All language subtitles for heartbeat_18e04_living_off_the_land

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

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

You just hang on, old chap. I'll get
some help.

Just appeared out of nowhere.

No wallet, no identification.

Did he see what's happened?

Not a word.

Can you tell me you need me?

No, David.

It doesn't mean it.

See?

Nothing, really.

It's all gone.

It doesn't look too good.

Can I help?

No, I'm fine.

That's a very smart bear.

Has it got a name?

We don't need no help from no one, OK?

I'm the district nurse. My surgery's
just here. I could clean those cuts up

you. And I've got lemonade.

The lemonade might have swung it, eh?

Come on.

Michael Todd.

Is that your name?

Mickey. I'm Sergeant Miller.

I've done nothing wrong.

Nobody's suggesting you have.

So why are you hassling me, man?

You've clearly been the victim of a very
serious assault.

We'd like to know, did it? Yeah, I'll
bet.

Well, come on, Mickey.

Why not tell us what happened?

Bang on the head.

Can't remember.

Oh, not the rotten radiator again.

Oh, I don't know.

Just went in the post office, put a tan
bob in me account, and I got all

flippant, they wouldn't start.

You're probably bloody the garbaretta.

Oh, thanks, Mr Owen.

I've got to pick Mrs Perkins up off the
five o 'clock train. What am I going to

do?

Well... How's that feel?

So?

Why are you doing this?

Helping us.

Why, it's my job.

Most people think we're just a scum.

I'm not most people.

When's the baby due?

How do you know?

Exercise and breathing for mum's to be.

That's what I also do every Thursday.

You try.

It's not as easy as it looks.

Have you had an antenatal check?

Yeah. Yeah, we were camping up near York
and I went to hospital there.

They said everything's fine.

Are you going to be here long? You could
come to one of my classes. I'm not

sure.

We've got a nice place in Wood.

We should be getting back.

Whoa, she's back in.

I'm just over here.

Oh, bear true with taxi.

I didn't want to let you down.

I'm not getting into her house.

Oh, it'll be fine. I'll give you a hand.

Are you looking for a taxi, love?

Because, well, that don't look like a
very nice way to travel.

Oh, goodness.

No, you can't. What use of her if
there's a taxi? No, lad, you can't. You

punters don't take to it, in my
experience.

I

can

take you right to the camp. This thing
goes anywhere.

It has to. No.

We'll be OK.

I couldn't help noticing the breezes.

Are you sure you want to go back?

For now, I've got to.

You are thinking of leaving, then?

You can trust me, you know.

Maybe I could help. Oh, that lemonade?

You never told the nice lady your name.

He's just shy.

He's Niall, and I'm Kim.

This is Jingley.

Hello, Jingley.

Well, you look after him and your mum.

You know where to find me.

Sounds like you've got our man.

Mickey Todd.

Could well be.

He's got a record.

Three convictions for possession and
sale of cannabis.

His attitude's pretty hostile, too.

The dealer we picked up in Whitby was
selling high -grade black Moroccan

Strong stuff.

We'd certainly like to know where it's
come from.

It's possible he could be involved.

I'm Detective Sergeant Dawson, Mr Todd.
I've told him and I'll tell you. I've

got nothing to say.

And what interests me is why, Mr Todd.

You've got a record for supplying
cannabis.

Here we go. And you've certainly upset
someone.

What happened?

It was a private matter. You told me,
you couldn't remember.

Are we talking private, as in you sold
black Moroccan to some local dealers and

upset their usual suppliers?

I've no idea what you're talking about.

Haven't you?

Well, it looks like you'll have some
time in here to reflect.

We'll be back, Mr Todd.

Can't wait.

Now can I get some tip?

I doubt he's got his own. He'll have
some mates somewhere.

Let's find them.

Anyway, I was trying to get her into the
hearse, and then this woman, bright old

bat -like, she draws up, bald as brass,
offers her a taxi.

You can't expect your customers to ride
in a hearse, David.

I didn't want to let her down.

This woman with a taxi, what does she
look like?

The cuts to her face were recent, but
she had quite a lot of old bruising as

well. And when I dropped them back, she
was clearly frightened.

So you actually went to this traveller's
camp?

No, she wouldn't let me.

But you have an idea of where it is? You
could just go out there, Jo.

I know domestic abuse is a minefield,
but she's pregnant.

And if you saw that people were
concerned about her, you might just

OK, if you point me in the right
direction.

Thanks. I dropped them by the logging
road at the top end of the Ashfordly

estate, so it must be near there.

Here you go.

Oh, what was it?

Rotor arm's been removed.

What, deliberately?

Well, it's not the sort of thing that
just drops off.

Mar Barker.

It's got to be. I didn't know she'd gone
into the taxi business, though.

Mar Barker? Yeah.

Me and her have had some run -ins over
the years.

Mind you, I thought she'd retired to
Bridlington after her eldest went down

GBH.

Morning. Nice bike.

Yesterday we found a man who was badly
beaten up.

We think he may have been one of your
group.

Mickey Todd.

Is he okay?

He's in the local hospital.

Do any of you know what happened to him?

Yeah.

He argued with a man.

Never a good idea.

Which man was that?

Gamekeeper.

Came in here, says we're trespassing,
waves his gun about.

Then what happened?

He rings, he wants 20 quid to go away.

Mick says no.

Gamekeeper gives him a right pasty. You
saw this?

Tried to stop it, but hard to argue with
a gun.

Mickie ran off into the woods, never saw
him again.

Are you sure about all this?

Look, we're travellers.

All we want is to be free and live off
the land.

But there's always someone who wants to
rip us off.

Are you really going to ride that fine
bike up to the big house and nick Lord

Mug's gamekeeper?

I don't think so.

If you're telling me the truth, I will.

How long has Mr. Kelly been with you, my
lord?

Six months or so.

Good gameskeepers are hard to come by.

Kelly!

I didn't see you come in.

Apparently not.

Constable Mason would like to ask you
some questions about a band of

hippies. It seems they're camping in the
woods at the top end of the estate.

I think he's mistaken.

Or a werewolf.

So a dad had rooted him out?

God! You smell like a distillery.

Yesterday was my birthday.

As a rule, I never took stuff.

A serious accusation has been made, Mr
Kelly.

Are you sure you've never visited these
travellers? What sort of accusation?

They say the gamekeeper tried to extort
£20 out of them to keep quiet about them

camping there.

Is this true, Kelly?

They're all liars and thieves, my lord.
More seriously, after refusing to pay

up, they say a member of their group was
badly beaten.

He's an Ashfordly journalist. I'm sure
I've made it clear that I don't condone

the use of violence by my employees in
any shape or form.

I think you'd better accompany me to the
station, Mr Kelly, so we can sort this

out. It's a pack of lies.

I've not to hide.

So let's start again, shall we?

Were you at the camp in the woods late
yesterday morning?

I'm gone, was I?

Every time you do it, you set yourself
never again.

Do you find that?

Let's stick to the point, shall we?

Well, that is the point, Sergeant.

It was my birthday yesterday.

And to tell you the truth...

Went up a bit of a bender. Spent most of
the day at Aidensfield Arms.

Ask Oscar Blayton.

He'll tell you.

Come on, get the bonnet open.

What do you think it is?

I'd say kippers.

Kippers? It's an old trick.

Someone's put a kipper on your exhaust
manifold.

And he's been fiddling away nicely.

What's the deal back?

For somebody who wants to put you out of
business. No, sir.

Probably the same somebody as Nick, you
wrote her off.

Mark Barker.

Hey, I thought you must be right.

Looks that way.

I've just talked to Oscar Blaketon.

He confirms you were at the pub from
opening time till he closed at three and

put you falling down drunk into a taxi.

So you're in the clear.

Thanks for the brew. Sure, Mr Kelly.
Out, Mason.

That's it.

Words of a wise constable.

These hippies.

Just a bunch of vagabonds.

In future, I'll take what they say with
a pinch of salt.

He knew they were there, all right.

He may have an alibi for the beating,
but he's still lying.

I'm inclined to agree with you.

But what interests me is why the hippies
are lying.

To put us off the scent?

Take us back to the rugs.

Ah, Wetherby.

Sarge. Care to tell me where you've been
for the last couple of days?

Nowhere, Sarge.

Nowhere?

Well, I've been out and about, following
up traffic offences.

Traffic offences?

What traffic offences?

A warrant to search the camp.

Shall we?

Try then.

I want a report of your movements the
last couple of days on my desk. First

thing in the morning.

Understood?

Was it... Was that you lot with those
kippers?

Beg your pardon?

I know what you're up to.

You're trying to put me out of business.
I know you've gone and parked in my

parking space.

Your space?

It's got your name written on it, is it?

I always park here.

Says who?

Says... me.

It's a public spot.

Tell you what.

When we're not here, you can have your
spot back. How's that sound?

Yeah, that's fair enough. That's the
deal, then.

I'll just...

Jim?

Come on,

lads, this way.

I'm Detective Sergeant Dawson, and I
have a warrant to search these vehicles

this camp.

Hold yourself, love, but don't, you
know, too much.

Frightens the kids.

Let's get on with it.

Now I want to know why you lied to PC
Mason, Mr Talbot.

Kimmy, I'm calling you.

Kim!

Were you threatening her?

Mind your own business.

Come, come play with your mate.

Look, what else can I tell you?

I thought it was a gamekeeper.

Must have been some other bloke. Giving
false evidence is a serious offence. Can

you describe him?

Just some bloke with a gun.

We will get to the bottom of this. I
hope you do.

Justice for Mickey.

We want that.

Nothing, Sarge.

We've got no drugs here, Sergeant.

If you'd asked me, I could have told
you.

Save you some hassle.

Glad to see you're on the case, Miller.

These people are trespassing. I want
them moved on.

No, we came to some sort of arrangement.

He should have your spot.

No. David, this is my barker.

She'll not stop till she's put you out
of business.

What else am I meant to do?

You've got to fight back, David.

No, he can't manage the barkers on his
own. I'll go and see her for you.

Oh, come on, Peggy. He doesn't want his
auntie fighting his battles for him.

Besides, he's a fully grown man. You've
got to stand up for yourself, David.

You know Dawn's right.

I'm going to sort this out on my own.

Perhaps what Josh Taylor said was true,
that he was extorting money from them.

No, accusing the gamekeeper was just a
convenient lie.

Finding out who beat up Mickey and why,
that's the key to this.

Potato. You have to play them at the
wrong game, David.

Where to, love? The clinch, please.

Riding along in my automobile My baby
beside me after I

stole a kiss at the turn of a mile

My curiosity running wild.

Cruising and playing the radio with no
particular place to go.

Joe. I've been talking to some of the
nurses at the hospital.

Why didn't you tell me about Kim's
boyfriend?

Kim's boyfriend?

Mickey Todd.

You and Diaz -Dawson have been
questioning him.

It's an ongoing inquiry.

Don't fob me off, Joe. You used me.

That's why you were so interested in
where the hippie's camp is. You've got

concern for Kim whatsoever.

A lot of high -grade cannabis raisin has
turned up in the district.

We think the hippies might somehow be
involved.

Him being beaten up by a boyfriend.

That's a crime too, surely.

If she's prepared to give evidence.

Does that mean she won't?

Come on, Carol, don't be naive.

These people see themselves as
outsiders, rebels.

We're the enemy.

She's not about to shop her boyfriend to
the police no matter how much he thumps

her. That's that. Pregnant woman, you're
not even prepared to look into it. You

can't rescue every waif and stray that
crosses your path.

Is that what you think I do?

Sometimes you get too close.

Well, maybe you don't get close enough.

You just think like a policeman.

Maybe that's because I am.

Here you go.

Oh, Don.

You look like you've lost a shiller and
found sixpence.

Long day, that's all.

Fancy a refill?

Oi!

Can I get some service over here? Oi,
all right. Told you all, sis.

When are you going to go out with me,
then? Frank, you're drunk.

Right, give your mummy a kiss goodnight.

Oh, goodnight, my sweetheart.

I reckon you can do with a bit of fun.

I don't know, I just want a girl like
you.

She's not interested. You got it? What's
it to you?

Hey, stop!

Hey! Hey, stop it! Just leave it! All
right, that's it.

Not a thing of fighting in my pub. Wait
a minute, you're a copper, not a thug.

Oh, yeah, what's got your go?

Sorry.

Look here. Don!

Don?

Don, what was all that about?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

Bye. Bye.

You asked me if Frank Kelly alive, my
lord.

Yesterday afternoon. But I did hear a
taxi pull up shortly after 11 last

I presume that was here.

He was in the aid and through the arms
till closing.

Could you assemble all your staff so we
can talk to them? Yes, of course.

I want a fingertip search of the whole
area.

Kelly had dealings with the hippies.
That's your theory, isn't it, Mason?

He may have an alibi for Mickey Todd's
beating, but there's still a connection.

Todd's absconded from hospital.

I think that puts them top of our list.

I'll put out a general call. It might be
worth a visit to the camp.

They could still be there.

Right. You come with me, Mason.

I want a word with you.

Mason.

We haven't missed them by much.

No, your theory was right.

Kelly was extorting money out of them
and...

Mickey decided to put an end to it? He
cut a man's throat for 20 quid.

What happened?

Hang on, Sarge.

This log's been moved.

Something's been hidden here.

Drugs.

He went mad.

He ate Niall.

He's never touched the boy before.

Ow!

I think it might be broken.

He's gone too far this time.

I'm taking you to the hospital. No, no.

Can you do something?

I'll come with you. It'll be all right,
I promise.

Come on.

It's just my little bag.

You should have seen his face.

I hope you're not getting him into
trouble.

No, no, no.

She's a good lass.

I'm leaving you in capable hands, David.

Bye.

Well, well, well.

Peggy Armstrong.

I might have known you were behind this.

What's up, dolly?

Have you been having engine problems on
them clapped -out old taxis of yours?

Maybe I should shove this up your
exhaust pipe. Hey, come on, ladies, I

want any trouble. Oh, it must be a long
time since anybody's accused you of

being a lady.

I'm warning you, Peggy.

I'm running a legitimate business.

That's a first.

You may be running a legitimate
business, but the fact is you're still

in on David's territory.

Free market competition.

There isn't the business for two taxi
firms in Aidensfield.

Then one of us will go to war.

All right, is that what you think?

Then why don't we have a contest to
decide who's best then, eh?

Depends what you've got in mind.

What about the egg run, eh, Gina?

You take it in turns to drive to
Mitchell's farm. You get two trays of

drive them back.

If a single egg is broken, you lose.

But if all eggs come back intact, it's
the fastest time that wins.

And I don't want any funny business.

Right, you're going first, David. Are
you ready?

OK, everyone, stand back, please.

Mr Kelly lived here for six months?

Thereabouts.

I was beginning to have my doubts about
the fellow, but I never imagined anyone

would murder him.

Sarge. What did you know about his
background, my lord?

Well, his references were sound, but I
can tell you one thing. I did not know

was a drunkard.

He kept that well hidden.

I think there's something under these
floorboards, Sarge.

A rip -em -up?

No, be my guest.

Earth, is it?

Cannabis resin, my lord.

Probably a variety known as black
Moroccan.

You wait here.

I'll be back in a minute. I just need to
make a quick call to a friend of mine,

OK?

Not what you think, Sarge. It's not what
I think that matters.

Oscar Blaketon told me what happened
between you and Kelly in the pub last

night. I didn't kill him.

If CID find themselves short of leads,
you might have some very serious

explaining to do.

He was stupid, I know.

What have you got against Frank Kelly,
anyway?

What's up with you, lad?

Where's that report I asked you for?

Your mind's clearly not been on the job.
Sorry, sir.

If you've got some kind of problem, I
best know about it.

There's no problem.

Right, then.

Let's see you pull your socks up.

You're blocking the boy's risk now.
You're going to have to arrest him.

I didn't expect you to come in fourth.

Things have moved on, Carol. Where are
they?

With the doctor. Look, what's going on?

A man was found murdered this morning.

His throat was flashed.

Mickey Todd and his friends are our
prime suspects.

We need Kim to help us find Mickey.

Yeah, of course. Is that them? Look,
just let me talk to him first. Mason.

It's all right.

We're not here to arrest you. We just
want to talk.

I thought you liked us.

I didn't think you'd chop us to the
place.

I'm satisfied.

I've come to apologise.

Yeah, well, bad business all round.

They found a load of drugs at Kelly's
place.

Drugs? That's probably why he was
killed.

Well, I never much liked the man, but
that does surprise me.

Well, I've said my piece.

Fair enough.

Is that all you're going to say?

Yeah.

Dawn!

What is wrong with you?

You're like a bear with a sore head.

Nothing. Don't give me that.

What, you do better to talk about it, or
you'll end up in another fight.

It's Andy.

He's having an affair.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I've been following her.

Following my own wife.

Oh, Dylan, I'm sorry.

I thought the move to Asperley would
help.

I thought we were all right.

You know?

Have you spoke to her?

And say what?

I love her, Gina.

I'm sure she still loves you.

You just need to talk.

No.

It's over.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Oh, call me a little fella.

Kim,

we need to know where Mickey is.

Where the others have gone.

Can you tell us that?

Come on, Kim.

Mickey beat you.

He broke your son's wrist.

Why are you still covering for him?

Oh, this is no good.

There's the police car.

It was dingly like this.

She won't talk to us at all.

Are you surprised?

Look, I accept my approach to the
hospital might have been a bit direct,

this young woman could have vital
information about a killer, and we need

find him.

Will you help us?

I doubt she trusts me any more than you
now.

But I'll do what I can.

Oh.

You all right, Al?

Let's go and find a biscuit, shall we?

Thank you, David.

Let me have a look at them.

They don't much look like real... Is
Harold ready then, or...? Harold.

Thank you.

20 minutes.

He'll be back in ten.

The route was OK then, David?

Oh, yeah. I've done that a hundred
times.

And you didn't take the shortcut?

What shortcut?

The left hand fork down the cart track.

Are we ready or what?

Yeah, as soon as Harold's behind the
wheel.

Left hand fork down the cart track.

You ready?

Set.

Go.

What happened at the hospital was
unfortunate.

But remember what you said.

This time it's hurt Niall, and you're
not going to stand for that.

That was between us.

I only told you because I trusted you.

Kim, you have to tell us where Mickey
is.

I know it's hard.

But you've got a child to think of and
another on the way. I told you before,

wasn't Mickey.

You don't have to be scared of him
anymore. What's been going on, Kim?

What, there was a row about drug?

Mickey went after Kelly.

Killed Kelly. It wasn't Mickey, OK?

He wouldn't kill anyone. He wouldn't
hurt a fly.

But he hurt you and Niall. I never said
that.

Who broke your son's wrist?

It was his father.

It was Josh.

I thought you were with Mickey.

I love Mickey.

I'm having his baby.

Let's get this clear.

Josh Towler is your boyfriend?

He's my husband.

I married him when I was 17.

When I had nine.

But you'd been having an affair with
Mickey.

You don't know what Josh is like.

He's a complete nutter.

When he found out about me and Mickey,
he went after him with a tyre iron.

Beat him up.

Told him never to come back.

And then he gave me a hide in.

Told me I'd never see Mickey again.

Mickey and I planned to run away
together.

Where's Josh now?

I don't know.

I swear.

I'd tell you if I did.

Go on.

We've had a finding of Josh Teller and
his group. They're in a lay -by near the

crossroads at Wade's Beck.

Right.

He's to be approached for caution.

We'll need backup.

Your name!

There you go.

See? I told you Jingley would take care
of it for us.

We're going to shoot off.

What about your tea?

No, we'd better get back on road.

Thanks.

For everything.

So what happened, Josh?

You supplied Kelly with cannabis, but
you wouldn't pay up, so you killed him.

You know, I could really do with a
smoke.

Don't fancy rolling me one, do you,
love?

Put him in a cell.

There was no way.

Till you changed my mind.

Love is sent through me and good to you.

Then you were somewhere.

That's for the police station.

Somewhere hard to find.

Only what you always were, it's true.

I'm looking for an open door.

Where I can sit... Put her in the
interview room.

She can wait in here with the boy.

Yeah, sit down here, love.

I'll go and get you a cup of tea.

You've got a choice, Mickey.

You can tell us the truth, or you can go
to prison for life for the gamekeeper's

murder. Him and Josh fell out, that's
all I know. Fell out over some drugs.

Tell us how it all works.

It's your only way.

Yeah, I know.

All right, I'll tell you.

But leave Kim out of this, though.

She's done nothing.

There you are, love.

Let the stars in the sky rain down.

Would it hurt me if I touched the sun?

Yes. It's so big, it's so loud.

Would I be truthful? Yeah.

And choosing you as the one for me.

Confused.

You want fair and square?

Well, does that mean you're going to
leave Aidensfield to me, then?

I've got a better idea.

You could join us.

I'm in need of a good driver.

There'll be a nice new fleet cab,
regular wages and additional fringe

Like two weeks' holiday a year in
Markham.

Put him back in the cells.

And keep the handcuffs on him.

You all right, Al?

What about you, Sarge?

I'm a survivor.

He's a dangerous man, but I'm not sure
he'll ever confess to Kelly's murder.

After he'd done it, he came back and he
chucked the knife in his toolbox.

Had blood on it.

It's probably still there.

Gina?

I'd like to buy you a drink.

The fool?

Well, you're a police widow, and I'm
supposed to be looking after your

You've ended up looking after me.

Don, you're a mate.

You know where I am if you ever need to
talk.

Get my man a pintina.

And I'm buying.

What are you drinking?

I'm fine, thanks.

We're all grateful for what you've done,
Carol.

Really?

What happened to Kim?

Well, she's got no previous convictions,
so probation.

Better than having your baby in prison.

Mickey will go down.

For drug dealing? Yeah, she thinks so.

I must congratulate Don properly.

She thinks I'm a fool for protecting
Kim, doesn't she?

Oh, you think that we are hard -hearted
police officers.

You bullied Kim and you used me.

I'm sorry that you see it that way.

Oh, my dear.

David Stockwell.

What's this, I hear?

You won the race, but you're going to
work for Mar Barker.

Well, if you can't even be bothered to
turn up, Greg... Can't be bothered,

David? I had a very important business
appointment.

The bookies annual bash at York Races,
won it, Peg? Yes, it was. And I always

in memory of my dear Herbert. And David
knows that, don't you?

Look, she's offered me a holiday in
Morecambe.

Morecambe?

Well, it always rains in August, but
it's up to you.

What have you got to offer me instead,
then?

Steak and ale pie.

Well?

Custard tart for afters.

Oh, who wants to be bossed around by her
anyway?

Are you ready for home, then?

I'm starving.

I bet you're a lovely girl.

Somewhere out there is a grown woman. My
child.

Child, I never knew I had.

My money's gone.

And one of you lot must have swiped it.

Under the circumstances, I have no
option at present but to suspend you

duty with immediate effect.