Heartbeat (1988–1989): Season 1, Episode 5 - To Heal a Doctor - full transcript

The staff's complicated love life is heating up.

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

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

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Where have you been?

I think I need a doctor.
I can send for Alex.

I'd rather have you.

I'd better phone in first.

Major Hutchinson
thought he had burglars.

He rushed downstairs
with his shotgun

and blew a picture off the wall.

A life-size portrait
of his great-grandfather.


Oh, well. He knows where I am.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Now you're here,

I can tell you what I've been
thinking in the lonely hours.

What I've decided to do
with the rest of my life.

Oh, yeah?

On second thoughts,
let's get you to bed.


Get off my land,
you creeping thief!

Listen, I'm got to get
to the village.

The bottom road's closed.
I've every right to use this road.

I warned you. Get off my land!

# THE WHO: Can't Explain

Can we have a ride, missus?

Hey, stop that, you lads,
you'll frighten the horses.

Wait till summer. Marigolds,
geraniums, petunias. Smashing!

Hey, you lads,
no messing with my tubs,

otherwise there'll be trouble.
Now come on, hop it!

Aidensfield police.

'Mrs Rowan,
it's George from the pub.'

Hello, George.

'Is your husband there?'
I'm afraid... he's just popped out.

'Oh, dear.
Can I take a message?

'Tell him I've got a bunch of lads
outside my pub

'sitting in my flower tubs.
They're up to no good.

'Could he come round?'

Look, George, if they do anything
really dangerous, like stand up,

then call back, and I'm sure Nick
will be round like a shot.

'Well, I've warned you.'
All right, then. Bye.

Mob violence at Aidensfield Arms.
And you, bed.

Have you got my magazine, then?


Aidensfield police.

Is PC Rowan there?

I'm afraid he's asleep, Sergeant.

Asleep? It's gone eleven.

He was out on duty till after five.

Well, that's part of the job,
Mrs Rowan.

And I'm phoning because
I'm worried about him.

He didn't phone in.
He did, actually.

Well, there's no record of it.

There was a call, sarge.
WHISPERING: I was on the khazi.

Can I take a message, Sergeant?


You can tell him I want him
back here on duty in one hour.

Come here! In here, porno mags.

I rang the hospital
while you were asleep.

The interview should be quite soon.

Was Blaketon angry?
No more than usual.

This hospital's
got a pretty good reputation.

Did George ring back?

Tell me all about the job tonight.

"Eat Lead, Jack."

"Fight in the Night."

Looks like you, Paul.

Hey, get out of it!

D'you want your comics, mister?

Come on! Attack!


Hey! Come here.
Get off me!

What the hell d'you think
you're playing at?


Are you a bloody idiot?
All right! All right! Now calm down.

What's the trouble?

Frist, they break into my van
and steal my property.

Then they hitch this thing
to the back.

It could've caused serious damage.

I phoned you, didn't I?
I said they were up to no good.


It was just a joke.
Right. Clear this mess up.

Can I have your name, please?

It's them you should be talking to.
If I could see your licence.

Thank you, Mr Chapman.

Now I know where to find you.

Right, you lot. Come here.

Who have we got here, then?

Paul Allenby.

Graham Thompson.

I don't know your name,
but you live at Grove Cottage.

It were a joke.
We didn't mean no harm.

Do you wish to press charges,
Mr Ward? Too right, I do.

Fair enough.

I'll have to talk to your parents,
of course.

Oh, don't do that,
my dad'll kill me.

You should have thought of that

We'll pay for it ourselves.
And how are you going to do that?

We'll get a Saturday job
in Ashfordly. We'll get something.

They're not going to
wriggle out of it!

Absolutely not.

But the choice is yours, George.

Either we play this by the book,

which means juvenile courts,
solicitors, hours of time...

or we give them two weeks
to come up with the cash

to replace what they damaged.

Well, I got the barrels for nowt
off the brewery.

Call it ten bob
and give them a fortnight to pay?

Aye, all right. A fortnight,
but not a second more.

Right, you lot.
Get yourselves some odd jobs.

You've got a fortnight
to earn ten bob.

Is that a deal?
Yes, sir.

Anything wrong, Mr Chapman?

You're on my land.
This is a right of way.

I've got a patient to see.

The only one who lives
beyond here is Radcliffe.

That's right.
This is my land. Use the other road.

The bottom road is blocked.
I'm coming through.

Ever since Chapman
bought that place,

he's been stirring for trouble.

It's been a right of way
for as long as I can remember.

You don't normally use it, do you?

Walk past that trigger-happy lunatic
every day? Not likely.

You should talk to him.

I gave over talking to that chap
nearly 20 year ago.


It's just flu, is it?

More a bit of cold, really.

I wanted to be sure.

Well, a couple of aspirins
if you feel you need them,

and you'll be fine
by the end of the week.

I didn't want to trouble you.

But I wouldn't like to spread germs
round your waiting room.

No, no!
That doesn't stop a lot of people.

You know, you really must try
to get out. Hm?

A change of scene will do you
the world of good.

How long is it since I've seen you
round the village?

A month or two, maybe.
A year or two, more like.

You know, some treatment would help.
I could refer you to a specialist.

A specialist?

A psychiatrist.
No, thank you, doctor.

We're quite happy.

Dick does all the shopping
and I look after the house.


Well, so be it.

Now. Are you all right for insulin?

Er, I will be wanting
another prescription.

How have you been keeping?
Mustn't grumble.

Try not to do too much, eh?

What with your wife laid up

and now all this nonsense
with Chapman. Oh!

That You Walk In The Room

Erm... slight communications
breakdown this morning, Nick.

No bother.

Yes, well, I'm not sure
that Oscar quite agrees.


# ..a new sensation taking place

# I can hear the guitars playing
Lovely tu-un-nes... #

# Every time...
Ten bob each for The Searchers?

Linda has been dying
to see The Searchers.

She'll be putty in my hands, mate.
Linda? What happened to Maureen?

She was a Beatles fan.
I can't be having that.

I must admit that,
speaking melodically,

I find the Beatles quite diverting.

WHISPERING: If he does that
one more time,

I'm going to scream.

So, where have you been, then?
An all-nighter? Yeah.

Ah! Sleeping Beauty.

In my office. Now.

# Every time that you

# Walk in the room #


What about Radcliffe, eh?
He's a sick man.

He doesn't know what pain is.
Let him use the other road.

Bloody man.

Argh! Ooh, God!

It's a big hospital,
that's what you've always liked.

The job's in Middlesbrough.

So? It's not that far.

Oh, it wouldn't be like
London again, would it?

Hardly ever seeing each other?


We don't see a lot of each other
at the moment, do we?

Aidensfield police.


Nick, do you know a farmer,
name of Chapman?

Yeah, I know him.
Look, I need to talk to you.

Well, I'll be right over.
Would you ask Kate to come, too?

OK, we'll be right over.

You're lucky nothing's broken.

A bad fall at your age.
It was foolish to have driven.

Well, what else could I do?
He left me lying there in the road.

You should ought to have a word,
you know, Nick.

I mean, the man's a menace.

Access disputes
aren't really a police matter.

Access disputes!
Well, threatening people,

barbed wire all over the place?

What's the story with Chapman?

He came from Perth or thereabouts.
Moved here just after the war.

Hey! I thought Casualty
had done quite a good job.

Just checking.

How long's he had this dispute
with Radcliffe?

Oh, on and off for years.

But it all seems to have flared up

since the bottom road's
been blocked.

And what about the Radcliffes?
Well, I see quite a lot of them.

He's diabetic and she...

..it's all nerves.

She hasn't been
out of the house for ages.

Agoraphobia, I suppose.

I really ought to persuade her
to have some treatment.

You won't be doing anything
for a week or so.

Oh, I can cope with surgery.

I was just wondering if

perhaps you'd be kind enough
to act as my locum.

Just for house visits.

But I'm a woman, Alex.
How could I cope?

Well, I suppose I could get
someone from Northallerton.

Well, as you know the area...

Is that my sole qualification?

I'm asking you, Kate,
I'm not begging.

A couple of days should do it.
A week, minimum.


What about Middlesbrough?

Thank you.


You could spend a week out here
just breathing.

You do like it, don't you?

Yeah, I'm getting to love it.

Everything happening
at its own pace.

I love being driven to work
by the village policeman.


The doctor's not badly hurt?
No, no, it's just a sprain.

But as my husband was
coming up here anyway,

I thought I should
introduce myself.

Put a face to the name,
in case of emergency.

Well, that is kind.

He thinks I'm after his land.
I'm not.

Mr Chapman bought his farm
after the war?

Aye. Old Patterson...
passed away in '44.

Place went up for sale.

So you could've bought it?

I could, but we didn't want it.

I'd got what I wanted.

There is one other thing.

Well, it's a favour, really.

There's these three lads.

Dr Ferrenby told me
about your problem.

How long have you
been afraid of going out?

A while.

If you were to see a specialist,
it could help.

Dick and I live very quietly.

Nothing ever happened to us.

How long have you been married?


A wartime romance?

The man I intended to marry
was killed in the war.

I see.

Kate, I should be getting back.

Yes, I'm ready.

Dr Ferrenby mentioned
he'd given you a prescription.

Did you get your insulin?

No, not yet. I'll take the tractor
down later and get it.

Oh, we'll give you a lift.
Oh, right. Thanks.


I'll have your dinner ready.
You won't have to be long.

No, righto.

Any luck so far?

This is Mr Radcliffe.

We're just popping down
to the village.

He'll see you when he gets back.

It's the next farm but one,
a couple of miles up the hill. OK?

Couple of miles!

Hey! Get out of it!

We're off to see Radcliffe.

I said, get. On the double!

Don't shoot, mein kapitan.
We surrender.


Come on.

Unless Blaketon cooks something up,

I guess I'll be sleeping at home

Sleeping?! You'll be lucky.

Dr Rowan?

I heard you were standing in
for Dr Ferrenby.

What's the problem?

Well, I've got this lump.

You really ought to go
to the surgery.

Dr Ferrenby's all right.

It's just that, well,
when it comes to women's things...

Well, you better come inside.


I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Sergeant, he's out.

It's you I wanted to see, Mrs Rowan.
May I come in?

I'm in the middle of a consultation.

Consultation, eh?

Yes, so if you could wait
in the office. If you don't mind.

Come on.


I'll let you know as soon as
the arrangements have been made.

Thanks, doctor.
It's a weight off my mind.


I wasn't aware this was a surgery.
No, it's not.

This house, Mrs Rowan,
is police property.

And you...
Yes, I know.

I'm just a policeman's wife.

But I also happen to be a doctor
and I have a job to do.

Mrs Rowan, we seem to have
got off on the wrong foot.

But my sole concern is to ensure
the efficient running of my section.

I can assure you,
I help my husband in his work.

As I always have.

Had there been
an emergency yesterday morning,

I would have dragged him
from his bed

and driven him to work myself.

I just thought Nick would be
a more efficient copper

if he'd had a few hours' sleep.

That's very thoughtful, Mrs Rowan.

But it's not for you to decide
when and if he gets his sleep.

No, Sergeant?


Any form on a bloke
called Chapman out at Callanrigg?

Chapman? Moved here after the war.
Ex-army man, as I recall.

Bought Callanrigg
from someone called Patterson.

At least, I think
he was called Patterson.

Form on Chapman? No.

What's up?

Are you trying to burn me out?

I've just been down at t'village
getting my prescription.

Yeah, you sent those brats here!
And that copper! No!

But you had to come,

you had to see the damage
you've done.

Come on. Get in there.

Come on.

So I told him I had a job to do.

Yeah. For a week.

You're standing in
for Alex for a week.

I have to work with Blaketon

D'you want me to practise medicine?

Of course.
This hospital job sounds great.

Blaketon used to trampling over
submissive little wifeys.

Well, he's not trampling over me.


I'll get it.

Aidensfield police.

Chapman's got my husband prisoner.

He's diabetic, you know.

If he doesn't get food soon,
he'll be in trouble.

Mr Chapman?

Mr Chapman?

Mr Radcliffe?


Get off, you bloody lunatic!
Mr Radcliffe.

Mr Chapman!


Mr Radcliffe. Mr Radcliffe.


# THE WHO: Can't Explain

Stay at the gate, Rowan.
We're on our way.

'Would you contact my wife, sarge?'

It was your wife who contacted me
when you didn't turn up for tea.

Now, we'll be with you
as soon as we can.

# Oooh, oooh
# I said I can't explain #

Chapman's got Radcliffe
locked upstairs.

Is he conscious?

We've got to get him out of there.

If he doesn't get food,
it could be serious.

Chapman's house, it's weird.

It's like a married couple
live there.

I found these.

My God.



What d'you mean,
like a married couple?

Well, it's pretty.

Like a woman lives in it.
Or lived in it.

Mary Radcliffe.

I think she knows what's between
her husband and Chapman.

I was looking through
Radcliffe's medical files.

His wife's maiden name is Patterson.

Well, Chapman bought the farm
from someone called Patterson.

That's right. I remember.

Patterson left it
to his daughter Mary.

She sold it to Chapman.

We've got to see her.
Right, let's go.

Ventress, keep an eye
on Chapman's place.

Here, sarge, shouldn't we get
the firearm boys?

We're not a Wild West show,

There's been enough shooting

In any case,
by the time they get here,

Radcliffe could be dead.

Up here.

We have to know what
the feud's about, Mrs Radcliffe.

I don't know.
Like my husband told you, land.

Is there nothing more
you can tell us?

I just want my husband back safe.

Who lived at Callanrigg
before Mr Chapman, Mary?

It was you and your father,
wasn't it?

This isn't just about what happened
between your husband and Mr Chapman.

I think it's about you as well.

You must try and tell us.

Your husband could die.

I was engaged to Matthew Chapman
before the war.

We planned to live
at Callanrigg together.

The war came.

Matthew was sent to the Far East.

He was captured at Singapore.

I heard nothing more.

I had no idea
whether he was alive or dead.

Dick Radcliffe started courting me.

His condition
kept him out of the forces.

My father died.

I was alone in the house.

I'd heard nothing of Matthew.

I felt sure he must be dead.

So I... married Dick Radcliffe,

put Callanrigg up for sale
and we moved here.

No-one bought the farm.

One day, well after the war...

..a man came to the door.

He was so changed.

I didn't recognise him.

Until he said...

he wanted to buy Callanrigg.
For me.

I said, "You can't, you're dead."

Then he saw Dick Radcliffe come up
beside me and he said...

"I am now."

Since then... this.

You stayed?

I'd made my bed.

Come and see them now.

I can't.

I can't go down there!

If he dies,
it'll be worse for Chapman.

I can't.

You must. You can save both of them.

Conquer your fear.

Stop pretending Matthew Chapman
died 20 years ago.

Face up to him.


Chapman! There's someone out here
who wants to talk to you.

Go to hell!

It's Mary. Mary Patterson.

Sergeant, I must get to Radcliffe.

Chapman! We want to send
a doctor in to Radcliffe.

To hell with Radcliffe!

If he dies, it'll be murder.

Right. Round the back
and no heroics, all right?


Come with me.

Ventress, call back to base.

Let me see you, Mary.

Don't move!

I'm a doctor, Mr Chapman.

Don't you move!

Why have you come, Mary?

I had to see you.

You're killing my husband.

Why is it always him?

I kept the house for you, Mary.

What else could I do?

Three years, Matthew,
I heard nothing.

I thought you were dead.

There was death everywhere.

I was alive.
I know.

I was wrong.

But I can't live my whole life
suffering for that mistake.

It's 20 years ago.

No. It's yesterday.

Let him go, Matthew.

He stole you from me, Mary.

If that wasn't enough,

he tried to destroy this house
and all I had left of you.

That wasn't Radcliffe,
that was just a bunch of kids.

It was a prank. Got out of hand.

A prank?!

Aye. That's all it was.

Now give me the gun, Matthew.

I was out East, too.
Singapore, 1945.

I know about Changi.

I can understand
what you went through.

And I can understand

that you had something
worth living for back here.

And then I came home.

So you... understand this.



Thank you.

An injection of glucose, Sergeant.

It's amazing how quick
the recovery can be.

They've taken Chapman, sarge.

We'll look after Mrs Radcliffe.

Well, Dr Rowan.

You were most impressive.
Both of you.


In there.

This is what it's like in prison.

Once that door's shut,
there's no way out.

Now, last night,
two men very nearly died.

And several others,
including yours truly,

were put in mortal danger.

And all because of the irresponsible
behaviour of these three lads.

Now, as you well know,
Mr and Mrs Thompson...

Cruel sod.
They'll give no more trouble.

Aren't you going to be late
for your Searchers?

Is that the...? No, it can't be.

Alf, you are...

Oh, my God!
Manchester train! Linda!

Well, I wish you were half as keen
to clock on!

Ah! The egg man strikes back!

Alex! Fork or trowel?

Ho-ho! I've been hearing all about
your gallant exploit last night.

Sergeant Blaketon
singing your praises.

And I've been thinking,
perhaps I do need a bit of help.

And by help, I mean an assistant.
And I thought of you.

Hello, there.

Hello, love.

Well now, what do you say?

Not long ago, you told me off for
advising a girl to go on the pill.

And you only asked me
to do your house visits

because I know the area.

Now, suddenly, you're asking me
to join your practice?

Well, after last night
I know what you can do.

What do you say?

That's terrific, Kate.

Of course you'll do it, won't you?

Thanks for the offer, Alex.
We'll think about it.

Will we?