02x02 - End Of The Line

Episode transcripts for the TV series, "Heartbeat". Aired: 10 April 1992 – 12 September 2010.*
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British police procedural period drama series, based upon the "Constable" series of novels set within the North Riding of Yorkshire during the 1960s.
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02x02 - End Of The Line

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

♪ Heartbeat, why does a love
kiss stay in my memory?

♪ BEATLES: She's Leaving Home

♪ Wednesday morning at five
o'clock as the day begins

♪ Silently closing her bedroom door

♪ Leaving the note that she
hoped would say more

♪ She goes downstairs to the kitchen

♪ Clutching her handkerchief

♪ Quietly turning the backdoor key

♪ Stepping outside she is free

♪ She-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee...

♪ We gave her most of our lives

♪ ...is leaving...

♪ Sacrificed most of our lives

♪ ...home!

♪ We gave her everything
money could buy

♪ She's leaving home

♪ After living alone
for so many years

♪ Father snores as his wife
gets into her dressing gown

♪ Picks up the letter
that's lying there

♪ Standing alone at
the top of the stairs

♪ She breaks down and
cries to her husband

♪ "Daddy, our baby's gone"

♪ Why would she treat
us so thoughtlessly?

♪ How could she do this to me?

♪ She-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee...

♪ We never thought of ourselves

♪ ...is leaving...

♪ Never a thought for ourselves

♪ ...home

♪ We struggled hard
all our lives to get by

♪ She's leaving home
after living alone

♪ for so many years

♪ Friday morning at o'clock
she is far away

♪ Waiting to keep the
appointment she made

♪ Meeting a man from
the multi-trade

♪ She-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee...

♪ What did we do
that was wrong?

♪ ...is having...

♪ We didn't know it was wrong

♪ ...fun...

♪ Fun is the one thing
that money can't buy

♪ Something inside that
was always denied

♪ for so many years

♪ Bye bye...

♪ She's leaving home

♪ Bye bye

HONKS HORN

Keep out of it, maggot-face!

What's it got to do with you?

Take the brake up!

It's second. Put it in second.

Thank you!

Women drivers!

PHONE RINGS

- Aidensfield Police.
- Rowan, listen.

- Hello, Sarge.
- "We've got him. Greengrass."

"He was seen forcing and
entering Braithwaite's barn."

These aren't digestive.

- What's that?
- "Bellamy!"

These aren't digestive!

Just get over there, will you?

- Yes, Sergeant.
- "Now, Rowan, now!"

Now, Sergeant.

This is the room, Mr. Miller.

It gets the sun in the morning.

- "And the moon at night."
- I'm sorry?

- It's an old song.
- Oh, of course.

It was new this year.

Well... I think this will do
me very well, Mrs. Tripp.

It was my husband's room.
Years ago.

He used to like to sit
in here and sketch.

He was a teacher.

He died of cancer of the lung.

But life must go on.

I suppose.

Are you married, Mr. Miller?

I lost her just over
two months ago.

I am sorry.

Anyway, I decided I'd had
enough of the smoke,

sitting at home thinking.

I've got no ties, so I thought, well
I might look round for somewhere.

New faces, new places.

Put myself out to grass,
so to speak.

Get a bit of fresh air.

There's plenty of that!

Um... would a week in
advance be all right?

That will be fine.

You don't smoke,
do you, Mr. Miller?

No.

And what about evening meals?
Or would you be going out?

Oh, no, I don't think so, no.

Evening meals would be very nice.

You haven't tried my cooking yet.

Well, it can't be any worse
than mine, Mrs. Tripp.

I'll leave you in peace, then.

Got no worries, got no cares.

"Leave all that to the millionaires."

"I've got the sun in the morning
and the moon at night."

♪ IRVING BERLIN:
I've Got The Sun In The Morning

♪ I've got no diamonds
Got no pearls

♪ Still I think I'm a lucky girl

♪ I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night ♪

- Hello, Claude.
- What oh. Huh.

- Frightened the wotsits out of me!
- I'm afraid you're nicked, mate.

Breaking, entering,
malicious damage,

intention to commit a crime.

- Oh, do have a day off!
- That's the way it looks to me.

No, right well, you'd better have
a look at this then, hadn't you?

- "Barn clearance."
- Go on.

"Dear Mr. Greengrass, you are
hereby instructed to clear

all contents of the estate
of Captain H. Braithwaite."

[indistinct]

I mean, should have been a lad from
the estate agent bringing a key,

to he's lost it somewhere.
Typical ain't it.

Hour and a half I've
been waiting out there.

I owe you an apology, Claude.

Ah, well you needn't bother.

You can help me sort
this lot out instead.

- Eh?
- I bet you've nowt better to do.

How much you getting
for this lot then?

Nowt.

I'll pull the other one.

I'm not! I'm not, just getting
what I can raise on it.

- It's a load of old junk!
- It's not! I mean, look at this.

You like me to put
the wind up you?

Hey I mean, people of the
city give a small fortune

to hang these on their walls.

Well, not in E , they wouldn't.

- I think you've been lumbered, Claude.
- I'm not!

I tell you, I mean, look at that hay.

- Hey?
- Oh very good. Oh, yeah, very good.

I bet I get a few quid...
Do you know how to toss a bale?

I beg your pardon?

I'll show you the ways of the
country, lad. Look, like this.

Here we go. In like that,
and just heave...

How's that?

Come here and have a go.
I think I've done me back!

Mind you, I know who dropped me in it,
that maggoty-faced butcher, weren't it?

I hope he has trouble with his liver!

- Not as easy as it looks, is it?
- No. I'm better with my hands.

What's this?

- What's what?
- This.

I dunno. I thought
it was just hay.

Come on, get it over.

Hey, look!
Looks like Blaketon's mother!

What a load of rubbish!

Yeah.

I don't see how I'm gonna get
this out of here by the weekend.

I shall need a tractor,
low loader...

Cost a fortune.
I'm gonna lose money on this.

Yeah, not forgetting
my cleaning bill!

- Cor, it's rough, innit?
- Aye, it is. Dog-rough.

Claude, how much would you
take for this as it stands?

Well, it's not worth anything, is it?

I mean, like, it's not worth anything
less than fifty quid, is it?

I tell you what.

I'll give you and I'll take
it off your hands. Cash.

? Well, hm... I think it's
worth a bit more than that.

I'll be doing you a favour.

- ?
- Look at the state of it.

- I don't want any comebacks.
- Not from me, nor from you.

And will you guarantee
it's out by the weekend?

- Yeah.
- Right, done. Give me your hand.

There.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

I've found you a front
door key, Mr. Miller.

But I never lock the door.

Oh, that's very kind.

My granddaughter.

What a lovely little girl.

Taken a few years ago now.

It will be roast beef and
Yorkshire pudding tonight.

Lovely.

Hello, love.

Nick, you're filthy!
Where have you been?

- I thought you like me like this.
- Get off!

Now whatever happened
to romance?

Look in the laundry basket.

And take those boots off!

Yes, dear.

Alex rang.

How is he?

Fine. Having a wonderful holiday.

Nick, now that Alex is
more or less retired,

we ought to think about
buying a bigger house.

We've already got a
house, for nothing.

Yes, but there's nowhere
here I can use as a surgery.

And I really need to
live above the job.

So do I.

We're not going to live
in a little police house

for the rest of our lives, love.

I'm not saying that, am I.

All I'm saying is,
until I get a promotion,

this house is part of the job.

So here we are, and here we stay.

Oh, come on, Nick.

You mean it's not even
up for discussion?

- I bought a car today.
- What?

A car.

We don't need another car.

We don't need another house.

How much?

Only... .

What kind of car can
you get for that money?

Oh, you'll love it, Kate,
once I've done her up.

She's... she's a bit
rough at the moment.

Is she?

Yeah, and there's a
slight mice problem.

- Oh, mice.
- Yeah, they're nesting in the back.

Sounds ideal.

How old is 'she'?

.

Older than you.

Hasn't been used since .

Like your brain!

Come here!

Sorry. I've got late surgery.

Makes a change from
tinned spaghetti.

Not worth it just for one, is it?

Do you see much of
your family, Mr. Miller?

Oh, we only had one son, Colin.

And he was k*lled
on his motorcycle

just after the w*r.

That's his daughter, Claire,
in the photograph.

Her mother went off
with somebody else and

my wife and I brought her up.

- It can't have been easy.
- Oh, we managed.

- You must be very close.
- Yes.

(WHEEZY COUGH)

Excuse me.

Are you sure you're
all right, Mr. Miller?

I could ring the doctor.
She only lives just across the way.

- No, I'm fine.
- You don't look it.

Dr. Rowan has a surgery tonight.

Right, George.

Aye-eh-eh-eh-eh!

I'll have a large Scotch.
Get one for yourself.

Better put Malcolm one in an' all.

Oh, thank you very much.

You're usually skint
after t' weekend.

I know. Well, I've had
a bit of luck, haven't I.

Oh, aye?

You remember that barn
clearance I did at Braithwaite's?

Aye.

Aye, this will be right
up your street.

I found this old
crock of a motor car.

You should have seen it.

Got no wheels on it,
the hood had disintegrated,

there were mice nesting in it.

I only sold it for £ to
Constable Nichol-arse!

- You didn't?!
- quid?!

For old Braithwaite's MG?

Aye! You'd not keep fowl in it!

Didn't old Braithwaite have it
laid up at the start of the w*r?

He were mad about that car.

Well, thank God he can't see it now!

He got a couple of blokes all the way
from the factory in Abingdon to do it.

Did he? Well I'll tell you one thing,
they wasted their trip!

It's an MGTA.

Is it? Aye, well, not any longer!

It's more like an M-E-S-S!

You'd be laughing out
of the side of your face

if you realize knew
how much it's worth.

It's a collector's item, isn't it?

Car like that'd be worth a lot,
put to rights.

A few hundred quid,
even in its present state.

I tell you what
it'd fetch a b*mb down south.

The lying, cheating little tyke!

Just shows you can't trust
anybody these days!

Mr. Miller? Come inside.

Breathe in and hold it.

Just once again.

Thank you.

I thought it might be the air.

Probably the change of altitude.

I'm down to my last inhaler.

Your chest is very bad, Mr. Miller.

I was gassed in the First World w*r.

I see.

You do know you have to
take great care, don't you?

Yes.

PHONE RINGS
Oh, excuse me.

Dr. Rowan.

Hello, love.

That's very nice.

Nick, I've got a patient
with me at the moment.

Fine. See you soon. Bye.

This should see you through.

It's been a pleasure to
meet you, Dr. Rowan.

DOOR OPENS

COUGHING AND FOOTSTEPS

How was the doctor?

I really don't like people
touching my things.

I'm sorry, Mr. Miller.

I was just turning down the bed.

Are your ears burning, Rowan?

- No, Sergeant.
- Well, they should be.

Cos when I came in this morning,

I expected to find Claude Greengrass
under lock and key.

But no!

Not only is he at large, but he's
accusing one of my officers

you Rowan, of taking
financial advantage.

All I did was buy a car, Sergeant.

A car?

- While in uniform?
- It's a heap of junk!

You're a police officer!

- You're the doctor's husband.
- Yes, Sergeant.

I don't want any of your smart
London practices up here, my lad!

I gave him a fair price.

Well, you should have
learned by now, Rowan,

is when you dine with the devil,
you sup with a very long spoon.

Well, if anyone was done, I was.

The force doesn't employ you to
deal in second-hand motor cars

during working hours, does it?

No, Sergeant.

Suppose he files an
official complaint?

Do you have any idea how
much a bumph that entails?

How much disruption to
the work of this station?

Not to mention your future career?

Do I make myself clear?

I'll have a quiet word
with him, Sergeant.

Yes, you do that.

Um, that smells good.

It is good, Mr. Miller.

I'm sorry I was a
bit sharp last night.

None of us are getting
any younger.

May I ask what your plans
are for tomorrow, Mr. Miller?

Tomorrow? I have no plans.

Good. It's the fete.
The harvest festival.

I'm not much of a one for
social occasions, Mrs. Tripp.

Oh, you'll enjoy it.

I shall be making hot jam tarts.
So you will come.

Very well.

- Now, with today's News...
- Thank you very much.

Get out of it!

Right. Let's make
sure that tomorrow

is not a repetition
of last year's fiasco.

Do I make myself clear?

(ALL UNENTHUSIASTICALLY)
Yes Sarge.

(LOUDER) Do I make myself clear?

(ALL) Yes, Sergeant Blaketon!

No more lifestock running loose.

Pandemonium, Ventress,
to be avoided.

Yes, Sarge.

And Bellamy, no fraternising
with the village girls.

Sarge.

And if by chance, Greengrass
offers you the crown jewels,

or London bloody Bridge,

try not to buy them off him.

Do I make myself clear?

(ALL) Yes, Sergeant Blaketon.

Right. Carry on.

♪ BEATLES: Fool On The Hill

♪ Day after day

♪ Alone on a hill

♪ The man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still

♪ But nobody wants to know him

♪ They can see that he's just a fool

♪ And he never gives an answer

♪ But the fool on the hill

♪ Sees the sun going down

♪ And the eyes in his head

♪ See the world spinning round

♪ Along the way

♪ Head in a cloud

♪ The man of a thousand voices
talking perfectly loud

INHALER ECHOES DOWN TUNNEL

♪ But nobody ever hears him

♪ Or the sound he appears to make

♪ And he never seems to notice

♪ But the fool on the hill

♪ Sees the sun going down

♪ And the eyes in his head

♪ See the world spinning round

Mr. Miller!

You must come and
look at the flowers.

Just for a second.
They are magnificent.

- Any of them from your garden?
- Most of them.

♪ Well nobody seems to like him

♪ They can't tell what he wants to do

♪ And he never shows his feelings

♪ But the fool on the hill

♪ Sees the sun going down

♪ And the eyes in his head

♪ See the world spinning round

Don't worry, Mrs. Reddle,
I'll be straight over.

Is this going to happen
every night?

What?

You playing with your toy car.

You're talking about the
other woman in my life.

Well, this one's still working.

There, that wasn't too sore, was it?

She'll need daily injections
for at least a week.

I'll call in tomorrow.

Any worse, and you ring me
straight away, Mrs. Reddle.

Day or night.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh...! Urgh!

♪ Love is real

♪ Real is love

♪ Love is feeling

- Hello, Mr. Miller.
- Hello.

I feel... like a glass of sherry.
Will you join me?

Oh, that's very nice of you.

I'm sorry I've been so busy.
Have you had a good day?

Uh well, I had a good
look round the station,

the rolling stock, yes.

Well, here's to the fete.

You are coming tomorrow,
aren't you, Mr. Miller?

Oh, I'll be there, Mrs. Tripp.
Cheers.

♪ Love is asking...

♪ ...to be loved

God, Nick, you
smell like a garage!

Well, I had a wash.

Might as well have the bloody
thing in bed with us!

When are you going
to look at my car?

Tomorrow. After the fete. All right?

How was she tonight?

Well, I changed the oil,
I got the wheels back on.

I think the spark's going
to be a bit of a problem.

You're telling me.

♪ Love is needing...

♪ ...to be loved

Tomorrow, love.

ACCORDION MUSIC

Bellamy, what did I say
about fraternising?

Just put your head in there, now.

Yes, Sarge.

Hello, Claude.

Oh, Constable.
Now then, what can I sell you?

You're a man who knows a bargain
when he sees one, aren't you?

Now let's cut all this
nonsense, shall we?

If you got a complaint to make,
you come and see me.

You don't go shouting the odds
down the pub or anywhere else.

- Don't know what you're talking about.
- Don't you?

It's nice to see you doing
all this for charity.

Charity?

Well, if you're not, you're taking
money under false pretences,

and that's a very serious offence.

Give us a pint, will you?

I'll be back in a minute.

(Remember that job you did me with
the sheep last year? Do likewise.)

Come on, then!

Is that the best you can do?

You're useless!

You've ever heard of
doctor's revenge?

Thank you very much.

- I feel better now.
- Do you?

You have a go.

Go on, throw it!

What I told you before, you
cannot trust coppers, can you?

He's not as bad as that
devious bugger, Blaketon.

Afternoon, Greengrass.

Ah, Mr. Blaketon.
Just talking about you.

Aye, I heard you.

Hope you're not driving,
in your state.

- Have you dried off, love?
- Mm, just about.

- I really enjoyed doing that.
- I know you did.

I've got to go. I got to get my bag
and give Amy Reddle her injection.

I suppose you're off to see 'her'?

Yeah, I thought I might
get 'her' to turn over.

You'll be lucky!

See you later.

By the way, George,
where will you be tonight?

I'll be at the pub later.
Why? What are you up to?

Bit of this, bit of that.

Might be having something fishy,
if you know what I mean.

So if I'm knocking on the back
door later on... it will be me.

Well, it's going very
well so far, Rowan.

Let's keep it up, shall we?

I try to, Sarge.

SHOUTING AND SQUEALING

Bellamy, put that woman down!

I'll have you for
this, Greengrass!

♪ BEE GEES: Tomorrow Tomorrow

♪ Now... I've found...

♪ That the world... is round

♪ And, of course...

♪ ...it rains...

♪ ...every day

♪ Maybe tomorrow

♪ Where in the world will I be...
tomorrow?

♪ How far am I able to see?

♪ Or am I needed here? ♪

Hello!

I thought I'd like a walk,
but I'm just a bit too tired.

Well, I'll run you up to Mrs. Tripp's.

- Thank you very much.
- In you get.

How are you feeling?

♪ If I remember...

♪ ...all of the things I have done

♪ I'd remember...

♪ ...all of the times I've gone wrong

♪ Why do they keep me here?

♪ Now... I've found...

♪ That the world is round

♪ And, of course...

♪ ...it rains...

♪ ...every day

♪ And now I've found...

♪ That the world is round

♪ And, of course, it rains...

♪ ...every day

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

♪ I've found...

♪ ...that the world is round

♪ And, of course, it rains...

♪ ...every day ♪

- Mr. Miller, if you...
- Not far to go now, Doctor.

Mr. Miller?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Kate?

You upstairs, love?

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

No, I'm afraid she's not.

I'm surprised, Mrs. Reddle.

She left the fete ages ago especially
to give Amy her injection.

The door on the left.

Alright, in you go.

(HEAVY COUGHING)

Alf? It's Nick.

Oh, hello Nick.

(Here, you should hear
what Blaketon had to say)

Have you heard
anything from Kate?

I'm a bit worried.
She's missed an appointment.

"I'm sorry, can't help."

All right. If you do hear
anything, let me know.

- "Of course."
- Yeah.

- Righto.
- All right, thanks. Bye.

What is it?

If you could tell me,

- talk about what's troubling you...
- I loved all this.

I loved them.

And her.

And it's all gone, Doctor.

It's all gone.

I don't know you very well,
but I do know...

Who knows anybody?

I do know that if something's...
causing you pain...

Look, I told you,
I don't feel anything.

It's better to talk about
it than to bottle it up.

No, no, that's where...
where you're wrong.

See, doctors don't know everything.

- No, but we do know certain things.
- It's like steam. You need to...

...you know, build up the pressure.

Mr. Miller?

Mr. Miller, supper's on the table.

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW)

Mr. Rowan...

(NICK) "Now you can learn,
as I have learned

what it is to lose a loved one."

And Mrs. Tripp also had a letter,

asking her to leave
his clothes to Oxfam.

It's like he's written
his will, Sergeant.

All I'm asking is why a perfectly
decent, sensible, pleasant person,

as you seem to be...

Why do something like this,
Mr. Miller?

It's... MILNER.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

So, he didn't even tell you, then.

She was younger than you.

Who?

Who was, Mr...

...Milner?

My granddaughter, Claire.

We looked after her from the time
she was... three till she was .

Then she... flew the coop,
as they have to.

And... she was living with this

fellow who used to
knock her about.

One night she picked up
the bread knife and...

...stabbed him.

He died...

...and she got ten years.

We saw her every visiting day,
in Holloway.

It really took it out
of my old lady.

It finally k*lled her.
Nobody thinks of that, do they?

Then... last month...

...Claire... topped herself.

She would have been .

Younger than you.

Now, your husband
was in the Met.

And he was the one
who arrested her,

and gave evidence against her.

He said she'd said at the time

she was glad she'd done it.

Well, somebody's got to pay.

MOTORBIKE

Greengrass?
Have you seen owt of Dr. Rowan?

Um, er, ha... The motor's
at the, er, railway sidings.

Right.

Nick, are you there?

What's that?

The car's been sighted at
the railway sidings, Nick.

- "I'm on my way."
- Okay.

In one month you...
bury your old lady,

next month your granddaughter,
and you think...

...well, that's it.

You have pills, gas oven.

But you've no energy.

And then you realise you've still
got this lump... inside you.

And you've got to cut it out.

I got this from a little Turk.

It was him or me, poor beggar!

Just one or two of them had 'em.

We had bayonets, though.

I can still see him.

He didn't look in pain, only...

surprised and disappointed.

Trying to hold his um...

what d'you call it, intestines...
inside his tunic.

They shouldn't lock up a girl
like that for a thing like that.

It was spur of the moment.

No, possibly not.

But they did.

It was going to be him.

And then I met you.

I saw the pair of you at the fete.

And I thought 'No'.

Let him live with nothing,
like I've had to.

Frank.

Frank.

Frank, I've got a -year-old girl

seriously ill with pneumonia
waiting for me.

A young life at stake.

You're seriously ill.

You know that, I know that.

We both know life's unfair,
but does a -year-old?

I've got to go.

You do what you want.

[font color=# ](SPLUTTERY COUGH)

- No, please leave me alone!
- I can't, and I won't.

Let it go. Let it go.

- Kate.
- Nick! Nick.

He needs help.

Please, be careful.

Be easy with him.

Nick, I need to go to Amy
Reddle's now. Please.

- Can you stand?
- Yes.

♪ THE HOLLIES: He Ain't Heavy

♪ The road is lo-oo-oo-ong

♪ With many a wi-ii-ii-inding turn

♪ That leads us to who-oo-oo-oo
knows where?

♪ Who knows where?

♪ But I'm stro-oo-oo-ong

♪ Strong enough to carry

♪ He ain't heavy

♪ He's my brother

♪ So on we go-oo-oo-oo

♪ His welfare is my-yy-yy-yy-yy
concern

♪ No burden is he...

♪ ...to bear...

♪ We'll get th-ee-ee-ere... ♪

Well, thanks for letting
me know, Phil.

I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

He's in hospital.

You know, he's not
got long to live.

Six months at the most.

I was proud of you tonight.

I really need this.

I was really proud of you tonight.

And I was really scared tonight.

Cheers.

Nick!

You're a mess!
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