All language subtitles for Chancer s01e10 Sanctuary

Why is the sky always white?

It's always white.

Right.

Let's get buttering.

Well, I think you ought to go.

I mean, you can look at Colin's place
any time.

What is it you want to do?

Oh, drinks. Thanks, Peg.

Might be a few, I don't know. What's it
in aid of? Well, after Barry, it's

basically a get -together for the nods,
you know, all the major shareholders,

the majorist of whom is Franklin, our
host. Two silly types.

The idea is to raise the company's
profile with a view to attracting

according to Stephen, who is now late.

I see.

Do you? How do you raise something's
profile?

Toy's going.

Here. Oh, really?

Well, you've mentioned it.

I wondered how boring it was going to
be.

Oh, I think we can safely assume it's
going to be fairly boring. You can't go

all King Lear on us, Daddy.

You've still got a job to do.

My department needs you.

The figurehead.

Rashes. Ha!

Have a cook, please, sir.

What do you do when you're not doing
this?

Do, sir?

I watch television, sir.

Is that so?

Can't think why, sir.

Load of bloody rubbish, ain't it?

So life is work, followed by television.

I suppose so.

You're finished, sir.

Richard, you've got exactly one minute
and then you're going to be late for

school, understand?

Yes, Miss.

Sneaking up on me like that.

Here, you can give me a hand with this
flipping thing. Hold the corners.

Penny?

What? I've got a confession to make.

Oh? About my shares.

Who to?

Who have you sold them to?

Franklin.

How many?

All of them?

I see.

I promise you I wouldn't.

Yes, I remember that.

I also remember Derek saying that I
would shout your history from the

if you ever broke that promise.

I could do that, you know.

I really could do that.

Yeah?

Yeah, you could.

Retirements for horses and footballers.
Don't be silly.

I've been slighted. There's no
alternative.

You've not been slighted.

How can one be expected to take
seriously an honour one shares with

musicians and people on the television?

Nobody looks rather nice in the
downstairs loo.

I'm very fond of mine.

It is not a knighthood.

Everywhere, Michael, there's shoddy
behaviour, harvesting reward.

Franklin pontificates to me one minute
about respecting Douglas's grief.

Next minute, he's gorging himself on the
company's shares.

So scandalous.

And this is a man they propose to make a
lord.

Well, it's not settled, Jimmy. There's a
month to go.

I came to tell you that one of
Franklin's guests today is Edward

As the minister, he's distinguished by
the fact that he carries both ears of

Lord Lieutenant in his pocket.

Really?

Stroke him, Jimmy.

He might purr.

Hmm.

Daddy, I'll be late for work. Please.
Yes or no?

No. No is not the correct answer.

Why?

What have I got to do?

Stand around an expensive frock so that
some pervy geriatrics can breathe down

my cleavage. That's usually what happens
at your receptions.

You're prejudiced against Tanger. Daddy,
just don't start, please.

Joanna, it's a party. Good for Douglas
Motors, good for me, but also it should

be a pleasure.

Besides, it's natural for Clayburster
and their representatives there.

Joanna?

All right, then.

I'll be there.

Nice dress.

Accessories to compliment.

Peers, for example.

Sir, you're grooming Garfield Ward for
succession.

I can't find it in my heart to gush on
the subject of peers.

Oh, I thought you found him capable.

I must be able to delegate with
confidence.

You can't.

He's made some frightful blunders.

One covers for him, naturally, but...
Oh, dear.

The keys of the kingdom must pass
elsewhere.

Sad, really.

One has to be sensible.

I'm so sorry. I hope I'm not disturbing
you.

Oh, Piers.

Jimmy's been telling me terrible things
about you. I'm sure they're all

perfectly true.

Mr. Coley.

So, Treneman.

Treneman.

Where was he at school?

Oh, for God's sake, Victoria, that's
Blake's car. We can't park here.

I will not be seen arriving in this
German van.

I'm getting out.

And I thought he didn't care anymore.

All right.

I was just wondering if Joe was going to
be here.

I'm very surprised.

Hello, Stephen.

Tom, where have you got everything?

Yeah,

thank you.

Edward, come meet Jimmy Blake.

Always, of course.

Tom! Yes, Sir Gillian Halfcourt, Lord
Grouse, the Right Honourable Edward

Treneman MP.

Meet Jimmy Blake.

How do you do, sir? Jimmy works in a
bank.

Edward! Damn this! I believe we were at
school together.

Oh? The college, 34 to 39.

My date's 70.

Can't say I remember you, I'm afraid.
But Winchester is a very distant country

now. Oh, I remember you, you rogue.

Terror of the kitchen maids.

The man was nauseatingly good at
everything.

Shame I couldn't manage a decent career.

Dear boy, you have.

You're a damn fine statesman, Edward.

Credit to us all.

I wish you everything, sir.

Here you are. Thank you.

Excuse me, ma 'am. Of course.

Splendid, sir.

Prideful gas bag, I'm afraid.

Blake?

My strategy with boars who dredge up
previous acquaintances to agree to

everything they say and beat a hasty
retreat to the bar.

You know him?

Fellow was at school with me.

I remember him vividly. Patently doesn't
remember me.

I'm about to be indiscreet.

I hope you're not a reporter.

Friend? Hardly.

I used to fag for him, you see.

That's rather what I do now.

Not me personally, my corridor.

He used to appear suddenly at the top of
the stairs and yell, we had to drop

whatever we were doing and run.

The last one there got the job.

Plus ça change.

It just confuses me a bit why he's
coming on so nicey -nicey.

Honour, Mr. Turnerman.

Jimmy's very strong on the getting of
honour.

It's widely supposed in the business
community that you're the man with the

necessary influence.

What's your name?

Crane.

Stephen Crane.

Thank you, Mr Crane. Your confidence is
greatly appreciated.

Jimmy, congratulations.

What is your tip for an OBE?

You and me, Jimmy, we're so respectable.

Leave us, please, Stephen.

There are adults here trying to
converse.

Banking's a damn grummy business.

There's no getting away from it. I
always fancied the idea of working in a

shop.

Well, a real job, you know, with power.

Edward here is the only one with any
integrity, you know.

I envy him.

Might I have a word?

Well, of course, yes.

Excuse us, Ray.

Excuse us.

Oh, Edward.

I just wanted to say that I understand
precisely what you're doing, and I urge

you not to embarrass either of us any
further by continuing this ridiculous,

sycophantic charade.

Because it won't work.

He put on.

I must confess, I'm completely
mystified.

I'm told you're keen to meet the Queen
with a sword in her hand.

Crawling to me won't get it for you.

So you're managing without a man?

Oh, yeah.

You know me, I'm a busy bee.

That's nice.

What does the bee sound for?

Excuse me, do I know either of you?

Thank God.

Jimmy.

I'd like to know what you intend to do
with Douglas Motors.

With Douglas Motors?

Exactly nothing.

The company shall continue to manage its
own affairs without any interference

from me.

On one condition.

What? Crane remains managing the right
thing.

Why? I made him an offer he couldn't
refuse. He refuses in favor of Douglas

Motors. I believe this to be indicative
of loyalty, dedication.

I prefer such people to steer my ship.

Will you forgive me a moment?

Of course.

Hell's Stebbings.

Ah, he's fired.

Get a new one.

As soon as you've got one, defenitrate
the Scotch one. Jimmy, yes, but... By

compatibility, Ron Rod, it sickens me.

Crane has nothing better to do than
infect the ear of my potential

You don't know that it was deep.

There are times, Piers, when all that is
required of you is to agree with me.

Yes, Jimmy.

Let's go.

Sorry, sir. You on the other hand should
be silent at all times.

I fear it's time that Stephen died.

What?

Professionally, socially, financially. I
want him dead and stinking.

The means for this are now at my
disposal.

Well, come on, Stebbings, move!

But was that a success or not?

Oh, yeah.

I think we raised a few profiles.

Loads. Good.

Night, all. Good night, Robert.

Victoria.

Good night. Good night,

Jimmy. Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Willie, isn't it?

Sarah?

Blake's going to thank you, will he,
once he's found a new chauffeur?

Yep.

I thought perhaps he might like to know.

Thank you, sir.

Much obliged to the tip.

Ah.

Ah. Stemmings?

Yes, sir.

You'll wash the car before you retire.

What have I done?

What have I done to warrant this insane
blizzard of persecution?

I really can't say. I'm a man wronged
beyond endurance.

Did you tell the psychopath Stebbing
that he was sacked last night?

Of course I didn't.

Who else could have done this thing?

I don't know how, and I don't know why,
but this is the hand of Crane, by his

word. Shall ye know him.

If the nature of a combatant becomes
their growth, it really is time I

the war.

Russian appears.

The final solution.

Right, Tom.

Bottom shelf, please. Where does Jaden
go in purchase?

God, no. Put him in a boring box.

See if we can get Grandpa to look into
some interesting books about

Mr. Crane,

Victoria Douglas here.

We have met.

Can I tell you what you're doing today?

You're having lunch with me.

It's already telling you, you great wad
of...

Victoria, I can't. I'm sorry. Why is it
squeaking?

Press enter.

Just move.

Still here.

Listen, Lorraine took a very strange
message.

Who are you going to see?

Yes.

Yeah, I'm going.

You've got glasses.

When did you get glasses? I've never
seen you with glasses before.

I've, um... I don't know.

I got them last week.

Whose idea were they?

Sonia's?

Oh, no, it was my idea.

I've needed them for some time.

Never told me.

The understatement of the century,
really, isn't it?

Penny, please... Don't panic. I haven't
come to have another row with you.

It's all right.

Is that safe to sit on?

So how do you... Go on.

I was only going to say, how are you?

I mean, how are you getting on?

You look...

Wonderful.

I'm fine.

Listen, I want to talk to you about the
children.

Yeah?

OK.

I think they require a little
continuity.

They understand perfectly well that you
are no longer around.

However, emotionally...

I think they need to be weaned off you.

Rather more gradually than I would
choose.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to take them out for the day.

Right.

This is not an opportunity for you to
ingratiate yourself with the kids so

beg me to beg you to come back, OK? Of
course, yeah. Of course, I understand.

I promise.

Thank you, Penny.

Sorry, but thank you so much.

Stephen, you are naughty.

Piers! You couldn't spend your money on
me.

What's going on?

I thought I was having lunch with Joe.

Having lunch, yes, with Joe.

Afraid not.

Sorry about the trouble to you, Stevie.

Couldn't think how else to get you to
meet me.

You could have said, Stephen, please
meet me.

Didn't think of that.

Take a seat.

I thought Joe was in trouble.

No, Stephen, you're the one that's in
trouble.

Where's the pepper?

Just by the oven.

I'm afraid Jimmy intends to do for you.

Once and for all.

Oh, come on, Piers.

Beating me up in the playground is a
fantasy he's had for months. So have

What else is new?

Blake's retiring.

He's got nothing to lose.

All he wants to do is settle old scores.

I'm listening.

Jimmy's arranged a meeting with a hack
from the tabloid press.

Name?

Financial correspondent with the
interpreter.

Can't remember his name.

But he's going to get told the whole
story of Transfrontier, start to finish.

A man appointed MD of public company
with strong links to Franklin, only

after being sacked for insider trading
on one of Franklin's companies.

Months. If that's your most intelligent
rejoinder, Stephen, you're in a lot of

trouble.

Look, it's a ton of shit hitting a big
fan. Blake's not splatterproof.

Stephen. Franklin, I go mental. How can
I impress this upon you? Your insurance

policy has run out.

Blake doesn't care anymore.

He thanks Debbings for keeping him
waiting seven seconds.

God.

It's hours rather than days, Stephen.
You've got to move quickly.

Give me one reason why I should trust
you.

I can't.

If I were you, I wouldn't trust me
either.

That's good enough for me.

What have you got in mind?

Are you lost, love?

Oh, yes, I'm looking for Wainfleet
Street. It's somewhere in this little

here, but I haven't got my spectacles
with me.

Wainfleet Street?

Yes. Could I have a look at the book?

Sorry, I'm not being much help to you,
am I?

No, right.

Well, thanks very much. I really am, you
know, just looking for this place.

That's all I want, really. Thank you.

I know.

Look, straight ahead, there's a petrol
station on the roundabout. They'll be

able to tell you. Right.

Right, thanks very much. Sorry, I can't
give more now.

Darling, I'm home.

Oh, good.

Sit down, I've got some news. Stephen, I
have to put alcohol into my mouth now.

It's terribly important.

Sit.

I don't want to do this.

But I'm going to break into Claiborne's.

And I'm going to steal one million
pounds from Jimmy Blake's personal

Can I have one?

One what?

One of whatever it is you're on at the
moment. Looks fun.

I'm serious, Marcus. Look at me.

I'm serious.

You're sick.

I'm death breath.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, when I say that I'm going to steal
it, I mean it in the sense that you're

going to steal it. With this.

You are very, very sick.

Marcus.

No way.

No bloody way.

One.

Jimmy is retiring.

He wants to finish me.

Make sure I don't go and spook him in
the old folk song when he's trying to

respectable. Two, he's got the power to
do it.

He's got enough muck on me to trash me
in business completely.

Three, with all my debts, I could really
do without 40 years on the dole. And

four... Me, me, me.

If I go down, Douglas Motors goes down.

And that's a fact.

Jesus, wait.

Marcus, I am borrowing it to get him to
negotiate.

I cannot believe... I cannot believe
this is happening to me!

and time and bloody sudden time again,
you throw my body over the barbed wire

that you can go prancing off to fight
somebody.

Tell what I'm sick of it, Stephen.

My back's got your bloody footprints all
over it, right? I've had enough.

Marcus. I'm fed up of being pissed about
by you, you selfish little shite.

Sorry. Yeah.

So am I.

Look, breaking in's easy. I can do that
for you.

If anything goes wrong, just turn this
off and we can go home.

But getting your hands on the cash is
seriously dodgy, and I'm not helping you

with that.

Okay. There's two things we need.

One, a list of all the passwords to let
me run about in Claiborne's computer

system. Uh -huh.

Two, an invisible, unnumbered, swift
deposit account to stash the loot in.

And do we have either of these things?

No.

But he does.

Turn it off, toy. It's terrible.

Words of wisdom from a maddening old
goat.

You ready?

Dad, I'm tired.

You are too intelligent.

Too willful.

Too beautiful.

I'm far too infested with Douglas' pride
to go mooning about the house like a

pasty -faced schoolgirl.

Just because Stephen... Please.

Just because Stephen isn't following you
around like a small dog.

Trust him.

If you can't trust him, ditch him.
You'll get over it.

Dad, this is boring.

Now you're going to sell. Well, I'm
sorry, Toy.

I don't pussyfoot with you, so there you
are.

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

Oh, there we go.

You're feeling fat, your eyes are pink.

You've given up brushing your hair and
you're dressed like a vagrant.

You're a very attractive man.

Think about that next time you feel a
lecture about lack of initiative coming

on.

Good night.

Oh, I should have listened to what they
told me at school. Hold on.

Don't know, man. I wasn't listening.

Come on, summary, good.

Now, access account inquiry.

Taking forever, Markham.

Give me the key, then.

Look, Blake, I'm waiting for you.

TB, dollar sign, XOBT, dollar sign, sort
of hyphen.

Backslash. Backslash.

Here we are, it's coming up now.

Zilch. What do you mean, zilch? Where's
the money?

It's not there. It is there. It was
there two days ago.

Well, it isn't there now.

Jim is planning his retirement rather
carefully.

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

You're a very attractive man.

Think about that next time you feel a
lecture about lack of initiative coming

on.

Think, Piers.

What other keys have you got?

My grandfather's estate.

Managed by Claiborne? Yeah.

A million quid in it?

Wait a minute. Yes or no? Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the point of ripping off his dead
grandad?

Fabers runs his state, right?

Fabers is responsible for his well
-being.

Hackers break into the account.

Disaster.

Coley's policy is to treat with hackers,
learn and move on.

Jimmy is his executive.

Jimmy has to deal with it. He hates it,
but he does it. So?

Giving amnesty to hackers, Marcus, is
illegal.

liable to cause resignation in those who
do it and get caught.

Kiss that knighthood goodbye, Poppet.

About three million.

I suggest we take it all.

Wayne Fleet Street's still giving you
the slip.

Are we sure about this?

Do it.

And so...

We are three million pounds richer than
we were three seconds ago.

Drink a lot of lager with that kind of
money.

True. But you'd be drinking it in
Switzerland.

Oi.

Full of bubbles, Swiss beer.

You'd hate it.

Okay.

What happens next?

My name's Angie.

What's yours?

Make one up if it's easier.

Robert.

Listen, Robert.

I'm going to guess something.

Your wife's left you, hasn't she?

In a sense.

She dead?

Yes.

Look, Robert.

It's not unusual men your age in your
situation that just want to come and sit

and talk for a bit.

Take the ache away.

I understand that and I'm happy to do
it.

But I'm going to have to take money off
you just saying.

I don't want to talk.

I want to go to bed with you.

If that's all right.

Michael.

Bit of bad news, Ward.

Your grandfather's estate has lost a
fair amount of money.

To a hacker.

The small hours of the morning.

Oh, God.

How much was taken?

Three million.

God. And must he be buggered, Michael?
Call the police.

No, Jimmy.

It's so dispiriting and shabby to have
to deal with the bespectacled trolls who

perpetrate this sort of unpleasantness.
It renders one so vulnerable. Find out

how they did it.

Get as much of the money back as you
can.

That's the bank's strategy. But,
Michael, you can't always do... No, that

strategy.

Let me know how you get on.

Piers, everything's cool.

Eight o 'clock tonight.

Drive carefully.

Well, the gang's all here.

Let banging commence.

You know, I had a funny feeling this
might have something to do with you.

A simple proposition.

Oh, splendid.

Be nice to me and I'll put the money
back.

Sorry to be a bore, Stephen.

I don't feel terribly nice at the
moment.

Gentlemen.

Oh, Piers, do give the serious fraud
officer a ring. Ask him to drop in this

evening at his convenience.

There's a good boy.

Jimmy, this is so silly.

Goodness, though, Steve, it's fun.

Show my guest to the boardroom, please.

See to it he has everything he needs,
except a telephone.

Cheer up, Poppet.

Blake's Law.

Rule number one.

You have to suffer to be beautiful.

What's the matter? Doubt.

I was just wondering where Stephen had
got to.

Stephen's allowed out at night, isn't
he?

Penny.

What?

Well, I was wondering.

Did you leave your door open?

No.

But it's okay. No, it's not okay.

Who are you?

I'm Gavin. Who are you?

Marcus Wharton.

What are you doing still here, Gavin?

I just put the kids to bed.

Do you want to meet today?

No, that's all right, thanks, Marcus.

Gavin was just leaving.

Good day today.

Thanks.

Nice to meet you, Marcus.

Do you see that little space?

There is much, much less than that
between you and a very substantial

sentence.

How does it feel?

It feels like the publicity will cost
you your OBE.

I do hope so.

Sit up straight, Stephen.

It's the police.

Michael. Do you have the amnesty
agreement?

Do you have the amnesty agreement, yes
or no?

Yes.

The conditions are quite standard.

Ten percent commission for security
analysis and systems testing.

Piers, are you quite mad?

Calling the police would seriously
compromise the bank's reputation, Jimmy.

Your decision was wrong.

I had no choice.

Sad, really.

But one has to be sensible.

I asked you to deal with this. Now sign
it, Jimmy.

You're still employed by Clavers and
you're still answerable to me. Now let's

get this bloody business finished.

Of course, Michael.

My mistake.

Now, where does one sign?

Wherever one likes.

Michael, I have no wish to speak to you.

We'll talk.

Take this, Stephen, and die horribly on
your way home.

In a minute.

Gotcha.

You certainly have.

Hope he's not going to let me down
tonight.

I don't think there's much danger in
that.

Go on, let's go to bed.

No.

Okay, let's make a mess of the kitchen
table.

I want to go bopping.

Please, Gavin.

Just for an hour.

Half an hour.

Why do you want to go dancing?

I feel wiggly.

Please, Gavin, please.

Okay, don't you just... You've got two
minutes to get it ready.

Raise your little finger. Yeah, yeah, I
know.

Sorry it didn't work out.

Not nice to see you embarrassed in
public.

But worth it.

for the consolation of 300 ,000 pounds.

I'll have to stop you there. You see,
it's all going back.

We're not keeping a penny.

Let's be absolutely clear, Jimmy.

I have evidence that you were willing to
commit a crime.

You signed an agreement with a hacker.

Such a lot of trouble for such a putrid
little triumph.

Keep my name out of the papers, Jimmy,
that's all.

I don't want to be famous.

I thought you might enjoy a little
publicity.

How did you manage to do all this
without some sort of... sort of...

Pierce?

He had his own reasons.

Why did you make me do it?

I don't understand.

What did I do that was so bad?

You snivelled your poisonous sputum in
Treneman's ear.

I did what, sorry?

All I wanted, Stephen.

All I wanted.

A knighthood.

It would have hurt nobody. But you had
to spoil it for me, didn't you?

You... not just a little tit.

I never said a word to a gentleman, I
swear it. Not about you.

We talked about dog racing.

What? He's a fan.

What about my car?

What about it? You put the maniac
hibernian up to it. You told Stebbings

were fat.

Jimmy, wake up. How could I have
possibly known that? I didn't know

about your bloody car until... Until...
Piers told

you.

You and I, Stephen, duped.

Frankly, it is insupportable.

It doesn't surprise me at all.

I just didn't think he had the balls.

Blake had him pushed for a long time.

I used to see the looks, you know, in
the mirror.

Of course, Jimmy.

I meant me.

He set Blake against me so I had to
fight him to the death in self -defence.

See, Piers had it both ways.

I win, it clears the way for his career.
I lose, get sent down for attempted

fraud. Piers is left whispering in
Blake's ear, nice one, Jimmy, enjoy your

retirement. Why?

Because of you? I don't know.

Strange day.

Hey.

How about this Jaguar?

The Jaguar?

What a bitter. There's already enough
people working at Douglas Motors who are

wanted by the police.

Well, the police weren't interested in
me.

I was in Glasgow at the time. What time
was that?

Whatever time it was, the poor wee car
fell into the house.

And there's 27 Stebbingses that say so.

The job's yours, then.

Magic. What job's that?

I don't know yet. I'll ask Robert and
see what he's got.

Is this place used, Stevie?

Congratulations.

Dear boy, come here.

Jimmy.

Where's Sushiland?

Packing.

Ice? Please.

Why, have you packed up?

A prophet without honour in his own
land.

Tormented by an OBE.

Oh, yes, you've thoroughly queered my
pitch.

Full of surprises, aren't you, Poppet?

There's an explanation, Jimmy.

Your recent outbreak of duplicity has
greatly impressed me, Pierre.

I think you have a brilliant career
ahead of you in banking.

What do you want from me, Jimmy?

An anniversary present would be
appropriate.

And rather nice.

What are we celebrating?

Four years of marriage.

What sort of marriage?

A sort of marriage where people exchange
vows before God, dear boy.

It's not uncommon.

You're married to Sushila?

Correct.

Funny little thing.

But one does adore her to distraction.

I thought she was your servant.

Sad that you should be a victim of such
noble prejudices, dear boy.

Look carefully at things.

They're not always what they seem.

Good God.

England is such a dreary place, really.

One does feel the desire to voyage, set
keel to breakers,

forth on the godly sea.

A good, long journey.

Where are you going?

Malaysia, perhaps.

Susheela's parents seem to own half the
ruddy country.

I'm very tempted to withdraw to the
hills there, build myself a little

I see.

Thought you might care to indulge me on
the expensive.

You're dreaming, Jimmy.

No, no, curiously enough.

It was Stephen who was dreaming.

He trusted you, Piers.

He failed to check that you'd done with
the money. What had you do?

I didn't.

I checked.

I see.

Really rather remiss of you.

Or rather greedy, as the case may be.

What do you suggest?

I suggest half his.

Dear heart.

Joe Franklin here, but I'm not here, so
please leave a message after the beep.

Just wanted to say... Anytime you want
to talk to me...

Just friends.

What you got here, sir? Where's a ton?

Money, dear boy.

Money and shoes.

What else is there?

Okay.

Yes, it's all turned out quite well.

James Xavier Blake.

Didn't have anything to do tonight, so I
thought I'd go out for a drive.

I understand you're going away for a
bit.

What do you want?

Just wanted to say goodbye, really.

And?

And good luck.

Don't spend it all at once.

Thank you, Stephen.

Look after Piers for me, won't you?

I might.

Remarkable. Well, all things considered.