All language subtitles for Chancer s02e02 Ashes

I love you.

Thank you.

God bless you.

God bless you.

he is able to subdue all things to
himself.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and
the love of God and the fellowship of

Holy Ghost be with us all evermore.

Amen.

You couldn't even get to her funeral one
time, could you? But of course, you're

such a busy man.

So many important things to do.

Oh, yes, oh dear, you must be so tired.

Franklin.

What's the point?

Hiding. You sheep died, you bastard.
That's the point.

Look. You're not earning any money
standing here, are you?

Your investment's all fallen through.

If you'd have helped me find her instead
of hoarding her like a sick old fool.

I curse you.

On this grave, never to forget what you
did.

Because you know what you are.

Don't you, Perry?

You're a gold digger.

I'm not a gold digger, Fletcher.

A simple, greedy... She'll be a little
gold digger. I told you once.

That's a lie.

Don't you dare say that to me.

It hurts, doesn't it?

It hurts!

My father dying.

Historic inaptibility has shape.

This is meaning.

How are you, Stephen?

Same as you.

Where are you?

Douglas Motors?

Don't think Franklin would like that.

I heard you were out of prison.

Just a rumour.

I lent her the place.

I told her about the stuff in the attic.

Don't you even think about it, Piers.

You want to lash out at something, aim
here!

Was it terrible?

I'm getting used to them now.

Funerals. Pierce, my shot. What'll you
have?

Too much. Anything.

Mother, this is Stephen.

This is Dax.

A friend of Joe's.

How do you do?

Sorry about your husband.

Yes, I think we've all had our share of
unhappiness for a while.

Dave is going to stay with us for a few
days.

There's a room he can have, isn't there?

Just the 30.

Bloody cold, mind you. You'll need your
woolly vest.

I wondered... I wondered if I might stay
in the cottage where it happened.

If that's OK.

Piers is the governor.

If that's what you want.

Thanks.

If women didn't exist, all the money in
the world would have no meaning.

Aristotle said that to me. He was drunk,
but he's true nevertheless.

Aristotle?

Onassis.

He was talking of lovers.

But... My daughter, Jimmy...

All this has no purpose now!

Get out!

I am so sorry, Tom.

Of course, nothing has a purpose now.

So...

We may as well continue to do what we
do, not continue.

That's the spirit, yes?

Absolutely.

I gave you three days to get the money.
Do you have it?

The casino, Jimmy.

Think, wake up, yes or no?

No.

Hotty on the heels of yes.

I only need... I'm relaunching the
flagship of the chain next week. If I

receive your check before that time, I
shall count you out.

That would be a shame.

Indeed.

Goodbye, Jimmy.

Thank you for your sympathy.

Ella, there's a mess in here.

Please. Anna.

Are you going anywhere near Winsley
Millbourne?

Your father died too early. That's the
fact of the matter.

The place was running on the
understanding that we wouldn't get stung

duties at all.

As it is. How is it exactly?

It depends what your priorities are.

If you want to keep the house vertical,
you're going to have to find one million

nimum for repairs this year.

If you want to keep the farm and the
lads working on it... I'm working too.

Okay. Okay, let me tell you about
inheritance tax and how to avoid it. We

Piers. We have to pay.

Cash. I'm sorry to be defeatist, but I
don't believe we can survive this.

like Winderley stagger on only if the
owner of the house is prepared to slave.

I mean, big houses eat lives, Piers, not
just money.

I mean, do you want it to eat yours? Is
it worth that much to you?

It wasn't worth it to your father,
either.

I spent 32 years watching him build
barricades of excuses to protect himself

against Wintley and the awful
responsibility of it all.

But not anymore.

I will not see this house rot until it
dies. If we can't heal it, then we must

give it to someone else who can.

kind of way?

What kind of way?

No, it's too dangerous. I'm sorry.

Joe!

There's a naked woman in the corridor.

What?

What kind of way?

Joanna! How are you?

Better.

Whoops.

Do you want me?

Please don't do this. If you still want
me, you can have me. I love you.

It's just there.

Just hanging in there.

One more thing before I never see you
again Before I never see you again

Never see you again Never see you again
Never see you again

One more thing

We missed you at the party.

Bollocks. It's so stimulating talking to
you.

You have such a pithy way with words.

Antonia told me you were rude to her
father.

He called me a gold digger. Well, that
was naughty of him.

The law of probability.

They're over there, Jimmy.

Olivia.

Oh, Jimmy, what the hell are we going to
do with Winterly? Your turn.

Well, if I were you, I'd employ him.

Whatever for?

People, I find, can be divided into
those who love the underdog.

And those like me prefer to exploit its
underdogginess.

Derek is not like me.

It is only failing.

Otherwise, he's a thoroughly
unprincipled, mendacious, unconscionable

weasel.

Jolly useful cove to have on one's team.

Oh, is that for me?

Yeah.

Be brief.

Will you be needing me this afternoon,
sir?

No.

Wait.

You're a good driver, Willie.

You're a reasonable passenger, sir.

And you're not telling me what gear I
should be in.

For you.

Just what I've always wanted.

What is it? It's 500 pounds.

Isn't that what it looks like?

Redeemable at the most fashionable of my
new casinos.

A whorehouse of indolence and greed.

I see.

Thank you, sir. Very generous.

And congratulations on your new
whorehouse.

Get out, Willie, before you say
something dangerously crass.

I hate funerals.

My father making a spectacle of himself.

He didn't cry.

Exactly.

Everybody was staring at him.

He's a silly man, Jo.

Oh, dear.

What's he done to upset you this time?

God, it's so stupid.

He called me a gold digger.

I don't know why, it's just really gone
up my nose.

In the middle of all this, you dying and
everything, he has to have a pop at me

about greed. I mean, who the hell does
he think he is?

Francis of Assisi.

So what are you going to do about it?

I don't know.

Something.

It's just really got to me.

Derek?

Hiya.

You were talking to yourself.

No.

Why are you here?

A bag.

How was the funeral?

It rained.

Okay, then.

Okay.

I'll see you around.

Take care of yourself, all right?

How the hell did you trace me here?

A little elementary sleuthing.

Habitual good fortune.

I can't believe this.

I think you really must try.

It would be useful. Now that I've found
you, I'm so delighted.

I don't think I'm ever going to let you
out of my sight.

Let go of my arm.

You owe me a great deal of money,
really.

Don't you?

I'll scream.

Please do.

The place needs livening up a bit.

Jimmy?

Any chance of a lift?

Of course.

I should like you, Anna, to be sensible.

Let go of my bloody arm, then.

Olivia.

I'd like you to meet... Trollope.

Anna Trollope. How do you do?

Miss Trollope.

has just popped in from Kuala Lumpur
with some bits and pieces of mine.

Oh, you work for Jimmy, do you?

From time to time.

I bet he's a monster.

He's a total bastard.

Oh, cheeky.

That's how you did it, isn't it?

You followed Joe.

Tell me, I'm intrigued.

Why did you return to this place?

One would have thought the death of the
hapless Franklin girl would have had you

scurrying for the hills.

I liked her, OK?

I liked her a hell of a lot more than
her bloody father.

Dear Tom, you met him, did you?

Briefly. I stuck around.

I was worried about the baby.

admirable compassion.

What baby?

Joe's baby.

You obviously take the same interest in
other people's lives that you always

did.

I came back for your bag.

I spent this week on the road. I didn't
think it was safe to have it with me.

Good.

Good.

I'm so pleased you brought these back.

Is this one of your passports?

You might be safer if I looked after it.

It's a terrific amount to be done.

So we don't really want you drifting off
again, do we?

I can explain everything.

Of course you can.

I want you to listen.

I'm listening.

I'm listening.

Jewel had a baby.

Did you know?

When? A month ago.

Is it alive?

Franklin's got it.

Boy or girl?

Boy. Lovely boy.

Joseph.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Is it yours? I think it must be.

It isn't mine.

Jo told me she didn't see anybody after
we broke up.

She was seeing you.

She wouldn't have told me that.

I just wanted to check with you. Prison,
please.

Congratulations.

Excuse me.

There's no way, is there, that it's your
child?

We made love on her birthday, but it was
safe.

It's what she came to tell me, that she
got Pierce's baby.

Christ. How do you mean it was safe?

Joe said it was.

She's regular as clockwork, Willie. She
knows what she's talking about.

I mean... She knew.

Somebody explain to me why Franklin has
got my child.

Because he is not your child.

He is mine.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Oh, not that I am the father of the boy,
if that is your baroque fantasy word.

I'm the bloody father.

Are you?

Can you prove it?

Blood tests.

Genetic fingerprinting.

Yes.

These are your prerogatives.

They may help.

In the meantime, the child comes with
me.

In the meantime, the child stays where
he is.

The birth certificate, father unknown.

I am the guardian de facto.

That is the law.

Kicking and screaming, Franklin, any
court you choose.

My lawyers are bigger than your lawyers.

All the way to Strasbourg, if necessary.

Oh, goodbye, Pierre.

It's been a pleasure.

For what we're about to receive, may the
Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

Amen.

Is your assistant not hungry?

She rarely eats.

She keeps herself to herself.

Funny little thing.

Well, I hope she's all right.

It's bloody Antarctic in the West Wing.

She never notices the cold.

He said, did you tell Ward?

I said, yes.

I said, I think he has a right to know.

He said, is that what you think?

I said, yes.

He said, you're fucked.

The only solution really is for Franklin
to die.

Piers. I agree.

This conversation has taken rather an
unsafe return.

You will excuse me.

What's that?

Gift from Uncle Tom.

It's a plaque.

Mayfair Casino. Not the largest, but the
best.

The best in what way?

Franklin has purchased a chain of
casinos.

Blissfully, the Mayfair Casino is a
place where one doesn't run into oik.

Like you.

One of them.

Where have you been all week?

Here and there.

Mostly here.

See that block?

Is that where we're going?

No. So what's the point in looking at it
then?

It's tragic.

I just wanted to show you where I was
born, that's all.

13th floor.

Lucky for some.

So that's why money is so important to
you.

Used to be.

Being born with a plastic spoon in your
mouth is a great incentive.

So I'd imagine.

But wouldn't know.

I'm not responsible for my father's
wealth. Oh, so your daddy's rich. Is

mommy good looking?

She's dead.

Sorry.

It's not your fault, as far as I know.
My mother's dead as well, so... Snap.

So, what's important now?

Joe.

Another dead woman, Derek.

Just goes to show, doesn't it?

What does that mean?

Some people are lucky enough to find out
what's truly valuable.

I'm one.

It's like somebody says, here it is,
this is it, this is all that matters.

Then he says, unfortunately, this is
also my fee for pointing it out.

Doesn't make it any less important now
because it's gone.

You can't live like that.

Watch me.

Sue!

Come on, it's your Uncle Derek.

Winterly has to work, Mo.

If I'm going to stand any chance of
getting Joseph back, it has to work.

So, Miss Gibbs has got you going.

She's very bright.

What did she say?

She said, 1971, Guardianship of Miners
Act.

As the unmarried father, I have no
automatic rights.

Zip.

That's not terribly encouraging, Piers.
I have to take Franklin to court to

prove I'm fitter to look after the child
than that fat bastard.

That's how she put it?

She did, actually, yes.

The only chance I have is to get
Winterley up and running so I can show

magistrates. They're all such bloody
snobs.

What a glorious aristocratic heritage
Joseph becomes part of if he lives with

me.

You've got no idea how much lawyers
cost.

It's unbelievable.

It's all going to be a bit of a
nightmare, I'm afraid.

Who is this?

A friend.

Why come in? Look, this is not a good
time.

I'm entertaining my parole officer.

Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

So take what you came for.

You'll lose yourself.

Next time, ring.

Listen, I need help.

Get them to put your ears back.

It'll be a start.

There's this casino, okay?

What casino?

All I need is a man on the inside.

Oh, I see.

You guessed.

Cyril might not fancy the job, so you
brought me along as a reserve, yes? Big

slice, Anna.

You can pay Jimmy off with some real
money, and you can buy yourself a pair

jeans that fit.

The ears are no longer a priority,
Derek. You need a shrink.

All we need is a big wadge of somebody
else's cash to play with. I thought all

we needed was a man on the inside.

We. Good.

You're using your brain.

You don't listen to people, do you?

You think it makes you sound like you
know what you're doing. It doesn't. It

makes you look like an incredible moron.
You are so clearly the right man for

the job. Oh, please. You'll regret it if
I get somebody else.

You will.

Trust me.

10 ,000, 30 ,000,

30 ,000.

That's it.

In many ways.

That's what?

End of the money.

Finish. Eat no more.

Wait, it's an old cruise.

To the very first.

By the time this runs out, I'll have
thought of something.

Oh, what's that?

Rats, I expect.

It's a bloody place that's fallen apart.

What are you doing under my bed?

Filling your bag up with money.

Who did that?

Winklers. It's the wages.

You're insane.

Payday's day after tomorrow.

We'll all be back by then.

Easy peasy.

How much did you take?

All of it.

Listen, tomorrow, have you got any
clothes?

Like real people wear.

You know, proper.

Get out.

Of my room.

I never argue with a woman with a knife
under her teddy.

Ah!

Oh, dear Cindy Extreme.

What do you do?

Reception, sir.

Good.

Yes.

Yes, I'm satisfied, Reynolds.

Are you satisfied?

Yes, sir.

Everybody on their toes, please.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

And tonight, there's no limit.

Yes. I'm very satisfied.

No. A quite alarming sum rides on the
success of this evening and on matiness

with Franklin in general.

I trust you're not planning to enrage
him any further.

Hmm?

Where are you going tonight?

Out. With Dinky Dexy.

Be careful of love, my dear.

Very careful.

I beg of you.

I can't kneel down in these trousers,
but I beg.

Nevertheless. Derek Love is a second
-rate mind, okay? I'm not interested.

Ungracious little hag, aren't you?

I learned it from you.

Well, at least I taught you something.

Daddy! Don't.

Will you... Try not to worry.

Come.

Ah.

Dinky Dixie.

That won't do, I'm afraid.

You clear about this?

You went through it, didn't you?

Once.

Once is enough.

Don't crowd me.

Now, let's start again, shall we?

Where did you get the money to go
gambling?

It's the Winstley payroll.

Ah, nicked it from the strong box. Yeah,
pick the lock.

Better win then, hadn't you?

Have fun.

Not really the object of the exercise.

Oh. What?

You look okay.

Oh, gee, thanks.

Nowadays, he can get these already done
up.

Understand me, Warner. You're every
resource.

I want this woman found by you and not
by the police. That is most important.

No press releases of any kind. No
response blackout.

I want a result, Warner.

Do I make myself clear?

Good news, Jimmy.

On Nanato.

By the seat of one's pants, admittedly.

But present, nevertheless.

And correct.

Oh, I'm sorry. These denominations
aren't very useful to me.

But I'm a smallster.

Might I entice you to pardon me in this
silly game?

Just keep your eye on the ball.

I should.

18 red.

Masquerading as a friend of my daughter.

I saw her the night Joanna died.

She was skulking in a corner.

Watching, skulking.

God knows the truth of this. Tom, you're
surely not suggesting... How my

daughter was killed.

Will you excuse me a minute?

No. I've opened the bottle, Jimmy.

Don't leave the table till it's
finished.

I can't believe this. I can't bloody
believe this. Call the police. It's 40

pounds.

Wait a minute. It was something.

I've forgotten quite how much I hate it
when he does this sort of thing.

A fortunate evening for us both.

My name is Kazin.

We are to talk or play.

No more bets. Thank you.

Beginner's luck.

It's a filthy business, Jimmy.

It's female.

It's witch.

It's someone I intend to make suffer
very greatly.

I'm awfully sorry, Tom, but I have to...
No, sit down.

I really am feeling a bit...

Remember,

thou art but mortal.

Not tonight.

Red. 31 Black.

Half a million, that's enough.

What are you doing here?

Whatever the hell you're up to, drop it
and get out of here.

Don't tell me, tell him.

Franklin, this is his casino.

He's here.

Here's your bet, please.

I love you shit.

No more bets, thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir, can I help you? I'm Lord
Milbourne. Yes, of course, thank you.

Five red.

That loses.

Oh, God.

How much was that?

Half a million pounds.

Oh, my God.

Stop! Wait a minute. My earring, it's in
the wheel.

No spin.

There's an earring in the wheel. Bloody
earring. For God's sake, of course

that's no spin.

No spin.

All better off.

Go, damn you, for God's sake.

The spy let off.

And the gold digger. Well, well.

They're bad, both of you.

Show them out, please, gentlemen.

This establishment does not welcome scum
from off the streets.

Franklin!

I want to show you something.

Derek Love.

Lady left this here for you, sir. Your
winnings.

Was your money.

Now it's mine.

Not a gold digger, Franklin.

Leap it.

40 grand.

Sorry to worry you.

I thought you burnt the money.

I did.

All you said for that.

Explain.

It's very boring, okay?

Explain it to me or I'll kick your
bloody teeth in.

Okay?

First of all, I had to go and see a
friend of mine.

What friend?

Doesn't matter.

He made me some plaques.

Not easy.

It takes time, but it's simpler than
forging money.

You gambled on Franklin's credit?

Yep.

So what did you need the money for?

You can't start throwing big bets around
unless you've been seen to cash real

money first.

When you've got the plaques, though,
your partner can take them back to the

and turn them back into cash.

So you play with the fakes, and your
real money is safely stashed.

Why doesn't everyone do this?

You have to know a forger.

And you've got to be lucky.

Why lucky?

None of this means you're going to win.

You can't guess the wheel. All it does
is guarantee any money you lose is fake.

It doesn't stop you getting banged up if
they catch you.

That didn't bother you?

Not much bothers me at the moment, does
it you?

Why didn't you tell me what you were
doing?

Would you have let me borrow the
payroll?

Look, I'm sorry, Piers. I just had to
smack Franklin. Silly, but there it is.

Don't they count the plaques at close of
play every morning?

What happens when they find they've got
more than they started with?

They'll know they've been fed a bunch of
fakes.

Shit. Franklin will know they came from
you.

It's a good job I remember to bring them
back with me.

Simple, really.

I consider it unpardonable.

What? Love's wanton incendiarism of so
much fine, upstanding money.

What money?

This money.

This money.

What? This money, this money. Yeah, but
he burnt it.

He burnt some of it. I left a few notes
in the bag to make him feel dramatic and

happy. The rest was bog paper.

He was in no state to know whether there
was 500 quid in there or 500 ,000.

But how much is there?

Oh, a Lamborghini, a house in Provence,
another in Tuscany, or a glass of water.

at the Savoy, or the cancellation of my
debt to you,

whichever you prefer.

Alas, Poppet, one's duty resides
elsewhere.

Death block.

You're going to press charges against
me.

Jimmy's just lent us 300 ,000.

Do that one again.

Dear boy, a little something to cover
your immediate disbursements.

A loan?

Yeah. Interest free? Don't be silly.

Bloody hell.

Yes.

Why didn't you shot me?

The police.

All that paperwork.

Nosy perks in uniform all over the
house, no thank you.

I owe you.

I need help here.

Running the place.

I don't know what to say.

Help on what basis?

I've no idea.

You tell me.

What's he up to, Blake?

I've no idea.

I've no idea.

He's a crafty bastard.

When are you thinking of leaving?

Just started to think about staying.

Why?

It appears it's been good to me.

That's sentimental.

I'm skint.

I've got no job, nowhere to stay.

That's self -pity.

All these are negatives.

What's the positive?

I've been doing my sums.

You must have slept with peers after you
slept with me.

I don't understand this. I can only tell
you things you already know. I want to

understand that everything is just... I
don't know where I've got to be

to do it.

Blackest day.

Ready to go.

You think I should go, don't you?

Doesn't matter what I think.

Black is stay.

Red is go.

It's black.