finandale's nearby.

They've sent it to Mario.

I appreciate that, sir.

But why are the Foreign Office
interested in this man?

That's confidential.

I'd like to speak to him in the cells
alone, if I may.

I'm afraid that's not possible. He's
been released on bail.

Since when? Since last night.

He's staying at the Aidensfield Arms.

That's where I'm staying.

I had no idea.

Can you give me some indication as to
what this is all about?

I'm with SIS, Sergeant.

One of our female operatives has
disappeared in this area.

We do currently have the body of an
unidentified female, sir.

Would you like to see it?

Damn right I would.

Yeah.

Is this possible?

It's down there.

That's Brighend House.

Looks empty.

Do you recognise it?

No.

Would you like a closer look? I said no.

Let's... Let's just go.

Please.

Andrew Trowbridge.

Case officer.

Eastern Europe desk.

She was running a network in East
Germany investigating a new radar

system.

We suspect a field agent may have been
turned by the Stasi, and her operation

was compromised.

And this might involve the man we're
holding? Yes.

It's essential this operation is now
handled in the strictest confidential

terms. I mean that.

National security is involved.

What exactly did Buckley tell you? What,
you had him in custody?

Nothing at all. He insisted that he'd
lost his memory.

Forget we had this conversation,
Sergeant.

I want you to leave Buckley entirely to
us now.

I'm not sure I can do that, sir. It's a
policeman.

Don't worry.

Police authorities are already in the
picture.

Detective Inspector Jackson, Special
Branch.

I'm working with Mr. Moncrief on this
operation.

No offence, Sergeant. This operation has
to be on a need -to -know basis.

I have an officer in Aidensfield keeping
an eye on Buckley just now. We'll call

him off immediately.

What about our CID, sir? They are
investigating the woman's murder.

I haven't heard from them either.

I'll square everything with your HQ.

We need to leave Buckley as a matter of
urgency.

I've got the car. Let me have it.

What, here? Yes.

Why?

Thanks for the lift.

Thank you.

Hi, Jo.

Morning, Gina.

How's Mr Buckley today?

Well, he went off with Oscar in the car.

Where to?

There they are now.

Ask them yourself.

Where's Buckley? Isn't he with you?

Well, he said he had some memories come
back about a house on the moors. Thought

it would help if we drove out there. Did
he recognise anything?

He said not, but I think he was lying.

Where is he now?

He insisted on being dropped off in the
middle of nowhere.

Where exactly had you been with the
Moscow?

Well, we drove out as far as Brig
Endhouse on Scarsdale Moor. He behaved

oddly once we got there. Seemed, I don't
know, very disturbed.

I think you should take a look at that
place. Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

Receiving, over. Sergeant Miller here.

This is important.

I want you to keep right away from
Gordon Buckley. Understood?

Big case, eh?

Uniform worn off, as usual.

Something like that, I suppose.

I'm afraid that Oscar simply wasn't up
to it. He packed it in.

Well, living with Mrs Ventress, I'm used
to a harsher regime.

Now, that's funny, cos Oscar said it was
you who insisted you went to the dog

and duck.

He said what?

Hey, talk of the devil!

You've got a flaming cheek, making out
it was me that threw in the towel. He

inveigled me into the pub in the first
place and insisted on us staying.

Half rings you're not up to it any more.

I didn't notice him going back once he
got a pint in his hand.

And who begged me to get out of the rain
and insisted on us having another pint?

Who put up a tent that late?

That's what I love about you old
comrades.

You might be past your prime, but you'd
always stick together.

All right, all right, you've had your
fun. Well, I've got more important

on my mind now.

Oh, I'd like a word.

Oh, look at the pair of them.

Touche, first have a drink in here with
us lot.

I'm not sure we should get involved in
this, Oscar. I'm just fed up with people

sneering at us, thinking that we're too
old.

We can still show them a thing or two.

I mean, that bloke lied to me.

And if Joe Mason is not allowed to
follow through what I told him, then you

I can do it for him.

As far as I know, it's owned by a big
company down south.

It's regularly maintained, but they only
use it occasionally.

Most of the time, it's just empty.

Look.

That looks fairly real.

What are you doing here?

Lied, didn't you?

About not recognising this place. I only
heard one car.

You're alone, aren't you?

Oh. Hello again.

I'm afraid he's not here anymore.

Your husband.

I know that. I need to see your
sergeant.

What's all this about?

What's that?

What have you got there?

I need to use your car.

Am I their bloodstains out in the hole?

No more questions.

Move. Come on.

He said his memory started coming back
during the middle of the night.

But he was very reluctant to tell me
what had happened.

Then, eventually, he claimed he'd been
recruited to work for the British

intelligence.

Why? Because he often travelled to Iron
Curtain countries as part of his work.

And on the last trip, he was to pick up
a microfilm of a new Soviet missile

system or something. I don't know.

Anyway... Things went wrong in Germany.
He managed to get out by some emergency

route. He was to meet a female agent
here in Yorkshire in something called a

safe house.

He hid the film, waited for her. Did he
see where the house was?

No. He thinks she was followed.

Two men broke in, killed her and hit him
about the head.

Somehow he managed to escape.

He told me not to say a word to anyone.
I was to go home.

But I'm worried, Sergeant.

I'm terrified.

I needed to talk to someone.

Mrs. Buckley, I have to tell you that I
have been briefed by the secret

intelligence service.

Your husband may not have told you the
whole truth.

So? They think that he's been turned by
the Stasi, the East German intelligence

service, and that he's working as a
double agent.

It was him who killed the female agent.

No heroines.

Just get in the car.

Right. Hold it, Buckley.

Don't try for the gun.

Mr. Blaketon, Ventress, move aside.

What's going on? I'm with the Foreign
Office. This is D .I. Jackson's special

branch. Buckley is a traitor. Walk away
from him.

No, Moncrief's the traitor.

He'll shoot me in cold blood.

Don't worry, Alf. He won't be harmed.

He'll be taken to London for
questioning.

Please don't leave me with him. He
killed a female agent and faked losing

memory.

He has a microphone which is vital to
our interests, even to us.

What are you doing here? I told your
sergeant to keep his men away.

Really? I didn't get that order.

What's going on exactly, please?

Detective Inspector Jackson, Special
Branch.

We're arresting Buckley.

He's armed. Stay out of this. That
warrant card will be a fake.

Seems all right to me.

He's not a police officer. He killed
Andrea Trowbridge. I saw him do it.

I'm ordering you to leave, Constable.

They'll kill me!

Actually, would you mind if I just call
in, sir?

Confirm that Special Branch have got an
agent of your name up here.

Delta Alpha 240 Control.

Delta Alpha 240 Control.

Oscar's in a bad way. Keep him covered.

Don't move, Oscar.

Be all right.

Our friend, Lyle.

Looks like we've taken on one case.

Too many.

Major incident out of Brigham House,
Sergeant.

PC Mason's asking for urgent assistance.

Why? Why did you betray your country?

This country's betrayed itself.

For all our wartime sacrifice, Britain
has lost its way.

In the war, we believed in something.
Stood together.

Now, it's the 51st state of the USA.

Well, the Soviet Union's better.

At least they believe in something.

Capitalism's doomed, Ventress. Just wait
and see.

Sergeant, I'd like you to keep hold of
this until the right people get here.

Thanks again, Constable, for sticking by
me back there.

I'm sorry that I disobeyed your orders,
Sergeant.

So once, lad, I'm glad you did.

By all accounts, the way he went for the
man with the gun, he was fearless.

He was at the front of the queue when he
handed out guts with Oscar.

He never ran away from a fight in his
life.

Yeah, I've had my differences with Oscar
Blaketon over the years.

But a braver, more honest man you
couldn't hope to meet.

No change, I'm afraid.

Still with us, though.

It's critical.

It's going to be touch and go.

He's a stubborn old beggar.

He won't go until he's ready, you see.

Oscar Blaketon saved my life and the
lives of others today.

He's the man who really knew what it was
to serve a community.

Oscar Blaketon.

May God be with him.

Oscar. Oscar Blaketon.

Oscar Blaketon.

Oscar Blaketon.

Yes, it does.