All language subtitles for Boon s04e07 In It For The Monet

Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone No

one to talk to, I got no telephone

You don't know where we are, do you,
Eileen?

What exactly?

Round here somewhere.

We're lost.

No, we're not.

We should have taken a taxi.

It's somewhere near the castle.

I'm going to show you the

meaning of the word motorcar. Put this
on the market and you could name your

price. Craftsmanship is always a
wonderful investment, Miss Barker. They

understood quality in those days.

Very nice.

But where's the body?

Precisely, Mr Boone.

You can't get me a donut, Rookie.

It's only a bike. I'm not your servant.

I'll have to get it myself.

It's mine to shop for, isn't it?

Get us a cheese and pickle sandwich
while you're there, will you?

Excuse me.

Mr Boone?

No, but he'll be back soon. Have you an
appointment?

Oh, yes, yes.

11 o 'clock, but I'm afraid we're a bit
early.

So we can't hold away from London?

Mr and Mrs Sheridan, take a seat. Would
you like a cup of tea?

No, thank you.

We had one on the train.

Missing person?

Pardon?

Missing person, is it?

No, it's our daughter.

She's at the university here.

Oh.

Show him a photograph, I will.

Well, she looks very, very, very clever.

What do you mean your brother stole half
your car?

To stop me selling it.

Family politics, I'm afraid. I inherited
the car from my father, the only

valuable thing left in the estate.

And now I want to sell it.

Well, how much is it worth?

I'm not completely familiar with the
British market at the moment.

I've been offered £80 ,000.

Oh.

So he thinks he's entitled to a share?

I've already offered him half.

Oh, that's very generous. We're not
dealing with a rational man here.

He's a theft with this car.

Wants it to stay in the family as some
sort of living memory of our father.

Well, unfortunately, I can't afford
quite such an expensive memorial.

We can't do anything illegal, you know.

Mr. Boone, do you want this case or not?

I simply want to regain what's mine.
I've got a buyer lined up, and I'll give

you 5 % of the selling price.

5 %?

Well, I... £4 ,000.

I think we can do business with you.

We'll look into it, Mr. Barker.

We'll look into it.

That's her with her boyfriend, Jeff.

I've taken in her first year at the
university.

He's a rower.

She had husband there if she'd wanted
him.

She don't see him anymore.

Had I said that?

No, you didn't.

It was implied.

Why exactly are you so worried about
her?

She's changed.

Well, I mean, it's quite normal for
people to change, isn't it, at

Almost the point of going there.

It's all the money she's suddenly
acquired.

That's what really worries us.

See, one minute she says she's not got
enough grant to live on. Next minute she

turns round, she's bought herself a car.

Beautiful car, mind you.

Did you ask her about it?

Of course.

What's she say?

Oh, she just makes a joke of it.

I mean, once she said it was the bingo,
another time the pause.

I mean, she doesn't try to hide it, Mr
Boone. I mean, it's how wild she's got.

You don't know what she's got herself
mixed up in.

We've got to find out somehow.

We are desperate, Mr Boone.

That's why we had to come to see you, a
detective.

No offence.

We don't have a lot of money.

I'm afraid we can only afford £150.

Will you do it?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course I'll do it.

Yeah.

Excuse me, lads. Any of you know Isabel
Sheridan?

Yeah. Ask me.

Oh, I've been misinformed then. Yeah.

All right.

Are you and your friends talent scouts?

Yeah, sort of.

You're not after Titmarsh, are you?

No. Isabel Sheridan?

No. I don't know where she is. She
doesn't mix with people like me any

I'm sorry.

I think you touched her raw nerve.

Anyway, you'll find her at lectures.

She's a real what, Isabel, you know?

So what I'm asking you to do when you
look at these paintings,

is to ask yourself, what is the artist
telling us about women in 18th century

France?

And then to ask yourselves, what is he
telling us about the men who

such painting?

Look at these women.

Are these real women?

Or are they objects?

Passive toys for male desire?

Even when the woman is in motion, she
seems to serve a male purpose.

In modern parlance, I think you could
say that this young man here is just

getting his rocks off.

Maybe it's her who's getting her rocks
off.

Ah, Miss Sheridan.

Perhaps you'd like to elaborate?

Well, after all, she's the one in
motion.

And that makes her real, does it?

Of course the women aren't real.

They're like something off a chocolate
box.

In a male -dominated society, women had
to appear to be passive objects.

But perhaps the reality was that they
had to use guile.

They achieved power and influence
through the only means possible.

Their bodies.

So, nothing's changed?

We're just going to dig a bit deeper,
that's all.

Well, why don't you just ask her?

She doesn't seem to beat about the bush.
She won't even speak to her parents.

That's what I mean.

We've got to find out a bit about her.
What she does in her spare time.

There's a job for Rocky.

Rocky can't read.

Laura can go with him. Anyway, it
doesn't matter. He's just got to look

student. Well, that's exactly what I
mean. As soon as he opens his mouth,

blown his cover. You've got a better
idea?

No, Colonel, sorry.

Then don't knock Rocky. Don't
underestimate him. Put him in a blazer,

for Bambergathcoy.

Rocky, don't wear them. They'll do your
eyes in. If Harry hadn't have said

anything, you wouldn't have worried.

No, no, they make me feel more at ease,
you know.

But you don't have to look like a nerd.

Just pretend you're studying zoology or
something.

You see, it's like some people get sick
in hospitals.

Well, I just get nervous around
educational institutions.

The coming love.

This is definitely dodgy. Ken, we're not
going to steal the bloody car. We're

not going to see what's there.

Buy me ten minutes. Yeah, OK.

1955,

Triumph T .R.

11 through 96.

Mr Graham Barker?

Yes. I wonder, could I have a moment of
your time?

It's a repair job.

Wait, who?

Prime TR -10. Ah, right. Now we're
talking a TR -2, eh?

Scotch? Oh, now that would be very good.

What do you think? Now don't get carried
away. This is business.

Still, you know, divine.

I'll tell you something else about
Italian men.

What

are

they up

to? I think she's a call girl.

What? You heard me.

Rubbish.

She's on the game.

No, it's Triumph TR2, 1955.

Lavender blue with French Navy interior.

Oh, very nice.

Oh, it's mint condition.

It's only done 96 ,000 miles. 96 ,000?
Have you had it blue printed?

What? No.

No, that's what I wanted to see you
about.

Well, hang on a second. I'll just check
something in the manual.

No, no, no. Don't worry. All I want is a
quote. No problem.

I won't be a minute.

Is that the one there?

Ah, yes, yes, that's the one. Yeah, I
see.

What the hell?

What's going on? Are you fully booked? I
mean, I don't want to put you under any

pressure. I said, what is going on?

Right, you, out.

Ted? Ted!

I think Mr. Barker would like a word.

Walk in.

No problem.

But they were afraid of Michael Heckey's
time.

Come in.

Ah, you can't touch old Tommy like that!
Hey, where are you going?

Come back here!

No, don't!

I

don't believe

it.

It's an orgy.

Doctor.

My brother!

I bet he put you up to this.

Yeah, he did, as a matter of fact. He
reckons you've nicked half his car.

Look, it's my car.

Father wanted me to have it.

Yeah, well, your brother reckons...
Well, he would, wouldn't he?

He just wants to sell it. That's all it
means to him, money.

What's money compared to that? I hate
money. I quite agree, Mr Barker. There's

nothing worse than money. My father?

What did that car say in the family?

So you're telling us it belongs to both
of you? Look, it's my hard work that

made that car what it is. And when my
father died, Andrew found out how much

was really worth.

He is not telling it.

There's no chance of a compromise, I
suppose.

You said it.

And if you or he or anyone else comes
near that car, I'll blow your heads off.

It's the only course they would let me
in for.

Ah.

So how are you enjoying university life?

I enjoy the social life.

It's the exams I find difficult.

Oh, well, I don't think you should worry
too much about that. You just need to

be introduced to some of the right
people, that's all.

Go on, girls, this way.

Snap.

What is? The glasses.

Snap. Oh.

Yeah.

So, what do you do then?

Um, I'm a zoologist.

Oh. What exactly does that comprise of?

Eh? What do you actually study?

Well, I study zoos, don't I?

You were right. She is on the bin.

Yeah, I thought so.

Well,

you told me to tell you tonight.

I know, I know, I did. You did it right.

Where's Laura now?

Well, I dropped her at the university.

She's going to see if Isabel comes back
to her room or not.

And you're both convinced she's on the
game?

Yeah, totally.

We both saw her separately.

No other explanation, mate.

What do I tell our parents?

What do I tell them?

Sleep on the job, eh?

They're only not adults.

I'm this.

past five.

Where is she?

In the library.

What's she doing in there?

I don't know. She's been there since she
got back.

Talk about leading a double life.

Are you sure she's still in there?

I think so.

What did Kent say?

Oh, he's going to tell the parents
today.

I'm glad I don't have to do it.

I think I'm in love anymore.

Morning.

Rough night?

I don't feel like going to bed now. No,
no, no. You've got to get some sleep,

otherwise you won't. Thank you.

What time are you meeting at?

Twelve at the Grand.

Remind Isabel about the poppies.

I will.

She'll have a note under her door. Okay.

What was all that about?

The girl at the party.

My children.

It's probably too violent.

The keys.

Syringes.

I can't make back what you saw.

Well, she came out of the hotel room
with this Italian fellow and he gave her

something. And the bloke at the party
gave her money. Did you actually see the

money change hands?

I was too far away.

And you do know there were drugs in the
package, do you?

Well, what about the syringe wrappers?
What about them? They could be for

anything. She didn't try and hide them,
did she?

Look, all I'm getting from you two is
two separate stories at once, both of

completely unconvincing, and we've got
two days to get to the bottom of this,

right?

Yes, King. Well, let's do something
about it, shall we?

Yes, King.

Oh, do you want me to follow that other
girl into the hotel?

Yes, well, I'm going to persuade Helen
to come with you. I need at least one

brain on the case.

What about me?

You follow Isabel and don't jump to
conclusions.

Sorry.

Now, buzz off!

Morning, Kent.

I'd like to see you awake and alert
already.

Here you are.

Brought you a cup of tea.

Oh, Harry.

All part of the service, mate.

Along with finding a vital witness who
might be able to lead us to foreground.

I've just spent half an hour with those
two men in my ear. I'm worn out before

the day's begun.

Who have you found?

An independent witness.

Mrs Barker.

They've got a mother?

I'm ashamed of both my sons.

I'm only sorry they brought you into
this ridiculous family affair.

Well, who actually owns the car?

Neither.

Tea?

I've had more success breeding beans
than sons.

Pure personality clashes.

It's the shared purpose, I suppose.

The hive mentality.

William, take those wretched creatures
off the floor.

No, no, I'm all right, really.

He calls himself a butler.

I don't know where they all come from.
Those two belong to my husband.

I seem to keep on acquiring more.

They're just coming off the street,
through my tap -tap and settle down.

Milk? Yes, please.

So, um, the car was originally left to
both of them?

Well, it was left to them to be shared.

But I hardly think that cutting it in
half is sharing it.

The ownership, therefore, reverts to me.

That is what my husband would have
wanted.

Ah, but possession is nine tenths of the
law, Mrs Barker.

Precisely.

Dominique.

Buongiorno. Buongiorno.

State bellissima. Oh, grazie.

Well, they're not going to get up to
much in here, are they?

Mrs Yelda.

Luigi, could we have a table on the
terrace?

What about that one over there?

I think that one might be promised.

Oh, go on. I'll do the same for you one
day.

Momento. Luigi?

I seem to recognise that gentleman over
there. Could you find out his name for

me? Si, va bene.

This way.

I know there's something going on. Oh,
don't be ridiculous, Laura. No wonder

Kell and Harry didn't want to bother
you.

What are we going to have to eat?

Please, ladies.

It's funny how children change, isn't
it? They look so innocent.

Do you know, even then they hated each
other. I used to pray they'd be

kidnapped.

Quite mildly.

A jungle book.

Mrs Barker,

family shoes aren't exactly our
business. I don't really see what we can

help you. I want you to help me get the
car back.

But we can't do that.

How much has Andrew offered you?

Several thousand pounds.

Five percent of the car, when he sells
it.

Five percent of nothing is nothing.

Whatever they may say, I am not... going
to let them sell that car.

Now, I will offer you £500 if you will
help me retrieve both halves.

You mean feel it?

Retrieve it.

Besides, to be perfectly frank, Mr.
Boone, do you really believe that either

them is going to have me locked up?

Good.

Here's the logbook and spare set of
keys.

What are you doing this afternoon?

You could have made it very awkward for
Ken, you know.

Supposing he told those nice people
their daughter was selling her body?

Scusate, signora, signorina. The
gentleman is called Signor Alberti. He

staying here until Tuesday. He is from
Firenze. Thank you. My pleasure.

That's Alberti. The man Isabel was with
yesterday.

Upstairs.

Just because he's Italian doesn't mean
he's a drug -barrier.

And that's a pack of duty -free, I
suppose.

I take full legal responsibility for
this.

till six o 'clock this morning.

Looking after your interests?

You've never looked after anyone's
interests but yours.

I think the diplomat's son might put a
few pennies in your piggy bank.

Did you sort him out?

I think he'll be a happy man.

You owe me.

for the money.

All I'm saying at this stage is that
it's too early.

But we need to know what's going on.

We'll forgive her anything, so long as
we know.

It's a worry, you see.

I understand.

All we know so far is that she's getting
a lot of money in exchange for some

envelopes. Drugs.

There's no point jumping to conclusions.

She could be completely innocent.

How long is it going to take, Mr Boone?

I'll call in at the university in the
morning.

And don't worry about the money.

Mother! Darling!

I thought I'd pay you a surprise visit.

That's what grandmothers are for, aren't
they?

Come in.

Darling!

Mother's here.

Oh, I don't know, do I?

Oh,

my God.

It's the mad brother.

Which mad brother?

Andrew! What have you done with him?
What?

The car!

Oh, stop whinging, Graham.

Your stooge is a bag of my bloody
garage!

Come on, is it negative earth or
positive earth? I don't know, Harry. You

keep trying.

40 ,000 quid each.

My God!

What would Father have said? Oh, leave
him out of it. You can't stand there and

tell me you don't need the money. Your
business is collapsing.

But please don't sit on my back!

Alan, you can't rush these things. I
mean, these cars are like fine wines.

They need to be savoured.

I mean, even the camshaft's an original.

You know, I could really get a touch to
this. Please don't. If this family's as

mad as you, KDR, let's get the car to
the break, please.

Heart meets technology.

Can I get to the stuff, Sir Harrison?
Which faculty?

Start.

Second floor, room B8.

Can I help you?

Mr. Harrison?

Dr. Harrison, how are you?

Cain Boone, private investigator.

You're looking for a gun?

My card.

What can I do for you?

I'm not sleeping with anybody's wife.

I'm employed by Isabel Sheridan's
parents.

Oh.

Why? Well, I thought you might tell me.

What makes you think that?

I want to know what this is.

It's what's commonly called an envelope.

This was given to you by Isabel
yesterday for some money.

Yes. Well, I'd like to know what's
inside.

Open it.

are these?

Essays.

That one's tissue and I think the other
one's money.

You're disappointed.

What did you expect?

Snapshots of Isabel naked on a bearskin
rug.

I don't care what your game is mate.

I'm being paid by her parents to find
out where she's getting all this money.

You were seen giving her money for one
of these.

Should we go and talk to Isabel?

Yeah.

Lower, lower.

Come on.

Hold it.

Helen, why don't we make him an offer
for the car?

A classic car is a courtesy car. Think
about it.

I've thought about it, Harry.

No.

Oh, bloody hell, and I'm not even
married to her.

What's it got to do with you where I get
my money from? Because your parents are

worried about you, and so am I.

Since they found that syringe in your
waistband.

I give myself weekly injections of
antihistamine because I suffer badly

fever.

All right, I'm sorry. I got the wrong
end of the stick. What about these

poppies, then? 2 ,000 of them?

Not those sort of poppies.

The painting by Monet.

The one on table mats and tea towels.
Even you must have seen them.

With a 2 ,000 -word analysis of the
painting.

That's what he paid you for?

Yes. You make money out of writing
essays for other people.

You have to buy a car.

I write very good essays.

They don't come cheap.

You organise all this.

Is that ethical?

You seem to have a very naive view of
universities.

Scholars have always exchanged their
work.

There's nothing illegal about it.

They're forced to do it by a ridiculous
system which is based upon exams.

We're simply taking the concept of
intellectual exchange to its logical

conclusion. I don't think we'll be
needing these. You wouldn't understand.

The university authorities might.

Is that a threat?

You have no proof, they say.

Classic dilemma for a man in your
profession.

You have a crime without a victim.

I just wondered if you've got any ideas
as to what I tell your parents, because

I haven't. Tell them nothing.

You can't prove anything.

What do you think they'd like to know?
They've got a daughter who's prepared to

sell herself for 50 quid a time?

Don't take that high moral tone with me.

I'm selling my brain, not my body, to
idiots with more money than sense who

shouldn't even be at university.

Pays for my own education.

Where's the harm in that?

Well, if you don't own... I'm not going
to tell you.

It's 1989, Mr Boone. The age of self
-help, remember?

Why shouldn't the ones with money
subsidise the ones with talent?

Oh, God!

Look, here's the letter.

I'll see you in a minute, OK?

If you do speak to them, tell them their
daughter's got into Florence

University.

That should please them.

Ciao. I'll send you a postcard.

Andrew, come on.

None of this would have happened if you
hadn't started mucking around with

private detectives. Let's just
concentrate on getting the car back. But

happened then?

We'll sort it out later. We've got to
stick together on this. Mother's got to

think we've agreed, otherwise she'll
never cooperate.

Andrew! Andrew! Here!

Now these things are more complicated
than they look.

Ben?

Ben?

Right, don't say a word.

Stop whinging, Andrew.

Just get in the bloody car.

I've got to trust you. Come on.

Mother!

How dare you get out of the car at once?

We've agreed everything now. Just get
out of the way. I don't care what you've

agreed. I'm going to make up my own mind
on this one. Where's Harry?

Over there.

It'll probably never ever work again.

I don't know.

Bloody man, he has to have him arrested.

This is your fault for being so bloody
greedy.

It's your fault for wasting time. Boys,
come here.

I've decided to tell you what I'm going
to do with your father's car.

I want you all to meet me tomorrow at
noon at Denby Interchange.

I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.

Is that all right, Mr Crawford? Yeah.

Anything you like, as long as you get me
an osteopath.

Where is it? Ah, Dr Harrison.

You know what I'm talking about, Mr
Boone. You tell me, mate.

You've stolen something from my office.

You've committed a felony.

I want everything you've taken returned.

What am I supposed to have stolen?

A file, probably.

Well, if it's that important, surely you
can remember more of it than that.

It contains personal information to
which you have no right. I don't know

you've taken it. I really don't have the
time to find out. I just want

everything you've taken back.

Well, I'll drop it off at the Porter's
Lodge next time I'm passing.

My patience is strictly limited, Mr
Boone. Unless you return the documents,

shall have to call the police.

You read history of art, Dr Harrison.

I read people.

See ya.

I don't know yet.

No,

no.

It's just a chance for the students to
show their yearly work to the public.

Ladies and gentlemen, members of the
department, I am reliably informed that

this is not, in fact... an exhibit, but
indeed a pile of bricks.

The main reason for our little get
-together tonight is, of course, to

distinguished guest, Professor Giovanni
Alberti of Florence University.

I say we are deeply honoured because he
has selected

two of our students I've got a little
weakness proposition.

They are, of course, Dominic Taylor and
Isabel Sheridan.

Giovanni.

It's just that no matter how keen you
are on money, you might like to write me

an essay.

Uh -huh. On women as object.

That's your special subject, isn't it?

Yes.

Well, I've heard through the grapevine
some of your research is up for grabs,

the price is right.

Do you know you could have saved
yourself the bother writing that stuff

mere £50?

This is worth over two grand on the
international market.

At least, that's what your friend, Mr
Harrison, is getting out of it.

I take it you weren't in on a cut.

I did nine months of hard work, Mr
Boone.

The whole point of everything I've been
doing.

I'm sorry.

I thought it would help.

Impress me ever since I first met you.
Do you mind if I hang on to this for a

moment? Sure.

Just what the hell are you doing here?

Well, it's open to the public, isn't it?

I was just interested to hear what
Isabel had to say.

Oh, very little, I suspect. She's far
too ambitious to do anything stupid.

We shall see.

And now, the second of our Florentine
scholars.

I'm sure

you know how

thrilled I am to be receiving this
scholarship.

And I would like to thank Senor Alberti
for making this year's hard work more

than worthwhile.

The subject of my thesis, Woman as
Object, has always fascinated me, not

terms of 18th century art, but because
of the relevance it still has today.

This special insight has come from my
tutor, Michael Harrison, whose close

interest in my work has gone beyond the
call of duty.

I am sure that without his support,

I would never have grasped the subtler
implication of woman as object.

I would like to repay him.

And I'm sure there are many others who
are grateful for the knowledge he has

spread so freely.

Thank you.

How much is your career worth, Michael?

I shall be leaving this with Mr. Boone
for safekeeping, just to make sure

history doesn't repeat itself.

Would you kindly invoice Dr. Harrison
for my parents' expenses?

They'll have no fury.

Well, where the hell is she?

I've got it. What?

She's giving the car to a bloody museum.

I can't believe they're still bickering
over that car.

Well, I wouldn't like to have to choose
between either of them.

Bloody hell.

She's married him.

She's married the bloody butler.

Andrew!

Hey, Ken.

I just had a thought.

What? Did she ever pay you that 500
quid?

No, she didn't.

Mr. Ball.