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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.