All language subtitles for heartbeat_18e08_looking_for_isabella

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

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

It's a good dog.

How's baby?

Oh, he's fine, thanks.

He woke up twice in the night.

Hey, you two!

I wonder what they've been up to.

Kids. Yeah, talking to which one of your
next seniors?

I don't know. With any luck, if Danny
doesn't change plans...

Peter.

What have you done with him now?

He's... He's just behind us.

Behind you where?

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Tell me exactly where you were.

On the back lane to Elfinby, wasn't it?

Yeah. How far did you go?

As far as the old house?

No. They wouldn't have gone that far.
They're only allowed to the crossroads.

Okay, I'll take a look.

No luck?

No. Well, there's nothing to him, Mr
Mason.

He's probably just stopped at a
friend's. Come on.

gone for an hour now.

And when you think of the things that do
happen, I mean, do you remember that

little girl that vanished?

And all they found was a skipping rope
line.

Have you got him?

No.

Go on.

Tell him what you saw.

Well, I don't suppose it's anything but
me and Don were up at the crossroads

around the time Peter disappeared.

And we saw the two older kids running
back towards the village.

And then this van sped past.

A blue Ford van.

Okay. I think it's time to bring
Sergeant Miller in.

I'm going to go and look for him.

David! How could you stand here while
this lad's still missing?

You know what? He's right, Peg. We
should all lend a hand. Yeah, why don't

all have a look? I mean, it's got to be
somewhere.

Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

Peter! You passed Constable Weatherby
here on your way home.

He says you were running.

Quite far, too.

Had something frightened you?

Come on, Michael.

The policeman asked you a question.

No, sir.

Nothing?

Nobody stopped and spoke to you from a
car, say, or a van?

No.

Lizzie? No.

And that's the absolute truth?

We'd better start a thorough search of
the village, starting at the point they

last saw him.

They're obviously hiding something.

I'll get them on their own.

I'll try and find out what it is.

Do that.

I'll radio in the details of this van.

I don't like to say anything in front of
them.

But I don't like the sound of this.

Quiet. Will do, Sarge. Over.

A blue van, registration number possibly
ending 310, possibly a Ford.

They don't think he's been kidnapped, do
they?

Right then, you two.

And we want to find Peter as quickly as
we can, don't we?

Which means we have to tell the absolute
truth.

Now, Lizzie, I'll ask you first.

Did a van driver stop you and try to
talk to you?

No. But something had frightened you,
though.

What was it?

Lizzie?

Mum and Dad will be cross.

No, they won't.

I promise.

We went into that old garden.

Well done.

I've checked all round the garage, even
in the old oil tank. And I've been all

the way up to Monkby.

OK, thanks.

Did you happen to see this van?

All the vans go up and down here all
day, Jones.

They were playing at the old hall.

What? The kids.

Apparently it was strictly out of
bounds.

They didn't dare admit it in front of
Dad.

I'm on my way there now. I think a chap
called Druce lives there. I'll come with

you.

Did I ever mention Mr.

Druce? Yeah.

Well, he won't be there. He doesn't live
there anymore. Don't you remember?

His wife was Spanish and she went back
to Spain.

No, she didn't. Of course she did. Have
you ever wondered why we never see her

around?

After a bit, he went and all.

No, he didn't. I saw him just the other
week in Ashfordly shopping.

You didn't?

Hey, Bernie, you should see the state of
his house.

I wouldn't dream of crying.

Well, I have, and I've looked through
the windows.

Yes, and that's called trespassing.

Oh.

Peter?

Peter?

It's all right, I'm coming.

Where are you?

Keep calling out.

Just hold on, lad.

Hold on tight.

Now stretch out your hand so I can
reach.

That's it. A little bit further.

Come on. Come on. A little bit further,
lad.

That's it. You're nearly there.

You're nearly there.

Good. Good.

Good. Now hold on tight and I'm going to
pull you out.

Hang in there, lad.

Hang on.

I couldn't hold him, Joe.

I tried.

I couldn't...

He's falling down a well, Peggy. We
can't get him out. We've got to bring in

engineer. Any

news

on the occupants of the house?

Only Mr McKenzie is all the info we can
give him.

The age is death to the well. There's a
layer of dust an inch thick.

I shouldn't think anybody's been in
there for years.

Well, we can't go in that way.

The metal ladder's blocked the entrance.

And if we try to remove it, the sides
could cave in completely.

Now, the only way to get him out, and
this is a long shot, is to sink a

shaft and go in sideways.

What? It'll take slightly longer, I'm
afraid, but it should be fairly

straightforward.

How long will that take?

Anything from 12 to 24 hours.

Oh, it's okay, Pamela. You'll be all
right.

And I estimate he's about 25 foot down.

Right, let's do it.

The twin dangers are hypothermia and
lack of oxygen.

Oh, and of course, the degree to which
the child is injured.

I said it was a long shot.

We'd best get started.

If I could use your radio, I'd get them
to launch it straight away.

Dawn.

It wasn't your fault.

It was my fault.

If I hadn't tried to rescue him, this
wouldn't have happened.

Anyone would have done the same.

Look, without you, he might not even
have been found.

That's the third lot to ring, isn't it?

Here we go again.

Ashford Lake Police Station.

Who?

Oh, er...

No, it's an ongoing situation.

Well, Aidensfield Station's your
nearest.

Oh, there's room up.

Who was it? I'll tell you.

Merritt and Ralph.

I tell you what, Jeff, we're getting
them all up for this one.

Even your London lot.

Good evening.

I am looking for the landlord.

Yes, that's me.

What I'm after, my dear, is a room. A
room at the inn.

Nothing too grand. Just a place to rest
my weary head.

I'm really sorry. All my rooms are left.

No, no. I didn't think you'd quite
realise.

This is Sheridan Ralph speaking.

Not the Sheridan Ralph out the papers.

The same, madam.

And surely, young lady, now you know who
I am.

Sorry, I don't.

We could put you up.

No, we couldn't. Yes, we could. We've
got plenty of room.

No, we haven't. Yes, we have, David.

But we're not a pub.

We're a country house establishment with
extensive rural views.

Excellent. Now that's settled, I have a
large cot on account, please. When I

shall need a driver to take me to the
scene of the disaster.

What?

Leave the call then.

I'll get more tea.

Good idea.

See if you can get Gina to make some
sandwiches.

It's going to be a long night.

Another double, please, my dear.

On account.

That's his third.

I know.

Auntie's just gone off and left me to
it.

Wait, first I've got to take him out in
the car, and then I've got to get him

home. Oh, don't have to go in. I just
started thinking the second shaft.

Can we have some more tea? Maybe some
sandwiches?

Yeah, bring the cups through.

Those poor parents must be going
through. Oh, no.

I've cancelled seeing the kids tomorrow,
by the way. I can't leave.

Not till they get the boy out.

All right, Gina, I'll do this.

You go back to the bath.

I'm just about to make some sarnies.
Gina, there are people waiting to be

served.

What's going on?

Beg your pardon?

Between you and Gina.

Not that I mind.

It's just that Gina and I run this place
together, so if there are plans afoot,

I think I should know.

Look, Oscar, all I'm thinking about at
the moment is that poor kid down the

well. Sorry.

Okay, lads, that's on it. Quick as you
can.

Come on, you need a break. I'll take you
home.

I can't leave.

Yes, you can. You're not going to be out
for a while yet.

Stay strong for me, eh? Go on.

I'll be here.

Come on.

Fascinating.

And that's where these people you've
been telling me about live.

Well, yeah, but I don't know if they're
even still there.

Well, that's the thing. It's all a bit
of a mystery, really. And a mystery is

something I could never resist.

There's a child's life in the balance
here. Show a bit of respect.

Take him away, will you?

It's no good. I've got to get back.

Pamela, you've got the whole night to
get through. You need to have a rest.

I can't sleep.

Come here.

I keep thinking about that man.

What man?

The man at the window.

Well, Mrs. Armstrong.

Peggy. Call me Peggy. Peggy. You look so
very, er, different.

No, it's nothing.

Here. Have a drink, Mr. Ralph.

It's my very best nettle brandy. Aha.

Cheers.

Now, sit yourself down.

I've had an idea about your newspaper
column.

Background colour is so important, I
would think. So I suggest that you

interview a genuine Yorkshire person.

Someone who knows the background to this
area.

Drink up. Drink up, Mr Ralph. There's
plenty more.

So... What do you think?

My day with a true Yorkshire lass.

With a photograph across the top.

And are we... Are we talking about you?
Oh, no.

No, no, no. I'd never suggest myself.

But I might be available for a small
consideration.

Would you... Would you pop down to the
local hostelry, dear boy, and buy me a

bottle of single moth milk sweet?

On? Now?

Yes. And bring my photographer back with
you.

Your aunt has hit on rather a good idea.

Now then, I want you to tell me all that
you know about everything.

Well, I was born... No, no, no, we'll
come to you in a minute.

I want to put you in context.

Context? Gossip, dear lady.

That's what I need.

Such as, for instance, the landlady in
the pub and the policeman.

I detected a frisson there.

Oh, you mean Don Weatherby? No, no.

I think some things are best left
unsaid, Sheridan.

That's my opinion.

Especially as he's only recently
separated from his wife.

Really?

Lizzie said she saw someone at the
window.

What? When they were playing in the
garden, that's why they ran away.

She can't have. There's no one there.

But she seems certain.

You know what kids are like.

Vivid imaginations.

They were trespassing.

They were nervous. That's all it was.

Look, if there was somebody in there,
they'd have come out by now, wouldn't

they? Hurry up.

Please, Joe.

I'll take another look.

Oh, he's in a mood.

No, he's just upset, like we all are.

David?

I've got to buy a bottle of whisky for
that Sheridan bloke, and I've got to

charge it to his paper, whatever that
means.

Flippin' amity, she's dressed up like a
dog's dinner.

Oh, I've got to ask that doctor to come
and take a photograph.

Tell them they're already halfway
through a bottle of their natural

I just don't want to go home.

Oh, well, don't then, David.

Just stay here with anyone. They'll be
in bed by the time you get back.

Not together. I didn't mean together.

It's all right, Dawn. I'm sure David
didn't think that you did.

No, he's having my bed because I've got
to sleep on the sofa.

Is anyone here?

Oh, no.

Is this the lady you wanted me to take?

Oh, yes, but... No, no, I don't think
she'd like that. Well, let me wake her

first. I've got to get back.

Yes, but you just...

Well?

Nothing.

I couldn't believe it. Listen to this.

In Aidensfield, tiny run -down garage.
Tiny run -down garage.

Presided over by frail grandfather
Bernard Scripps, aged 83.

I don't know if you noticed anything.

As soon as the press get hold of
anything, the crowds are sure to follow.

They're like vultures, feeding off other
people's distress.

It's disgusting.

Which way to the rescue, please?

What's this?

Beneath its sleepy exterior, Adenfield
is a place where anything goes, where

affairs are commonplace and where the
local constable and married man, no

and the village barmaid.

Who's told him this rubbish?

I've got no idea.

I bet it was you, wasn't it? Me?

Don't be silly.

I think it was Oscar.

Thank the bunch.

I'm just going to go and see how the
rescue's going.

Sarge?

I think I just saw something.

Mason, I've looked.

You've looked.

There's no one there.

Okay, stop the work!

We're down to the right level now.

All we've got to do is dig through
sideways to the main shaft.

Mr Beavis has volunteered to go down.

Well, can we talk to Peter first?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Go on, Ray.

Peter? Peter, can you hear me?

Peter? Peter, say something.

Please, Danny.

Peter?

I'll do it.

I'll miss them all, eh?

Mike, son!

Three hours from now.

During the fire.

Hoping to be.

The sun from the sky.

Peace from the city.

That's not right. Down to the cave.

I'll give it a try.

No, no, no, don't you.

You might get killed.

Help me! Someone!

Can't we at least get him down to the
bottom?

Not until we've got the gunman.

It's hard to get across there, Mrs
Morley.

Every time we move, they shoot.

All you have to do is wind him down. I'm
sorry.

I'll do it myself, then. No!

Come in.

Come in.

Put your hands up.

Come on, Mr Drewes, don't play the fool.

Up, up, up.

This is crazy.

You have no right to interfere.

It's what she wanted.

Look, sir.

We are here because there is a small boy
down your well.

All we are trying to do is get him out
before he dies.

I... don't... don't know who you are.

Yes. And thanks to you, the whole rescue
has come to a halt.

So you... so you... you're not looking
for Isabella?

Nope. Oh.

You can carry on.

We've got it.

Oh. Where is he?

Do you mind telling me who gave you this
information?

Come on, who was it?

Yeah, a chap.

If you could find my reading glasses.

Why don't we just let Mr. Cherry get his
clothes on, then we can all have an...

Hold this bracket!

Is this your doing, is it? What?

This.

It's a piece of paper. I might be in it.

Not yet. That's the early edition.

Someone's feeding him gossip and I'm
getting the blame.

Where?

Page two, column one. Read it.

Oh, no.

No, I would never pass on smoke like
that.

As Sheridan well knows.

Absolutely not.

She is a foal of discretion.

No one told me.

It's obvious for all to see.

He's started to dig through now.

Right. Tell me more, will you?

He's just going through to the well.

Every man is torn apart

with nightmares and with dreams.

Will no one make the love

when silence drowns?

If you could just go here, sir.

They're sending a psychiatrist to
examine him. Right.

You wait here. I'll get this to kill
him.

While you're waiting, find out why he
did it.

It's touch and go, but the little lad's
still alive.

Right. Move away, please.

Right away. Thank you.

It's over.

What's happened?

They're sending a doctor to assess his
mental condition.

Now we'll decide whether to charge him.

Sorry, Sarge.

Gina!

Gina!

Have you seen the, uh... The thing in
the paper?

Yeah, Oscar's showing me.

I'm very sorry.

It's not your fault.

Yeah, well, all the same.

I expect a bit of it naive, imagining
people wouldn't got it.

The thing is, Don, it's probably best if
we stop being seen together.

Especially the way Oscar's been about it
all.

You're right.

So, no more chat.

From now on, we'll keep at it. We can
still talk, Don.

As long as it's not just the two of us.

Yeah?

Then he'll die.

Leave it.

Leave it.

Sorry?

It hasn't stayed as it was.

As it was?

When?

When she left.

Who are we talking about?

Your wife.

Is it her?

Do you mind?

She was very beautiful.

Someone said that she was Spanish.

Is this you?

Was this the Spanish Civil War?

So you and... It's her brother.

We came here after she became ill.

Leukemia.

She died here, did she?

This house was always full of roses.

How about a drink?

Come on, sir.

We've both been up all night.

Hey, excuse me.

I've got lots more stories about this
village I could tell you for you.

Oh, well, please yourselves.

I'm sure you'd like to hear my stories.
They'd be very interesting for your

readers. Goodbye.

You're of no further use, so there'll be
a lesson to you. Perhaps in the future

you'll keep your mouths shut.

And as for you lot...

If you hadn't been swarming all over the
place, frightening poor old Mr. Drews

out of his wits, he would never have
opened fire.

You endangered the rescue. That's what
you lot did.

And while we're on the subject, it isn't
about time your Mr. Ralph came in here

and settled his bar bill.

It's all right, Offee. You can leave
that to me.

Oh, can I?

Or is your mind on other things?

That's supposed to mean.

So my mind's on other things.

Meaning what exactly?

Well, you and Don Weatherby, up at the
well.

I saw you, thick as thieves.

I don't know why you keep denying it.
I'm not listening to it. Nobody minds,

Gina. All I'm saying is if you keep it a
secret, it looks as if you're guilty.

Guilty of what?

Breaking up a marriage.

I just want the truth. I'd rather hear
it from you than read about it in some

rag. Oh, so you believe what you read,
do you?

After we've known each other all these
years, you prefer to take the word of

Sheridan Ralph just because he's in the
papers.

Not at all.

So me and Don talk to each other
sometimes.

Is that it?

And that makes me a marriage breaker.

Oscar, he's just doing his job.

He's the Federation rep. He's supposed
to support police widows. There's

else to it.

All right.

And even if there was, it's none of your
business.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to
get back to the bar, please.

You're not me dad, you know.

Someone had to comfort poor Don after
all that happened.

And I didn't see you doing it.

What do you mean?

He tried to rescue Peter.

And that's when the well collapsed.

He thinks it's all his fault.

Oh, sorry.

Didn't you know?

Mrs. Sheridan?

Mr. Blake, she's got a sattler.

Mrs. Sheridan!

Mrs. Sheridan, wake up!

I promised that I

would never leave her.

I've made a solemn oath, you see.

On the day she died, I can't break my
word.

I see.

Is she buried nearby?

In the Aidensfield churchyard?

Where then?

Ashfordly? Here.

Here?

She didn't want any fuss.

So she's...

In the garden.

I see.

Does anyone know?

I mean, when you registered the death,
did you... Get permission.

We didn't believe in that sort of thing.

We believed in freedom.

Freedom.

Whereabouts? In the garden.

There was bed.

All that noise, all those people.

I couldn't see and I thought they were
looking for Isabella.

Mr Sheridan?

What about your bill for bed and
breakfast?

Charge it to the newspaper, dear boy.

Oh, and your drinks at the pub.

Ditto, lad.

Ditto.

No good asking me for money, old chap.

I'm only broke.

I owe you a favour on these blankets.

You need a car, please.

Simon, you can come in now, but just for
a minute. It's still very weak, OK?

Thank you, Constable.

We'll be thanking everyone properly in
due course.

If you hadn't have found him when you
did.

You coming to the pub?

Er, better not.

How?

Keeping a low profile, Carol.

What with that thing in the paper and
everything.

So the doctor came to see Mr Drews and
had to send him off to hospital to be

assessed. What, the mental hospital?

Yeah, that's right.

Poor old chap.

Do you think he was stuck in that house
all those years, all on his own?

He didn't have to make anyone go round
the twist.

Do you know what the worst thing is?

Nobody even helped him.

No, we should have helped.

Yeah, we should have, David. You're
quite right.

Still no news on Peter?

Nope. I am disgusted.

I've traipsed round every newsagent for
miles for the late edition and they're

all sold out.

Oh, so you won't see Mr Alfalfa because
then we... Oh, no, I don't think Aunt

Peggy would want to see that.

Of course I would.

Paper.

Oh.

That's a good one, Peggy. Very true to
life.

After all I did for that man, I would
like to wring his neck. That's the last

time I am nice to a fuck -up, pompous,
drunken...

Everyone, Peter's all right.

Oh, thank goodness for that.

Right, well, this calls for a drink. Get
the glass of dawn.

Oh, Peggy, I brought the late edition
for you. The one with Sheridan's piece

without you. I haven't looked at it yet.

OK, raise your glasses, everyone.

To Peter. To Peter.

So, are we friends again?

I suppose so.

Buried his wife in the garden?

In the rosebed, yes.

That's why he got so upset.

He thought that we were digging her up.
Oh, OK.

But with no death certificate or
anything, surely that's illegal.

What will you do, report it?

I won't have to.

But what good will it do?

None, I suppose.

So why not let Isabella rest in peace?

They can't stay there.

Well, technically they can because it's
common land.

I've had a letter from an adoption
agency.

They've managed to trace my mother.

They said in the shop he'd been coughing
up blood, so you know what that means.

Tuberculosis.