All language subtitles for Boon s04e08 Do Not Forsake Me

I got you

Not a lot of loyalty for your old mate,
Freddy.

Messon is leaving. He's getting out.

What would Sammy say?

What would he do?

He's still inside, isn't he?

He'll be out any day.

Now you've got a choice, old Sam.

Do you want to wait for Sammy?

Or do you want me to torture him?

Morning. What's all this? We're out in a
forest?

A Mr Robert Messner rang. He wants you
to give him a ring straight away.

That's the number.

What's it all about?

Something about wanting to go on a world
cruise and needing a bodyguard.

No, he never said.

I told you that ad would pay for itself,
didn't I?

A little bird tells me you've got a top
throw lined up for the sports weekend.

Oh, yeah, a surprise guest might.

I'll give you a gentle hint.

You speak Spanish.

I don't think Savvy's going to be very
impressed with that, Harry.

Robert Messner. Hi.

I'd invite you inside, but Dustin's
silly. Yeah, I noticed.

Yeah, well, you can't be too careful.

Come with me.

My grandfather was Swiss.

Is that what you're going to retire?

Switzerland.

Cyprus. Nice.

Sea air, mountains, quiet.

Lots of English people, no riffraff.

Think you can handle it, then?

Yeah, it's not a problem.

I used to run a motorbike dispatch
business.

Well, don't misunderstand me, but...

I don't think a bike's quite
appropriate.

I've got a car for you. All right? Yeah.
Whatever you want, mister.

Call me Bob. Bob.

You got a pen?

Yeah.

Well, you can pick it up from Freddy
Tucker, 69 Crichton Terrace.

You got that? Yeah, yeah.

Um, this bloke, he walked out of me.

Out of the blue.

You can't rely on anyone nowadays.

And about my rate... Oh, 250 a day plus,
uh... What is it they say in the

movies? Plus expenses.

All right?

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

Okay.

Well, I'll need you for a few evenings.

Spot of pleasure with business, eh?

All right.

Okay, I'll fetch the car.

That's Sammy, isn't it?

How are you, mate?

Did you get out?

You got the wrong manhole, son.

Oh, Harry?

Yeah? I thought you'd sorted out the
parking arrangements with Ditton.

What? What?

Access to Ditton's field. He's been
impossible.

Well, he seemed perfectly amenable when
I talked to him. Well, he isn't now.

Oh, well, look, we'll sort something
out.

Harry, look, two Saturdays from now, 500
cars are coming with nowhere for anyone

to park within a mile of the house.

Helen, I'll sort it out.

You boom?

Yeah.

Who's this?

Yeah.

Right back.

Yeah. That's why Jack lived in. It's out
of petrol. You'll need about 40 to fill

that up.

40?

Anything else?

Well, don't you stand there shaking your
head like a dodgy garage mechanic.

Well, you must have some idea what's
doing it.

Could be a lot of things, Mr Crockwood.

Is it going to get any worse?

Well, it isn't getting any better.

I'll mix up some revitaliser and blow it
on a course of bone meal.

Hmm.

Someone here for Mr Messner. Oh, please
show me.

Mr Boone? Yes.

Please.

Please.

Mr Messner told us you were calling in
for the contract, sir. They'll be ready

for you in a minute. Thanks.

The buyer would like them signed and
returned by this afternoon.

I hope Mr Messner understands that.

Yeah, I'm sure he does.

I feel very anxious to conclude this
business with him as soon as possible.

Yeah, fine.

If not sooner.

Look, I only work for the bloke, all
right.

So do we, Mr Boone.

Ah.

As soon as possible?

If not sooner.

Who's there?

All right, have them.

Sit.

All right.

I know why you're doing this, Boris.

You know I've got to complete quickly,
and you know why.

Not me, Mr Messner. My client.

And he also knows that you've got rising
damp, and you're going to have to knock

ten grand off the final price.

Well?

Tell him it's a deal.

And here are the contracts.

Look at it this way, Mr Messner.

You won't be troubled by rising damp in
the Algarve.

Good day.

You slippery bastards.

Got a pen?

I thought you were going off to Cyprus.

What? In case this isn't going down the
Algarve. Look where I'm going, it's none

of his business or yours.

Look, I'm sorry, Ken, I'm under a lot of
pressure here.

You take these contracts back to him and
I want you to pick me up here at nine.

It's nine?

Ken, the Beausoleil Club does not open
in the morning.

Right.

The Beausoleil Club? Hey, dressed like
that.

Well, that's supposed to be the show for
a night, eh?

Oi. Oh, sorry, yeah.

Posh place, is it, then?

Oh, it's posh all right, Ken, yeah, but
what it really is, it's expensive.

Oh, the sort of place you go to.

Oh, a chance would be a fine thing.

And off the bloody members come into
this sporting weekend.

You know, the golf course looks as
though it's contracted leprosy.

Oh.

Oh, it's all very well for you to say oh
like that, mate.

It's more than an inconvenience, Ken.

Quite good names at stake here.

Could be made a laughing stock.

What's causing it?

Oh, I don't know. Forget it. I mean,
it's just a patch of dead grass, isn't

Harry, will you do me a favour?

Yeah, what?

Ask around your mates if they know
anything about this mess in the bloke.

What do you want to know exactly?

Well, I'm working for him and no one,
but no one, including his solicitor,

him. I want to know why.

Yeah, OK.

Bloody laughingstock.

It's a little bit of bloody
laughingstock.

What do you think of it?

A bit down market for me.

Should have sold this place years ago.

What, you own it?

How are you?

Get

yourself

a drink.

Chances are I'm impressed by the muscle,
Bobby.

A bit past its prime, isn't he?

What's he going to do? Beat me up and
steal my checkbook?

I take it you bought your checkbook.

Of course I did.

We're going to do business, aren't we?

Well, that's for me to decide.

We don't think so, Bobby.

No person shall not sabotage.

Why on earth would anyone want to
sabotage a sports weekend, Harry?

You know, there's a lot of things on the
ground that people just don't know

about.

Don't you start.

No, you know, toxic stuff, chemicals.

Harry.

Thank you very much, Rocky.

You know, I've never really seen the
attraction engulf myself.

Oh. Oh.

Yeah. Ken, get over here straight away.

Somebody shot my dogs.

You got any idea?

I didn't see anyone.

I haven't a clue who'd do something like
this.

Just had a couple of shots, that's all.

So no one actually broke in?

I didn't check, I just called you.

He went down for eight years. What for?

Manslaughter.

It had nothing to do with me.

I fired him before it happened.

Barney blames me.

What's his name?

Robinson.

Sammy Robinson.

Bedroom check the bedroom

Listen,

I can't afford a police investigation.

They're going to keep me hanging around
here all week.

I just want to sort out my business and
get out of this bloody country pronto.

It's just a couple of dogs.

No police.

Can't stay here tonight, Ken.

Well, come on, get a break.

and Mr Becker to serve.

Yes. Yes, Mr McElroy, the ball was in.

Yes, we'll have a bit less of that,
please. That should be fine for racket

abuse.

Morning.

I haven't had any breakfast.

Oh, that's all right. That's OK.

Look, sorry I gave you a hard time
yesterday, mate.

Oh, well, that's OK.

No, no.

I'm like a bear with a sore paw over
this bloody sports weekend.

It's important to me, though, Rocky.

Yeah, well, I mean, I don't mind helping
out, you know, until I get a proper

job. Oh, thanks, mate.

Hey, listen, I reckon I can swing you
something permanent here.

How does that seem to you? Well, I'm
very kind of you, Harry, and everything,

but I don't think... Hey, no more.

I'll have a word with Helen.

It's a funny thing, Rocky.

I know what you mean about golf.

Harry? Harry?

Told you all, Mrs Yeldon. Not
interested.

I thought we'd agree the price.

Changed my mind.

I mean, if it's just a question of
money, I'm sure I can find another 100,

pounds.

Bloody hell.

What's the matter? Don't you like the
country air? Country air?

There's no better air than this in the
back end of bloody Birmingham. So why

don't you go back there, then?

Mr Denton!

Name your price.

One thousand pounds.

Well, I'll have to talk to Mrs. Yeldon.

Of course you will.

Is it, Jim? It looks like something's
got into the water table, Mrs. Yelda.

Is it the drain?

Smells like it.

Well, what do we do?

You know, maybe it's got something to do
with them patches on the golf course

and the tennis court.

The tennis court?

Oh, yeah, well, I was rolling it and I
noticed some new patches. Well, it's

practically the old court now.

Where's Harry?

He's gone to see that farmer.

Jim? No, didn't.

What do we do about this, Jim? Well,
there's only one thing for it. Get the

out and get down the drain.

I'm strictly botanical, Mrs.

Yeldon. Rocky.

Couldn't we get one of those dynamic
drain cleaning company people?

Yeah.

Morning. Miss Natalie Robinson, Olivia.

That cow.

Who is it, Mum?

Someone for Natalie.

She hasn't lived here for years.

Do you know where she is living?

I haven't seen her and I don't know.

Mum. Shut up, will you?

What do you want to know for?

I just want to ask her a few questions,
that's all.

What about?

Mum.

Coming!

I don't know where the bitch lives and I
don't care.

Thank you.

Here. Christine, Cambridge Court.

Thank you.

Where's Curly?

How should I know?

Fetches me trousers, Mum.

Hi. Are you Mrs. Natalie Robinson?

Yeah.

My name's Boone, Ken Boone. I'm a
private investigator.

Do you think I could have a couple of
words with you?

I'm working for Mechina.

I've been in business for, um... Let me
see.

About six years, when Sammy got sent
down.

Equal partners?

Oh, yeah.

But when they bought the Beausoleil
Club, Messner got embarrassed every time

Sammy went round there.

Didn't fit the new image.

Not that Sammy cared.

He thought the place was strictly for
poncies anyway. He was happier throwing

the drunks out of their discos.

When did they fall out?

Well, it started when Sammy accused
Messner of having an affair with me.

And was he?

Bobby tried it on.

You know, lunches, flowers, a little
cuddle here and there.

I couldn't go for him.

Anyway, Sammy would have killed me.

He really would have.

So, lovable, romantic little Bobby
dropped Sammy in it.

What happened?

A couple of Geordies started up a flash
new club.

The disco started losing money and
overfiffed.

Methanol wound Sammy up about it, which
doesn't take much doing.

Sammy paid the Geordies a little visit.

And... You see, Sammy's not exactly

simple.

But you have a simple view of life.

If it gets in your way, knock it down.

Anyway, one of the Geordies died from a
fractured skull a week later.

Messina said he'd stand by, Sammy.

Got him a solicitor.

All he did was make sure that Messina
wasn't implicated.

Sammy got eight years.

Oh, he did the damage, but Messina was
pulling his strings.

Do you want another cup?

Yeah.

Isn't he due out soon?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him since his first year
inside.

I divorced him in 85.

Well, I wasn't going to wait eight years
for a psycho like Sammy, was I?

I think Messner's got a death wish.

I wouldn't want to be in his shoes when
Sammy does get out.

Well, someone's threatening him now.

Is that Messner's car you're driving?

Yeah.

Good.

What are you doing?

Don't you know what happens to mess in
this bow out?

Looking good, Nat.

Bet he made you very.

Alright, Jim.

Come on, Nick Burdick.

Woof.

Those are Sammy's... Bravo.

The nice one.

Oh, yeah.

I don't care if he's asking 5 ,000. If
this keeps up, we'll have to cancel the

weekend. Oh, it's not that bad, surely.

Harry, take a deep breath.

Yeah, what?

The smell.

There is no smell, Ellen.

Well, yes, there is a bit of a smell,
but it's not that bad.

Well, it's not as bad as it was.

What sort of smell was it?

Sewage, Harry.

That's why the bar's empty.

Oh.

There you go.

Keep the change.

Well, thank you very much, sir.

Not like that.

I don't remember taking a booking from
Bob Messner. No, I meant to tell you. I

found him sitting at my desk with his
feet up, making calls to the Middle East

or somewhere.

I'm sorry, it's an emergency. Ken, I
want him out of here now.

I've got enough trouble as it is.

Yeah, I know.

Ken? What the hell's happened to my car?

Your car? Tell her what's happened to
your car.

Sammy's brothers are taking care of your
car.

Hasn't it vaguely occurred to you that
they may be something to do with your

dogs getting shot?

Sit.

I saw Natalie Robinson.

What did she say?

She told me what went on eight years
ago.

He's a madman, Ken.

Yeah, she told me that.

She also said him and you were great
friends.

Yes, we were.

Close friends.

He changed. He's a psycho, Ken.

Ken, phone.

Don't move.

Hello? Yeah.

Is he?

Really?

When?

Okay, yeah, thank you.

Listen, love, can I have the keys to
Harry's Land Rover?

Oh, come on, Annette.

I've got to get out, Ken.

How about tonight?

What do you mean?

Sammy's out.

Two days ago.

I've decided to oversee the completion
of the house personally.

Just make sure you do.

Look, Ken, I've just got one more call
to make.

It's personal.

Do you mind?

I appreciate it.

The less I know about your business, the
better.

Get him on a shuttle to Heathrow, Ken.

He'll have to go on the four o 'clock
train.

Yeah, he flaming will be, if I've
anything to do with it.

I really think he's one of the nastiest
people I've ever met.

Yeah. What's your problem, anyway?

Someone's out to get him.

Not surprised.

And one that was even nastier than he
is.

And if he doesn't go now, he's in
trouble. Which means double trouble for

everybody.

Put it this way.

Getting him out of town is a sort of
service to the community.

Well, I have looked at it that way.

Does it help?

No.

Are you all right, Jim?

Yeah.

It's worse, isn't it?

No, it's different.

Oh, God, I think I've made it worse.

No. No, it's different.

Okay.

Telephone. Oh,

it's the truth. It's worse.

Hello? Oh, hello, Ken.

I'm down the drain at the moment.

Yeah?

Oh, great.

Yeah, be straight over, mate.

Harry? I know where it's coming from.

Look, that was Ken. It's an emergency.
I've got to go, OK?

Yes, OK, go on.

I've got to go, Jim!

I bloody know where that's coming from.

Inspector Lockie, Ken's got a job for
you. What is it?

You take these to the first solicitor's
office on the lift. They're the

contracts for the sale of the house.

You then take the papers that the first
solicitor's going to give you to the

second address on the lift. That's
Messner's home. You get the contract

Ken will be there as well to give you
more papers.

And then you take all of the papers to
the second solicitor's office, which is

the third address on the lift.

Have you got that? I've done this
before, you know, Laura.

Devil's eye, me. Very nice.

Hurry up, will you? Yes, yes, yes.

Oi.

Have you had a word with your Mrs
Yeldon?

Yes, I have.

And the feeling is that you'll need that
£1 ,000, will I?

Yes, and probably you'll get more
besides when the Health and

Officer pays you a visit.

You won't be getting it from us.

What's he going to do then?

Well, he's going to look at these
leaking pesticide drums.

And this apology for the drainage ditch.

Because he's going to look at our
foliage and he's going to put two and

together.

I don't care what he does.

You're not getting that field.

Mr. Ditton, I wouldn't have my guests
park within a mile of this stinking

Oh. Our solicitor will be in touch about
the compensation.

Your little exhibition of peak last
night's going to cost you, Bobby.

Call it money in the swear box, if you
like.

Now, don't you try to screw me, Douglas.

Screw you.

I'm going to nail you to the wall,
Bobby, and you're going to love it

you haven't got a choice, not any more.

I hear you're leaving.

Now, look, I'm no threat to anyone here
anymore, Doug.

Just for a fair deal.

You're obviously not in a negotiating
mood, Bobby. Why don't you come back

later? You can buy me dinner.

Now, look, this has got to be sorted out
now.

I'm leaving on the four o 'clock train.

Then I can't see why you wouldn't be
delighted to accept my new offer.

Which is £300 ,000.

All in.

I've enjoyed this immensely, Boris.

The money will be released at three o
'clock, gentlemen.

Benjamin, make that 3 .15.

Come on, you've got a plane to catch.

Jeff Robinson, please.

Jeffrey, Douglas Cruikshank.

Yes, yes.

Thought you and Curly might like to
organise a little going -away party.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

They kept me waiting around. All right,
mate. All right, all right.

Could he get to the bank on time? Yeah,
providing you're going to pay his

speeding fines. You know, I'm sure they
kept me hanging around on purpose.

Well, you won't be hanging about much
longer, will you? Now, get this one to

next solicitor, all right?

And this one to the bank in Derby Road.

I have done this before, you know. All
right, Lucky, sorry.

Now, meet us back at the station. Yeah,
all right.

Look, I haven't got long to get to the
bank, mate.

Yes, well, do you seem to be in order?

Be sure to tell Mr Messner good
riddance, won't you?

Hello, Sammy.

Looking for your partner?

No.

I'm looking for you.

I haven't got a ticket.

Try on the train.

Try on the train.

Try on the bloody train.

It's all right with my mate again.

Thank you.

Don't hit me, Sammy.

Don't hit me!

I've been thinking about this, Polly.

I've been thinking about this.

Years. Have you been thinking about it?
Eh?

Have you been dreaming about it?

Like me?

I'll bet you have.

I'll bet you have.

Mr. Boone, isn't it?

Yeah, that's right.

Adieu, it's sending.

When did you get out?

Boston, let it go away.

You are out of order. We're out of
order. We never touched.

You've been getting busy.

Well, we figured you'd want us to give
him a few lumps for a family honour

like... Shut up.

Get out.

Out!

And you.

I'm not going anywhere, really.

Well, well, well, well.

A little loyalty allowed.

Whatever did you do to deserve that?

I forgive you, Bobby.

I don't want any aggravation.

I just want my share, my half of the
club money with six

years' interest.

And I want it yesterday.

But you'd have taken care of all that
already, wouldn't you?

Yes.

Yes, of course you would.

In which case, we've got no further
business.

I'll be at Natalie's.

Bobby.

Don't let me down.

You should have gone down with me,
Bobby.

You might have learned something.

Good afternoon, Mr. Bloom.

You still managed to miss that train,
didn't you?

Not many in tonight, Harry.

What is that terrible smell?

That's why there aren't many in tonight,
Ken.

Can you help?

Who are they?

Health and Safety Executive.

You see, we thought we had chemicals
leaching into the water table from

farm. But they tell me that it was
running into an underground stream via

Ditton's faulty drainage.

Anyway, it turned out to be not as bad
as we thought.

But the best news is that Ditton's going
to be prosecuted.

And he's going to have to replace the
tennis court and the green.

Well, that should hit the miserable
bugger where it hurts most, shouldn't

What are you talking about?

That's bloody typical, that is.

What? Spend the whole day swanning round
in some flash car and you don't even

know what's going on under your nose.

We've been having an ecological crisis,
mate.

Ecological? Yeah.

I sorted it out, though.

Well, who is he, then?

Who? This bloke you've been chauffeuring
around.

Oh, I know I was going to ask about him,
but I haven't had time today.

I'll do it tomorrow What was his name
again?