Heartbeat (1992) s05e06 Episode Script

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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
GUY MITCHELL:
Singing The Blues
Well, I never felt more
like crying all night
Cos everything's wrong
and nothing is right
Without you
You got me singing the blues
The moon and stars
no longer shine
The dream is gone
I thought was mine
There's nothing
left for me to do
But cry-y-y-y over you
I never felt more
like running away
Why should I go?
Cos I couldn't stay
Without you
You got me singing the blues
Oh, come on, Walter lad.
Look as if you're enjoying yourself.
I am.
I always enjoy my holidays with you.
Now, Walter, back again, I see.
Aye.
Well, I never felt more
like singing the blues
You are gluttons for punishment.
What are you doing with that
dog on a public service vehicle.
Don't you know, you've not changed.
It's an emergency, Hilda.
The big end on me lorry's gone.
The roads, Walter,
a hell of a lot of roads.
You can say that again.
You got me singing the blues ♪
You can come out now, Tyler.
Come on.
You're being let off with a caution.
My cup runneth over.
Don't tempt me.
TRAIN WHISTLE
Thank you.
He should have been charged.
Nah, couple of hours
cooling off in the cell
is better than dragging him in front
of the beak making him a hero.
Let me tell you something, Rowan.
That man is a thug.
He's malevolent, violent
and utterly anti-social.
A man who's a member of the Lifeboat
and Moorland Rescue teams
can be all bad, sarge.
I'll keep an eye on him.
You'd best do that.
Phil, you still on for
a pint or two later?
Certainly.
You'd best make sure your
drinking boots are well dubbined.
Hello.
(GERMAN ACCENT) Excuse me, I am
looking for the Aidensfield Arms?
Hop in, I'll drop you off.
Oh please, I do not wish
to be of any trouble.
It's no trouble.
Give your feet a rest.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Oh, come on, Walter.
Shift yourself, lad.
I am shifting myself.
It's this rucksack.
It's got a life of its own.
Come on, come on.
I've got a grave to dig.
- What was that he said?
- How should I know?
I've got my hands full, coping
with the vagaries of this thing.
Oh, come on, Walter.
Anyone would think we're
going to climb Kangchenjunga.
As far as I'm concerned, we are.
Excuse me, I wish to take a
room for two or three nights.
Yeah. What's the name?
- My name's Dieter Lotschmeyer.
- Who?
I spell it.
D-I-E-T
- Kraut.
- E-R
Well, here we are then, Walter.
Back again.
That's right, Hilda. Back again.
George will have our old room
done out special for us.
The same old mouse droppings
will be there as well.
Verzeihung.
I am very sorry.
Who's he when he's at home?
Does it matter, Hilda?
Does it really matter?
I just don't know what
to do with myself
Don't know just what
to do with myself
I'm so use to do with doing
Everything with you
Planning everything for two
And now that we're through
I just don't know what
to do with my time ♪
Sorry, love. I should have
brought you some fresh ones.
He was my father.
Was he? If I were you
I'd keep quiet about it.
Yes. But I want only
to pay my respects.
Well, please yourself.
But if you want my advice,
you'll keep your head down
and your mouth shut.
What's going on?
Oh, I was just trying to explain
to our foreign friend here that
might be one or two people in the
village not very ecstatic to see him.
Why, what's all this about, then?
I asks this man if he
will show me a grave.
He says he will and then he
And then he tells which
grave it is he wants to see.
You sort it out.
I'm going for a pint.
I've got some thirsty
work to come back to.
George.
Now then, Walter.
Settled in, have you?
Aye. Just about.
The usual, George.
Glucose stout for Hilda.
Pint of mild for me.
Never varies, eh?
You know, I find in a changing
world that very comforting.
Very reassuring.
This is the grave I look for.
My father's.
He came from Germany.
Why is he buried here then?
In the war he was a bomber pilot.
In the Luftwaffe?
He flew on a raid over England.
His plane crashed.
I never knew how he was
killed until last month.
My mother died.
I went through her papers.
What have you been doing, Nick, eh?
Been waiting ages
for you in the pub.
Um, I'm sorry, mate.
I got delayed.
Um, we're off to the pub if
you fancy a good English pint.
I was sat on my own.
Hello, George. Hi, Walter.
Scotch.
I thought you were
digging a grave.
I've marked it out.
You have to pace yourself, you know.
It's hard work digging graves.
I'm just glad I shan't be around
when it comes to digging mine.
Anyway, how are you doing?
All right?
Oh, so-so.
How long is it you and your
missus have been coming here?
50 years to the day.
We come here for our
honeymoon night.
Did you? I wondered where those
cracks in the ceiling came from.
Just ignore him, Walter.
I think it's very romantic.
Romantic? How do you mean?
- You know.
- No, I don't.
What's she talking about?
It's women's talk.
Oh, that.
Here we are, Walter, on the house,
to celebrate your half-century.
Oh, thank you very much.
Nice of you.
I need a vat of cyanide
to celebrate that.
Coming, love.
You lot in the World Cup, red-hot.
Excuse me?
Fritz Walter. Good play
BIKES ROARING
Oh, I see.
Fritz Walter.
BIKES ROARING
Oi. Tyler?
Who, me?
That bike's too noisy
and you were speeding.
Was I heck? As like!
This is the last warning.
Get that bike seen to.
I catch you speeding again,
you're nicked. All right?
I'm glad he lives in Whitby.
I just told him to keep
his head down, you know.
'Ey up. This is him.
I'm off.
What are we drinking then, Dieter?
I shall drink what you drink.
Three of the usual, please.
Have you noticed?
There's a nasty smell's suddenly
turned up around here.
And what makes you
say that, Joseph?
He's a visitor.
It's a free country, you know.
Aye, but we know who his dad was.
Aye. That German bomber pilot
flew his plane over here during the war.
And we all know what happened
then, don't we, Tyler?
I will go to my room. Two minutes.
Then I return and we will drink.
What's wrong with you all?
His father's buried
in the churchyard.
Anything wrong with that?
It happens, you know.
People die, then they get buried.
There's something
you don't know, Nick.
Before he crashed,
the pilot dropped a bomb.
Aye, and it landed right on
poor old Joe Tyler's house.
Killed him and his
missus stone-dead.
The lad wasn't there.
He was stopping with his
auntie in Middlesborough.
You see. I told you there was
a nasty smell round here.
Right, that's it. On your feet.
What to do?
I'll tell you what to do?
I think it's a downright disgrace.
What?
No arguing. On your feet.
Us having to sleep the night under
the same roof as a German at our age.
Come on.
You're talking rubbish.
No such thing. Some of us
have got memories, Walter.
- What memories?
- Sheffield. The Blitz.
Excuse me, please.
(Sorry?)
Excuse me, please.
I wish to pass.
I'm sorry? I can't understand
what you're saying.
Can you understand
what he's saying?
Not a blooming word.
It may have escaped
your notice, Walter,
but during the war,
Jerry almost wiped Sheffield
off the face of the earth.
What did you do about it?
Nothing.
Oh give it a rest, Hilda.
Came swooping down
with his bombers.
Blew all our windows in,
and shattered the slates
on the coal-shed roof.
Well, you should have
written to Hitler about it.
Excuse me, please.
I wish to go to the bar.
Here's a language that
we'll both understand.
You're German, and I'm English.
Your lot killed our lot.
Am I making myself clear?
Okay.
Alright, that's enough.
That's enough!
Now, come on outside, lads.
All right, I'm going!
It's marvellous this, isn't it, eh?
An Englishman turfed out of an
English pub because a German
All right, out!
I hope you're pleased
with yourself, mate.
I hope you're proud
of what you've done.
Always does us good
here, doesn't it, Walter?
Mmm.
The great outdoors.
Tramping the moors.
Fresh air blowing
the cobwebs off you.
Mmm.
Come to bed, Walter.
Walter?
All my dreams fulfilled
For my darling I love you
Remember when you first came to
my bed on our honeymoon night?
Vividly.
What were you thinking, love?
I'm thinking "I wish to God
I was somewhere else".
What?
I was thinking,
I wish I was on the Orient Express.
The Orient Express?
Aye. With gun runners from
the Levant with gold teeth.
Countesses and gigolos.
Slinky beauties from the east
with giant Amish rubies
glistening in their navels.
Would I have been there, Walter?
It's funny, in't it?
I never did know the Ordnance Survey
symbol for an unmanned level crossing.
I love you
(Katie's fast asleep.)
There's no need to whisper.
I hear there's a German
in the village.
Now, who told you that?
Rita popped in, said he's staying
at the Aidensfield Arms.
- Bit off, isn't it?
- I don't see why.
- Having the enemy in our midst.
- The enemy?
The war is over, Eileen.
We've stopped shooting each other.
Now, his father was killed
during the war and so was mine.
Sorry.
Yeah, well, he seems a
decent bloke, that's all.
These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
are gonna walk all over you
Come on, Walter!
Walter?
What I can't fathom is,
what good does you think it can
do, raking up old memories like
what happened to the plane,
what happened to the pilot?
Well, what did happen?
Well, it's only hearsay, like.
You know. I mean I wasn't there.
You're looking a bit shifty, Claude.
What? No, no, no,
I just remembered summat.
Ah, the good lady herself.
Now then, all ready
for the off, Hilda?
That's right.
You got horrible day for it.
Ah, don't mither me,
one way or two, love.
Rain. Hail.
It's fresh air what counts when you
come from a mucky old city like ours.
Ah, where are you, Walter?
He's getting slow in
his ways, you know.
Oh, there you are, love.
Ready for the off, are ye?
No.
- No?
- No, I'm not ready for the off.
Oh, what's to do with you, then?
I have seen the light.
- What light?
- The light of my misery.
What misery?
The misery of being
with you on holiday.
What?
Fifty years of it I've had.
Fifty years of plodding round them
moors like a demented coolie.
Fifty years of relentless grass
and relentless scenery.
Fifty years, when I
could have been having
wild and wicked adventures
on the Orient Express
dressed in nowt but
fluffy carpet slippers
and ebony cigarette holder.
Well then, failing all that,
I, Walter Openshaw, shall
now do the next best thing.
I intend to stay here now,
and each morning henceforth
and get myself well
and truly transmogrified
with my good friend here,
Claude Greengrass.
So, Gina, will you
kindly do the honours?
Thank you.
Oh. Oh.
Are you all right?
Oh.
Oh.
Here. That's better.
Do you like those?
I have flowers, too.
For my father.
So I see.
I hope last night I did not
make a nuisance of myself.
Forget it, Dieter.
That man Tyler, why was
he so angry with me?
I say leave it. You're best
off not getting involved.
I wish to see where my
father's plane crashed.
I'm not sure that's such
a good idea, Dieter.
Vandalism I abhor.
The fact that the victim was a
German is no concern of mine.
But what does concern me is that
this should happen on our patch.
- Am I right?
- ALL: Yes, sarge.
What was a German doing being buried
in a decent God-faring English graveyard
that's what I like to know.
Oh, I can put you in
the picture there, sarge.
My word, Ventress.
The floor's yours.
Well, there's not a lot
to say really, sarge.
When the plane crashed,
they only found the pilot's body.
The military buried him
in Aidensfield graveyard.
Last post, volley of rifles, wreath.
Well, it split the
village in two, sarge.
We're not having a split now.
I want the culprit found, fast.
I'm a fair man, and an impartial
upholder of the laws of the land.
And this, there's only one further
thing to say on this subject.
ALL: Yes, sarge?
Thank God he wasn't a Jap.
(CRIES)
He never said owt to me.
All them years and
he never said a word.
Well, that's typical of men.
They'd rather chunter
and brood in silence.
How do you mean?
Well, the slightest
hint of a scene,
you'll not see the
backside of the dust.
Anything for a quiet life.
But it seems my Walter
never wanted a quiet life!
Oh, calm down, Hilda.
You're just a little bit over.
Nothing to worry about.
It's just that I feel so weak.
We all feel like that when we're
betrayed by somebody we love.
Love?
Who said anything about love?
Fifty years of sheer hell it's been.
I know, but marriage
is like that, Walter.
That's why I'm not.
No, I'm not talking about marriage.
That's not so bad
apart from her gravy.
I'm talking about holidays.
You see, that's why I like trains cos
trains take me where I want to go.
Not hiking. I mean, who in their right
mind wants to go hiking every year?
Certainly nobody like we're
going to be if we keep this up.
What's that?
Legless.
You off to Whitby, then?
- Why Whitby?
- To see Tyler.
No, no, he's too obvious.
You see the faces in
the pub last night?
Yeah. What about 'em?
There was real hate there.
You don't often see that
in the village, do you?
Yeah. You'd think things
would've changed by now.
There's a great big world
out there yonder, Claude.
There's adventure and romance.
Is there?
The cry of the curlew?
Rubbish.
The purple bloom of the heather?
All rubbish.
What I wanted was the aroma
of fat Turkish cigarettes.
And the rasp of a
sheer silk stocking.
- And
- And another pint of mild.
Aye, another pint will do.
That's favourite.
I saw nowt and heard nowt.
When I left the pub, I went straight
home and took myself into bed.
So did I.
Mind you
What do you mean, 'Mind you'?
Oh, nowt. We'd better go.
You want to get out of here, Walter.
Make your escape while
you've still got time.
Escape? Where to?
Leave that to me, old lad.
Come 'ere.
Hello, Gina.
George.
Tell me the gossip about the grave.
That German turning up
has upset a lot of people.
One half of the village says,
'Served him right',
and the other half says,
'Live and let live.'
And you?
Come on, Nick. I'm the landlord.
I don't take sides.
Why don't you ask our friendly
neighbourhood grave digger over there.
I mean, he hasn't stop going
on about this plane crash
since Dieter turned up.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Claude, a quiet word, please.
Outside.
I can't tell you cause I weren't
there when the plane crashed.
I was miles away.
In foreign climes
serving my country.
Yeah, course you were, Claude.
Catterick, wasn't it?
That's right, you can mock.
We also served in the catering corps
after we've done the cooking.
So where were you last night,
say, midnight till dawn?
I was brooding about
the injustices of life.
What injustices?
Well, let's face it.
There's been more fuss made about that
German's grave than there ever was
All right, all right, Claude.
Now tell me exactly where you
were doing all this brooding.
Have you spoken to the vicar?
I've spoken to half
the village, Eileen.
No-one seen anything?
Nothing. It's like a wall
of silence out there.
What about Claude Greengrass?
Yeah, well, I think he's
hiding something.
Just got to find out what.
I think I'll try Whitby first,
have a word with Tyler.
Your heart's not
in this case, is it?
No.
No, I look at Katie and
I think, why bother?
Why harp on about the past?
It's the future we should be looking to.
I know, love.
But the past has a funny old habit of
catching up with the future, hasn't it?
- I need to find him.
- Who?
The man who caused all
the trouble last night.
Look, don't bother.
Why do you want to see him?
I need to speak to him.
To explain.
You'll find him in Whitby.
He works in the old curing sheds.
There's a bus due soon.
I'd hop on it if I was you.
I'm sure young Tyler will
be delighted to see you.
Goodbye.
You louse, Tom Gordon.
You rotten louse!
I want to hold your hands
(BEATLES)
Oh yeah I tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hands
I wanna hold your hands
I wanna hold your hands
Dieter?
- What are you doing here?
- I come to speak to Tyler.
Don't go and see him.
But I want to tell him
we are a new generation.
Why hate?
We must forgive.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I understand. But I don't
think our friend Tyler would.
He would if I could talk to him.
Look, Dieter. Your father
What?
He dropped a bomb round
here to lighten the load.
It could have landed anywhere,
it landed on Tyler's cottage.
Both his parents were killed.
I did not know.
I am very sorry.
Well, it's not took long
for them to tidy up.
Too true, Tom.
I wonder how long they have taken
if it had been one of our boys?
Ah. You're right there,
Joseph old lad.
Why? Why did my
father drop that bomb?
I think that's the question Tyler has
been asking himself all these years.
There's your bus back to Aidensfield.
Forget about talking to Tyler.
He won't want to know.
- I know why you're here.
- Oh, yeah?
This German.
You've come to talk about that German
and how the grave got vandalised.
And how would you
know about that?
Well, I don't know if you know this,
but we've got a new
invention around here.
And if you pick it up,
you can talk through one end
and listen through the other.
Don't get sarky with me, Tyler.
So, where were you last night
when the grave was vandalised?
I was on the lifeboat.
I'm crew, remember?
Some people save lives.
Some people wipe 'em out.
Check it out, PC Rowan.
Ah, I just want to see
what they've done.
Look at that.
You know what's going to
happen here, don't you?
What?
That Blaketon's going to find some
way of blaming me for doing this.
No. It couldn't possibly be you.
You know that and I know that
but I bet you any money you like.
Anyway, come on.
- Where are we going?
- Leave it to me. Come on.
Oh, Hilda will have
my guts for garters.
I've checked it, sarge.
A Danish coaster in difficulties.
I don't want to know, Rowan.
We've got another crisis on our hands.
- He's done a bunk.
- Who?
Walter Openshaw, our ancient
??? from the Aidensfield Arms.
Fifty years, he's been going
there without a hint of trouble.
and now he's legged it.
With £5 from George's till.
Read that.
He left it for his wife.
"Hilda, I've left you for good
and I have already embarked on
my last hike across the moors."
"By the time you read this, I
should be long gone. Good luck."
"I remain your husband,
Walter Openshaw."
You best find him, Rowan,
cause if you don't
there'll be another grave
in the graveyard
and I won't guarantee
who's body will be lying in it.
Right then, you've got the routes.
I expect you all back
here at 6.30 prompt.
Is that understood?
ALL: Yes, sarge.
- Excuse me, sir.
- What do you want?
I should like to help the finding.
Oh I see. You should like
to help the finding eh?
Don't you think you've caused
enough trouble around here already?
Just make yourself scarce.
- Pardon me?
- Sling your hook.
Right. I'm going back
to man the station.
Do you good to stay in the warm.
- And Rowan?
- Sarge?
Make sure you take good care
of the district nurse there.
Him, take care of me?
You've got to be joking.
I didn't think you'd show up.
I'm part of your group,
PC Rowan. Volunteer.
It's in the blood, you see.
Can't keep me away.
Walter!
Mr. Openshaw!
Where are you, Walter?
Come on, Phil.
What's to do with you?
What's to do with me?
I'm missing out on a dead
cert at the dance tonight.
That's what's to do with me.
Now, come on.
The sooner we find
the old fool the better.
- So how did you get here?
- Train and ferry.
Oh, couldn't go on a boat, me.
I get terrible seasick.
Can a man get a
drink around here,
or am I interrupting a
private conversation?
- Same again, Joseph?
- Aye. Go on.
I don't think you're too
popular around here, do you?
No.
Take no notice of them.
It's not that you're German,
it's slightly different.
I don't understand.
Well you see, being different in
these parts is an unforgiveable sin.
- Hello Gina.
- Hiya.
Maggie asked me to pop
in and see how Hilda is.
Oh, she's upstairs in room seven.
How's Katie?
Fine. She's with
Rita this afternoon.
- I do not want to be different.
- What?
I must go to help with the finding.
Sorry.
Krauts!
Why don't they go home
and leave us in peace?
Walter!
- Walter!
- Hold on.
We're going the wrong way.
And what makes you say that?
Because I know these moors.
A townie like Walter would
stick to the contours of the land.
He won't be fighting 'em
like what we're doing.
He'd have taken that
path there, yonder.
Well, our instructions
are to go this way.
Please yourself.
It's nowt to do with me.
Nick?
All right, then.
We'll bow to the expert.
They'll never find him alive.
I know him too well.
He'll go and get himself
killed just to spite me.
You mustn't talk like that.
I know men can get up
to some strange things
but I'm pretty sure in the main,
death comes fairly low on their agenda.
- You don't know Walter.
- Well, that's true.
Why did he never tell me?
I thought the holidays were
the highlight of his life.
Maybe they were.
Maybe being miserable and resentful
was the highlight of his life.
Walter!
Walter!
See?
Told you we're on the right track.
Well, let's hope so.
What are you doing?
I'm getting summat
I'd forgotten all about.
But where are we going?
Paradise.
Paradise is too far
for people like us.
Come on, Walter.
You've made your break for freedom.
You can't back out now.
What have you got there?
Provisions for Paradise.
Come on. Let's get cracking.
Okay.
How was I to know
he had this yearning
to hobnob with gun-runners
on the Orient Express?
To think he kept it a
secret for 50 years.
Why didn't he come out
into the open with it?
Openness isn't always a good
thing in marriage, you know.
What do you mean?
I'm sure I hadn't know about
my husband's little weakness.
What were that?
Philandering.
My Walter don't philander.
He wouldn't know how.
He'll be back.
You do want him back, don't you?
Hilda?
The Orient Express!
To think he used to be sick on the
slow-stopper to Hoyland Common.
Come on, Walter.
Where's your get-up-and-go?
- Got up and gone?
- Are we nearly there?
On the last lap, old lad.
Come on.
(PANTING)
It's in here somewhere.
What's he up to?
He was brought up here.
This used to be his home till
the Kraut's plane turned up
and blew it sky-high.
He's rebuilding it
in his spare time.
Strictly medicinal, lads. Tom?
No, ta.
Oh. Thanks, Maggie.
Look, Maggie, I'm sorry for
some of the things I've said.
It's all forgotten.
No, I was wrong
especially after the funeral.
Honestly. It's all forgotten, Nick.
Kate and I came up
here once for a picnic.
It's beautiful.
Yeah. She loved it.
Said we'd come back.
But we never got round to it.
Hilfe!
Help! HELP!
Hey up!
- Help!
- What?
Over here.
Help!
Help!
Help! Help!
Stop!
Hilfe? Help!
Do you want to
get yourself killed?
They're lethal, are the
bogs around here.
They'll drag you
down without a trace.
- So what are we going to do?
- Leave him.
- What?
- Leave him?
There's nowt we can do.
Tom, go and fetch
one of those ladders.
- Well, go on. You.
- Yeah?
Give me that rope.
Why should I?
Because, as you keep telling
everyone, you save lives.
You're Moorland Rescue.
Or aren't you?
Ich kann es nicht halten!
Help!
Not a sign of him.
What a caper, eh?
- He'll be back at my place.
- He what?
In the bar, supping his ale
and she'll be sat alongside him,
guzzling on glucose stout.
I'll throw him if he is.
Nick's taking his time.
Blaketon will go spare.
Rescue me
Oh take me in your arms
Rescue me
I want your tender charms
cause I'm lonely
And I'm blue, I need you
And your love too
Come on and rescue me
How can you of all people
stand by and watch?
Hang on there, Dieter.
Stop where you are!
You're doing it all wrong.
Move this ladder over here.
Here, give us a hand with this one.
Lass mich nicht los!
There Walter.
How's that for Paradise?
By heck!
Look at that.
Try not to move.
Stay calm, Dieter.
Get as far down the
ladder as you can.
That's it. Come on.
The Vera Lynn,
the Forces' Sweetheart.
Can you get your hand out?
- That's it. Come on.
- Give us your hand, Dieter.
- This way.
- Give him your hand. That's it.
That's it, go on.
That's it. Hold on.
Pull! Go on!
Go on! Go on!
- Come on.
- That's it. Careful with him.
Come on, Dieter!
It's like a lady's boudoir.
Our Vera's boudoir.
My dream, this.
My lifelong dream.
Trains, steam engines.
Hilda never understood.
She wanted me to be a war hero.
Come on. Let's get
you into the warm.
Thank you.
It's not me you want to thank.
It's him.
Thank you.
All right, we should get back
to the rendezvous point.
What are you doing?
I'm inspecting my hoard. Here.
Get yourself outside of that.
Hey, this label.
It's wrote in German.
Of course it's wrote in German.
That's because it's schnapps.
And it should be nice and mature.
It's over 20 years old.
Kindred spirits.
I wonder what this owjit does?
Hey up.
What's going on down there?
Isn't that's Claude Greengrass
hanging out of the cab.
They've never nicked the train!
LAUGHTER
I'll try and cut him off.
Yee-ha!
Oh, we'll meet again
I don't know where,
I don't know when
But I know we'll meet
again some sunny day
TRAIN HORN
Won't you please say hello
to the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
that as you saw me go
I was singing this song ♪
I wish Hilda could see me now!
Hey! You better drop the signals!
We've got a runaway train.
Hey, Major! Major, stop the train!
TRAIN WHISTLE
Hey!
Stop the train! Stop it!
Well, gentlemen.
I think a few explanations
are in order, don't you?
Hijacked!
A steam locomotive
hijacked on my patch
with Claude Jeremiah Greengrass
as an accessory and what happens!
I have to hand you over to
the British Transport Police.
I can only pray the
punishment will fit the crime.
- It was worth it, whatever happens.
- Shut up.
I see.
Right, Rowan.
Yeah, one ornamental
dagger. German.
Uh, one cigarette case. German.
One empty bottle of
schnapps. German.
Alright, alright. I was the first
there after the plane had crashed.
And in a sudden blinding
flash of patriotic fervour
you decided to pilfer the body?
What you're on about?
I'm no body robber.
I mean, I know I might have been guilty
of the odd indiscretion now and again
but I wouldn't do owt like that.
So where did you
get all this lot from?
Well, it was scattered
all over the place.
No reason to nick
the stuff, is there?
Well, I know, but
it's a long time ago.
But if I remember rightly,
I took it so I have something to show
to the younger generation, you know,
to point out the folly
and futility of war.
You don't believe me, do you?
How well you know me, Greengrass.
How well you understand my nature.
As for you
We found that £5 note
on him, sarge, still intact.
George isn't going to press charges.
Oh, really? How very friendly.
- There is something else though, sarge.
- What?
That note we found on the grave and
the note that Walter wrote to his wife.
Same handwriting.
Well, well, well.
I'm waiting.
It was me.
I did it for Hilda.
Why?
I thought she might like that.
- Did she?
- She were thrilled.
She said, whoever wrecked
that grave is a hero.
One of these days
I might tell her it were me.
Really?
Well, on the other hand,
I might keep quiet about it.
It don't do for a man to show
off in front of his wife, does it?
Thank you very much for everything.
Ta-ra, Dieter. You're a nice bloke.
Even if you are German.
Right, then.
Shall we be seeing
you again next year?
Aye. Go on, then.
Oh! My hero!
I don't know.
All that's happened to them,
they're still coming back next year.
Remind me to book my leave.
Right.
You fancy a drink later?
So long as it's not
a glucose stout.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪