Heartbeat (1988–1989): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

Two female doctors, disappointed by hospitals' lack of care for the individual, especially female, start their own clinic for women, where everyone care. This enterprise, however, puts a tremendous pressure on them and their families.

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

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

# Riddle-dee-pat
and sing to me love's story

# And bring to me love's glory

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





Are you all right?
Just about.

Right. That's it.

No, Nick. Not on our first day.

Fun and games time, is it?

What's it to you?

You can kill people.

I want your names. You?

Christine Keeler.

Sling my jacket over,
will you, Kate?


I want your licences.

It's at home.


Alan Maskell.

You've got five days to produce it.

Where do I take it
- Buckingham Palace?

Aidensfield Police Station.

I'm your new village copper.

I wasn't expecting ton-up kids.

There weren't any in my time.

At least we're here.

It's a great view.

It's a far cry from London.

Leave that.


What are you doing? Put me down.


Let me answer the phone.

Customers already!



Van's broken down on Sutton Bank.

I see. Thank you.

No furniture till tomorrow.

Just our luck.

They thought I was mad
moving up here.

Said it was all
flat caps and whippets.

No sense of adventure.

There's one good thing
about living here.


There's no-one to annoy
in the flat below.

So you can take your time, then.

Get on.

PC Rowan?

Blaketon - your Section Sergeant
down in Ashfordly.

Into uniform, Rowan.
There's work to be done.

Now? We're expecting
our furniture, Sergeant.

I thought my husband
wasn't on duty till tomorrow.

My wife, Kate.

Welcome to Aidensfield, Mrs Rowan.

As I was about to tell
your husband - if he's here,
he's on duty. Understand?

Right. Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

Mark the name well. He's trouble.

He's the type who believes the law's
there for others. Not for him.

What have we got him for?

His dog was caught on the rampage
- killing valuable animals.




But it was an accident, Mr Blaketon.

Always is, with you.

You admit your dog forced
its way into the aviary?

It were only a budgie!

The owners said it was
valuable breeding stock.

All right, look.

Five bob to cover any damage.

All right...

Ten bob! That's fair
and square, ain't it?

Compensation? D'you think
that's all there is to it?

I want nowt to do with court cases.

I know.

Book him.

Right, Rowan. Have the papers
on my desk when you report tomorrow.

Are you taking this further?

Greengrass has no respect
for law and order. None at all.

He thinks there isn't a copper alive
who can get a conviction against him

He'd offer compensation.

You're not one of these young
constables with the wrong attitude?

Coming up here for a cushy number.

No. To get away from people
who can't tell the difference
between coppers and villains.

That's London.

I think I can work best
in a place like this.

Got summat for you.

All right, innit?

Yesterday's stunt.
D'you think you're James Dean?

You know what happened
to him, don't you?

So what?
I don't want you killing yourself.

Race bikes on the road again
and I'll do you.

I'm really scared (!)

Keeping busy, Constable?

Something like that.

I can see you're the keen type.

PC Rowan. Are you the landlord?

George Ward.

Oh, right. You're on my list.
What for?

Just a chat. See how best
we can help each other.

You mean you chat, I listen.

From down South, are you?

That's right. London.

I thought so. I could tell.

It's my accent. A dead giveaway.

No. It's just you're right keen
on telling t'others what to do.

You outsiders.

Your locals are a prickly lot.
They've a knack of making
you feel welcome (!)

What did you expect?

I'm not their enemy.
I'm here to help them!

So, is it me or the uniform?

You're an outsider.
Tune into their wavelength.

So far, I've learned that the "B"
in GBH stands for budgies.

Your sergeant's a real charmer.


May I speak to you, Constable?
It really is most important.

Yeah. Come through to the office.

This way.

At first I thought it might
be an animal. A dog wandering about.

But an animal
can't turn door handles
and it doesn't rattle windows.

And the footsteps,
I heard them on the gravel.

And I even saw him out there.

You saw him?

Just for a second.

A figure in the darkness.

Just enough to see it was a man.

Why didn't you call
the police at once?

I didn't believe it was really
happening. Not in Aidensfield.

Has this happened before?

No. Thank you.

And you've no idea who it might be?

None! I'm at my wits' end.
I live alone.

If he comes back...

If he breaks into the house...

Keep calm and pick up the phone.
I'll be there in minutes.

Don't worry. My husband will
see you come to no harm.

It's so good to see you again, Kate.

And you, Alex.

I never believed you were serious
about coming back here again.

Things change. Nick wanted
to work away from London.

He applied for a transfer
and this is where they sent us.

And all those great plans?

The doctor who wanted
to be at the heart of things?

I did three years in
one of the best teaching hospitals.
Now it's all on offer to you.

Have you considered
finding a place at one of
the hospitals in the region?

Isn't that more up your street?

I thought I could work here,
be involved like Nick.

You won't regret taking me on.

That's something else I...

..didn't take absolutely seriously.

I mean, you joining me
in the practice.

But I told you.

And when we discussed it on the
phone weeks back, I thought...

Yes, I know.

I should've made it clearer.
I would have done
if I'd known you were serious.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid
I've nothing to offer you.

But... I run a one-man practice.
I always have done.

I know, but it can't be getting
any easier for you, at your age.

I thought you'd welcome someone
willing to share the load.

I admit, I considered it.

But I'm not convinced
it should be you. Why?

Nothing to do with your abilities.

What's the problem?

It's the kind of work
a country practice entails.

It's still medicine, isn't it?

It's late calls. Your car
breaking down on lonely roads.

Night visits to farms run by men
who live alone. Shy male patients.

You mean, I don't rate the job
because I'm a woman.


Right, Greengrass.
Get out of my sight.

Don't drag my good name
through the court.

You can't do me for
livestock-worrying. It's not just.

At least you don't deny it.

No, it happened...
Right. On your way.

But, but...
On your way! Now!

Come through, Rowan.

Right, this is your roster.

Just because you're at Aidensfield,
don't think out of sight
is out of mind.

No, Sergeant.

What did Greengrass want?

Trying to get out of a court case.

Did you bring the papers?

I thought you might not charge him.

We discussed that.
Yes, Sergeant.

I want him charged
with livestock-worrying.

Livestock-worrying? Are you sure?

Maybe failure to keep
a dangerous dog under control?

Are you questioning me?

Come across a lot of
livestock-worrying in Hackney?

I thought you wanted a conviction.

And we'll get one. Do what I say.

Well, well, well. You and Sergeant
have got off to a flying start.

Seems to have a thing
about Greengrass.

Obsession, more like.

Phil Bellamy.
Nick Rowan.

The human ash heap is Alf Ventress.

Now then.

Make a change having someone
like you. Southerner.



Are you up there?


What's up?

Alex Ferrenby. There's no job.
There never was a job,
never will be a job.

I thought he promised.

It was a lot of flannel.

All right. So he gives you the
elbow. You go and get another job.

When was the last time you got
the elbow because you're a man?

Never. Any idea how it feels
when it happens?

Answer: Not a clue.

Hang on.

The narrow minds in
places like Aidensfield
is why I never wanted to work here.

Do you mean that?

I'm here because your job brought us
here, not because I wanted
to join Alex Ferrenby.

Look, coming here works for both
of us or it doesn't work at all.

It will. It'll just take longer
than I thought.

Leaving London was right for us.
You and me.

Everything else takes
second place to that.

At least we'll be able
to spend time together.

Never had much of that before,
did we?


Aidensfield Police.

Yeah, PC Rowan.

Miss Fraser?

Do you think he's still there?

Yeah. Right away.

That's Miss Fraser.
The prowler's shown up.

Tonight of all nights.
I'll need my jacket back.

Who is it? It's the police.

How do I know?

It's me, Miss Fraser. PC Rowan.

You're quite safe now.

Thank heavens you're here!

Try that.

I'm so sorry.

Tell me about this man.

It's not easy.
It's like a bad dream.

Is it the same one?


I saw him more clearly this time.

Tall, well-built.

Did you recognise him?

Was he young or old?

Certainly not young.


He was wearing a hat, Mr Rowan.

It was a trilby. Young men don't
wear trilbies these days, do they?

"A search of the grounds and
immediate neighbourhood yielded...

"..yielded no trace of..."
Who wrote this? Agatha Christie?

Rowan, if some trilby-hatted
prowler is terrorising females,
I want him found.

Yes, Sergeant.

There can't be
that many trilby hats round here.


This is strictly flat-cap country,
isn't it?

Something else.

The Aidensfield Arms landlord called

Trouble's brewing
between the village lads
and hooligans from outside.

What do you know about it?

Why did he call me and not you?
Good question.

It's your patch - go back
to Aidensfield and sort it out.

How do.


Hello, George.

Is this true?

The Aidensfield Fire? Aye.
Been burning since 1860.

"To commemorate Queen Victoria
taking shelter from a storm."

That's what it says.

I bet the tourists like it.

It's what we think that matters.
We put value on what's old.

And just put up with what's new.

My sergeant says you rang him
at Ashfordly.

I did, aye.

Urgent, was it?

Not as such.

You didn't think
to mention it to me?

Not specially.

If you've got a problem,
I'm the nearest bloke in uniform.

I reckoned Sgt Blaketon would have
a better idea of what I meant.

I'm not here for show.
I've got a job to do.

How about helping me do it? If I
don't, then take it to my sergeant.

Point taken.

Right. Now, can we talk?

What are you two playing at?
Get up, you'll wreck your clothes.

by Swinging Blue Jeans

Mrs Maskell?


Is Alan about?
He's not done owt, has he?

Just want a chat with him.

He's working out t'back.

I used to see this lot
every week at the Cavern.

Aidensfield's a bit
of a come-down after Liverpool.

How do.

Oh, a B31. Nice bike.

Yeah. Rebuilt it from scrap.
You're not here to chat about bikes.

Remember Clacton last Easter?

Trouble with mods and rockers.


I've heard some mods from Ashfordly
are coming out here soon.

D'you know anything about it?

Why should I?

Cos it's you and your mates
they're coming to sort out.

We don't want trouble.

But if they start something
you'll join in.

When are they coming?

How should I know?

Village dance?

It doesn't matter to me who starts
it - I'll be there to finish it.
So pass the word round. All right?


Miss Fraser.
The man. I saw him, Mr Rowan.

You're sure?
Yes! Just now!

In the village. Going into the pub.

Someone was in here just now.

A well-built bloke,
wearing a trilby.

That's right.

Is he still here?
Gone. Used the phone and left.

Do you know who he is?

I need to find this bloke,
and quick. Not for my benefit.

Someone in this village
could be in danger.


He's an outsider.

Like me, from down South?

South Pole more like.
He sounded like the bloke
off Hancock's Half Hour.

The Aussie.

Australian? What's he doing here?

I heard him on the phone. Summat to
do with buying or selling a house.

I was born the other side
of the Moor.

What brings you back?

Nick's job.

Have you ever trained for a career?

I once hoped to go to university.

Why didn't you?

Many reasons.

My family didn't believe in things
like that - not for women.

Some still don't.

But times have changed,
haven't they?

So they say.

But you're a doctor, aren't you?


That must be...

..very satisfying.

It's what I always wanted to do.

Many of us know what we want
in this world,...

..but so very few of us attain it.

And there's no-one
like that on your books?

All right. Thanks for trying. Bye.

I've got to go. Blaketon's waiting.

Do us a favour.
Check the rest of the estate agents.

Any Australians buying or selling?

Which ones?

I've marked the ones I've rung
so far. There's only a few. Bye.

Yes, officer.

Being the owner, allowed it to worry
livestock on agricultural land.

Contrary to the Dogs
(Protection of Livestock) Act 1953.

Well, Mr Greengrass. You've heard
the charge. How do you plead?

Not guilty, My Lord.
It were nowt of t'sort.

Mr Greengrass, do you propose
to conduct your own defence?

Yes, Your Honour. Lawyers ain't
for me. I stand on my own two feet.

Thank you.


If it pleases your worships,
PC Rowan from Aidensfield
will state t'facts of the case.

Thanks very much. That's not quite
what I was looking for. Bye.

Mr Greengrass.
Is there anything you wish to say?

No, Your Honour.

It was... It was exactly...

like he said.

You mean you agree with
the facts as stated?

Oh, aye.

I see. In that case...

There's just one little thing.

Budgies ain't livestock, are they?

Cows are livestock.
So's sheep. So's pigs.
But budgies aren't. Never!

Dogs (Protection of Livestock)
Act 1953, your worships.

Livestock is defined as:
"Cattle, sheep, goats,
swine, horses and poultry."

There - poultry!

Sorry. Poultry's defined as:
"Domestic fowls, turkeys,
ducks and geese."

No mention of budgerigars?


There's summat else his worship
needs reminding about and all.

What now?

The charge like says it were,...

..that Alfred killed it
on agricultural land. That's not
right. It were in an aviary.

That's summat different
in law, in't it?

Mr Cloughton?
Agricultural land.

"Allotments, orchards, meadows,
arable and grazing land."

No mention of...?

Aviaries? None, sir.

Why is this man accused of killing
livestock on agricultural land?
It's not the case, is it?

Well, erm...

I accept you're city trained, that
inexperience has led you astray.

We can't penalise Mr Greengrass
for your procedural error.
We've no choice in this case.

Mr Greengrass, you're free to
leave this court. Case dismissed!

Can you tell me his name?

Thank you very much.
It sounds a real bargain.

That bloke on the bench
must've thought me a right prat!

A responsible magistrate
would've done him.

Even just now, a bit extra on the
stand would've done the trick.

I tried to tell you that charge
wouldn't stick, remember?

Exactly. You lacked conviction.

It shouldn't have gone to court.
You pulled rank.

In that case you should have stood
by what you thought to be right.

Now, thanks to you,
Greengrass has got off scot-free!

Nick! I tried to telephone,
but you were in court.

How did it go in there?

I think your husband's had
better days in court.

I've got you some good news.

I've traced the Australian.

What's all this?

A suspect for the Fraser case.

His name's Harold Jackson
and he's staying in Ashfordly.

Just a few questions
that need answering, Mr Jackson.

Check out his movements.

Right, sarge.

Right, Rowan. Let's sort him out.

Harold Jackson,
now resident in Australia?

Aye, that's him. Come on, Alf,
we've got some telephoning to do.

I'm not the bloke you want.

How long have you been in England,
Mr Jackson?

I was born here. I came back to sell
the family house after Mum died.

You know the area, then?

Yeah, but I lived here
a long time ago.

How long?

15 years.

Look, you've got no right
to do this to me.

You've nothing to worry about,
Mr Jackson.

Not if you're telling the truth.

Why should I lie?

Do you know Aidensfield, Mr Jackson?


You went to a pub there.

I was passing through and stopped to
phone a possible buyer for the house

It's not your first time
in Aidensfield, is it?

It is, since I came back to England.

We think you've visited Aidensfield
at least twice before.

At night.

You were seen prowling around
the garden of a house.

You tried to force your way in.

What - me, a burglar?

Or worse. The lady who lives there
thinks you wanted to assault her.

I came to sell a house. Now you tell
me that I'm some midnight rapist!

You were seen, Jackson!

No! You've got the wrong bloke.

Our witness gave us
a very good description.

Build, age...

..right down to your trilby.

Yeah? What witness?

The owner of the house -
Miss Georgina Fraser.


His name rang a bell.
It's on the form sheet.

He was charged 15 years ago
for indecent assault on a female.

I knew it!

There's more to it than that.
That's all I need.

No, Sergeant. The case
against him was dropped.

Dropped? Not enough evidence?
There's no doubt this time.

Not lack of evidence -
malicious accusation.

The woman fancied Jackson
and made it all up.

I've checked Jackson's alibi. He was
definitely in t'bar till 1am.

Miss Fraser phoned me at 12.30.

Who made the complaint against
Jackson 15 years ago?

Georgina Fraser?

Right. Your very own Miss Fraser.

I was only here to sell the house.
Never gave it a thought.

It was half a lifetime ago.
She must have spotted me
in Ashfordly. Thanks, mate.

What happened between you two?

Nothing much at first. I met her
when I worked at her house.

I fancied myself with the ladies
- jollied them up, got them going
a bit.

Seems it worked a bit too well
with Miss Fraser.

Too right.
But I never meant anything.

It was just chat.

Why accuse you of indecent assault?

She found out I was emigrating.
I'd had it planned for ages.

Well, that was it. She's hated
my guts ever since, I reckon.

Maybe she was desperate - her way
of letting him know she was there.

It's a funny way of showing it.

Same urge drives people
to slash their wrists.

If she tries it again,
Blaketon will have her bound over.

She needs help, not punishment.


George wasn't kidding.

Maybe they're just passing through.

No chance. It's the village dance.

# Tell me!

# Tell me!

# Tell me!

# Whaaa!

# Do you love me?
# Do you love me?

# Do you love me?

# Do you love me?

# Now that I can dance... #

# Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

# Gonna shoot you right down #


Miss Fraser!

Sorry to disturb you.
That's all right.

Is your husband here?

Not just now. Can I help?

I've seen him again, in the garden.

And he's been on the phone.
Ringing my number and saying things.
Horrible things.

You'd better come in.

Will your husband be much longer,
do you think?

Not too long.

Miss Fraser...

the police are considering
taking action.

I should hope they are.

Not against Mr Jackson.

You know his name?

Yes. But the police will take action
against you if you make a complaint.

Don't go, Miss Fraser.

At least listen to what
I have to say, please!

The police know what happened
all those years ago. They spoke
to him today.

If it happens again,
they'll summons you.

Oh, no!

You wouldn't want that. Mr Jackson
goes back to Australia very soon.

Oh, no!

It's the best thing
that could happen.

It's only a problem when
he's in this country, isn't it?

You don't understand.

I love him, you see! (SOBS)

Come and sit down.

Come on.

I believed...

..he cared just as strongly for me.

Else why would he speak
and act towards me the way he did?

Did you tell each other
how you felt?

Oh, no.

There were differences
in our background.

But day by day
they were becoming irrelevant.

And then, when I knew I loved...


It was the very day
that I planned to tell him...

He said he was going to Australia.

I had to stop him going, Mrs Rowan.

So you made the complaint
against him?


But why? What could you achieve
by having him locked up?

He rejected me!

He turned his back on me
to emigrate to Australia!

I believed him, you see.
He was the first man...

..he was the only man
to make me feel...

..special, wanted.

I love him!

For your own future happiness
you have to really let go of him.

Face the fact that you love
someone who doesn't love you.

You can't let it destroy your life.

June, July, August, September -


Find Dr Ferrenby. Tell him...

The baby's coming.
Tell the doctor it's before time.

Hurry, love!
As fast as you can, Lizzie!

# Twist and shout
# Twist and shout

# C'mon, c'mon, baby, now

# C'mon, baby... #


Dr Ferrenby!

Dr Ferrenby!

# Tutti frutti, oh, Rudi

# Tutti frutti, oooohh!

# Tutti frutti, oh, Rudi
Tutti frutti

# Wop-bam-a-loo-bam
a-wop-bam-boom! #


# Do the hippy, hippy shake - c'mon!

Hiya, dolly bird!

Alan! Alan!

It's Mum! The baby - it's coming!
She needs us now. She needs help!

Alan, just calm down!

No! They've got no right!


Mr Rowan, we need help! Alan's mum
- the baby's coming premature.

Dr Ferrenby's out.

Where's your mum?
At home!

My wife's a doctor.
Tell her what's up.

# Shake it to the left,
shake it to the right.

# Do the hippy, hippy shake
- c'mon! #

That kid makes three charges.
Do you want to leave easy or hard?

Why should I go with you?

Because you're nicked, mate!



I'll be ten minutes.
Don't be here when I get back!

Mrs Rowan's here!

Have the waters broken?
Nearly an hour since.

Don't talk. You need your strength.

Where's your dad?

Knowing him - drunk in a ditch.

Come on. In you go, hopalong.


Aye, and a good night to you, too!

We're nearly there. One more push!

One too many, doctor.
This one's got me beat.

No, it hasn't. One more try!

I'll need a statement, George.
Whenever you like.

First things first.

Got your priorities right, Mr Rowan.

I know how you locals are
about your past.

Take the Aidensfield Arms fire.
It's amazing. Over 100 years it's
been burning without going out.


Takes some beating.

How are they?

Mother and daughter are doing fine.
It's me who needs treatment.

I was wrong.

What about?

Being a country GP.
I loved it tonight.

It's just like old times.


What's the joke?

It's a present.

A present?!

Who from?

Anonymous. It's the local way
of saying welcome.

It's a nice thought.

Funny old way of saying it.

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