All language subtitles for The Protectors s02e07 Goodbye George

Goodbye, George.

Well, Mr. Parton, your son's letters
sound cheerful enough.

There's been a change in him.

Don't ask me to pin it down.

Father's intuition, maybe. But those
letters don't ring true.

He's covering something.

Such as?

I'm not sure.

You notice he doesn't mention George.

Yes, that is odd.

His earlier letters are full of him.
George and I did this, George and I did

that.

Made him a kind of a hero figure.

Yeah, George Millworth.

I have to admit, I never trusted him.

Casper brought him home last year.

I didn't take to him.

Well, Mr. Parton, if I'm going to go
chasing off to Venice, I shall need

something more concrete than that.

Well, my son Casper turned his back on
the family business and went off to

to paint.

I don't begrudge him that. I'm proud of
him, in fact.

Making his own way.

But he also turned his back on the money
his mother left him.

A considerable amount of money.

Close to $3 million.

Now, that money's been in the bank, and
Casper's hardly touched it until three

months ago.

Since then, and don't ask me how I got
hold of these figures, $40 ,000, $28

,000, $30 ,000.

Now, I may just be a suspicious old man,
but to me, this means just one thing.

Blackmail?

My son is in trouble of some kind.

I'd be very grateful if you could find
out exactly what it is.

Who is it? The Contessa di Contini.

Who? If you don't know me, now open up,
dear boy.

I feel it. I definitely feel it.

Fallon, the air positively tingles with
it. Look, I... Not only do I feel it, I

see it.

Flair, colour sense. So basic immaturity
at the moment, but maturity will come.

Yes, it will come. Is this for sale?

No, sorry. Then what is?

Nothing. Oh, you are successful, aren't
you?

And making lots of lovely money.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm busy at the moment.

Busy?

Thinking.

of course. Well, I shall call again,
dear boy.

Perhaps we shall be able to arrange an
exhibition for you. You know, I'm always

prepared to back genuine talent.

That's very kind of you, but I'm...
You're busy.

Yes.

Yes, you're busy.

Oh, by the way, how's George?

George? George Milworth. It was he who
told me about you.

You know him?

Oh, we met fleetingly at a party
recently.

I don't think we're... You haven't
answered my question. How is he?

Uh, George hasn't been around in a long
while.

Oh.

Ciao for now, then.

Ciao.

I tell you that's what she said. She met
George at a party recently.

Well, how could she?

The money, yeah, I'll get the money.

I'll get it, I told you.

Usual place.

You wish to take it with me, Senor
Patton?

No, just give me an envelope.

Of course.

Good afternoon, senora.

And how much money can I squeeze out of
you?

Forgive me.

But you are obviously a woman of wealth
and quality.

I receive many such people, enjoying so
many good things of life, and trying to

solve their consciences by giving
freely.

Giving? To the many good causes we
endeavor to assist.

You wish to contribute?

Well, yes, I thought perhaps a token
amount.

Certainly not as much as Caspar Parton.

He does give you donations, doesn't he?

A very generous man, Signor Parton.

He gives so freely that I think he must
have a very bad conscience indeed.

You were right and you were careless.

The woman you spoke of, she followed
you.

Yes, just left.

No, I shall take care of it. I know a
man who specializes in such things.

It has to be this way.

After all, we don't want anyone to know
what happened to George, do we?

Ladies don't take an automatic to bed.

These are emancipated times. Back up.
Oh, I... I like you.

You've got style.

Take that gun from underneath your
jacket and place it on the floor.

Butt first.

Barney Mailer.

Run a small detective agency.

Oh, I have got credentials. With your
left.

Hand, if you don't mind.

Right.

Why on earth didn't you just knock?

I've got a strong sense of the dramatic.

Besides, I was figuring on searching
your luggage to find out who you are.

I'm working for an insurance agency.
We're looking for...

George Millworth.

Why? Because he's a thief.

He forged some securities covered by my
clients.

I've been following you ever since you
contacted Casper Parton.

Why? Well, this Millworth and he used to
knock around together.

And frankly, I've got nowhere to go.
This case is at its end.

Millworth just dropped off the world a
few months ago.

Nobody's seen him since.

Tell me about Millworth.

Well, he's got a bad record.

Forgery, contracts, blackmail, larceny.

Blackmail?

Does that cross with what you're working
on?

It could.

Help yourself.

No, I haven't touched it for five years.
I've got to... Well, I've got to watch

my weight.

Look, give me a lead. Give me a break.
Now, we'll cross some wires.

Now, I want to know where.

Well...

I think that Caspar Parton is being
blackmailed. Why? By Millworth?

And the girl from the charity appeals.

Of course, what better front for a
blackmailer than a charity organisation

main function is to receive money?

You know, I think I'll case that old
giant over tomorrow.

Maybe tonight.

May I have my gun back?

Help yourself.

Not really, Mr. Moon.

We have identified the man, Contessa.

Indeed, I recognize him immediately.

A criminal with a long history of
violence.

The kind of man you could hire for any
crime.

But you can offer no explanation for
this attack upon you.

No.

Frankly, Contessa, I'm not satisfied
with the answers you have given me.

Oh, I know the kind of business you are
in.

I appreciate there are certain ethics
clients to protect.

I can think of no reason why that man
should have attacked me.

Contessa.

Hello. Hi, Contessa.

I took my own advice.

What do you mean?

Had myself a closer look at the Santa
Pura Charities Appeal. What have you

found? Why don't you come over here and
have a look for yourself?

I'll be waiting.

Oh, I've got a big surprise for you
about the dame who runs this joint.

Police!

It's something serious. Come here right
now. Stop.

Come here right now.

Five corpses.

He drank.

We found him here. He must have drunk.

Hello.

Yes?

You were making an inquiry about one of
our operatives, Barney Mailer.

Yes.

Where can I find him?

It is a great deal, senor. You should
not go unescorted.

I won't be holding on to it for long.

Hello, Casper.

What is this?

Breaking into my studio. I told you I
have nothing for sale.

I won't pretend to be buying paintings
anymore, Casper.

But you mustn't pretend either.

George Milworth.

He is dead, isn't he?

Yes.

And I killed him.

You better tell me about it.

Tell you I'd be glad to.

I've been carrying it around like a
mountain on my back for months now.

I want to tell you.

Tell someone.

George was a thief. Did you know that?

Mm -hmm.

A con man.

He and Maria set up that charity place
for one purpose.

To milk the foolish.

And I was foolish.

and the next victim.

We became friends, George and me, and
then later Maria.

That was the plan, you see. The old
badger game with me in the middle. Sure,

fell for Maria.

And then when I found out she was his
wife.

What? Well, you didn't know that?

Sure.

Maria is Mrs. Millworth. A great team.

So that was the big surprise Barney had
for me.

Hmm?

Oh, nothing. Go on.

When I found out it was all a plan, I
got mad. I had a fight with George.

Right here.

I hit him.

He fell.

He hit his head.

There.

Didn't get up anymore.

Then it wasn't murder.

Look, I killed him. Yes, but
accidentally. You didn't mean it.

No, but... Listen.

You must tell the police.

I plan to.

But there's one thing I have to attend
to first.

Maria.

She found out what I did.

And she's been bleeding me white.

This is the final payoff.

The police are going to be a bit more
sympathetic if I hand them a

aren't they?

She's coming here?

Any moment.

To collect.

This is my party.

I've beat a mouse long enough.

What's going on?

We were just talking.

I had to keep the talking.

Can't handle it alone.

Funnily enough, it was the truth I told
you.

Except for two tiny details.

It wasn't an accident, my killing
George.

And I didn't kill George.

I killed Caspar.

You see, I'm George. Or I was.

I'm Caspar Bartman now.

You get the airline tickets?

Yes.

What are we going to do with her?

Take her out to a nice...

Quiet stretch of canal.

Run, Constance, run!

Bye, Joe.