All language subtitles for Chancer s02e06 Fall.eng

Thank you.

Our father bailed her out.

Where are they?

England.

Economy class.

Where is she in England?

You know, Anna, there's not much to go
on.

Well, there will be.

Or I might just remember how long it
took you to get me out of here.

What's going to happen to us?

In what sense happen to us?

You'll be living with your baby.

I'm working with a grandfather who won't
have me in the house.

Where do I fit in?

That sense.

It won't always be like that.

When won't it?

Give me time.

I'll talk him round to you.

Eventually.

What are you actually going to do there?
I don't know.

I don't care.

Just as long as I can have Joseph.

Anna, I don't have any choice.

It's my kid.

I can't describe what I feel.

I feel jealous.

Look, I love you.

I'll make it all right.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

But it will be.

Maybe we should keep it simple.

Just stop now.

Derek, have you ever thought that maybe
one day you might have to choose between

us? Me or Joseph?

Huh?

What would you do if you had to?

One or the other?

Cheat.

Mr. Franklin, is it true that your Bill
British campaign is on the rocks? No.

Come on, we've got some... We must have
something to... Will you be making a

statement today?

No. Is it true you're facing record
losses this year?

None of your bloody business.

We need a statement, Mr. Franklin.

We want to get one.

Thomas Franklin, the one -time favourite
at Number 10, is in trouble with his

crusade to revive British manufacturing
and shares in his... Well...

Franklin can afford it, I suppose.

No, he can't, and neither can I.

I'm selling out of his casino syndicate
and dissolving all our financial ties.

What? Is it that bad?

I do not intend to find out at first
hand.

His judgment is now fuddled by pride and
personal grief.

Not content with urinating a million a
day into this risible obsession.

He engages a rake whose career would
make a docker's whore, Blanche.

As long as he keeps Franklin away from
here, I don't care. I can't bail out of

Winterley the way you can dump your
casino.

Olivia, darling, of course you can.

Leave everything to Piers and his
communist doxy.

I should.

Sorry to interrupt here.

Hello, David.

Or is this an official visit, Inspector?

Not yet.

I've been meaning to have a chat for a
while. It's the gambling, I'm afraid.

They're private parties.

My guests can do what they want.

You're registered for entertainment, not
gambling.

And between you and me, we know you're
running a casino virtually every night.

I've got a lot of friends who spend a
lot of time here.

So do I.

One way or another.

Legally, Piers is operating in a grey
area.

Legally, he's operating in a prisonable
area.

You're a friend, Piers.

And I don't want the gaming board
prosecuting you and asking me how come I

noticed this casino on my patch.

Look, you've had a good run, so do me a
favour and make tonight your last.

For a decent period of time.

You're late.

Start as I mean to go on.

What a dump.

Jerusalem. The jewel in his crown.

It's his life's work making a success of
this.

No one lives that long, Willie.

Well, it's great to have you back.

Where's Joseph?

Home. And Franklin's in with his
merchant bankers, but he left me

for you.

Clean it.

Inside and out.

Especially the windows.

You're sacked, Stebbings.

He's in a foul temper.

In you go.

Oh, gentlemen, this is Derek Louse.

You may remember him.

He recently achieved notoriety when he
gave himself up after a long career of

dishonesty and fraud.

He reached a rather senior position in
one of your banks.

What's he doing here, Tom?

Oh, Michael, you promoted him yourself,
didn't you?

Um, well, I... He's a man of great drive
and talents, and I believe in second

chances.

As of now, he runs my build British
campaign. Objections?

Sir Stephen?

It's a bit late for that, isn't it, Tom?

This Hunnish obsession with
manufacturing is bleeding you dry.

And by extension, therefore, it's
bleeding us dry.

It's an investment in our future.

British motorbikes, high -fives. That's
what the Japs are there for.

Our future is in tourism and leisure.

The casinos are doing very well, for
example.

This country has become a casino.

And what, may one inquire, is your
formula for getting this corpse upright?

Dishonesty and fraud.

Only kidding.

Look, I'm sorry, Tom, but times are
hard.

We have our shareholders to consider.
Well, I didn't lend all their money to

countries who couldn't pay it back.

We've all been materically patient, Tom.

But unless you drop your campaign and
Jerusalem, we shall withdraw our funds

our support.

What?

Is this the opinion of you all?

The plans for this place have been made.

The companies are ready to build their
factories.

All we need is more time.

More money.

Look, let's meet for lunch tomorrow.

I'm afraid we need an answer by then,
Tom.

Vanish obsession.

Corpse.

Craven turds.

Another tiny push and all this filth
would be transformed.

Real jobs, real wealth.

What do you expect? They're bankers.

Bastards, usually.

It's only a project, Tom.

No.

Sooner or later we bank up to our
schools or hospitals and ourselves.

An economy lives from manufacturing, not
from fast food.

Chains funded by credit.

Wake up, this is England.

Go back to Winterlead, eh?

There's no job for you here now.

What do you mean?

What about Joseph?

We had a deal.

I work for you, I get access.

That's my son, Franklin.

Yours?

Yeah, mine.

Mine.

If you can't afford it, then you don't
pay me.

I'll sweep Jerusalem for nothing,
anything, but I'm not going.

Why can't you just keep your word for
once?

Because I live in the same vicious,
unpredictable world as you.

A world where things change.

Like they did this morning.

I don't want your philosophy.

I want my son.

But how much do you want him?

Say this, please.

Do that, and I shall legally recognize
you as the father.

And if I can't?

And bring me their heads on a plate.

And if you can't do that either, then
forget Joseph.

No, thank you.

No, it doesn't matter where I am.

Oh, God.

Derek Love, please.

Yes, it's very urgent.

Drink?

A dress.

I have her father's flat and his old
bank.

Play with it, Mr. Phillips.

Roman.

Your holiday inside screwed up a lot of
work. You're going broke.

It's not going in, is it? Listen.

Anna first.

Business later.

She put you inside.

Don't let her bankrupt you.

Somebody grasped you up.

It wasn't me.

Roman's out of prison.

How do you know?

Because I found out.

So?

So?

I'm scared, dickhead.

What of?

The only thing he knows about you in
England is your father's name. And his

bank, Clabours.

Where he doesn't work anymore.

Listen, right. You hit Winterley by
chance. So did Blake.

Where would he start?

Am I keeping you?

Sorry. Look, this was a bad time to get
away.

Look, please, take me seriously.

Roman can be charming, but when he
isn't, he's totally ruthless and totally

jealous. He just doesn't let people see
that.

Consider it.

Do you know why he was in prison?

This bloke came up to me in a bar.

Roman cut his face with a razor. You
could see the teeth through his cheek.

What were you doing with someone like
that?

I was able to control it at first.

But then he just went too far.

So I shot him and ran.

Anna, listen.

I'm sorry, but... I've got some real
problems here and now.

Roman isn't here and now, and he can't
find you, so there's nothing to worry

about.

You've got to put things in perspective.

Right.

Thanks for the support.

I won't keep you from me, Carly.

Anna!

Wait.

I love you.

But I don't need this, not now.

No. No, neither do I.

I won't be around for a while. Anna.
You've got to get things in perspective,

Dex.

You've got a minute. No. Yes, you have.

I'm just dying to tell you all my bad
news.

I suppose they had to get on to it
eventually.

Fatherhood's making you quite a
philosopher.

Look, the casino did okay while it
lasted.

Yeah, solid.

Sometimes I just want to jack the whole
lot in and go.

Got any ideas?

Yeah.

Think about my problems and yours don't
seem so bad.

I suppose so.

There must be easier ways of getting rid
of your mother than selling the land to

builders.

No one else will buy it.

I've been on to every land agent in the
south of England.

Winter Lee is the Douglas Motors of the
leisure industry.

Another great British investment
opportunity.

Invariably fatal to bankers. Yep, no
known antidote.

What did you say?

When?

Got a girl.

I've had a thought.

It's a very long lunch hour.

I think you should forget Jerusalem and
build Europe's largest fun park instead.

Well, what did you have for lunch?

And does it cause irreparable damage?

It's what the bankers want.

They'll kill each other to invest.

I've already researched the market to
death for Wintley.

It's all on computer.

I can bang out a preliminary investment
prospectus by breakfast.

You expect me to cover Jerusalem with
filth like that?

Not Jerusalem, no.

Wintley.

Piers is desperate to sell his land to
someone he can trust not to build houses

on it.

Oh, it's far worse.

Ward would never agree.

Not if we tell him what we're doing, no.

Or you would cheat him.

Death spoil Winterlee?

I haven't seen him.

He's sick of the responsibility and
dying to get rid of the whole thing.

But he has to pretend he still cares.

I know him.

He'll get used to the idea.

And the money.

You've become very cynical, Derek.

I want Joseph more than anything or
anyone in the world that's not cynical.

So, now I know what's in it for you and
Ward.

What's in it for me?

Why do I build what I despise most to
please those I hate most?

I'm coming to that.

We've got... 12 hours, exactly.

Move that across, and I don't like that.
Something else. How old are you? 35.

35 million.

50 copies.

I want to thank you all for staying up.

You'll be able to get some sleep in a
minute. Well done.

Well done.

Sir, we're here. The bank is... Oh,
right.

I want you to take notes, Ella.

You think we'll get away with this?

The bigger the lie, the more believable.

How did you manage all this so...
Quickly.

We didn't.

It's an idea we had a while ago.

I did all the work at the time, but he
shelved it to get on with Jerusalem.

Well, I'm gratified he's returned to his
senses, at least.

The final key point is the site.

Well, it's clearly ideal.

Close to the capital. Great transport
links.

Cheap.

Cheap? I know Lord Milburn. He's in a
tight fix financially.

Good. Won't there be opposition to such
a large project?

It's a dying rural area desperate for
jobs.

They're trying to build up its tourism.

Well, they should do that all right.

If you can get the site tied up, we'll
speak again.

Have you met Franklin's checkbook? How
does it do?

Not so good these days.

I should take the offer while stocks
last.

What offer?

Your land.

I want to buy the estate.

On behalf of Franklin.

This is the deal.

We guarantee never to build houses on
it.

You give us a good discount.

Why on earth would he do that?

Because I asked him to.

I found him a good deal.

In return, he'll buy you out and you get
your independence.

It's good land.

Nice investment.

If you can afford to sit on it.

Which you can't.

Give me time to think.

You don't have time. You know Franklin.

We've got to tie this thing up before I
get sacked for wearing the wrong shoes.

Once the matter appears, don't you trust
me?

Of course I do.

Good.

Where's Anna?

Still in London, we think.

Don't know, really.

So what do you say?

Yes. I said yes.

Such a relief, I think.

No, it isn't.

What?

Why didn't you wait till I'd seen it?

Well, there's a deadline.

I tracked him.

I had lunch with my brother today.

He told me the word in the city is that
Franklin's draining the banks for a

major leisure project.

Somewhere around here.

Franklin?

Coincidence. The contract.

Prohibits housing development, yes.

But not much else.

I'm sorry, Piers. I think you've been
had.

Right.

I think that's quite enough.

We'll give you a decision tomorrow.

Any shit.

I want the truth about this fun park now
or I throttle it out of Coley. Trust

me, it's a hoax. Trust me, it's a hoax.
We're screwing the bank. They're

investing in something worthless which
will never happen anyway. Are you

No, but Franklin and the bankers
probably are.

Look, Piers, it all works on trust. The
bankers trust Franklin, which is tough

on them because he's spanking them for
wrecking Jerusalem.

And Wimperley?

Us buying the land just makes it all
seem real.

What happens to their investments?

We give it back. There's nothing to
invest in.

We're just exposing their whole greedy,
stupid system, not ripping them off. I

can't believe Franklin would blow his
reputation like that.

He won't.

He'll just swap it for another one.

The Robin Hood who fooled the banks.

He's making a stand.

The truly appalling thing is you'll
probably pull it off.

What if you screw up?

Then the bankers just might turn against
Franklin and I stand a much better

chance of getting Joseph.

He's why I'm doing it.

Nothing else.

Can you tell me? Would you have trusted
me?

Yes.

Then I apologise.

Piers, don't ruin it.

Trust me.

Piers.

So, how is life in the country?

Hello, Michael.

Sorry, can't stop to chat, I'm afraid.

Good luck with this, sir.

Excuse me.

Piers.

Still no sign of Ada?

No.

Did you try Blake's London flat?

We tasked to decide who'd get the bath
and who'd get the bed.

He lost.

Where the hell have you been?

Willie let me in.

You owe me an apology.

I know I do.

That's okay, because I owe you one too.

So we're even.

No, we're not.

I've sorted out my academic future and
been to Dad's flat. Roman hasn't been

there. I think I've been getting things
out of perspective.

So do I.

You're missed.

What are you thinking?

I keep remembering you're Jimmy Blake's
daughter.

Does it, um, make sex a problem?

No.

I'm over him now.

Which one?

Oh, uh, 22.

Thank you.

Excuse me, it's Michael, isn't it?

Michael Coley.

Yes, do I know you?

Of course it is. I'm sorry, Paul Hughes.

We met at one of those Christmas dooms a
good few years ago now. Jimmy Blake.

I'm a friend of Jimmy Blake's.

Jimmy Blake. Yeah, Jimmy Blake.

So he hasn't changed at all, then?

Sadly not.

No, the only address I have for him
these days is care of the Mayfair

Mayfair? I know the Mayfair. The
Mayfair's in... In Edward Street.

Edward Street.

Fine. Look, why don't you pop in there?

They may have something more up to date.

Well, if I get the time, I will.

Well, in the meantime, it's very good to
see you. Well, it's awfully good to

meet you again.

Give my regards to Jimmy.

I will.

We've started without you, Michael.

Uh, yes, I'm sorry.

So, great opportunity, we think.

Terrific cash flow, and a good deal of
publicity in it for you, of course.

Of course. Now, what does Kleber say,
Michael?

Well, it's a beautiful sight.

The plans really come alive when you see
it.

Any problems with the planning
commission?

Are the authorities being embarrassingly
cooperative?

All the same, there's bound to be a bit
of a stink, surely.

Such a massive development on the
duster.

I've got an arrangement with Lord
Milbourne.

He still owns the village.

Objectors may find their landlord
getting less reasonable.

Well, it's been an appalling year for
us, but we managed to claw something

from South America, thank God.

So we're in.

Thank you, Michael.

You don't know what this means to me.

Sir Stephen?

I must, of course, remind you of the
necessity for total secrecy to your

Oh, Tom.

Flavors is a byword for confidentiality.

Actually, Michael, I hear you don't vet
your employees very carefully.

Well, I don't know.

I think we can find some spare change
for this one.

We did them, kid.

You should be asleep.

Come on, son.

It's strange, you know.

It seemed such a good idea, such a
challenge at the time.

But now that we've won, I just don't
think I can go through with it.

What?

Counselor?

Give the money back?

Whoops, sorry, we've changed our minds.

No, I mean... I think I'll have to build
Franklin World after all.

What?

To alter all that scandal.

You can't do that.

It's evil.

Harmless fun.

But it's everything you hate.

But such a gold mine.

Did the sounds yourself.

Yeah, but Winterly, Piers... Which is
more important to you?

Winterly or Joseph?

They'll get used to it.

You said so yourself.

Night, Joseph.

Night, Derek.

Not for you, baby!

You got the bloomin' cash!

I'll donate it to the fighting fund.
Very generous of you, my lord.

So what do you want to do?

Get a job building Franklin World?

Or shut up and think?

The first thing to do is wreck
Franklin's press evening tonight.

Let the investors see exactly what
they're in for.

Look.

I know this is my fault. I trusted a
friend.

And I was wrong.

No, you weren't.

It was my fault, not yours, Piers.

I don't know what to say except I'm
sorry. I blew it. That's all very well

you to say.

But look what you've done. Look, we know
what he's done.

Let's talk about what else he can do.

Well, Winterley's got no future. No.

The gambling's finished. We can't even
turn it into a theme park. So how do we

compete with Franklin World, eh? It
hasn't happened yet.

We fight. You hear me on the inside.
How?

He's a billionaire. He's got everyone in
his pocket.

You've got one weapon he hasn't. Time.
Stall him long enough and it won't

happen. Bollocks.

Piers, I've got to get back.

I'll explain what happened tonight.
Promise.

Okay. Let's have a show of hands as to
who's coming tonight.

What the...

A little extra incentive for you in your
labours.

Sooner or later, there'll be some sort
of inquiry, and I shall make sure your

curriculum vitae, plus a few previously
unreleased facts, will be fully

available for public scrutiny.

Come on, Jerry.

You know Franklin. I can't change his
mind now. I would if I could.

Oh, dear.

Well, I should try.

Otherwise, I think you'll find, when all
that... feces hit the public mush.

Your position at Franklin Hall could
change from asset to liability.

I don't think he'll even let Joseph open
your letters.

Let's just spy it.

Leave me on the inside, Jimmy. It's our
only chance. Is it?

Well, mustn't let you keep me, Poppett.

I have a casino to sell.

And what else did Jimmy say?

That's it.

If you go ahead with Winsley, he's going
to ruin me.

Well, we sure must go on.

What happens to our deal then?

I'll have to see.

You should always expect the unexpected.

I'm sick of your games.

I gave you the bankers on a plate. If
you got cold feet, that's not my fault.

You made me betray Winterly for Joseph.

I kept my side of the bargain.

If you try and take him away from me
now, I swear I'll hound you into the

next to your wife and daughter.

You know, Derek, I always thought that I
could own the world.

But one merely rents for a while.

Objects, friends, love, and, of course,
life itself.

Do you know what always drove me?

Not money.

My wife, my children.

I worked so hard for them.

And they slipped between my fingers.

And by the time I noticed, it was far,
far too late.

It's a terrible thing to feel such
hatred for yourself when it's too

late to change.

But then...

You knew all that, didn't you?

You looked at me and saw an old man so
disgusted with himself that the

idea of self -destruction was no longer
repugnant.

What are you talking about?

I'm sick of your games too, Derek.

For a while, you let Ward believe that
you were sacrificing him for Joseph.

For a while, You let me believe you were
sacrificing the bankers for Joseph.

In fact, of course, right from the
start, you were sacrificing me for

Pushing me into isolated bankruptcy,
weren't you?

Had you gone for a bit, though?

A great gain.

You must win or lose everything.

You lost.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Mr. Blake?

Who are you?

The name's Dunsmore. Patrick Dunsmore.

I'm a lawyer representing... I've drunk
my fill of lawyers today.

If you'll excuse me.

Actually, try to get in touch with your
daughter on a matter of some urgency.

That hardly surprises me. However, I
cannot help you. In connection with a

Roman.

That naughty man's acquaintance has, I'm
about to say, hitherto escaped me.

Do excuse me. Uh -huh.

Oh, the fact is, Mr. Roman passed on
just recently, leaving behind a

considerable estate of which your
daughter is the principal beneficiary.

Passed on?

Yes, shortly after I obtained his
release from jail. Rather sad, really,

him. Indeed.

How considerable?

Well, I'd be delighted to fill you in on
the details, but I really do need Miss

Blake's signature as soon as possible,
the problem being I have to be in Geneva

tomorrow. I was rather hoping you'd be
able to help.

Oh, yes, of course.

Of course.

Come on.

Have you ever met my daughter?

No, I don't believe I've had the
pleasure.

It is not necessarily a pleasure.

Oh, she's a bit of a handful.

By all accounts.

Miss Legacy.

Mm -hmm?

Are there any conditions appertaining to
it?

No, it's quite straightforward. Why?

Well, it's just that a marriage could
affect such arrangements.

She's married.

No, um... No, no conditions, no.

I think you've rumbled me.

Roman.

How did you do?

Now, listen.

I'm not going to hurt Anna, because I
love her.

I just wanted to speak to her, that's
all. And I don't want to hurt you.

But if you don't drive me straight
there, there could well be one or two

those. And I'd rather we didn't fall
out.

Get out, please, Mr. Blake.

Thank you. And round to the back,
please.

This way.

And if you'd get in here, please.

But you can't... I'm awfully sorry, but
it is necessary.

For God's sake. Just get in.

Thank you.

Bring you some supper.

Good. You're your own worst enemy
despite all the competition.

And are you sacked or what?

What did he say then?

That's it.

Winterly is stuffed for nothing. So am
I. And what about the baby?

Well, I don't know. I'll have to talk to
him tomorrow.

I can't see him letting me near Joseph
now.

Anna. Dex.

Look, it's all gone wrong. Can you come
over now? I need to see him.

We're all coming over now anyway. What's
happened?

I'll tell you later.

Do you love me?

Of course I do, stupid.

See you in a bit.

Of course you do, um... Roman.

Anna, are you ready?

We're off to Pillage Franklin's.

No, I've, um, changed my mind.

Go without me.

You look very beautiful.

Thank you.

Some of them people do, and they haven't
seen each other for a long time.

It's weird seeing you, that's all.

I'm surprised.

Well, me too. I'm surprised. I'm
surprised you left me in Africa. I'm

you didn't write.

It's been difficult.

Mm -hmm.

Kiss me.

Trust me.

Where's Anna? She wouldn't come. Where's
Franklin?

Did she say why?

Sod, Anna.

Look at these people.

Remember them?

These are the people you've pissed
around with your little stratagem.

Bollock, Derek.

You want your son. That's why you did
it.

We want Winterly.

That's why we're here.

Now, where is Franklin?

I don't feel like it. All right, all
right, all right.

Nothing's changed.

I'm tired, that's all.

Well, me too.

I'm tired too.

I mean, I've flown all the way from
bloody Africa to find you. I've lied my

across England to find you.

And you're tired.

I can't help it.

What do you want?

What do you want?

I can tell you anything you want to
hear, anything. Just say it.

Well, I mean, if you wanted some time on
your own, why didn't you just say

there's somebody else in there?

No. Someone rang your father's flat. Who
is it?

There is no one else.

I've just grown up a bit, that's all.

I just want it to be like it was.

I'm going to Geneva tomorrow.

I'd quite like you to come, would you?

Roman.

But listen.

It can't be how it used to be.

Okay?

Please, stop it.

to celebrate Franklin World, the funfair
of Europe which has the backing of you

all in one way or another.

Unlike this, many of you will recall my
poor campaign.

Some of you actually destroyed it
yourselves, like Angel here or Coley.

Others sat and watched, watched while my
lonely attempt to compete with

solid economies like Japan and Germany
are smothered

by stupidity and short -sightedness.

You wouldn't build factories in your
dying cities, but you paid to cover

unspoiled acres of England with a
shantytown of hot dog stands.

Not many...

Interesting things have been written
about Franklin World.

But I think I'm right in saying the most
interesting has yet to come to light.

Namely, the whole thing is an enormous
hoax played by me on you.

I worked for years on Jerusalem and you
laughed.

But when I came to you with a nonsense,
a hoax invented overnight by an ex

-convict, you couldn't wait to back it.

And we laughed.

There is no Franklin world.

And never was, and never will be. And
why?

Because I have seen this England, this
mortgage isle, this teeming

room of closing hospitals.

This realm of rocking schools, this
happy breed of unemployed, lie

dying day by day, and I will not stand
by and watch.

That is why there is no Franklin Wells.

We've got a long journey tomorrow.

Lady Milbourne, I owe you an apology.

You must have had a few sleepless
nights.

I think you're very brave, Mr Franklin.

Oh, thank you.

I would never have ruined Winterley, you
know.

To me, it is a symbol of England.

Dreary, unviable, and bankrupt.

Safe journey.

Deck!

What a night.

Did you see their faces?

Marvellous, unforgettable.

So what's the matter with you?

I had all their heads on my plate.

Wintley is safe.

I was just expecting somebody to turn up
tonight, that's all.

Who?

Why did you let me think you were going
to wreck Wintley?

All part of the game.

A small lesson.

So where does that leave us?

Waiting.

I've humiliated the banks. They could
just possibly break me.

But I'm betting they haven't got the
guts.

And if they have?

Well, it was all your idea.

I imagine it will put quite a strain on
our relationship.

You are not going to keep me away from
Joseph.

Whatever happens to you or me... We'll
find out tomorrow, won't we?

Couldn't I?

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