All language subtitles for Man in a Suitcase s01e25 Property of a Gentleman

Where's Vance? He's on his way He's late

Get your hands off me.

Leave me alone, damn you. Get out.

Why can't you invent a better way of
moving me about?

This place is getting like a
concentration camp. Well, the nurses are

they can.

It's not enough.

Too damn lazy.

Everyone's so bone idle these days to
invent anything useful.

The bed's ready, Mr. Farson.

I'm not getting in. I'm staying here.

Get out.

Where's Vance?

He's coming, Father.

He's late.

Ah, here he is now.

James.

Chester, how's my rural patient?

You're late.

It is 54 miles from Harley Street.

I bought you a fast car.

I'm going to walk it.

James has a busy practice, Father. We
should be very grateful.

What is it?

Is it money you want?

That's unfair, Father. The only thing
unfair is... Me having to sit here like

some sort of stuffed dummy.

Well? I have heard worse in many a
chest.

Don't you flannel with me, James.

I don't pay you the earth to have you
feed me fairy tales.

James is a professional man, Father. Of
the highest possible reputation.

Does he know what he's doing?

Oh, do you?

Now you listen to me.

All of you.

I haven't long.

I know that.

But... You're not going to let me die.

Not yet.

Then we must rely on James, mustn't we?

It's up to you to as much as James.

I brought you up to honour agreements
once you made them.

Now going back, now going soft, I have
to be kept alive.

Chester, I give you my word.

Oh, never mind about that. Give me the
paper.

Now get out. Go on.

Get out, all of you.

James.

I think we ought to know.

Is he going to be tricky?

Very. How long has he got, do you think?

Hard to say.

Could have an attack any moment.

We'll see you in a minute in the drawing
room. Moran will get you a drink.

Morning, Graham.

Morning. Morning.

I think we should have a look at Mr.
Fasten.

Yes, indeed.

We are not at our best today, are we?

£6 ,000. £7 ,000.

£7 ,000.

£7 ,000.

£8 ,000. £8 ,000.

£8 ,000. £9 ,000.

£9 ,000. £9 ,000.

£9 ,000. £10 ,000.

£10 ,000.

£10 ,000. £10 ,000.

It's yours, sir.

Coming up now, the property of a
gentleman.

I tell you, I know that painting.

He painted a lot of apples, didn't he?

I haven't seen it often enough. I grew
up with it.

It's been hanging in the hall ever since
I was that high.

I think I'm crazy, is that it?

Ladies and gentlemen, lot 67, this is
Arnstill Life.

Particularly fine example of Cézanne's
best period.

From Madame Cézanne, it passed direct to
the Bernheim Collection and thence to

the present owner.

May I say £30 ,000?

£40 ,000?

£50 ,000?

£60 ,000?

This exceptionally fine example of
Cézanne's middle period standing at £70

That picture was stolen.

Oh, it's a fake.

Madam, I must warn you.

I know that picture.

What I'm saying is true.

Notwithstanding the interruption, ladies
and gentlemen, it's always a place for

the amateur art critics.

Now, may I say 80 ,000 pounds?

Thank you, sir. 80 ,000 pounds.

90.

100.

100 ,000 pounds.

110 ,000 pounds.

The bid is in the centre of the gallery.

110 ,000 pounds.

It's yours, sir.

It didn't do too much good, did it?

You want to wash your hands of the whole
thing? No, I didn't say that. But none

of those guys in there thought that
painting was a phony or a hot.

And most of them are experts.

And that pedigree... You mean the
provenance?

Yeah, it's all in the catalogue. Oh,
except the name of the seller.

Well, I guess I could ask.

While you wait for me outside, I'll ask
and see who did it.

Well?

In his typically English way, he said
that he wasn't at liberty to reveal the

identity of the vendor.

But that pedigree... Provenance.

Provenance. That's straight.

So you don't believe me?

Father would never sell that painting.
Never.

It's hardly as though he needs money.

Why should he turn against me? Stop it.

After all these years, without any
explanation.

I think you'd better see for yourself.
Where's your car?

It's in my apartment.

Look, we've paid up.

Is there a garage around here anywhere?

What's up, then?

I have a flat.

Got a long walk, then, don't you?

Come to see my father.

Now, you know our orders.

But you know who I am.

Yes, and I'm not to let you through.

Gerald.

Gerald, what in heaven's name is going
on?

Please explain why I'm knocked out.

Don't blame me. Father gives the orders.

But why me?

I know it doesn't make sense, but he
won't have you near him. And once he's

up his mind... But why?

I've a right to know.

Jane, you don't help yourself or anyone
else by making scenes, either here or...

Yes.

Oh, forget it, but you may as well face
up to it. He's sick, he's old, and he's

not himself. Surely you can indulge him
a little.

Indulge him?

He refuses to see his own daughter.

I don't want to upset you or anyone
else, but at his age... I'm sorry, Jane,

there isn't any more to say.

It was the most unpleasant scene. It was
Jane.

She's making things very difficult. Now,
look here, Father.

Oh,

no.

Hey, you want to earn a quid or two?

I could ask that chauffeur to help, but
I don't think he would want to get his

hands dirty.

What do they keep over there, anyway,
the crown jewels?

One of the first times I've ever seen a
Rolls Royce turned away from any place.

You're very interested, aren't you?

Yeah, a little bit.

Want to make some more?

All depends, isn't it?

Very nice.

Mr. Charles and I have called you
together to thank you most sincerely for

you've done for Mr. Farson and to make
it quite clear that none of you will be

redundant.

Moran, you and Mrs. Bailey, Claire and
Nancy will be joining

my staff in Hampshire.

Jane, you and Tom and Percy will be
going to my brother's house in

Now, I know that none of this surprises
you, but...

You will be going today.

This afternoon, in fact.

Everything has been laid on.

Only Cook will be staying on here.

Can't we say a final word to the master,
sir? I only wish it were possible.

Unfortunately, Mr. Farson is far too ill
to be disturbed.

Only Dr. Vance and Nurse Jennings will
be allowed into his room.

Thank you.

May I assure you that you are all very
near to my father's heart.

My brother and I will convey your
feelings to him.

Mr. Gray.

Mr.

Gray. Oh, how am I?

Oh, I must have fallen asleep.

Time passes so slowly in here.

Mr. Gray, you are on.

On?

You don't mean... Yes, this afternoon.
He passed away in his sleep.

Oh, but I'm not really...

My moustache? Not really.

My moustache!

I am needed at this moment, Mr. Gray.

I mustn't disappoint my audience.

In a long, full life, devoted to the
boards, I have never yet missed a cue.

I'm fully aware of your distinguished
theatrical career, Mr. Gray. What

me is whether you're prepared for this
particular role.

Every actor worth his salt, Mr. Farton,
needs time.

Time, sir.

Time to perfect.

A gesture here.

Time to perfect an intonation there.

You're too damn lazy.

Everyone's so bone idle these days. No,
not now, Mr. Craig, please.

stage, and all the men and women merely
players. They have their exits and their

entrances, and one man in his time plays
many parts. Mr. Gray.

The last scene of all that ends this
strange,

eventful history is second childishness
and mere

oblivion. Sans teeth, sans eyes.

One's taste.

Please use this one.

So, you are McGill?

That's me.

I didn't know we were having company.

Makes a nice surprise for you, then,
doesn't it?

Gerald Farson, Jane's brother. I thought
you saw me when your car broke down.

Oh, yeah, it's all coming back now.

Now, what can we do to help you?

Scotch on the rocks, please. Don't make
the large one, will you?

Ever since she was at Rodin, my sister's
been prone to exaggerate.

So, why are you paying him to keep her
out?

Have you known...

Any old men, Mr. McGill.

Really old.

They're changeable, unpredictable.

Well, I don't know. That depends.

Anyway, Jane believes that you and your
brother are trying to keep her out.

Why on earth should we want to do a
thing like that?

For whatever he leaves.

Who to?

How much?

No, Mr. McGill.

We've all had our shares, all three of
us, years ago.

Father gave us six million between us in
equal shares. Jane's a millionaire.

She mentioned the fact that she had a
little piece of the estate.

So where is the deep -laid plot?

It has to do with that painting.

She believes it's her father's. She
believes it came from the house.

And since when did Jane blossom into an
art expert?

Or are you one, perhaps?

No. One Cezanne looks very like another,
Mr McGill. Perhaps you're not aware

that he painted several similar studies.

I see you've been properly brainwashed.

Well, even if he won't see her, he might
at least see you. Or you him.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Wow. Are these paintings original?

Of course.

There are certainly not more than three,
probably not more than two, better

private collections in Europe. Really?

Can you put some light on that, Cezanne?

With pleasure.

Well, it would take an expert to tell
the difference, wouldn't it?

Which obviously you are not.

Otherwise you would have noticed the
brushwork is all a question of impasto.

Now, if you want to meet my father, I
think we'd better hurry.

He regards people who keep him waiting
not only as fools, but enemies.

He'll be offended if he's rude.

Father?

Father? I brought Mr. McGill to see you.

McGill? Yes, he's a close friend of
James.

Why did you bring him?

He's a guest, Father.

I don't seem to be making myself clear.

Since when have you been the arbiter of
whom I should see?

You look here, McGill.

You come here to plead for my daughter.

You're wasting your time. You'd be much
more profitably employed playing snooker

or something, or looking at my
collections, since you are here.

Your son said you had one of the best
collections in Europe.

Oh, did he?

Since when have you set yourself up as a
connoisseur?

You listen to me, Gerald.

When the time comes to realize this
collection, I don't want you relying on

own fool judgment.

You'll leave it in the hands of someone
who knows what he's doing.

We are not thinking of selling, Father.
It has a sentimental value.

Sentimental fiddlestick.

Only one reason to buy a painting.

That's an investment.

The best investment there is.

It's proof against takeovers and
devaluation.

Revolution. All I'm saying is I don't
want you to be tempted into trying your

own arm.

You wouldn't know a Cezanne from a
handsaw.

Your daughter's interested in a Cezanne
like the one you have in the hall.

Brought about 110 ,000 pounds at an
auction.

Did she buy it?

No, she was, uh... Oh, more fool her!

110 ,000 pounds!

Didn't you know mine would be worth
twice as much as that in five years?

Well, that's why she was so upset. She
thought that was yours.

Oh, typical of Jane.

Pat, you're a slapdash, always making
unnecessary scenes. She got that from

mother. Ready, Father, please.

So you're a close friend of Jane's, are
you?

Well, I'm a friend, but I'm not a close
friend.

Friends, lovers, husband of flower
people.

It's all the same these days.

Now, you look here, young man.

Tell my daughter I don't want to see
her.

Precious little sympathy I've ever had
from her or from her mother.

I don't think Mr. McGill's interested in
our family affairs, Father.

If you don't mind, Mr. McGill.

I'll see you later, Mr. Forreston. It's
good to have met you.

Ah, you give my daughter my message,
McGill, and you give it to her straight.

Miss McGill.

I'm sorry about that. It's always
unpleasant washing one's family linen in

public. At least you've seen the
situation for yourself.

Yeah, I think I have something to tell
Jane now.

Look, less her down as lightly as you
can.

It's all in his mind, his age, you know.

You do understand that, don't you?

Well, you know your way out. Logan will
see you to your car.

If you don't mind, I'd better get back.
He's a trifle overexcited. Thank you

very much.

Oh, Mr.

Parson. Well, how was I?

Superb. Oh, too kind.

You went a bit over the top about
Suzanne, though. I do know something

Archana. Oh.

Well, nothing personal at all, Mr.
Farson.

It's all part of the characterization.

You see, I believe that conflict is the
essence of all true drama. Oh, quite,

quite.

But if there should be a repeat
performance, and I sincerely hope it

necessary, just bring it down a bit, eh?
Certainly, Mr. Farson, certainly.

Mr.

Farson, after the first night, as it
were, I wonder if we could indulge in a

little celebration.

The key to that drinks cabinet appears
to be missing.

Oh, we'll celebrate, Mr Gray.

Once the performance is over.

Well? Listen,

I saw that painting. It's still in your
father's house. That, Susanna, at the

auction was my father's. Your brother
told me that that painting was very much

like it, but they weren't the same.

How much do you know about painting,
Jane?

Don't look at me like some rotten
psychiatrist.

It's not me that's mixed up.

Well, that Cezanne is still hanging in
your father's house, and he thinks the

value's gonna double in about five
years, so he's not interested in getting

of it.

You've seen them both.

Was there any difference?

Well, I'm no expert, and I don't have
your photographic memory.

I think you're just wasting your money.

Seems to me he just has some sort of
block against you.

Nothing I can do about that. Why me? Why
not Gerald and Charles? I don't think

he cares about any of you too much.

That's just his manner.

If he was so much against me, why leave
me a fortune?

That's a good question.

McGill, all I'm asking... If his ability
seems, I ought to be there.

Offer you more money.

I appreciate it.

But there's no more job. There's nothing
left for me to do.

Yes, there is.

What? There are two things.

You can take my father a letter, and you
can get me a colour photo of that

Suzanne in the hall.

You really love throwing your money
away, don't you?

Might as well throw a little to me.

Mind if I use your phone?

Well, Logan loves playing the horses. I
think I can catch up with him.

Ah, McGill.

Today, the bookies have doped all my
horses.

Hard cheese.

Uh, boss man's not around today, huh? He
wouldn't be found dead in a dump like

this. He's anti -gambling anyway.

Now, uh, I made no charge for last time.

What? The contact.

Introduction. Oh, well, thank you very
much. So, uh, what do you want me to do

for you now?

Well, I'd like to take another look at
those pictures.

Uh -uh.

You never get in, McGill. The burglar
alarm system's foolproof. I've checked

myself.

That is valuable information.

Well, that's valuable paper.

Yeah, a tenner. Is that all?

That's all that information's worth.
Listen, I'm not trying to hijack the

I just want to get in there and take
another look at those pictures.

But you've already seen them. I want to
see them again, and I'd like to see them

tonight at nine o 'clock.

Nine o 'clock, they say?

Lops!

They should be having some grilled
salmon.

Ripe camembert.

A bottle of old Burgundy. That's what
they should be giving me.

Ah, Charles, my dear boy. What?

Oh, no, Gerald.

didn't it? Yes. No, Gerald, look, you
take all that stuff away.

You tell Cook I'm not interested in
slops.

You've been drinking. What?

Where did you get that?

I have not been dictated to by my own
son.

Oh, you have a sip yourself. It might
make you a little more human. Now, look

here, Mr. Gray. Now, you look here,
Gerald.

One more thing, Gerald.

I'm not a man who changes my own mind.

But, uh, well, I have been thinking this
evening about things I said to McGill.

And after all, Gerald...

The quality of mercy is not strained. I
said some pretty hard things about my

daughter. But a man does yearn after his
own flesh and blood, Gerald.

I want to see my daughter, Gerald!

I want to see her!

Once you're inside, you're on your own.
Come on.

Now close it.

Put the cats back on.

Joe.

You know something?

I think we've got an intruder.

Bonuses all round in the morning.

Who is he? A girl?

I had to see you without your son's
knowing.

I don't know how you got in.

You're obviously a man who gets what he
wants.

I think you're probably as much in need
of a brandy as I am.

It's over there. I hid it in that
cabinet.

Well, go on.

Whippersnappers. They treat me as if I'm
in my second childhood.

I brought a letter for you from Jane.

Well, I can't promise to read it.

She's still upset.

She's pretty hurt, you know.

She just doesn't understand why you
won't see her.

Well, she will in time.

Just something that's not open to
discussion.

You're from America, then, Mr. McGill.

You've been to Los Angeles?

Mm -hmm.

Some of my happiest months in Los
Angeles.

And my most lucrative.

Really?

Well, everybody makes it to L .A.
sometime or another.

Where are you from, then?

Texas. Texas!

Brings back happy memories.

One of my greatest successes in Texas,
Big Spring.

Big Spring?

Well, what kind of successes?

A business deal, business success. I
think of the most successes.

Ah, well, Jane didn't mention the fact
he'd been to the States.

Well, my daughter, Mr. McGill, knows
even less about me than my sons, and

know little enough.

Are you married, McGill?

No.

You'll learn. Some marriages just don't
work out.

That's not something you raised before
the children, but we went through a bad

patch.

That'll be Gerald and the doctor.

Put the light out now. You can get out
through the window.

Is it okay if I bring Jane to see you
tomorrow?

No, no.

But tell her her father never lost his
love for her.

That's what you get for playing the
field,

Logan.

It's identical.

I'm sure it is.

You don't sound so sure about it to me.

Well, where's the difference?

Brushwork and impasto. That's Gerald
blinding you with science.

Well, it's been a long time since I've
been to paint class.

Don't be so superior, Mrs. McGill.

I said you thought it was a strange
setup.

Well, it is. It's sort of like a museum
around there with its own police force.

But then that collection of your
father's is worth a fortune.

Father's been collecting for 30 years.

He's never hired protection yet.

Not that.

There's only one reason for those
guards.

Keep me out.

I wouldn't take that many words.

Listen, he didn't read your letter while
I was there, but he told me to tell

you. He never lost his love for you.

Love?

I'll tell you something, McGill.

That's a word he never used in his life.

Well, he used it last night.

In fact, he seemed quite a bit changed.
He was more mellow.

Unless it was just the brandy.

Brandy? He never touches the stuff.

Listen, he keeps his own...

Private supply hidden away in that
cabinet.

He must be losing his mind.

He isn't, but I can't speak for anyone
else around here.

He was very friendly. He was sociable.
He seemed interested in everything.

Mercenary. Self -centered. Generous at
times.

Sociable never.

He would have talked all night long
about his visit to the States if we

been interrupted.

Never been to the States.

He talked about Big Springs, Texas,
honey, and L .A.

Please, McGill, allow me to know my own
father.

Right before he had me out, he told me
that you knew him less than his sons.

McGill, I have got to see my father.

He's behaving very strangely.

I don't know what Gerald and Charles are
up to, but this whole thing stinks.

Can you fix it? You must.

Look, I couldn't very well just get my
own private police force and bust in

there and do battle with them, could I?
You'd just have to improvise, won't you?

That money just burns a hole in your
pocket, doesn't it?

Do you have any friends that do any
visiting up there?

You're joking.

It's as easy to get in there as
Broadmoor.

Broadmoor? That's an asylum, isn't it?

Oh, wait a minute. There is someone.

Our doctor, Dr. Vance.

Dr. Vance.

Well, where does he hang out?

Just down the evening. I should think
he's at his club.

Sir James is in the dining room, but
he'll come down.

The lady's annex, Miss Fasten, is along
the passage on the right. Would it be

better if we waited out on the sidewalk?

I'm sorry, sir. It's standing orders.

The lady is not admitted except to the
annex.

That's what's wrong with this place.

Oh, thank you, Brown.

Jane, my dear, would you mind stepping
into the lady?

Doctor, we can handle this right here.
We're in a hurry. I just had a phone

from Gerald.

Father's had a relapse.

A relapse? Yes, he might come right
away.

I'm in the middle of my grouse. Come on,
Doctor. We need your help.

Who is this individual?

McGill's my name.

Now, look, if we are going off on what
will probably end up as a wild goose

chase, I insist upon telling the general
before we go. Doctor, will you... I

want to... Get in there before you can
make that call.

Well?

As soon as Logan opens those gates, you
just drive straight to the house.

This is outrageous.

It's touch and go with Mr. Varson in his
present condition. I gave strict

instructions he was not to be disturbed
by anyone.

Doctor, don't mess around now. Just do
what I said and let's get going.

and I need your help.

There's a couple of patients for you,
Doc.

It's McGill.

And a girl.

It must be my daughter.

He brought my daughter to see me.

Forever. I'm lost.

I'm lost.

It's over here.

It has gone.

Oh.

I must have moved it. I wonder why.

Switch on the light and get me something
to stand on.

Yes, sir.

I knew it. It's a copy.

Yes, Jane.

Very clever of you.

Now, hadn't you better come down?

Mr. Gravey.

If that's a copy, then the painting at
the auction was the original.

That's a very good explanation, Jane.
What is it? You've no right to sell.

I didn't sell it.

Well, Father wouldn't.

You knew it had gone. You've just
admitted that.

Where is father?

He's in no condition to see you now.

But I have a right to.

Gerald. Gerald, I must speak to you.

Father!

That's not him.

It can't be. Father's paralyzed.

You're not my father.

Whoever he is, he needs help.

You have forgotten my child.

What? Age can do to a man.

Performance is over, Mr. Gray.

Nobody wants an encore.

Who is this?

No actor could have done this, could
have brought that off. Not with his own

daughter. Well, you fool me.

Oh, yes, but you'd never met Mr. Farson.

That's true, but you never should have
been asked to play this part.

It's the first time, McGill.

First time I've ever let down my
audience.

I think I need a brandy.

I'm quite all right.

Oh, unless perhaps you'd care to join me
in a glass?

Okay, but let's make it later.

Where's Father? What have you done to
him?

Very well.

Come with me.

No, Gerald, no! Don't be ridiculous,
Charles.

I would use violence against my own
brother.

McGill, you're used to this sort of
thing.

Oh,

you left the safety on. No!

Jane.

McGill?

Gerald, I suppose this is absolutely
necessary.

I'm afraid so.

Perhaps you'd like to open it, Charles.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I can.

He died naturally.

We're not murderers. It was all his own
idea.

You know what father thought about this
government?

All governments and all taxes.

Especially death duties.

So he decided to give us our legacies in
advance. But he meant he had to stay

alive for five years. Otherwise they'd
have clobbered us for death duties. A

cool two million. You as well as us.

Well, I'll be.

We did all we could, of course, to keep
him going.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Could have saved us all a lot of
trouble.

What do you mean?

Well, actually, we did consider letting
you in on it.

Personally, I was in favour.

But Father thought you'd be too
squeamish.

Squeamish.

It's like father to let us down.

It's a terrible shame he didn't die on
schedule.

It's all taken care of.

The death certificate will be postdated.

In the circumstances, I may have to
record the actual date of decease.

I run more risk than the rest of you put
together.

And you've been more than handsomely
rewarded for your pains.

But you have broken the agreement.

No one else was to know.

The Cezanne.

Exactly. You were a fool to get rid of
it so quickly, James.

I was free to do with it what I wanted.

It's your father's parting gift to me.

For post -mortem services.

You're certainly not going to Welsh on
us now, James.

I don't think we need worry about
McGill.

Take your pick, McGill.

No, thanks.

I've already been paid.

It's easy money, McGill.

Easier than yours?

Well, I'll tell you what, fella, since
you're being so generous, I can take my

pick? Give me any one. They're all
valuable.

You can hardly go wrong, McGill. There
isn't a painting in the hall worth less

than, in your terms, $50 ,000.

Well?

Oh, very good taste, McGill.

My favourite, Modigliani.

It should fetch at least $100 ,000.

Well, go on, take it down. It's yours.

Okay.

Now, if you don't mind leaving us,
McGill, we have some purely family

to discuss with our sister.

How about that brandy?

How about your painting?

I'll just leave this here for you.

The last scene of all that ends this
strange...

eventful history.

Second childishness and mere oblivion.

I don't think it was wise of you,
Gerald, to give McGill that painting.

I mean, what sort of security is that?

So what do you propose?

How about a funeral service for two?
There's another body in there now.

Another? Not great.

I think it was a natural death, Doctor,
but you better check.

McGill, you must help her.

Please.

Honey, I don't have an icebox big enough
to help you.