All language subtitles for Man in a Suitcase s01e09 The Girl Who Never Was

God, it's no help.

Tommy, it's McGill.

Hello, McGill. Where did you get in?
Just now.

Listen, I'm going to need a room.

Oh, you're staying with us?

Yeah. Naples must have been bad.

Oh, Naples was all right. It was a minor
carload they got me.

It'll be two weeks in advance.

Hey, Tommy, listen.

You ought to be paying me to stay there
and bring you a little class.

Yeah, well, I was only joking.

Your credit's good enough for me.

Great, because it's going to have to be.

Okay, then I'll see you in a little. So
long.

Okay.

Captain Kirst, you ought to see Miss
Gilchrist.

Ah, yes, sir. You're expected.

May I take your coat, sir?

My old clothes, I'm afraid.

I've been potting around the country,
staying with friends.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Would you like to come this way, sir?

Sat in Kershaw to see you, madam.

Pleasure.

I look forward to this.

Please sit down.

I'm sorry, I can't give you much time
today.

Well, I'm busy myself.

Then you'll understand.

Will you have a cigarette?

No, thank you.

On the telephone you told me you had
vital information for me.

Yes.

About this.

The Botticelli, Head of Venus.

It's been missing since the war. What
about it?

I was at the San Vincenzo Monastery when
it was stolen.

You're the sixth person who's told me
that since this article was published

three weeks ago.

The next painting to it was hit by
gunfire.

A statue was chipped.

Part of the roof fell in.

It rained all that morning.

None of that's in this article.

It says the painting's worth 100 ,000
pounds.

Give me 50 ,000.

I'm not greedy.

Bring the painting here, Captain, and
we'll discuss price.

Oh, yes, yes, of course, but perhaps
something on account?

As an option.

Not till I see the picture, Captain.

Well, the truth is I need the 200 to buy
the picture.

But that's ridiculous.

No, no, it's the truth.

The fool who owns it doesn't know what
it's worth.

He's in a home at the moment. I'm rather
short of cash. Please, call the 200 in

advance against the 50 ,000.

Well, I'll need more details first.

I'll give you a few.

Not all.

Just a few.

Certainly.

Oh, would you excuse me a moment,
Captain?

In the meanwhile, would you care to make
us some drinks?

Scott, for me.

Madam. I want you to find McGill for me.
Yes, madam. Is he in London?

I don't know. But wherever he is, find
him. It's urgent.

Very good, madam.

Your whiskey.

Thank you.

That's lovely.

Cheers. Cheers.

Now come and tell me all about San
Vincenzo.

Hello, McGill.

News travels fast, eh?

Message came for you as soon as I put
the phone down.

Ambassador 3131.

Ambassador 3131.

It's Gilcricht, then.

Who's speaking, sir?

It's McGill. Just tell her McGill.

One moment, please.

You have my message?

That's right. That's why I'm calling.

How was Naples?

Was it amusing?

Oh, yeah.

Naples was very prosperous.

I have a bit of work for you.

Nothing big, but it might be
interesting.

Interesting in connection with your
business or your former husband's?

Come over and we'll talk about it.

I'm pretty tired.

You could rest here.

That'll cost you 25 pounds for a
consultation.

Make it 15.

Pleasure not to have to work for you
again, ma 'am. Oh, don't be hasty,

Twenty -five.

Okay, but I have to clean up first.

I'll see you later.

Mavis!

Home is the hunter.

Sure.

Champagne, seven caviar, the worst.

Oh, wait, your money.

I've pulled up a deal.

Deal? Yes.

Blood.

What sort of a deal?

A big one.

Straight, isn't it? Yes, I never broke
the law.

I have my code.

For all the good it's done me.

Champagne for the lady.

Drink that up before it gets flat. What
are we celebrating?

Something that's going to put me on my
feet again.

Put me where I belong in the world.

It's all set, is it?

Yes, she only needs three days to think
it over.

She? Don't worry.

Strictly business.

Oh.

And she'll do it. She'll have to.

How long ago was it I came to see you
for a run?

Two weeks, was it?

You don't know me yet. Not really.

I was somebody once.

And I will be again.

George!

Aladdin's Cave, what is your wish?

Captain Kershaw here.

Oh, hello, Captain. Ready to buy?

I'll have the money in three days.

Good.

You'll keep the paintings reserved?

Yes, I think I can promise you that.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Mavis, it's going to work.

You won't have to store shillings in
that old cupboard of yours anymore.

We're going to be rich.

The man you want me to find is an old
soldier who took part in the battle for

the monastery of San Vincenzo.

And he's in a mental home or institution
of some sort now?

Efficient as ever.

That's not much to go on.

Well, I guess he's in the London area.

Well, don't you know his name?

But that's what I want you to find out,
darling.

My fee's usually 300 a week plus
expenses, but you I'll charge double.

Oh, for old times' sake. This is just a
routine job.

Who is he really, Gilchrist? What does
he have that you want so badly?

Real estate?

Antiques? I wish I could tell you.

I'm just an agent representing someone
else. All very confidential.

I see.

He's as harmless as I am, I assure you,
McGill.

Here's the British.

Here's the monastery of San Vincenzo.

It's an American show, of course, but
the diversionary attack by the British

vital to the operation. You can see
that.

I can't.

Then I hope you'll stress it in your
book.

How many British soldiers were involved?

Fifty went in.

Thirty -two came out alive.

The survivors.

We're in a dwindling band.

1966, only 13 names.

We'll lift it rather late if we want to
start collecting reminiscences.

But there must be some who don't make it
to these reunions.

If they can manage it under their own
steam, they generally do.

Well, are there any who can't? No.

Except Foley, of course.

Who's that?

Sergeant Foley.

He's in a home now. He's no good to you.

I know.

He's ill.

You know, in the head.

It started after the war, but it's got
much worse this last year or two.

Do you mind if I take this with me?

Oh, by all means.

But I'm not going to let you go without
a fight.

A what?

A battle.

Oh. All right, Mick. I'll put him down
there.

OK. Darling.

Any particular battle you want to fight?

You're a medicum.

Yeah? Up to you.

Bunker Hill.

And then he asked me if I wanted to come
up to his flat for coffee.

So I said to him, if you're thinking
what I think you're thinking, you've got

another thing coming.

There's someone at the desk. I'll call
you back, all right? Bye.

Did he have another thing coming?

I beg your pardon?

Was he thinking what you were thinking?

Did you want something?

Your name, please.

McGill. I'd like to see Mr.

Foley.

One moment, please.

I'd like to offer you some coffee.

Have you ever had any good old country
coffee?

Room 34 down the corridor. First lift,
second lift.

You don't like coffee, do you?

Yeah?

Mr. Foley?

Yes?

My name's McGill. Oh, pleased to meet
you.

Should I know you, sir?

Please, don't be offended.

My memory's not what it should be.

Well, we only met once briefly during
the war.

Where? At the Battle of San Vincenzo.

Oh, well, I'm delighted to see you.

But, frankly, I don't remember.

Well, it's been a long time.

Yeah, well, time's very difficult for
me.

Please, sit down.

I, uh, wish I could offer you something.

Do you like my picture?

Yeah, it's nice.

It's not nice.

Not nice at all.

Not like the real girl.

Well, she looks good to me.

She was with me for years.

Never married.

Didn't have a family.

Wasn't much good as an artist.

But I had her.

And now I'm worried about her.

Well, I wouldn't worry. She'll probably
be all right.

I hope so.

You know, I dream that one morning I'll
wake up and my memory will have

returned. Time will mean something to
me.

I'll go home.

She'll be waiting for me.

I'll be with her again.

Smoke?

Oh, no, nothing.

How do they treat you around here?

Can I get anything for you?

Oh, no, no, I'm very comfortable, thank
you.

Well...

Can I do anything for you, girl?

Girl?

You don't understand.

My girl's not real.

Not the way you mean.

The girl turned out to be a painting.

My dear McGill, what painting?

Don't play games. You lied to me.

No, no.

It's true I didn't take you completely
into my confidence.

You better start now.

I'm feeling generous.

I was considering offering you 1 ,000
pounds for locating the picture.

And 10 % of its market price.

You wouldn't take advantage of a lady.

Sure I would.

So you better make up your mind.

I already have.

You know I want you.

You do?

You better tell me what I'm looking for.

Didn't Foley?

No.

You're being less than candid.

True.

You like her?

The Botticelli head of Venus.

Doesn't belong to you.

The monastery gave me an option to buy.

Religious orders nowadays need money
more than missing decorations.

What about old man Foley?

He has no legal claim.

Anyhow, a masterpiece of this magnitude
can never really belong to anybody.

So maybe to you?

To us, darling, if you do your job.

Miss Fletcher? Yes?

May I talk to you a second?

I don't have any rooms available just
now. If you care to leave your name?

No, it's not about rooms.

I'm a friend of Mr.

Foley's. Would you mind if I come in?

Yes.

He said he used to live here.

Oh, well, I have meant to visit him. I
really have, but I've had my hands full

here. The whole house full of tenants.

What's that mean to do?

Well, he wants me to pick up his things.

What do you mean, things?

Well, he said that he asked you to look
after his personal possessions.

Well, who are you, anyway?

McGill's my name.

Now, what about his clothes and
drawings, paintings, things like that?

you store that stuff?

This isn't a warehouse, you know.

Oh.

Did you sell everything?

Well... Was I supposed to keep all that
trash?

I haven't done anything wrong.

I didn't say you did.

Just tell me where you sold it and what
you sold.

And I'll just go buy it back for him.

Well... Listen.

It's very important to me.

Well, the clothes I gave to the rag and
bone man, that's all they were good for,

and the art stuff I threw out. Just a
mess of rags and turpentine.

His paintings, too?

Nasty things.

Terrible pictures.

Oh, girls.

You know what I mean.

Nudes? That's right.

About a dozen of them. He had lots of
nice pictures, too.

Then just before he left, he painted
over them, all of them.

Just drew a bunch of nasty girls.

And what did you do with them?

I sold them to French's shop down the
street.

Well, poor Mr Foley's not coming back
anymore. We all know that.

And I got 22 quid for the pictures.

It's not bad.

No, it's not.

It's pretty good.

Ah, here we are. November last year.

Eleven paintings, nudes, unsigned.

£2 for the pictures, £20 for the frames.

Where are they now?

Well, I sold them to another dealer,
Aladdin's Cave.

He gets very good money for frames.

Aladdin's Cave.

Excuse me, but is that all you wanted?

Yeah. Oh.

Oh, I see, I see.

Hand me that.

Oh, yes, certainly, sir.

One pound six.

Shall I wrap it? Why not?

Where is Aladdin's cave?

83 Serum Street.

But you won't find them open today, if
that's what you're thinking about.

They're not so hungry for business as to
open on Saturday and Sunday. Unless, of

course, it's something vital.

If it's something special, I could get
hold of them.

No, it's nothing special, thank you.

Your parcel.

Keep it.

Yes, but I'm wrapping it up. Well, go
ahead. Finish wrapping it for yourself.

It's from me to you.

From me? Yeah.

I just couldn't resist dropping in to
see you. Do you know Martin?

Martin, this is McGill. How do you do?
Martin's taking me to a cocktail party

just around the corner.

Oh, darling, make yourself a drink or
something.

I'm furious with you.

I haven't heard from you.

What about the picture?

What about it?

Well, where is it?

It's in the shop.

Well, why don't you get it?

The shop's closed for the weekend. I'll
pick it up Monday.

That's two days.

Well, if I made a fuss about it, they
would know something was valuable there.

Well, you could have told me.

And you could let me alone and let me do
this job my way without interfering.

Remember, I am still paying you.

How can I forget it?

Well, what are we talking about?

Oh, darling, do me a favour.

Yes? Get loft.

You're extremely kind of you.

Just going to see me on a Sunday would
have been enough, but you didn't have to

bring all this.

I won't see you there.

Amber, zinc white, yeah.

Yeah, I do prefer that.

I'm looking for her.

Is that it?

I can't blame you.

Beauty.

Not flat and lifeless.

Not like this copy.

Not like this at all.

You can't hide it forever.

Not forever.

Won't live that long.

It doesn't belong to you for me. I saved
her life once.

Anyway, she'll never belong to anybody
else. Not after what I've done.

You've only painted over it.

I'm no match for you, sir.

I know enough to know that she doesn't
belong to me and that, well, maybe

got a right to her, but please don't
expect me to help you.

Don't expect me to accept gifts.

Thanks all the time. Oh, Wade, just at
least keep the materials.

No.

Are you sure you won't change your mind?

Don't feel badly about it.

I'm not upset.

I'll tell you one thing.

No matter what you do, or anybody else,
I shall be with her eventually.

I couldn't bring her here.

Couldn't take the chance.

But I shall be with her again.

You see.

I'll soon be out of here.

Feeling much stronger.

Well, that's good for me. I hope so.

Sir, please.

Oh, don't be offended.

My memory.

What is your name?

Hello, George.

Hello, Mavis.

Hungry, love?

Not very.

Still thinking about your big deal?

It's going to happen.

How about some soup?

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Do you good?

Were you looking for a job today?

No.

Everybody's got to work, dear.

Yeah, well, I worked all my life and
succeeded in accumulating less money

had when I started.

Jack came to see me just now.

He gave me some money.

Believe it or not.

What do you mean?

What kind of a chap? What are you
talking about?

Really?

You're asking me questions and giving me
money.

What kind of questions?

About old Foley.

You remember before you came, Foley
lived upstairs.

What did you tell him? What's the matter
with you?

You told him about those paintings.

Yeah, that's right. So what? Listen, he
gave me four pounds altogether.

Mavis, you're a fool.

Don't be like that.

What did you tell him? About the...
What's his name?

Mr McGill said he was staying at the
Gardens Hotel.

And if I was to think of any... Where
are you going?

To find out what you've done to me.

Well, I haven't done nothing to you.

Here, what are those old paintings to
you, anyway?

Everything.

Sir, Miss Gilchrist is not at home. I'll
wait for her.

I'm afraid that won't be possible, sir.

Where will she be at home? I have no
idea, sir.

She told me to come back. She must be at
home. My instructions are not to use.

I did not.

Henry! Miss Gilchrist!

Here, let me get by. I told you Miss
Gilchrist was not at home.

Come on, please, sir.

This is a matter of life or death.

She said no.

Don't come back.

Excuse me, Mr. McGill's room, please.

Hello?

This is McGill.

Listen.

You stay away from those paintings.

Who are you?

Those paintings are mine.

Just stay away.

Wait a minute, buddy. I'm working for
somebody that says the painting's

Maybe we'd better get together and talk
this over.

There's nothing to talk about.

If you don't, I'll kill you. Remember
that. I'll kill you.

out of that.

I'll be ill for a week, a man of your
age.

And you've been drinking.

Charlie went.

Nothing much happened.

Your big deal went wrong, didn't it?

She lied to me, lied to me, cheated me.

Oh, that's too bad, love.

Still, something else will come along.
You'll see.

Nothing else.

This was it.

The big one.

You've got to help me. What can I do?

I want 200 pounds.

200? You might as well say 2 ,000. Oh,
you've got it.

Don't be ridiculous. Everybody knows it.
Oh, that's just silly gossip, George.

No, no, no. 200, that's all.

200 would make 50 ,000.

Oh, don't be...

Those paintings you sold, maybe. One of
them's very valuable.

What? Those dirty little things?

Yes.

I know where they are.

In the second -hand shop?

They've travelled since then.

Is that why you come here?

Yes,

of course.

Why have you moved in with me?

Because you knew Foley.

Just to look for those pictures.

Yeah.

One of them is very valuable, maybe.

He said you had some feelings for me.

Oh, you know I have.

Feelings for my house, my money.

No, no, no, it isn't just that.

Making a fool of me.

You were an officer, you were a
gentleman, all the things you were going

for me.

Well, I will, if you'll help me.

I'll tell you something.

I didn't believe a word of it.

But I didn't expect to be appreciated.
Oh, my baby, please,

listen. Just for a picture.

Well, all right, then. If it's a picture
you want, go and live with it.

I've got to have that money.

No.

Give me the keys to that cover.

No.

Give me the keys to the cupboard.

What do you expect?

As a fortune, that's it.

Never had any of that.

All my life.

Always cheap.

Always degraded.

Always in the garbage.

Where is she? If you please.

I'll announce you. You better hustle.

McGill, I don't remember making an
appointment.

My second husband used to break down
doors.

It was the only thing about him I liked.
Get out of here.

Get out of here.

So? A man just threatened to kill me.

I'm not a man. Now, who's after me?

In that way, I haven't the faintest
idea. Listen.

I personally find you rather attractive.

A bit morose, but fascinating.

A man just called me and told me that
that painting was his. And if I didn't

stay away from it, he was going to kill
me. Now, who would that be?

I don't know.

Who tipped you off about Foley?

Oh, hand me my robe, please.

You'd better get out of here.

Now, listen, I'm a little touchy about
being double -crossed and killed.

I'm going to forget you're a lady in a
second.

Well, there is a man who might feel I
dealt rather unfairly with him.

Who?

His name is Kershaw.

He was at San Vincenzo, too.

So he came to you and made a deal.

You hired me and cut him out.

Business?

Where does he live?

Bateson has the address.

You still work for me.

Well, the price has gone up. It's 50 %
now.

We have a deal.

Had. I can get that painting for you in
a few hours. Either want it or you

don't. I'll call the police.

Then you'll never see the painting.

Oh, you're a louse, darling.

Business, honey.

McGill got by you. Well, you surprised
me on the stairs.

Would he get by you again?

No.

I want you to go after him.

Anywhere he goes, you go.

Watch him.

He's picking up a painting.

I'm to take the painting from him?

Certainly you're to take the painting
from him.

I might have to rough him up a little.

Rough him up a lot?

And Henry, if you have a friend, take
him along.

Just in case McGill surprises you again.

I'm sorry to have to bother you this
way. Mr. McGill, I can't see you. I'm

looking for Kershaw.

What's he done?

He does live here.

Oh, please.

Those clothes there are his.

He's a scratcher. Slow down.

You're going to have to see a doctor.
I'll go later.

Oh, you go now.

Now, where is Kershaw?

Are you the police?

No, but I'll call him if I have to. I
don't know where he went.

He doesn't mean any harm. Things just
happen to him.

He has bad luck.

He's a very dangerous man.

Desperate. Well, that makes it worse.

Well, he thought he was going to be able
to start a better life.

Have a lot of money.

Well, that's a good beginning.

Especially over something that doesn't
even belong to him.

Does it belong to you?

No. Well, how does that make you any
better?

It doesn't.

But I haven't stabbed anybody.

Well, he didn't mean it.

Everything just goes wrong for him. Some
people are like that.

Anybody else talk to you about that
picture? Except Kershaw and myself?

No.

If only George had told me from the
beginning. I could have helped him buy

I got enough money in the bank.

I was so angry.

Maybe I should have given it to him
anyway.

Listen,

you stay in this house and you lock that
door.

What do you think, Captain Kershaw?

I don't know.

Well, if you do, tell him to come home.

You're pretty good, Miguel.

You tending your own business, or are
you representing Miss Gilchrist?

I'm doing my job the same way you are.

I don't know how to interpret that.

What do you say?

Never mind.

Look, if you're going to tag along, you
might as well come with me.

Anything you say.

Yes, sir.

By all service, sir, do you recognize
him?

Yes, sir.

I'm very good at this sort of thing.

Keep me here.

I came with you to find her.

And you will.

Where are we going then?

Oh, we're almost there.

Hey, how much is this picture worth?

About a hundred thousand pounds.

That's a lot of loot.

Hey, maybe we could do a deal.

I mean, Miss Gilchrist doesn't need all
that money, does she?

Yeah, that's right, Henry.

Maybe we should work something out.

She must be here somewhere.

Which one? Well, look carefully. You
painted over her.

Which one is it? Listen, Sergeant.

The enemy may be here any minute now.

Our only chance of rescuing the girl is
for you to remember.

Now, you had 11 paintings. One of them
was the girl.

But you painted the nudes over them to
protect her.

It meant she must be here. One of these.

I can't think. What time is it? I could
have bought the whole lot for 200

pounds. I don't understand. I want to go
back.

That picture would be about this size.
Is this it? I don't know.

Is this the one?

I can't think.

I can't think. Come on, think. I can't,
I can't.

I can't think.

Come on, come on, come on. Please. Come
on, think.

I can't think. Think.

It's my head.

Come on, think.

Think. Pressure. Please.

Pressure. Cut it out.

Who are you?

McGill's my name. I'll leave him alone.

Yes, but he'll remember in a moment.
Then we can share.

No, we can't. I've seen an example of
your sharing with Mavis. Yes, I know. I

look after her.

Gilchrist isn't the only dealer. Forget
it. The police are on their way here.

Now, that painting belongs to her.

And to you, I suppose.

Part of it.

Look. It's taken me three weeks to find
this lousy place, but I didn't have the

200 pounds.

But you've got the money to bribe and
connive. So what am I supposed to say?

Go ahead, sir.

After you.

Look, Kershaw.

Now, you've been luckier than you think.

And Mavis won't prosecute you.

You haven't hurt Foley yet.

Now, don't push it.

Hush up!

Kershaw's hidden. Here's his gun. Thank
you, sir.

Is that the girl?

Captain Kershaw was a very good officer.

You have your check.

Not all of it. And I want my 50%. To
share with your new friends, no doubt.

That's right.

And we'll take cash.

My poor McGill.

One pound for the frame.

What do you mean?

See for yourself.

So? A copy. Not even a good copy. Worth
a couple of pounds.

Foley didn't know his trade. I do.

You don't believe me.

I don't know.

Now, where is the original?

I don't know.

Ask the Nazis, the Florentines, the
French, the Moors.

It was stolen sometime during the past
400 years.

And they substituted this?

I'm glad you find it amusing.

How much did you pay the monastery for
your option?

Plenty. Great.

Well, there's two pounds. That ought to
be enough.

You don't want that thing.

It's worthless, I assure you. Is it?