All language subtitles for Boon s05e09 Undercover

Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone.

No one to talk to, I got no telephone.

Rocky.

What? How come you've managed to pick
and mix the world's worst sweets?

There's some butterscotch in there if
you dig about a bit.

So this is the exciting life of a
private investigator?

Hmm?

So this is the exciting life of a
private investigator?

Yeah.

I thought you were going to tell me
about how Kumari's let you out of the

all day.

I threatened to quit and join the
Inlands, haven't you?

You didn't.

Of course I didn't.

Ken's on that job and Harry didn't fancy
tailing this bloke all round Nottingham

for the week.

That's all.

Are you up?

Talk of the devil.

That's him.

That towel's all right.

Looks like no -one's turned up to meet
him, either.

Lemon sherbet goes.

Ah.

I knew I should have taken the other
one.

It's a lovely thing.

Brings tears to me eyes.

Yeah.

Faithful.

Bit touchy in the mornings, mate.

Aye. One's a body, eh? Eh?

The amount of these is going through the
ceiling.

Yeah, I know.

What are you doing?

I couldn't speak to you before.

He was too close to me.

He's bought some roses.

Roses? Must be for his mum.

Roses for his mum?

Well, how do I know? You're the man on
the spot.

It's just knocked on the door.

They're looking through the letterbox.

Throwing the roses on the floor.

And the letter on top of the roses.

Yeah, what do you want, mate? Oh, what
about his bank account?

Fake.

On this letter from the bank manager?

Fake.

Driving licence?

Fake.

I thought I'd checked him out.

Everything's straight ID.

Safe bank account, the lot.

Well, whoever he is, he's done a nice
job. A very nice job.

You're telling me.

I should have gone round the bank
myself.

Checked out his bona fides.

But I didn't.

Too trusting, Ken.

How much do you stand to lose, then?

Well, he paid the first two
installments.

Grandod. And he did a runner.

It's a BMW, Ken.

It sells for eight and a half grand.

Well... Well, what do you want me to do?

Get the bike back.

Gabby, it could be anywhere in the
country by now, mate.

We haven't even got a lead.

We have.

Well, sort of.

One of the lads spotted it about a week
before this happened.

It was parked outside that biker's cafe.

The one on Foss Way. You know it. Yeah,
I do. Terrible place.

Listen, Ken.

All you have to do is find it and bring
it back.

I'm not worried about the blogging.
That's it.

All I want is me bike back.

Now, I've kept a key back.

I always do for a bit. And that's the
engine number.

Look, Gabby.

This bloke is not going to be riding
that bike round here, is he?

Come on, Ken.

When people like that get a tasty
machine, they don't keep it a secret, do

Look, all it needs is a bit of snooping
around.

Undercover, like.

Undercover? Gabby, I've got... Stand
around up there.

Keep your ears open.

That's all.

You're not going to refuse an old
friend, are you?

Oh, don't bother wrapping. I'll take it
like that. Ah, thank you.

Right, now.

Ah, here, if you want any change.

I'll give you a fifty.

Twenty pound you give.

It's a fifty.

Look in your belt.

Okay, I'll look.

I'm sorry, my friend. These I already
have, eh?

Don't piss me around, you nonce. Just
give me the change. Hey, you crazy or

something? What do you want? You going
to get hit, eh? Come on, get out of

Come on, get out.

I'm not going nowhere.

That lawyer's not quite in view.

Ah!

What?

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

What has happened to you?

Thought I might change my image.

Oh, very fashionable, Ken.

Very fashionable.

Mr Pollock, sorry to have kept you.

I was admiring your ficus, Mr Boone. Oh,
that's what that's called, is it?

Excuse the fancy dress. I'll be doing a
bit of undercover work.

I see.

I do have a seat.

Do sit down.

Now. About this surveillance job, I must
point out to you that it is not our

usual policy to accept a job without
sorting out the financial details.

There was no helping that, I'm afraid.
As I mentioned on the phone, we didn't

find out the man had received his parole
until yesterday.

I hope you've successfully managed to
put a tail on him.

Yes, yes, it's all in hand. We have him
under surveillance.

24 hours a day, seven days a week, yeah.

I've got my best two people on it. I
hope so, because, as I said to you

From what I can gather from my clients,
we're dealing with a potentially

vindictive and disturbed man.

What do you want? You're still here. Go,
go.

So you think this Mr Howell is out for
some kind of revenge on your client?

My client believes so, yes.

And you can't give me the exact address
of your client?

He does not wish to have his life
disrupted.

In addition, he wishes to be anonymous.

So we simply contact you if Hal goes
anywhere near where your client lives in

Mapley? Correct.

This is a lucrative job, Mr. Boone.

But if you do not wish to take it, if
this was a perfect world, I would prefer

to know a little more. But it isn't.

I'm sorry for you, my friend. You're
thick in the head.

Never sod.

Actually got some in the end.

You ought to be careful, you know. Look,
I can manage.

Yes, I know, but you meet all sorts of
riffraff down there.

I'm doing a favour for a mate, just
snooping round the place, not

the KGB, mate. That's as may be, Kent.

But you do hear stories, you know.

What stories?

Well, all that satanical stuff.

Blood rights.

Initiation ceremonies.

Harry will sacrifice.

I'll tell you what, Harry.

I'll bring you back a birdie.

Victor Howells has put away for stealing
some jewellery or something. Maybe he

hid it in the park.

Nah.

Looks more like he's waiting to do
someone over.

Yeah, well, just make sure it isn't you,
eh?

Cheers.

Cheers.

You want to sell it, you think?

Yes. And what is it again?

These are 650.

Well, you can ask around. You could try
that lot from Demuta's. Joe, I think the

bloke's name is.

Watch it. All right, all right.

All right,

take it, you're Joe.

Now, who's after?

You run a bike shop?

Depends what you mean by a bike shop.

You buying or selling?

Selling.

Sorry, pal, not interested.

You will be.

When you stop playing with yourself,
come and have a chat.

Must be nearly as old as you are.

You're always as funny as this.

Thanks, dear.

How much?

Two grand.

Two grand?

What's up with it?

It's nicked, isn't it?

Yeah, and I'm skint.

What do you reckon?

No.

Two grand, eh?

I don't suppose you'd take American
Express.

How about tomorrow?

Same problem.

What about a part exchange?

What have you got?

Come round to my shop tomorrow morning.

If that's the case, can you do me a
tenner now?

I'll drop 50 quid off the deal tomorrow.

You're not the shy retirement type, are
you?

Well, you know, money, money everywhere.

That sort of thing.

Take a bite.

Had a hard day, then?

I'm not giving in until I've taught this
machine a lesson.

It thinks it's clever, Kev, but what it
doesn't know is that I'm cleverer.

I'm cleverer.

And you thought you'd give Laura the day
off, did you, eh?

Nice quiet day in your field.

What are you so bloody cheerful about,
anyway?

Did you find that motorbike?

Oh, no.

But I think I found someone who might
buy mine.

Well, does that help?

Yeah, given the fact that I told it was
nicked, I figured anyone who want to buy

a stolen bike as distinctive as mine
must know how to make a false

for it, or know someone who can.

All I need is a bit of cash flow for
tomorrow.

You're watching the safe.

If only you were smart enough to get
this machine to print out this

Try again.

Hey!

Hey, Ken!

We've cracked it!

I hope he makes a move soon. I'm
starving.

Just guess what I'm looking at.

What?

Bacon and poached eggs.

Poached eggs?

Yes, and mushrooms.

Mushrooms.

I hate you.

Hi. Well, is that a Nigerian friend?

This is yours, I believe.

Well, we have been busy.

Yeah, I got lucky on the horses.

You still want to deal on your bike?

Yeah, I do.

But I want to talk to you in private.

This is private.

You've met Mo?

Oui.

Lolita.

I reckon if you want to buy my BSA off
me, you must know how to clean it up.

Clean it up?

Yeah. New plates, logbook, registration.

We don't do that stuff, mate.

Out of curiosity, what are you talking?

Graham.

Like the man said, we don't do it. Yeah,
but you can mention it to whoever does,

can't you?

I feel like you're interested.

Joe,

you told me you weren't going to do any
of that. You just shut up.

A grand to say, eh?

Negotiable.

Come back later.

When? This afternoon.

The bloke who might do it doesn't have a
phone.

Why don't you go round there now?

I'll wait here.

Keep an eye on him, Lo.

Laura, call an ambulance, quick. I think
he's dead.

Is he dead?

Shh, I don't know.

I'm trying to find the pulse.

If he's taken pills, it could be right
down.

Hold on.

Here's something.

It's warm.

What's going on?

Wow. South France, eh?

Yep. Your summer holes, is it?

They're all up on some rally next to me.

So where have you been hiding, anyway?
Like I said, I'm a bit of a loner.

These are the only bikes you're selling?

Well, we've got more.

They're round the back.

Any Continental?

You a millionaire or something?

I intend to be.

So, how big can you handle?

Vespa? Hey, just ignore him.

I can handle almost anything, as long as
he's not a BMW.

They don't sell on... Don't they?

Mo, get on with some work, will you?

Hardly surprising.

Not had a drink for 18 months.

Look, you can't force me to go to
hospital.

Fair enough.

I'm not a psychiatrist.

But we've blown it, Laura.

I mean, we can't very well follow him
now, can we? All right, all right. We

can't follow him.

But we can talk to him.

You what?

Ken will murder you. Oh, don't be so
wet.

Besides, what choice do we have?

It breaks all the rules of surveillance,
Laurie. You can't... Laura.

Laura.

Yeah? You're in luck. He'll do it.

Fifteen hundred.

That means I'm going to be well short.

That's the deal. Put some money on the
horse.

Well, where?

Ask for Peter Dyke. You get the money
together, I'll be here. Yeah, listen.

I don't like doing business in front of
other people, even if they are friends.

Especially when there's money involved,
you know what I mean?

Go on.

Fair enough, Grandad.

Don't push it.

I'll tell you what I'd do.

I've got a job on down the speedway
track this afternoon.

Meet me there, about three o 'clock.

All right, I'll be there.

I'm peckish.

You won't believe this, but... I've just
been released from prison.

We know.

Oh?

You'd better explain.

It was lousy.

What, too strong?

Already? A whole litre? Eh?

What, and you drank it?

Yeah, well, I had no choice. I mean,
it's part of their initiation ceremony,

know, for new members.

Bloody old gun.

Apparently it's not as bad as the bat's
blood.

No.

Yeah, all right. Very funny, Ken. That's
very funny. Yeah, that's fine. Come on,

give Harry his usual. Nice little large
orange juice.

I'm sorry, pal, but we don't serve you
or so, do we?

Does that mean I don't have to settle up
my bill?

So why were you following me?

I've told you, we don't know.

I'd like to know as well.

I can respect that.

And, uh, since you bought me this, I'll
tell you a little story.

When you... Yes, well, you be careful
with this undercover work. No, Harry.

Where do you get this idea from that all
bikers are egg cases, eh?

I mean, I'm a biker. Look at me.

Yes.

Yes, well, that's as may be. Just
remember we're getting on a bit.

This is a wee.

Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of,
Ken.

We're distinguished, we're experienced,
we're... We're venerable.

Parstic, you mean.

No, no, no, Ken, there is a difference.

We're venerable.

Anyway, right, the jeweller, Mr Finton,
his name was, he gave me this box of

watch straps to repair it on.

It wasn't till I got to court... And he
stood up and said that he never gave

them to me. I realised he stitched me
up.

I went down for a load of jewellery and
watches.

So you're trying to tell us that this
guy Sinton burgled his own shop?

You're very quick.

I hope you weren't thinking of nicking
it.

Would I do a thing like that?

You're all coming?

Yeah, all in the frame. First, second
and third.

Fifteen hundred.

Where's the plates?

What's the problem? Don't you trust me?

I trust you as much as I trust myself.

How long's it going to take? An hour. No
more.

I need a full name, that's all.

Right. It's Ken.

Ken Pollock.

Pollock. P -O -L -L -O -C -K.

You must have had a rough childhood.

No.

Meet me at the track, five o 'clock,
with the 1500.

Right, I'll be there.

I hope so.

Pollock.

I didn't have a chance.

He planted the stuff.

I didn't have no defence.

I had a record. I was on a suspended.

He was respectable.

I see.

You don't believe a word of this, do
you?

Well, it would explain why we've been
here to follow you.

And if I was this man's sentient and
what you've said is true, I'd be looking

over my shoulder as well.

Yeah, I think I do.

It's all right.

You're right.

You're right.

You're soft in the head to believe it.

Sinton's car, all right?

Laura, you just can't do this. Rocky,
you're becoming a whiny voice in my ear.

Now, let's just do it my way, all right?

Are you sure?

I worked with him for five months,
didn't I?

Laura, we're supposed to be protecting
Sinton from the suspect, not taking the

suspect to Sinton.

Shut up, Rocky.

Don't look at me, man.

I'm just a passenger.

I never missed him. He never showed up.

He must have blew his money or
something. I suppose you checked him

He was just a biker, for God's sake. How
was I meant to do that? Well, you just

meet some geezer on the street.

He was a thief. He's hardly going to
shop us. This is not one of your little

pranks, Joey.

I know that, Steve. And if anything, I
mean anything, goes wrong with this

It won't. Trust me, all right?

So, it's got to be two miles from here
and four and a bit

from here.

How do you know that?

I checked his clock.

What are we looking for?

Somewhere muddy.

Disused army camp.

What's written?

Much worth a try, isn't it?

Now all I've got to do is repossess with
the bike.

If it there.

Howdy, all.

What are you doing here?

Just picking up some things.

Laura, there's a lot of money riding on
that job.

It's all right.

Rocky's keeping tab.

Are you sure about that?

Of course I'm sure.

Don't worry. Rocky's right on top of
him.

Down with you. All right, man.

God, you're heavy.

You sure this is a good idea?

Yes, I am, Mary.

At least let me come with you.

Just drop it, will you?

Go on, Ken, all right.

I'm in your way.

Look, just wait an hour, then go.

I'll be riding home, OK?

Don't worry Ken, I'll still be here.

Yeah, we won't.

How are you doing?

She's the last.

The rest of the game?

I've worked the discs.

The rest of the stuff will be out
tomorrow.

So long as that bloody Joey delivers.

Yeah, but Stinton's hardly likely to
admit it, is he? He would to Victor.

Laura!

We don't even know if he's telling the
truth.

That's why we've got to flush him out.

If Stinton did the running when we tell
him Victor's on the loose, it more or

less proves it, doesn't it?

Then what?

Then we follow him and arrange a little
meeting.

Fancy a chip?

Oh.

Fucking light.

I've told you.

For the last time.

We just came here to repossess the bike,
that's all.

I mean, my associate, he was hired by
Gabby McIntosh.

He runs a bike shop, you know.

I know.

You're free to go, Mr Crawford.

My car keys, please.

No.

No way!

I've got news for you, Harry Crawford.

I don't feel particularly venerable at
the moment.

Hello, Mr Pollock?

Yeah, it's Laura Marsh here. I work for
Ken Boone.

Yeah, that's right.

Listen, I've some rather unfortunate
news.

I'm afraid so, yeah.

He gave us the slip this morning and I
was hoping that you might be able to

inform your clients.

Well, I've really no idea why.

It's a strong possibility.

Well, one of our employees did report
him purchasing an axe.

Mr Pollack?

Hello?

Hello?

Laura?

Yes? He fell for it. Sinton's leaving
now.

Already? But I've only just spoken to
Pollock.

Yeah, he had an overnight bag with him
as well.

Eight and a half grand's worth of high
technology.

There's a flaming blockage in the feed
pipe.

The gate says three quarters full.

Somebody's been at it.

What?

Someone's been tampering with a petrol
tank. I'd stake my life on it. Well, how

do you know?

Practice, Ken.

Years of it.

Ah.

Mr. Boo.

Or is it Mr. Pollock?

Pollock? Yeah.

We're not here for trouble. Just the
bike.

Well, it's not your bike. Oh, is it not?

Lovely gear.

Take your hands off that bike. I
wouldn't dream of it.

But you and me, we've got a score to
tell.

We will.

Seven and a half grand, was it?

Well, go on.

Count it.

We will.

The bike.

Doesn't make sense, Ken. Why buy it
back?

Unless there's something hidden in it.

They're riding them over to the
continent, aren't they? To sell them.

You tell me.

I know all about McLaughlin and the HP
payments. I know he fakes the papers,

cleans them up. They ain't got nothing
to do with the nicking, you know.

just riding.

You sure?

Yeah.

I'm sure.

There's something else going on, you
know.

I don't know what yet.

But if your mate Joe and his pals think
they're just riding hot bikes down to

the sunshine, I think they're in for a
shock.

And I want to try and stop them. Oh,
what are you going to do? Invite them

for tea or something?

I've just got to find out what
McLaughlin's up to.

And they're really going to believe you?

No.

But they might believe you.

Rupert Boone, security.

Cam, mate!

You all right?

Listen, no time for that. I need your
help. I'm at the demotor's garage. Can

pick us up and take us back to the old
camp?

OK?

The old camp?

Nice of you to put the kettle on, Mr.
Simpson.

Or is it, Mr. Pollock?

You're taking your frown.

That's right.

You have a seat, Mr. Simpson.

No. Let me out, Kat.

So you reckon they're hiding something
in the tanks of all these bikes then, do

you? Yeah.

But what, for God's sake?

Well, whatever it is, it's something to
do with that printing gear in there.

I thought that was for the bank
statements and stuff.

Yeah, it may be.

Oh, Ken, you're not serious about this,
are you? Hurry, go and guard the door,

okay?

Just watch the window open.

So you helped yourself.

Yeah. And then you framed me.

I didn't know it would turn out that
way. I had no idea. You knew I had a

record. And you lied in call.

Didn't you, Mr. Fenton?

A little louder, please, my friend.
Rocky would like to hear as well.

Right, I lied again.

For God's sake, what choice did I have?
You tell me.

Look, Mr. Howell... Victor!

Please!

Victor.

I'm sure we can come to some sort of
arrangement.

I'm more than willing to compensate you
in whatever way you want.

Two years is a long stretch. You must
believe me, I never meant you to go to

jail. I just needed the money from the
jewels.

Once the police were involved, what
could I do?

Now, when we get to France, we stick
together, and no stop.

We're already two days late on this
trip.

And as I said, we refuel every 200
miles.

Why every 200 miles?

Because we can't afford to run out of
petrol.

All right?

So we travel together, and we never,
ever switch to reserve.

Understand? And we do this
professionally.

Ken, do you know what you're doing?

Yes, I do, Harry.

They don't chip the paintwork.

Ken, will you get a bloody move while
I'd like to bloody well get out of here?

That's what you mean by being venerable,
is it?

Venerable? What are we talking about?

Harry, look.

What about putting a tiger in your tank,
eh?

Yeah, listen, I tell you, though, it's
one of a really good choice.

A really good choice.

Travellers, Jax.

Yeah, probably heading for some black
economy somewhere.

Joe and his mates are just mules.

Very well.

You just can't stop interfering, can
you?

Oh, no!

Listen to me, Joe.

McLaughlin's taking you for a ride.

She's right, Joe. Listen to her.

I don't know what he's talking about, do
you, lad?

He's making a right mug of you.

Come here.

He's packed all these tanks with it, all
except his own.

Now, what do you think, hey? You're on a
good little earner, taking some hot

bikes down to France.

How much is he paying you? 500?

A grand?

He'll set you up, though.

You take all the risk and he walks off
with a small fortune.

I'll wait and wait.

Yeah, it must be Detective Sergeant
Hatchard, love.

It's an emergency.

Yeah. I can't have a word with that mate
of mine on the CID, you know.

I mean it.

I mean, over two hours he was

engaged. In the end, I just had to let
it all go.

Perhaps he left it off the hook.

Hey, this blood pollock, you don't think
it's a bit... Dodgy.

Could be. I mean, seven days
surveillance of 24 hours a day. I mean,

up to quite a sum, doesn't it?

Hey!

What are you doing here?

Ben, Harry.

Meet Victor Howells.

Victor! Look, before you flip your lid,
we can explain.

Can't we, Rocky?

He's riding on that