All language subtitles for Chancer s01e03 Hazard

Want me to drive for a bit?

No, I'm alright, thanks.

Morning like this. Nice to get behind
the wheel.

One good thing.

At least the ruddy car's asleep.

Ingenious, isn't he, old Steve?

Ingenious is one of the words that
springs to mind, yes.

You don't care for him? On the contrary,
I have a great respect for the fellow's

initiative. Certainly got us out of a
corner with this business.

You really don't like him, do you?

I don't have to like him.

He's what we need. He's got fight.

Yes? Steve?

Marcus, it's good to hear you. Get off
the line, I'm expecting a call.

You remember a guy called Albany?

He's head of recruitment here. You met
him at the clay business of last

Christmas. Corpse in a suit.

Listen, there's a vacancy here for a
management consultant stroke analyst at

highest level.

I mean, basically, mate, all you have to
do is turn up shit with a sweaty little

hand and the job's yours.

That's terrific, Marcus. Thank you.

He's that wet you can bloody water -ski
on him. But the situation has changed.

I've booked a table for dinner tonight.

Eight o 'clock. You, me and Albany.

Marcus? Just keep your gob shut about
Transfrontier and he'll be all over you

like a rash.

Marcus, listen, I appreciate it. I'm
very grateful and I should have told you

earlier, but I've made up my mind and...

I don't know what else to say, mate.

It's all cancelled, right?

I'm sorry.

Well, up yours with a bloody cordon
screen.

Goodbye, Martin.

And hello, Joe.

Hello, Stephen.

Come for breakfast or just a few years?
It won't be for long, I promise. One

more load.

Stephen, you look a bit depressed today.
Is there anything I can do? Barge into

your flat or something?

Listen, you're hiding from Bartycard,
big deal. I'm living like a bloody

in Chelsea.

I can't go out, I can't pull the
curtains, I can't eat, I'm bored and I'm

lonely, and every time the lift goes, I
have a heart attack because I think it's

going to be my father.

God, actually, you do look depressed.

God, actually, I am.

Look, OK, my mistake. Edivine me, I'm
not welcome. I wanted you to come round.

What? I wanted you to come round. I've
missed you.

Have you really? No, just kidding.

Come on, what's the matter? Tell me.

I'm not psychic.

Can't sell the flat.

Oh, bum.

As you say, bum.

Been on the market two weeks. Guess how
many people have been round?

None. So what are you going to do?

Well, this afternoon I've got a board
meeting at Douglas Motors, so that'll be

exciting.

Shall I open?

Do what you want.

I'm going to kill myself.

Hello?

No, my friend Mr. Crane isn't here at
the moment. He just popped out to kill

himself.

Can I take a message?

Yeah.

Well, about now. What do you think?

Tell you what, now you're here, you can
give me a hand with Mr.

Goodfellow.

Oh, my God.

When I was here last night, I was
assured my colleague was yours. The

smuggling of military computer software.
It's the agreed procedure, I'm afraid.

If I asked you what was happening, would
I get an intelligible reply?

Deeper question, really. All you've got
to do is say, I love it.

I love it? See? Easy peasy.

Love what?

For the next half an hour, just, I love
it.

Oh, God.

It's a scam, isn't it?

I'm going to get arrested and go to
prison. Oh, come on, Joe, what's the

Don't you trust me?

If Franklin were ever to discover how
his wretched daughter came to be

from her employment, do you know what he
would do?

Come round here with an axe in his hand.

Very probably.

And what do you suppose I would say in
my defence?

You tell him it was my fault.

You're learning.

I'll tell you what Stephen's done with
that check for Douglas Motors. What?

He's given it to Douglas Motors.

Brilliant. Ready?

Please! We are obliged by law... Or, Mr.
Douglas, to restore the vehicles to the

condition... Lord, you know such thing.
These cars are hand -built. I'm not

having just anybody.

As you wish. In that case, the
disassembled parts will be...

What kind of a euphemism is that?

Will be made available to you for
collection when they are cleared by my

department. If you wish, I can arrange
for a collection to be made today.

Can you believe this? It's like talking
to a robot.

He's only doing his job, Robert.

It's possible to do one's job and be a
human being at the same time.

I'm sorry, that was appallingly rude.

You've been very helpful and very
courteous.

I'm just a bit overwrought. I apologise.

Do you think I could possibly use your
telephone?

Well worth a shout.

Hey, right there. Dilly is being brought
back into contact.

Bunch of geriatrics.

Yes, dear.

Forgotten how to run.

That's the problem. State of the nation,
quite frankly.

No initiative.

I mean, people nowadays, they think
enterprise is a place where what's -his

-face lives.

Cock. Your father, he worked damned hard
to guarantee you a private income.

Damned hard.

Hello. This is Norman Atwood speaking.

Sadly, I'm out working on a case at the
moment and unable to speak to you.

But... If you'd like to leave a message,
please do so after the tone.

Edward, if you're there, please answer
the telephone.

It's Robert Douglas.

Look at that!

I really ought to write a letter.

Happy? Page 27. No typographical
blunders so far.

Touch wood.

Have I got credit?

What do you mean?

You know, a dedication.

I'm especially grateful to Miss Victoria
Douglas of Royal College for her

assistance in the preparation of this
text.

She has proved herself a limitless
source of inspiration to me.

And I like to dress up in her clothes.

It's all right. You don't have to laugh.
It's not compulsory.

What are you doing?

I'm getting dressed.

So you're getting dressed. What for?
Where are you going?

I'm going home to a board meeting.

You didn't tell me about it. Well, I did
as a matter of fact, but you weren't

listening, dummy.

What's the matter with you today?

There's something I've got to tell you.

What?

Oh, Tony, please, don't do this to me
now.

It drives me poppy when you start to say
something, then don't. Sorry.

Well, don't say sorry.

Say what it is you were going to say.

Please, I have to drag everything out of
you. It's so wearing.

Oh, well, I can't tell you now.

OK, fine.

Stay. I'll see you later.

Why are you going, Stephen?

This afternoon?

Board meeting, told him.

Answer the question.

I want to consolidate.

I have to get authority really quickly,
otherwise Douglas' motives really will

go down the bog and I'll be left with
just a chain in my hand and the taxman

banging on the cubicle saying, I know
you're in there, Mr. Graham.

Besides, I like Gavin.

I like Robert.

The countryside's full of animals making
a bloody awful racket, but you get used

to it.

I feel like a change.

Bollocks.

Oi, what's the matter with you, Jo?

Oh, God, I knew I had something to tell
you. What?

The only message on my answering machine
that wasn't a call from my father

saying and another thing is a call from
Jimmy Blake. Jimmy Blake as in Jimmy

Blake? Yes. How bizarre.

What does he want?

To interrogate me about Transfrontier
probably and you. He wants me to have

lunch with him today.

Are you going to go?

I don't know.

I was going to ask you what you thought.

Go. Are you sure it's safe?

No.

Well, we won't find out what the
bastard's up to unless you take the

we?

You really do have my best interests at
heart, don't you?

I suppose that's Mr. Goodfellow.

Newbold and Rockwell. Mr. Goodfellow.

Hi.

We're a little out of it. My name's
Parting.

And this must be Mrs. Goodfellow.

Nothing.

All things considered, today is not my
day.

Well, we'll get the insurance.

It's just paperwork.

And time, time, time, time.

I mean, where is Crane? Why did he slope
off back to London like that?

I mean, it is a catastrophe, damn him. I
need him now.

He had some personal business to sort
out.

I don't know what that means.

Well, I just hope he turns up in time
for the board meeting this afternoon,

that's all.

Or I shall not be amused. I was very,
very tempted to mention his name in

connection with the anonymous informer.

That would have been unwise.

Disastrous, but bloody satisfying.

I'm also going to give him a bill for
resurrecting his damn car.

I'm sorry, Gavin, but I think Stephen's
days with us are numbered.

I'm driving.

Now this, this is something seriously
special.

Beautiful, isn't it? Beautiful prospect.

Exquisite. Darling, what do you say?

I love it.

Many people around?

As you can imagine. I should mention at
this juncture that we have received a

number of serious offers.

This is the bedroom.

Yes,

this is the bedroom.

Oh, dear.

Yes, I'm afraid the present occupant
isn't terribly tidy.

Prize nouveau yuppie, I gather. City
money, you know. All jewellery and white

socks. I love it.

Absolute bloody madness. I thought it
all went swimmingly. Buying your own

Great success.

Either the word success has developed a
purely private meaning for you, Stephen,

or I'm missing something here.

Listen, these are the facts.

I have to sell the flat. I'm in a hurry.
Nobody wants to buy it. Enter Mr.

Goodfellow. Mr. Goodfellow is, of
course, socially handicapped and he

actually exist. He does, however, have a
nice little mortgage with a bank that

does. Right?

Don't look to me for confirmation of
this sordid transaction.

Sadly, once Mr. Goodfellow has signed
the contract, he's then going to lose

job. The bank then has no choice but to
repossess the flat in order to recover

the money.

What a scorcher.

That's illegal.

If you're going to be pedantic about it.

But morally, it's completely kosher.

The bank gets the property that's worth
the money they pay. They can always sell

it. All they lose is the extortionate
interest from a 30 -year loan. Serves

right. Bastards. I hate people with jobs
on principle. Which reminds me. Jo, I

want you to buy my car.

What? Granite restoration, recon engine,
ten grand. Come on, Jo, it's a bargain.

What do you say?

How is your lobotomy, Stephen? I need
the money.

No way.

No way.

I'd rather sleep in a drain.

You won't regret it.

Tell you what, Stephen, just get out of
here before I change my mind.

You know how I feel about you, don't
you?

I'm a gullible accessory and the grand
scam that is your life. You wouldn't

hesitate to ditch me if I stopped being
useful to you.

Makes you feel all warm inside, eh?

Something like that.

Back soon.

Try not to sleep with any strange men.
If you do, don't take a check. I need

cash. Yes, dear.

By the way, is it all right if I borrow
your Audi?

Stephen! Did I ever tell you what a
beautiful woman you are? Don't throw

anything valuable!

The melon was very tasty.

You're welcome.

Merci. Le melon avait un très bon goût.

Merci. Le melon avait un très bon goût.

The fish, however, was not satisfactory.

Oh, you bum.

I cannot speak too highly of the
artichoke bottoms.

They really are a revelation.

When do we start?

My dear, just as soon as we've ordered.

The Inquisition.

I am disappointed that you should
suspect my invitation to luncheon of

camouflage for intrigue.

It isn't. Of course it is.

You see, Miss Franklin, I, as they say,
know something that you don't.

Mademoiselle Parkland?

Hello?

If you speak French like you play
tennis, you'd better order your food in

English. How did you know I was here?

Blake's got no imagination.

He's taking you to Le Curatie, because
that's where he takes everybody.

I'm eating. What do you want?

Two things. Just to say thanks for the
line of your telephone, in case you want

to put your hand back.

Also, a confidential word about your big
head.

Oh?

I'm afraid it's... Dropped off or
whatever it is that big ends do.

Stuffed up my chance of getting to
Douglas Motors on time.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Joe, you all right?

I can manage.

One of the great pleasures of having a
decent bottle of wine is having

another one.

Do you speak?

I tend not to.

I'm rather dull.

My dear, either this occasion
deteriorates into an orgy of mutual

or we take the opportunity to talk
sensibly.

Well, if you have beans, Mr Blake, I do
wish you'd hurry up and spill them.

Stephen and I got the bullet because of
Transfrontier. What the hell else do you

want? Well, that was in another country.
Besides, the wench is dead.

Marlowe. Didn't he manage to get himself
stabbed to death in a restaurant?

Petty indiscretions in the past hold no
fascination for me, frankly.

I'd like to offer you a job.

This is the reason I invited you to
lunch.

Pure right, really.

I can never resist a little tease.

I don't think you'd be disappointed with
me, Valerie.

It's completely gone, mate.

Hold your front engine.

It's a relay job.

Where do you want me to take you?

Up to Brom?

Back to London?

Listen,

we are sitting down. We might as well
start the meeting without Stephen.

It's something like an ordinary fashion.
Now, please, Peter and Gavin. Sorry,

Robert. I just feel... May I speak?

I just feel somebody has to represent
Stephen's case in his absence.

Otherwise, it's a witch hunt.

And I don't believe that's dignified or
proper.

Roger should be here himself, shouldn't
he?

Oh, darling. Sorry, Dad.

Lorraine, will you read the minutes of
the previous painting, please?

Here you go, boy.

One with.

One with.

Here, cook up this.

I mean, we're right back where we bloody
started, aren't we?

You're speaking out of turn, Peter. This
is an emergency meeting.

We have a great deal to cover. Bloody
Tojo, Yamochi, that's all down to crane.

He's here ten minutes, bingo. We've lost
50 motors and we've got problems with

the insurance. We've got half a million
pounds in the bank.

And where did that bloody come from, eh?
Fairyland?

Look, that is enough.

This was giving me a headache.

It's enough, Robert. And when are you
going to sack the boogers so that we can

all get down and do a bit of honest work
round here? Stephen, you made me jump.

Ain't seen nothing yet.

Crane's Law, rule number one. The rat
race is only ever a race for rats, so

always make sure you're the guy in the
white coat.

It's a lot less stressful.

I remember an occasion when... Did you
ever play time bomb when you were a kid?

What? Time bomb.

A bunch of you, and you've got a ball,
right?

And you chuck the ball about.

You're not allowed to hog it.

As soon as you get it, you've got to get
rid of him.

Yeah.

Well, in Djibouti, some of the guys used
to get pissed at the Ritz.

There's an Arab bar down on the water.

And then pile out onto the dock and play
time bomb with a hand grenade.

Now, one night... Someone pulled the pin
out.

Was it Jimmy? No, no, no, no. It was an
Arab.

Moo -moo.

Just Jamie and Mumu left in the game.

Jesus Christ.

So, countdown starts.

They just stand like a few feet apart.

See, they'd worked it out, both of them.

This way, it's Mumu gets left holding
the bambino.

So, Mumu cheats.

Last bloody moment, he holds on to it
one beat longer.

Chucks it at Jamie.

Zero.

Jamie catches it.

Smiles.

Like, I don't know.

Oh, you naughty boy, Mumu.

But I'll forgive you just this once.

They're going to need... Didn't go off.

Just didn't go off.

Standard Combat Legion issue.

Doesn't bloody work.

Jamie lobs it back to Moo Moo.

Good game, mate.

You owe me some money.

Bang goes the grenade, rips off Moo
Moo's arm and half his face.

Angel.

It's best that he comes back with us.

I know.

Help us. Who should we be talking to?

Victoria. That's his sister.

She'd be the only one he'd go to.

I happen to know her address offhand.

Let's think about something else.

Got it.

Wait a minute, how about this?

We chuck the parts back here, bang out a
circler to anyone who's ever bought a

leopard, saying, you need parts, we can
get them to you, mail order.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Or do all your circlers have to be
handwritten?

The point is, Stephen, the bodywork of
one leopard won't quite fit another.

And if the punters don't tailor it
properly, the cars will fall apart.

Your after -sales service is too good.
It's preventing you from selling cars.

There's a door over there, Mr Crane. I'm
speaking.

Crane's law, Robert. Rule number one. If
you sit on the fence too long, the

palings will go up your bum.

Take a risk or die.

One thing I'd like to know.

You raised half a million pounds on the
strength of our reputation.

Why is it not possible for you to do the
same again?

Wrong question.

Bye.

Listen, this is mine.

Great.

It should be next.

Right then.

Good luck.

Cheerio, Liz.

You're a little wonder, darling.

Bless you.

Don't know if she believed us.

What does it matter?

Silly bitch.

Right, let's go to Oxford, get ourselves
an education.

Better be the right bloody stuff this
time.

We got Alan?

Not long.

Don't even know if he got here.

He could still be in Paris.

He's here, all right.

If he isn't here, he will be.

Soon.

My teeth are tingling.

It's a fact.

Marcus, please, please forgive me for
doing this to you, but you've got to fix

up Albany for me again.

Tonight. Can you do it?

I want the job.

Whatever it is, give it to me. What do
you want? A word.

Too late. What time?

I'll be there.

Marcus, did I ever tell you what a
beautiful woman you are?

Much, much too late.

You asked for my help. I gave it to you.

I really like this place. I'm happy
here. You've dumped all over me, and now

going. I didn't come up here to beg you
to stay.

Good.

Flowers. No, I was just curious.

How did you get the money?

What, you really want to know?

Yeah, I want to send a bouquet, please.

Pink. Anything pink.

I nicked it.

Off my ball.

Idiot. Who is?

I am.

Bloody idiot.

Why? I didn't let him have his say.

I think he said quite enough.

Perhaps I'd better have a word.

I have to go in a minute.

Well, walk with me, will you, darling?
I, um...

I require a small favour.

Can I drive it?

Huh?

Is it at all possible to drive this car?
It's a simple question.

No. It's a simple answer.

You off then, Stevie?

I should be so lucky.

So should we.

What's your name again?

Lunchbox. Careful, Lunchbox.

Very, very careful if I were you.

What?

Norman Atwood.

Yeah, well, as I say, he's a peculiar
cove, but I think you'd be very helpful

him. Gavin.

Have you seen Stephen?

Has he gone?

No. No, I don't know.

Why didn't you tell me all this was
going on?

I am telling you. I mean, the foreign
legion, for God's sake. Yes, I know.

I... I just... It's the first intimation
that he's even alive.

Oh, God, he makes my blood sing.

If you'd stay tonight, Victoria, I could
tell you more about it.

I can't.

I'm really sorry, but I can't. Dad!

If Jamie does get back to England, he's
not going to come here. You know that,

don't you?

I'm not out!

Not in my house!

Finish Jamie.

I'll always be finished, Dad.

I thought I'd missed you.

Stephen!

Could I have a word, please?

Look, I think it's inevitable. You and I
get a lot of horns from time to time.

Our perspective on things is very
different.

Personally, I believe that one's
fundamental beliefs should be

you don't.

I don't either.

Look, I just want you to know that as
far as I'm concerned, you still have a

position with this company, if you want
it.

I'll bear it in mind, Robert.

Thank you.

Can I stop you for a lift?

To London.

Nice one.

No, sorry, I'm going to Oxford.

Yeah, well, it's kind of near London,
isn't it?

No. So kind.

Just get me out of here, please.

Are you giving Stephen a lift, Victoria?

Yeah. That's very kind of you. Thank
you.

See you, Atwood toy. For me.

Dad, back, Atwood.

Sounds like a complete moron.

Get rid of him or he'll piss you.

Um... Be quiet.

Yep, it's right here. Turn right.
Campbell, turn right.

Do you ever get the feeling you're not
100 % in charge of your destiny?

Obviously not.

Instead, I thought, what way is the bar,
Oriel Collie?

Piper, McGahee, Douglas Jr.

If a secret has been kept from Douglas
Sr., as he believes, then it has also

been kept from the world at large.

Therefore, the secret lies in the
private history and relationship.

Of these three.

Atwood.

Robert Douglas here. Please answer yes
or no. Have you made any progress

whatsoever in tracking down my son?

No. I think honesty is the best policy,
Mr. Douglas.

I hate the aristocracies. They're so
bloody pompous.

The boy doesn't want to be found,
therefore the boy can't be found. It's

simple as that.

It's a pub.

My God, so it is.

I hope you're not going to make me late.

I might do.

You see, Mr. Crane, I'm the man in the
white coat.

I can do what I like.

Call me Ratty.

Glasses off, please, Mr. Piper.

Return from Africa via... Paris.

I wrote my journey from Schwartz Day.

Business trip?

Business and pleasure.

May I ask the nature of your business?

Sales representative for a British
manufacturing company.

Sports cars?

Douglas Motors?

Leopards?

Thank you, Mr. Piper. Welcome home.
Next.

My father thinks very highly of you, you
know.

Mind you, he also likes cold ravioli out
of a tin.

I like your father very much.

No cynical curlicue?

Couldn't eat another thing.

Tell me about Jamie.

Wrong questions, you would say.

Is he dead?

Getting wronger.

I just want to know.

It has occurred to me that your old man
only wants me around until his blue

-eyed boy shows up, all prodigal and
conveniently 21, then I'll be out of my

ear. Stephen, I don't know what effect
you're trying to create, but I wish

stop. Just something I've got to take
into account tonight.

I'm going to be offered an excellent
job, and I'm going to take it.

And a big part of the thrill is that I
suspect it's going to screw up a Douglas

family plot to double -cross me.

You're out of your mind.

Am I? I wonder. Why don't you just tell
me the truth?

Is Jamie dead?

Yes.

Well, I know.

Now, you're going to drive me back to
London because I haven't got time to

about on British Rail.

Am I?

You are.

Now, I'm just going to pop in here to
freshen myself up, and then we go.

English call box?

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep,
beep.

The teeth are never wrong.

So what's the deal now?

Stick around here?

Get to know Victoria?

Or... Hello, Juicy Lucy, remember us?

The deal is... We have a drink.

A little drink.

And think about it.

It's what she does with the suitcase
There we

are

It's

love

I'm going to get you a napkin for that
saucer. It's kind of sloppy. Oh, it's

okay. Stop fussing.

I don't know why we had to get here so
early.

I just hate hanging around.

You want anything from the newsagent?
No, no, I'm okay.

Okay.

You stay here and keep an eye on this
stuff. I'll be right back. Yeah, yeah,

sure.

Lloyd!

All right, sit here. See this, Donna?
Yeah? Now run. Run.

Oh.

But if you say this is yours.

My wallet.

Jesus.

I saw him pick your pocket. Well, my
friend, you saved me a very great deal

money and a lot of trouble. You've got a
simply dreadful conclusion to your

holiday. I'm so sorry.

Where are you going, mate? London, mate.
London.

Where are you going? The wrong way.

London's that way.

Hop on.

So, Jamie, if you're ever in
Philadelphia, be sure and look us up,

certainly shall.

I know. I mean it.

So do I. Thank you. Thank you.

You're here now.

Oops, my goodness.

Thank you. Don't forget.

Go on. Thanks very much. Have a pleasant
flight.

Bye. Bye -bye. What a nice young man.

Sure got lucky there.

Oh,

you're very generous.

Right, that's five pints of bet, four
pints of lager, and a G &T.

And one for yourself.

You all right, darling?

Fine, thanks.

Daddy,

I know it's been a difficult day. Yes,
yes, yes, all right, all right. But

please, don't overdo it. Yeah, yeah,
message received, Penelope, thank you.

Er, Gerald!

Better? No, I'm just tired.

Where's your husband?

Where's Gavin?

Er, he's gone to see a friend of his.

Someone from school.

A schoolgirl, to be precise.

Bloody hell, if I'd give her one.

I'll bet you a little sister, eh? I'll
bet she... I'll bet she goes like a

train, eh?

Oh, I said I think it's going to rain.

What?

Oh, I've died and gone to heaven.

Can't take the pace, eh?

How do you make me feel?

What do I make you feel?

Tell me.

You make me feel blessed.

You're infatuated.

I am not infatuated. You are.

Rose didn't expect.

Sonia, I am not infatuated. Oh, really?

I've never, never felt like this before.

I think about you all the time.

Infatuated. I think about you at times
when I definitely ought not to be

thinking about you.

Do you understand?

It's only sex, Gavin.

Why do you think I'm here like this?

Does it matter?

Yes, it matters to me very much.

Say whatever it is you feel you ought to
say. No, please.

Tell me, why am I here?

You're here because your wife doesn't
understand you.

Oh, on the contrary, she understands me
very well.

Then what?

And I love her, and she loves me.

We're not very happy together.

It's not a particularly unusual
marriage.

Look, I'm here because I'm in love with
you.

Not me.

What?

You're making love to someone else,
Gavin.

I just happen to be here.

What do you mean?

I don't know who it is that you really
want. You?

But it's not me.

Not penning either.

Monsieur Bonsoir. How many?

Three, please.

working. Ah, we must be working several
times.

Cheers. Thanks a lot.

May I use the telephone, please?

No, but I can assure you that Stephen's
credentials are impeccable. He's an

extraordinary man.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

I just want to check that he hasn't
locked himself in his flat.

Something stupid.

Will you excuse me?

He offered me a job.

Did you accept it?

Of course I accepted it. What else could
I bloody do?

He's obviously scared out of his mind my
father's going to get him.

My father had already got him, one of
the two. Christ, when is that man going

leave me alone?

Are you all right?

I have, yes, had a few drinks, if that's
what you mean.

I'm depressed.

Why don't you come back here so I can
take it all out on you, selfish bastard?

I've always been the man in the white
coat, you see.

This is all new to me.

Well, that makes a lot of sense.

I rang Marcus and rearranged to see
Albany tonight.

Hooray!

How's it going?

No idea.

I'm not with Albany. I'm in a phone box.

Where? I don't really know.

Could be Buckinghamshire.

I'm going to go into the motor trade.

How's your friend?

Full of home truth.

Oh, they're the worst.

Drop him.

Think I'll have to try.

The bell's getting a bit raucous for me.

They've got a gramophone there now. They
play all the damn time. They can't let

themselves drink.

Sorry about Stephen.

The surrogate son dimension of our
relationship had not escaped me. I'm not

far steeped in dotage, I can't recognise
my own arterial motives. Don't be

upset, Robert.

I'm sure Stephen was entirely aware of
it, milked it for all it was worth.

Worth quite a bit, really.

James is dead, literally or
figuratively.

Here I am with a bequest to make of
something that I believe is of great

No one to take it from my hands.

That's the thing, you see, I want to
feel the business pass from my hands

the hands of another. I want the
certainty that it's, well, I don't know,

cherished.

Stephen thought I was a gullible old
duffer, surrounded by people.

Too kind or too ruthless to point out
the damage I was doing to the company.

despised me for my sentimentality, my
age, my class, my patrician interference

in the life of the village.

Everything Jamie despised me for.

I can think of no one that I would trust
so completely with the keys to the

company.

back to his natural habitat.

Crane has flown, and I don't suppose we
should ever see him again, so there we

are.

Where the hell is he?

Crane! He's in the telephone box.

Somewhere in Buckinghamshire,
apparently.

What?

He appears to be perfectly happy there.

That's lovely. Thanks a lot.

I'll just be one minute.

Yes, sir?

Would you be so kind as to take this
message to Miss Victoria Douglas,

Who is it?

Porter, madam.

There's a Mr. Crane asking for you at
the lodge.

Oh?

What does he want?

Well, he says there's a £35 taxi fare to
be paid.

£35 with the compliments of Miss
Douglas.

Good night, sir.

Cheers mate.

Told you it was love.