Heartbeat (1988–1989): Season 1, Episode 2 - Where's Solomon When You Need Him? - full transcript
# Heartbeat,...
# ..why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?
# Heartbeat,...
# ..why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? #
(DRUNKEN LAUGHTER)
# When you walk...
LAUGHTER CONTINUES
Mr Maskell...
If you've come to see t'baby,
you're in luck. She's awake -
but she always is.
A man can't get any rest.
Hey, best go in.
Thanks.
Go on now, go on out to play.
Hello.
Oh, Dr Rowan!
BABY CRYING
Have I come at a bad time?
Nay. You brought her into the world.
You've a right to see her.
I'll just take a quick look.
(Hello.)
Doesn't anyone help out?
Alan and Lizzie do what they can,
but it's down to me at t'finish.
Now with another...
If I fell pregnant again,
I don't know what I'd do.
Does your husband know
how you feel?
Doesn't want to know, more like.
Have you talked it over with him?
I tried, but it's not summat you do,
not with a man like mine.
You don't have to get pregnant.
Have you heard about the pill?
Like I say,
there weren't nothing I could do.
It could be a valuable animal, this.
Did you speak to the hiker?
I didn't hang about.
He were that gone wi' drink,
he wouldn't know what day it was.
He ought to have copped it.
They were close to nabbing
Charlie Wilson till he slipped away.
Should've had me with them.
Great train robbers?
You wouldn't know where to start.
All right, lads?
'Ey up.
Nothing like an early start, Rowan.
And this is nothing like one (!)
I had an RTA to deal with, Sergeant,
way up on Kirlby Moor.
Rather peculiar.
An accident
caused by a drunken hiker.
Another one.
Another one what?
Drunks. We've had reports.
Drunks?
Aye, Rowan, drunks!
Leastways, up on the moor
they're harmless, as a rule.
Right, now onto real business.
I've had the divisional inspector
on the phone.
A new one -...
..the one they call
the Career Killer.
And he's coming here on the 27th
to inspect this station.
Bellamy, Ventress - you're
in charge of paperwork and files.
Rowan, you'll be responsible
for the station inventory.
Nothing shows up worse
than a false inventory, Rowan.
It suggests pilfering,...
..insider thieving.
Foul it up,
and there's trouble for all of us.
But mainly...
..for you.
As for the cleaning of the station
- which Ventress treats
like a dustbin -...
..you can safely... leave that...
..to me.
Carry on, lads.
I don't think
you should get involved.
Thanks a bunch!
Why ask what I think
if you don't want to hear it?
Mrs Maskell is 39, with six kids.
She's dead on her feet,...
..with an ignorant husband
who won't give her the time of day.
I know how you feel.
It's how she feels - not me.
What you call help,
others might call interfering.
In London, we helped any number
of women in Susan's situation.
We're not in London, Kate.
So I should forget I'm a doctor and
keep quiet in case I rock the boat?
I'm just thinking of her husband.
Helping a woman to help herself
is no big deal, is it?
Has she asked Ferrenby
to put her on the pill?
Susan can't cope with Alex,
not with something so personal.
But he's her doctor - not you.
Yes, but he's a man.
Yeah, well, I hope it works out.
GLASS SHATTERING
Are you all right, mate?
Come on, Charles, time to go home.
Who's that, George?
Charles Holroyd.
Getting to be a habit, this.
He's a hill farmer called Potter,
and it's definitely his ram.
Oh, the other side of Kirlby Moor?
It travelled a bit, didn't it?
When would he like to come over?
Tuesday's fine, yeah.
I'll be here after lunch.
OK. Thanks. Bye.
Bye!
That was Eltering Police.
Dead ram case solved.
What's so funny?
The Mystery of the Dead Ram,
The Murdered Budgie,
The Lost Sixpence - gripping stuff!
You forgot
The Forged Pig Movement Order and
The Village Dog Dustbin Conspiracy?
What?
I'll tell you later.
A few months ago,
it was bank robbers, gang wars,
clip joints... big city excitement.
That was different. I feel like
I'm part of something here.
I never had that feeling in London.
You're lucky.
Are you still pining
for your Emergency Ward Ten stuff?
I can live without that.
But I'd like to feel
part of something, too.
It will happen.
No, it won't.
You have to make it happen.
And, believe me, I will.
I'm off to catch Alex before
he does his rounds. Wish me luck.
You've got it.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Constable,... my name's Holroyd.
It's my husband... he's missing.
He left yesterday evening,
and I haven't seen him since.
Still living dangerously, Alex?
What?
Smoking.
Bad at any age - lethal at yours.
I've seen off more than my share
of non-smokers in my time, Kate.
Aren't doctors supposed to inspire
a life wish - not a death wish?
In your perfect world, perhaps.
But in mine, we're all too fallible.
Now what brings you here?
I saw Mrs Maskell yesterday.
Yes, the baby's doing well there.
Which is more than I can say
for the mother.
I think she's cracking up, Alex.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Has he ever stayed away before?
Er, yes, sometimes -
when he goes fishing.
But he's always back for breakfast.
And... this morning he wasn't.
Isn't it a bit soon
to be worrying?
I don't think so.
Where does he usually go to fish?
The reservoir on Kirlby Moor.
And do you ever go with him?
No.
We have different interests.
Well, erm,...
..he's older, you see.
Retired.
I have my part-time job.
Where's that?
At the bank in Ashfordly.
Is your husband... a drinking man?
Not particularly.
One or two now and then,
same as anybody, but... why?
I saw him in the pub last night. He
looked like he'd had one too many.
That's... not like him.
He's not that kind of man, Mr Rowan.
I'd better look up on Kirlby Moor.
She's run down. That's natural
for a woman who's just given birth.
What about her mental state?
Perk up after some tonic, will it(?)
What do you mean?
She can't cope now.
Another pregnancy...
I agree that would be best avoided.
Have you told her husband that?
Maskell refuses
to discuss contraception.
Why?
Some irrational belief it threatens
his virility, I suppose.
Doesn't matter why. It's how he is.
And that's it? End of story?
You've been away long enough
to qualify as an outsider.
I know what's best for my patients.
Are Walter's hang-ups more important
or Susan's need? You can help
by putting her on the pill.
You expect them
to behave responsibly?
Susan is responsible.
All she needs is support.
The pill has
moral and medical implications
I haven't even considered yet.
What about Susan?
Very well. I'll call Mrs Maskell in
for an examination.
But I would prescribe the pill
on only one condition -...
..that Walter Maskell agrees.
KINKS:
"ALL DAY AND ALL OF THE NIGHT"
# I'm not content
to be with you in the daytime
# Girl, I want to be with you
all of the time
# The only time I feel all right
is by your side
# Girl, I want to be with you
all of the time
# All day and all of the night
# All day and all of the night
# All day and all of the night
# I believe that you and me
will last forever
# Oh, yeah, all day and night-time
yours - leave me never
# The only time I feel all right
is by your side
# Girl, I want to be with you
all of the time
# All day and all of the night
# All day and all of the night
# Oh, come on!
INSTRUMENTAL
Taking the bike for a stroll,
Constable?
Damn thing's packed up.
You'd best come inside, then.
I can't leave it.
George, Harry, Fred -
give the constable a hand.
Don't worry, we'll have you
out of there in a jiffy.
Thank you.
The bike's electrics have packed up.
Can you sort it out?
Why me?
Why not?
Haven't the police got mechanics?
You'd be quicker,
and they need never know.
What's it worth?
I'll see you right, don't worry.
I'm thinking of setting up a small
garage. I want to get out of here.
I'm sure you will, if you want to.
You make it sound easy.
Comes from being a copper.
I wasn't always a copper.
In my teens, I was
in a bit of bother with the law.
Luckily, it never came to much.
So how did you end up in uniform?
A push in the right direction.
And there was me thinking
coppers were born and not made (!)
Leave it with me.
Yeah. Cheers.
Did you wipe your feet?
Make sure you do!
Who's she?
Mrs Parkin. Blaketon's new broom.
Feet!
PC Rowan, I wanted you here first
thing, sorting out that inventory.
I had to go to Kirlby Moor, Sergeant
Another dead ram (?)
A missing person.
His wife was worried, and I knew
the man was drunk when last seen.
Leave it, and go
to the North & Provincial Bank.
The manager wants a word.
What about, Sergeant?
Mr Carter is an important man.
And important men only deal with
important matters. Don't they?
What about the inventory, Sergeant?
Mrs Holroyd,
I've come to see Mr Carter.
I looked around the reservoir
on Kirlby Moor. There was
no sign of your husband.
I thought as much.
We've circulated a description.
Are you sure
he didn't mention he'd be away?
No.
He didn't take a suitcase with him?
Why d'you ask?
Well, it could be he left home.
People do walk out sometimes.
Walk out on me? That's
an absurd notion, it really is!
I'll let Mr Carter know
you're here.
KNOCKS ON DOOR
You know a lad called Alan Maskell?
Yeah.
He's made an application for a loan.
Start-up money
for a motorbike repair shop.
He's keen
to go into business himself.
Question is, can the bank
have confidence in him?
He knows the job,
if that's what you mean.
I'm sure, but
a lad of his type and background:...
..young tearaway - hardly the type
to inspire confidence.
You know we're not supposed
to give references?
But I trust him,
and I think you can, too.
Has he ever been in trouble?
Only what sticks to any kid with a
lively mind and little to occupy it.
I see.
He's keen. He's got the skill and
intelligence to make a go of it.
Why not give him a chance?
Believe me, you won't regret it,
Mr Carter.
Thank you for your time, Constable.
Not at all.
See you later.
Hurry along now, please.
Hold tight. Next stop Aidensfield.
Fares, please.
Filthy beggar!
It's all right, Miss Davis.
Did you recognise the man?
Not me, Mr Rowan.
I never saw him before, and
I know everyone who uses our bus.
How about the other passengers?
Same there.
Asked each and every one.
Where you picked him up...
does anyone live around
that part of Kirlby Moor?
No, not there.
On the other side, over Eltering
way, but it's not part of our route.
This man wasn't a tourist? A hiker?
You can tell moorland folk,
and this chap were definitely
from the moors.
Well, thanks for your help.
We'll be in touch, OK?
Goodbye.
Doing something like that
on Merriweather's Coaches!
And to an innocent young girl
like Hannah...! I don't know!
BIKE ENGINE
OK?
Great. Let's hope
this is the start of something.
The bike repair shop? I doubt it.
I haven't heard from the bank.
I wouldn't be too sure.
I had a little chat
with your bank manager about you.
What did you tell him?
More than you deserve, I reckon.
Thanks. I won't let you down.
It wouldn't be me you'd
let down, Alan. It'd be yourself.
I'd be daft to do that, wouldn't I?
I know it'll work.
It's exciting, being my own boss.
There's nowt else for the young
in Aidensfield. See you.
Thanks a lot.
Kirlby Moor...
Was he drunk?
There's something up there
that gets to people, Sergeant.
D'you want me to take another look?
No. Ring the other stations.
Someone must know him.
Creatures of habit - if he's
done it once, he'll do it again.
And I want him caught,...
..d'you understand?
Yes, Sergeant.
Oh, Rowan...
..any problems with the inventory?
Not so far, Sergeant.
A cup of tea, chaps?
Can't. She's done away with mugs.
Mrs Parkin?
Where are the mugs?
They're soaking in bleach...
to kill the germs.
'Ey! None of that!
Not in my station!
Where did Blaketon find her?
Wormley Prison.
An ex-con?
No. She were chief domestic.
Poor devils!
The station push-bike...
Anyone seen it?
It's not in the garage?
There's no sign of it anywhere.
Booked out for repairs?
It's not in the service log.
It's an old relic. Hasn't been
used in years. A bit like Alf!
If a bike's on the inventory,
they'll expect to find one.
Turn the
place upside down till you find it.
All right, chaps?
Mr Carter,...
I thought I recognised your car.
Hello, Mr Rowan.
All right?
Fine, thanks.
Just pulled in for a chat.
Just leaving, as a matter of fact.
Ah... well, goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, Mrs Holroyd.
BANGING ON DOOR
Mr Maskell?
Who do you think you are,
interfering?
You'd better come inside.
What I have to say, I'll say here.
Kate, are you still with us?
Sorry, I was miles away.
What's up?
Susan Maskell...
I think
I've really dropped her in it.
You were right.
I shouldn't have got involved.
You were only trying to help.
It's like me with Alan.
Yes, but that worked out.
You've got standing.
Me, I'm just
an interfering housewife.
It's not that simple, love.
I'll have to tell Blaketon.
It can't be covered up -
not with an inspection on the way.
It's not worth it for an old bike.
It's not the value - Blaketon's
responsible for police property.
Report it, and Blaketon's blotter
is marked at HQ for negligence.
He carries the can,
but we get the stick.
So what's to do?
It's obvious.
We find another bike, right?
Mr Blaketon has asked me
to stay on here regular.
If I do, you'll see some changes
round here, I can tell you.
(YELPS)
(SUPPRESSED LAUGHTER)
I had a word with your mate Carter,
from the bank. He turned me down.
But I spoke up for you.
Looks like it!
You're nowt if your face don't fit!
First chance I get, I'm off.
Take a seat, Mr Rowan.
You said it was urgent.
It's about Alan Maskell. Why
did you turn him down for a loan?
The bank has limited funds.
We can't just dish out loans.
So you still think he's a bad risk?
Each application is considered
on its merits. You intimated
that he was "known to the police".
I said it didn't amount to anything.
Even so...
What's so bad? His character?
His background? The fact
that he's been wild as a kid?
We're none of us perfect.
We all have faults -...
..even you, Mr Carter.
If you're referring
to Mrs Holroyd...
That's your business,...
..but you give yourself
the benefit of the doubt
in matters of... personal conduct.
Why not do the same for Alan?
Did your husband know
about you and er...?
I think so.
I didn't want him to find out.
I... I didn't want to admit it
to myself, I suppose.
It would obviously
explain his absence.
Yes.
Well,... what happens now,
Mr Rowan?
If your husband has left you,
he's not a missing person.
It's not a police matter.
Oh, I see.
It's not what I wanted,...
..to lose him like this.
And over something
that's bound to pass...
Yeah, well, maybe he knows that.
I hope so.
POP MUSIC
KNOCK ON DOOR
Hello.
Could you visit my mum, Mrs Rowan?
Is she all right?
Dad gave her a bit of a going-over.
Oh, God!
Dr Ferrenby saw to both of them.
Both of them...?
Dad got knocked about, too.
Got a taste of his own medicine.
Who from?
He's an animal.
It's the only thing he understands.
Oh, no, Alan, he's not.
He's... ignorant and confused -
and most of all, frightened.
Will you go over, for Mum's sake?
Of course I will. Hold on.
That's him.
The flasher - it's Potter.
The one with the dead ram?
That day when he flashed,
he was on his way to see me.
No wonder he never arrived.
And the conductress identified him?
It must be Potter!
He fits the details I got
from Eltering Police.
He's a recluse. Hardly ever shows
his face, except for the odd market.
Bike there. Get a statement.
KINKS: "YOU REALLY GOT ME"
# Girl, you really got me going,
you got me so I don't know
what I'm doin'
# Yeah, you really got me now
# You got me
so I can't sleep at night
# Yeah, you really got me now,
you got me so I don't know
what I'm doin'
# Oh, yeah, you really got me now,
you got me so I can't sleep
at night
# You really got me,
you really got me,
you really got me
# See, don't ever set me free,
I always wanna be by your side
# Girl, you really got me now, you
got me so I can't sleep at night
# Yeah, you really got me now,
you got me so I don't know
what I'm doin'
# Oh, yeah, you really got me now
# You got me
so I can't sleep at night
# You really got me,
you really got me,
you really got me
INSTRUMENTAL
Hello, Mr Maskell.
I've come to see your wife.
I'll not leave here till I do.
In the kitchen.
Hello, Susan.
(SIGHS)
Now then, Constable...
Mrs Potter?
PC Rowan, from Aidensfield.
It'll be about the tup, then?
The one that was killed?
The ram?
No, I'm looking for Mr Potter.
Well, you'd best come in, then.
Didn't he at least listen?
I've done talking. I've told him I'm
going on the pill, and that's final.
Them kids need me up and doing -
not wrecked.
He was out after them pregnant ewes.
A real loss, it were,
when they fetched the tup down.
Mr Potter was on the Aidensfield
Road earlier today, then?
Aye.
DOOR SLAMS
That'll be him now.
Jack, Mr Rowan has come
from Aidensfield to see you.
Aidensfield?
That's right.
It were you I were supposed to see
t'other day about that tup?
On Tuesday last, you boarded
the Aidensfield bus on Kirlby Moor?
Aye.
The conductress
has made a complaint against you.
I never meant her no harm.
You may think it was nothing,
but she was distressed.
I'm sorry.
Well, sorry's not enough.
I'm charging you.
You are not obliged...
I've asked Susan to join us.
What for?
So you can gang up against me?
So we can have a cup of tea.
I could use one.
You're right, Mr Maskell. Your
private life isn't my business -
but you and your family's health is.
If your wife has another baby,
it may kill her.
I'm not having all this!
Please hear me out.
The contraceptive pill
is not witchcraft.
It won't make you less of a man,
or turn Susan against you.
It's not there to cause problems,
but to solve them.
You're clever with words, Mrs
Doctor.
I can help you and Susan,...
..but you have to give a little.
Consider what's best not just
for you, but for her and the family.
You've got all the answers,
haven't you?
In this case, some of them, yes.
Give me five minutes,
and I'll explain what the pill is,
and what it does.
Five minutes?
Then you're welcome to kick me out.
Sit down.
But why did you run away?
He's always been terrible shy.
I keep myself to myself.
I know folk don't like
looking at a deformed man.
Have some more cordial.
It's certainly fruity.
Fruits of the earth -
nature's bounty.
That were blackberry.
Now try t'rosehip.
Would you like some to take away?
Well...
Go on, it's all right.
We've got plenty.
Go on, take a couple.
Well, maybe for
the station Christmas raffle.
Cheers.
Bye now.
Be careful.
Cheers.
# My boy lollipop
# You make my heart go giddyup
# You are as sweet as candy
# You're my sugar dandy
# Whoh-oh, my boy lollipop
# You never ever leave me...
# ..because it would grieve me -...
# ..my heart told me so
What does she put in it?
# I love you, I love you,
I love you so -...
# ..but I don't want you to know
We'll have to wait for
t'postmortem, but it's obvious
Holroyd topped himself.
Spooky, the way his weight
dragged down that branch.
Aye.
Are you all right, Rowan?
Yeah, it was a bit of a shock...
Well, just concentrate on Potter.
I take it you charged him?
Charged him? What with?
What with? Indecent exposure, lad.
Have a look,
and judge for yourself, Sergeant.
She made a mistake.
Aye! And bigger than most!
'Ey, Phil,...
..have a look at these.
Yeah? What's that?
Another mystery solved.
The drunken hikers - Potter's been
flogging them his home-brew.
No! Really? Is it good stuff?
One sniff, and it's goodnight Irene.
Here, have you told Blaketon?
Not yet.
I'll be getting back, then.
Mr Potter,... just a minute.
Your fruit cordial, the stuff
you've been selling to hikers...
It's illegal
without an excise licence.
I never knew.
I should really make a report.
I don't want no trouble.
A caution may be enough.
If there's owt I can do
to put things right, like...
Well,... your bicycle...
What about it?
I'd like to borrow it.
I need it to get about.
You hardly ever leave your farm.
I know, but sometimes...
So you won't mind
if we hang on to it.
Those Customs and Excise,
they're not like us coppers.
They're hard men, barely human.
You're a pretty hard man yourself.
Me? No!
I'm a pussycat, Mr Potter.
That all seems satisfactory.
Thank you, sir.
The inventory, Sergeant.
PC Rowan!
Right.
Where shall we start?
This way, sir.
Here, she can't go in there.
(TUTS)
I think I've seen
everything I need to see.
You run a tight ship, Sergeant.
You should all be congratulated.
We do our best, sir.
And a very good best it is.
In these country sections,
it's too easy for laxity to set in.
Have to go through me first, sir.
GLASS SMASHING
Isn't that your office, Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
I'm just having a little erm...
..tidy-up, gents.
(DRUNKENLY) You couldn't get me
through that door.
You could come home
and have some pie with me...
All right, Mrs Parkin. Here we go.
I do very good potato pie.
Mind your head.
That's it, in you get.
Thank you.
Oooh, dear!
In!
That's right.
Good night.
And we could have some...
Where are you going?
It's sad, really, but
I had a feeling she wouldn't fit in.
How did she know about
Potter's booze?
She must've heard one of us talking.
That cupboard's kept locked.
Somebody must've left the key
lying about, I expect.
Careless!
Mrs Holroyd,...
..erm...
..I'm... I'm sorry.
Thank you.
I keep asking myself why he did it.
He must've known I loved him,...
..even if...
..I wasn't in love with him.
He was a good man,
and I never meant to hurt him.
But you can't... pick and choose
the bits of a marriage that work,...
..can you?
Hello.
There's a lot of fence mending
in the Maskell household.
Will they be all right?
Too soon to say,
but at least they're trying.
You might like to know
Mr Carter wants to see me again.
Any idea why?
Maybe he wants to give you a loan.
Why would he want to do that?
You're a good risk, aren't you?
Or maybe you had a word?
Nah, not me.
Thanks.
What've you been up to?
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