Heartbeat (1992) s06e03 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
Hello, Mr. Davies.
Hello.
Not working today?
Half day.
Of course.
New neighbour's arrived, then?
Oh, yes.
Welcome to Aidensfield!
BONZO DOG DOO-DAH BAND:
I'm The Urban Spaceman
I'm the urban spaceman, baby,
I've got speed
- Is that it?
- Yeah.
You must be joking, Gina!
You'll love it, Anton, honest.
I wish you'd told
your uncle, that's all.
I will, as soon as we get there.
Oh, come on, Anton.
At least we'll be together.
That's the main thing.
It's a long drive from Liverpool,
George. Stop fretting.
I should never have
let her go home, never!
Oh, come on. It was only for
one night. She needed a break.
Yeah, but what if she's not
back to cook the dinners?
- She will be.
- Then where'll I be?
I wish I'd never
started on this food lark.
Progress, George.
That's what it's all about.
Actually, I wanted to have a word with
you about your catering, George.
Don't you think your
menus are a little bit
- you know
- repetitive?
Bernie! A little bit repetitive?
How do you mean?
Well, I mean, everybody's doing this
food-in-the-basket lark, aren't they?
Why not you do summat different?
Watch it, George.
He's up to no good.
Haven't you got some patients
you go and make feel worse?
Thanks for the messages.
I mean, why don't you
do roast pheasant?
Told you!
Oh no, I'm not falling for that one,
especially not from you, Claude.
Beautiful birds, George,
there's not a bit of shot in 'em.
Except they all die
from natural causes.
It's a good job I think
you're a wonderful person.
Well, what do you think?
Nah, pheasants take
too much preparation.
I'll pluck 'em for you!
Well, I'll get someone
to do it, like, you know.
Nah, they'd be too expensive.
- Look, roast pheasant
- (CLEARS THROAT POINTEDLY)
Ah, Nick. Is it right somebody's
moved into Plum Cottage?
Can I have a word?
I never let my friends down
I've never made a boob ♪
I can't wait for you
to meet everyone!
I've had a call from the
keeper over at Rainow.
Really? And?
Apparently, someone's
been getting into his pens.
Taking his pheasants.
Oh, I see. And with your nasty
suspicious policeman's mind
you're putting the door down
to the local scapegoat.
Well, you have my permission
to search my entire premises.
Alright. Let me know if
you hear of anything, okay.
Cooee! Hiya, everyone.
This is Anton.
A'right.
I'm a supersonic guy ♪
Here. This is for you.
- Thank you very much.
- Thanks.
Is he there?
Hello. This is a nice surprise.
I didn't come to see you.
I came to see Katie.
"Yeah. He's in the cottage
on the left hand side."
That's it. Okay?
- Ah, thanks, Eileen.
- Thanks.
Actually, I came to ask for some
help with a school project.
It won't take long.
PHONE RINGS
Aidensfield Police.
Oh, hello, Mr. Davies.
I see.
Er, can't this wait till later?
Right. Well, I can come
now, if you're worried.
Right away. Yeah. Okay.
- Alan Davies?
- Yeah.
Finish your tea.
Won't be anything important.
You know what he's like.
No, I'd better go.
Sorry about this.
It'll only take a minute.
I'll phone you later. Okay.
His life's not his
own half the time.
So I see.
Wasn't really a problem for Kate.
Being a doctor, she was in the
same boat, so she understood.
A lot of women wouldn't, though.
I tried knocking,
but he didn't answer.
- I didn't know what else to do.
- Yeah, it's alright.
I mean, first there was
this terrible loud howl,
and then crashing noises like
someone was throwing things around.
You're quite sure it
was from next door?
Oh, yes. I've never heard
anything like it, Mr. Rowan.
Not from a grown man.
Made me shiver all over.
Right.
PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
Yes?
Well, I'm just checking
you're all right, sir.
Any reason why I shouldn't be?
Well, we have reports of some strange
noises coming from your house.
Noises?
Yeah, like someone in distress.
(LAUGHS)
Really!
Are you here on your own, sir?
Yes.
Look, alright. I'm single.
I've just come back from Africa.
I'm here to write a book,
and the name's Shaw.
Will that satisfy the bush telegraph?
And I definitely haven't
heard any funny noises.
Right.
Well, I'll leave you in peace.
I don't mean to be nosey.
We're a small community.
We like to keep an
eye on each other.
Evidently.
Stay? Work for us?
Oh, come on, Uncle George.
He's a qualified chef!
We're dead lucky to
have him, you know.
He's been working in this big
posh restaurant in Liverpool.
Yes, but I don't want
any fancy stuff.
He knows that. It's fine.
Look, the main thing is, I can be in
the bar with you all the time, see
instead of being rushed off
my feet with all the cooking.
Well, what does he charge?
Twelve quid a week?
All to cook a few chips.
Yeah, ought to have
had my pheasants.
What am I going to do?
Hey man, send him packing.
He can't. Gina's soft on him.
Good evening. Who can help me?
Name's Fenwick.
I need bed and breakfast
and an evening meal.
These pans are knackered,
Uncle George.
Or possibly just a sandwich?
Proctor?
Mr. Proctor? I've come
for a copy of the list.
I'm sorry?
I understand you
keep the bird list.
A man of the moors
for the weekend.
It's all local gen
gratefully received.
I beg your pardon?
You're Proctor, I take it?
Who?
Kevin Proctor, secretary of the
North Riding Bird-Watching Club?
No!
I was given this address.
I'm sorry, but the name's
Davies, Alan Davies.
How extraordinary! I must have
been given the wrong information.
You don't know how I might
find Mr. Proctor, do you?
No.
Perhaps your wife might know.
Look, I haven't got a wife,
and I've never heard of a Mr. Proctor.
Ah.
Well, it's a lovely spot, anyway.
Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me,
I am in a little bit of a hurry.
Sorry to have troubled you.
Mr. Davies now, is it?
Come on, come on, come on, out!
Go on, go on.
In you go. In you go.
Go on. Come on, come on.
That's it.
Morning, Margaret.
If he's wondering why I'm late,
can you tell him I had to pick
my TV up from the repairers.
Alan says he's sorry he's late,
Edward.
Tell him to sort out
the shooting stockings.
Edward says, could you sort out
the shooting stockings?
Tell him if he wants them sorted,
he can sort them himself.
I am sick of this, I am.
Morning!
Sssh! He's phoning Gina.
Got two tickets for a concert.
Herman's Helmets.
Hermits!
She's engaged.
In more ways than one, so I hear.
What are you talking about?
Well, do you know an Anton?
New chef at the pub.
By all accounts,
she's all over him.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, I don't care.
Which of your many
meal is this, Ventress?
Breakfast, dinner, tea?
Or is it summat in between?
Mr. Davies rang, Rowan.
From Cottages, Aidensfield.
So what is it this time?
He's been mistaken
for an ornithologist.
- And he's worried.
- Hey?
I didn't understand it, either,
but luckily he's on your patch.
Herman's Hermits?
He's looking for someone
to go with him, sarge.
Well, if it was Shirley Bassey,
I might have done.
Perfect.
Oh, hello. Margaret?
Yes, it's Alan. Are you alone?
Now listen, these flowers.
It was you that sent them, wasn't it?
These bunch of forget-me-nots?
LINE CLICKS DEAD
Margaret?
Just in, Mr. Fenwick?
Yes. Marvellous day.
A bit dark for bird-watching, in't it?
Yes, I went a bit
further than I intended.
See owt of our golden eagles?
Yes, amongst other things.
Magnificent birds, eagles.
Wonderful creatures.
Been lucky.
Seeing they've not been seen
around here for about 50 years.
Ow, ha ha ha ha!
Ow, my shoulder!
Shop!
It's no good, Mr. Shaw.
Her mind's on other things these days.
Shop!
Okay, I'm coming.
Same again, is it?
A double.
Can I persuade you to
have some food, sir, too?
No, thanks.
He knocks it back a bit, don't he?
That's Africa for you.
You all right?
Hi, Phil!
Hiya! I've, erm
Hey, you've not met
Anton, have you?
Anton!
He's a great laugh,
you know, Phil.
He went to the same school as Ringo.
Can you imagine that!
I was just saying how
you know The Beatles.
This is Phil, by the way.
He's a policeman.
Oh, you're the local
Mr. Plod, are you?
Aye.
BIG BAND MUSIC
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Hello? Who is that, please?
LINE GOES DEAD
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Look, I know you're there, you know.
I can hear you breathing.
Is that Edward?
Is that who it is, Edward?
Margaret?
LINE GOES DEAD
Are you all right, sir?
Relatively.
Sorry?
All right
is a relative term.
"Yes, staggering all
over place, he was."
Poor man, living out
there all on his own.
Do I gather Jo might
be coming round?
Possibly.
Right. Well, I'm only over
at Rita's so I won't be late.
Okay.
Jo?
So, I thought I show you
what I've done so far.
And you can tell me what I've
left out or what I've got wrong.
Did you draw this?
Nick, are you going
to pay attention?
Yeah. Sorry, Miss.
- Right.
- Right.
GATE SQUEAKS
BUMP
CREAK
Here I go again
That's great. Thanks a lot.
Well, you don't have
to go just yet, do you?
Well, I think I'd better.
Before Eileen gets back.
But why? What do you mean?
Well, you know!
No. No, I don't. Tell me.
Well, I'm just not sure how she feels
about me being here, that's all.
Sometimes I feel like
a bit of an intruder.
That's the daftest thing
I've ever heard.
Eileen likes you.
She's pleased I've got
some company for a change.
So there haven't been great
streams of girlfriends?
No, no. I think Eileen was
rather hoping that you might
What? Start the ball rolling?
Yeah. Something like that.
Well, you'd better set
her straight, then.
I tell you, you're not my type.
- You're too old.
- I see.
And I made a solemn promise
never to go out with a policeman.
Well, that's a pity.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Mr. Rowan! Mr. Rowan!
Oh, Mr. Rowan!
This window here, Mr. Rowan.
I definitely heard it slide open.
And then I saw a
shadow on the wall.
Is the back door open?
Er, yes.
It's all okay, Mr. Davies.
There's nothing to worry about.
Yes, but strange things have been
happening all day, Mr. Rowan.
I've been getting these phone calls.
And those flowers.
That man who thought
I was a bird expert.
I'm sure they've all got
a rational explanation.
- Can I?
- Oh.
Thank you.
Are you going to be all right?
I suppose so.
Right. Well, just give me
a call if you're worried.
- Alright. Good night.
- Good night.
Mr Rowan! Mr Rowan!
Who is she, then?
I don't know, sarge.
Any bright ideas, Bellamy?
Er
I didn't think so.
Where exactly were these footprints?
In the flower bed, sarge.
Just outside the sitting room window.
I think it must have
been a practical joke.
It's got to be.
Kids fooling round.
I doubt it, Alf.
The footprints were size 11.
- Leave it.
- Leave it?
It's obvious it's a domestic.
The man's fathered a child,
hence the photograph.
Oh, no, no, no.
I don't think so, sarge.
Not Alan Davies.
Fathered a child and the
woman wants money.
He lived with his
mother for years.
Well, plenty of men lived
with their mothers, Ventress.
Doesn't mean they can't procreate.
He isn't the type.
He doesn't have girl friends.
I'm not arguing.
I want it left, that's all.
- But the man was terrified, sarge.
- Leave it.
Excuse me.
Don't you dare blame
me for this one!
It's just arrived by
the second post.
Tell him to look after the
customer, Margaret!
Blimey, John, how much further?
About two miles.
When's Mr. Hunt coming?
Tomorrow.
As long as we're ready for him.
Mr. Shaw?
Yes?
Eileen Reynolds.
I saw you move in the other day.
I wanted to make you a cake.
Oh, erm
I know how it is.
Everything in boxes,
no food in the house.
Thank you very much.
How are you getting on?
Have you worked out the
dreaded back boiler yet?
- Erm
- Mrs. Watson let me into its secret.
It's all to do with the damper.
Perhaps I can show you?
Come in.
Who is she?
Come on, you must know.
I don't!
I swear to you, I don't.
Well, let's put it
another way, shall we?
Whoever it is sending you these
certainly knows all
about you, don't they?
Where you work, where you live.
Perhaps you can tell us
who your friends are.
Well. Since Mother died,
I rather keep myself to myself.
I tend to bury myself in my work.
The shop.
Spanton's, sarge.
Just across the way.
Who else works in this shop?
My wife and I know nothing
about these photographs.
The whole idea is preposterous.
We're just trying to
establish the facts, sir.
And the facts are that Alan
and I are business partners.
And the last thing we'd ever do
is send each other silly letters.
Someone, for reasons unknown,
has got it in for Alan.
You get that sort of
things in villages.
Do you?
Look, I am extremely busy.
And so am I, Mr. Bracewell.
Far too busy to waste my
time on a domestic matter
when it's painfully obvious to me
that somebody, somewhere,
is not telling us all they know.
Excuse me. Officer.
I'm really sorry
about my husband.
But the fact is that he and Alan
have not been on speaking
terms since Christmas.
Forward, left a bit, then
forward again. That's the trick.
And then it'll draw properly.
You'll get plenty of hot water
without having to use the immersion.
Thank you.
That's very kind of you.
Well, I must be off.
Oh. Are these?
They're my children, yes.
They're lovely.
When will we be seeing them?
You won't.
My wife and I are separated.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Yes, of course.
Oh!
Love a room with books.
Pop in and see us down at
the police house sometime.
You'd be most welcome.
What in the?
I told you I wanted only simple
food and nothing fancy.
Spaghetti isn't fancy.
Everyone eats it.
Out of a tin and on toast
maybe, not stuff like this.
They'll like it. They'll think
we're moving with the times.
Hey Uncle George, how do you
tell if spaghetti's cooked or not?
Hey, watch out!
If it sticks, it's done.
And don't you 'Uncle George'
me, young man.
It's Mr. Ward to you.
The same again, sir?
Yet another customer who
won't be eating here tonight.
I doubt if anyone will once
they know what they're in for.
- Why, what's that?
- Spaghetti!
He's gone and cook spaghetti.
Not proper spaghetti.
Great long stuff.
That is proper spaghetti, George.
It grows on trees.
I bet you half-a-crown you
couldn't eat some, Claude.
You what?
Well, there's a special knack.
Is there? How much? Half-a-crown?
- Yeah.
- You're on.
Any ideas?
No.
You don't remember
seeing her at all?
No. At least
Yeah?
I don't know her, but I feel as
if I've seen this picture before.
Where?
In the paper? On the telly?
I don't know.
Maybe I'm talking a load of rubbish.
"Control to Delta Alpha 2-4."
I'll leave you to it.
I'm going to try Gina's Italian evening.
Thanks, Maggie.
Delta Alpha 2-4 receiving.
Hello Phil.
"We've had a 999 call
from Mr. Davies."
"There's a doctor stuck
on his wardrobe door."
- Eh?
- "That's what he said."
Aye, aye, 'ere it comes.
It looks delicious, Anton.
There you are, sir.
Here, give me a knife.
You don't need a knife
to eat spaghetti, Barney.
Didn't I ever tell you about
them Italian prisoners that were
billeted on our farm
during the war?
No, you didn't.
Well, you can just
tirare fuori i soldi.
- What's that mean?
- Get my half-crown out!
Dr. Kildare, ain't it?
On television.
Yeah.
I'm not stopping
here alone after this.
Yeah, all right, Mr. Davies.
Well, it wouldn't be safe!
But why would someone want to put a
picture of Dr. Kildare on your wardrobe?
I don't know, but I'm
not staying here alone
not with a death threat
hanging over me.
Well, you won't have to.
PC Bellamy's gonna stop with you.
What?
I can't leave him here on his
own, can I, the state he is in.
This is your patch.
And I've got to be at the
police house, haven't I.
Yeah, it's alright, Mr. Davis.
Phil's gonna stop with you and take
you into Ashfordly in the morning,
then go through the whole thing
with Sergeant Blaketon, okay?
Well, cheer up, there's a
nice comfy sofa downstairs.
I don't believe this!
COCK CROWS
You'll be all right
on your own, then?
Oh yes, thank you, now it's light.
Follow me straight in.
Five minutes, Mr. Bellamy. I like
to leave the house nice, that's all.
Alright. Well, I'll see
you at the station, then.
And thanks for the porridge.
MUTED THUD
CREAK
Hello?
Ah, there you are, Rowan.
Have you seen Davies anywhere?
No. I thought he was
coming with you, Phil.
No. He said he'd
follow in his own car.
Go back on your bike
and go and find him.
Are you sure you told
him the right place?
Course I'm sure.
Yeah, still no sign, sarge.
His car's still here, but the front
door was left wide open. Over.
"Okay. Lock up and
get back here. Over"
Right you are, sarge.
- Mr. Shaw?
- Yes?
I'm looking for your
neighbour, Mr. Davies.
Sorry?
Have you seen him this morning?
No.
Would you know if he
has had any visitors?
No. Look, I'm sorry,
I haven't seen anybody.
First we have these,
then these two photographs.
And finally, these.
And now, Mr. Bracewell,
he's vanished.
So where is he?
Are you accusing me of
something, Mr. Blaketon?
You tell me.
I'm calling my solicitor.
Fine, but before you do,
just tell me one thing.
Why is it that you and Mr. Davies
have not been on speaking terms
since last Christmas?
What?
Come on, Mr. Bracewell.
We know the situation.
You're not being straight with
us, are you, Mr. Bracewell.
What's going on in
that shop of yours, eh?
Look
Could I have a word
in private, please?
Oh, no, not another one.
Right, Mr. Bracewell.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Well, well, well.
Very interesting.
It seems that your
Mr. Davies, Ventress,
the man that you said
never had any girlfriends
has been having a passionate
love affair with Bracewell's wife
for the past 15 years.
Alan Davies?
And last Christmas,
Bracewell found out,
and all hell broke loose.
It's like I said from the beginning.
It's a simple domestic.
Yeah, but sarge
And the joker is Davies himself.
Hey?
He sent the letters to himself.
Oh, even I don't get that.
Self-dramatisation,
it's called, Bellamy.
Drawing attention to oneself.
But he's disappeared, sarge.
Exactly. He's staged
his own disappearance.
Davies was genuinely frightened,
I know he was.
I'll say no more, Rowan.
Just get back to Aidensfield,
get on with your normal duties.
Has that bird-watcher
bloke been in?
No.
Got a feeling he's a
plain-clothed copper.
- Mr. Fenwick?
- Ah, I think he's after us.
There's not just him,
there's three of them.
One's parked in a
car top of our road,
the other two are out on the moors
bins trained on our pheasant pen.
Hey up, here's Rowan.
He's not in it, is he?
I'm not waiting to find out.
Come on.
Hello again, Mr. Shaw.
Hey, you.
You haven't kissed me for ages.
Gina, just let me get
the chips in, will you?
Come on!
So, how's the book coming along?
Sorry?
The book.
Oh, yes, erm
It's all right.
What is it? A novel?
No, no. Um
A dull old textbook, I'm afraid.
Medical?
Good lord, no.
It's nothing like that.
GINA!
(SCREAMS)
Uncle George, get some water, quick.
No, no water! No water!
No, Anton, don't!
Look be care be careful!
Do something, Uncle George!
Gina, get the door! Quick!
Fire, help! Nick, fire!
Anton, be careful!
Anton!
It's all right, Anton.
All right.
It's out, it's out.
It's okay. You'll be fine.
Fill the sink with cold water.
- You've got a first aid box?
- Yes.
See if there's any Hibitane.
And some clean gauze.
What we going to do?
Move 'em, of course.
What if we just let them go?
I'm not chucking good money
away for you or anybody else.
Claude, it were your idea.
I only came in under sufferance.
And you're in it as deep as I am.
So stop mithering or
I'll put you in a bag.
Second degree burns to both hands
and arms plus shock, alright.
I'll be all right on my own.
Don't be silly!
Gina, I don't want
you with me, all right?
Move it.
- All right.
- Claude!
What?
- I'm off.
- Where are you going?
I don't care about the pheasants,
Claude. You can have 'em.
(MUFFLED CRY)
(MUFFLED CRY)
(MUFFLED CRY)
Shut it!
Can I come in for a minute?
What happened? Did you get lost?
Sorry, Mr. Fenwick.
I had to stop for a while.
I've waited a long time for this.
Where is he?
He's up there. Quite a way.
Let's go.
Mr. Davies has had some
rather strange mail recently.
It's addressed to him by name
the thing is, it doesn't
seems to relate to him at all.
Might have been
some sort of mix-up.
Does that mean anything to you?
No. Sorry.
This is even odder.
It's a poster of Dr. Kildare with
a knife stuck through his heart.
Strange, isn't it?
It certainly is, Constable.
But I'm afraid I can't help you.
You dealt with those burns rather
well, Mr. Shaw. Very professional.
It's just a first aid course.
Well, let me know if you have
any more ideas. About these.
Right. Well, thanks for your time.
Are you there?
Is Nick in?
No, he's out on his beat.
You'd better get on
the phone to Blaketon.
Tell him to get over here
as fast as he can, alright.
Hey, I'm not having anyone.
I'm dead serious.
I see if I can find Nick.
They're never about
when you want 'em!
Right, he's in here.
You all right?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going with that?
That's not loaded, is it?
You said you only wanted to scare him.
I'm going to dispose
of him, Mr. Fenwick.
Dispose of him?
Look, no one knows Dr. Graham's
even in the district.
He's living under a false
name, that's the beauty.
Not as in you're gonna kill him?
He killed Lorraine.
Yeah, but he's served his time.
Six months?
He's suffered.
He's lost his wife, his kids
Six months for taking a life
and you think that's enough?
It wasn't criminal.
It was negligence.
He was drunk!
He gave her the wrong injection.
- He killed her.
- I know.
And then he lied. He changed
the record to try to cover it up.
In my book, that's
murder, Mr. Fenwick.
What's going on?
Look, I don't want
nothing to do with this.
Look, get in there.
Quick, in there, both of you.
Put your foot down.
I've got it down.
This is as fast as it goes.
Over in the corner, both of you.
You've got the wrong man.
What? I couldn't have.
This isn't him, you fool!
All right, Claude.
I know where we are.
That's not Dr. Graham!
What do you mean? It must be him.
The removal firm described it exactly.
- Up the lane to the left
- Sssh, sssh!
Go ahead, Rowan.
You all right, Mr. Davies?
Sarge!
Get back. Over there.
Come on, sir.
Just put down the gun.
Otherwise you'll be
in serious trouble.
I've got nothing left to lose.
Not since Lorraine died.
Who's Lorraine, sir?
She was my little angel.
Five years old.
Her whole life before her.
(SOBBING)
It's nothing to do with me.
I don't know what he intended.
I'm just a private detective.
- All right, in you go.
- I didn't know he had a gun.
It'll be sorted out
down the station.
So, Rowan, you think that
Shaw is Dr. Graham, do you?
Definitely, sarge.
Well let's pay him a
little visit, shall we?
You're a dark horse, Alan.
No mistake.
I beg your pardon?
You and your ladyfriend.
We could have a
quiet drink later.
You could tell me all about it.
I'm teetotal.
For medicinal purposes.
You'd better be right
about this, Rowan.
KNOCKS AT DOOR
Sarge
"No, he knew exactly
what he was doing."
He's a doctor.
He knew it was a lethal dose.
It wasn't your fault.
I just
I just think if I hadn't shown
him pictures of the little girl
It would have happened anyway.
You said he was drinking
himself to death.
He obviously couldn't
live with the guilt.
I've cleaned the mess up.
If you want anything
else doing, do it yourself.
What's up with her?
Loverboy's gone back to Liverpool.
Gina?
Hey, come on. Hey?
Hey, you forgot that, look!
(SOBS)
Oooh, come on.
You'll get over it.
I won't. I love him.
You hardly knew him.
Hey, Gina, look.
If George lets you off tonight,
I've got two tickets
for Herman's Hermits.
You what?
Herman's Hermits.
Have you?
Come on, Nick.
Are you going to cheer up and
buy me another drink or what?
Come to think of it,
I am starving.
I doubt we'd get much to eat in
here tonight, the state Gina's in.
Uncle George!
Uncle George! Can you
manage on your own tonight?
We're gonna go see
Herman's Hermits!
- Well, how
- Thanks!
Well, so much for Anton.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪