All language subtitles for Boon s05e12 Thicker Than Water

Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone

No one to talk to, I got no telephone

speaking to an answering machine.

My name is Marjorie Keverton.

I'm looking after my uncle's affairs for
the time being.

Please leave a message after the tone
and I'll return your call as soon as

possible.

Hi, Dominic here.

Listen, I've got some checks I need you
to sign for the contracts on the new

offices. I'll send them up today.

Get in touch when you're back in London,
will you?

And when are you coming back?

Listen, I've got to fly.

Give us a call.

Bye.

Peter, he's phoned again.

I don't bloody care. It's different this
time. He's following me.

It's not too late to book one of those
minibreaks in Lanzarote or somewhere.

No, I'm going to go home. I'm going to
put my feet up and I'm going to do

absolutely nothing for a whole week.

A bit like you, Rocky.

It's not my fault. There's nothing to
do, you know.

You're really going to do nothing?

Well, you've got to know when to stop,
Laura.

No, it's seven days of meditation and
relaxation for me.

Very mystical.

Never knew you were such an old hippie,
Harry.

Mr. Heyman, please.

Peter, you tell him.

I want to see him today.

I don't care. Tell him I'll meet him
outside the gates at four o 'clock.

All right?

What are we doing this for, anyway?

You knew Geoffrey Keverton, didn't you?

Oh, are you ever so slight?

Well, there you are. You're paying your
last respects.

What? I want you to keep an eye out. See
if you recognise anyone.

Whoever's making these calls to his
niece might turn up.

He's been receiving threatening telecom
calls.

Yeah, usual sort of perv stuff. Only
this one reckons he's owed something.

Something about an unpaid debt.

Not very likely, Ken.

But you have the key with you.

Where's the bob or two?

Yeah, he did buy up a dump of an arcade,
eh? Make a slot machine empire out of

it. Quite a pinball wizard.

Could be protection money.

Nasty sharks for him in them waters.

She's the only relative he's got.

She's badly shaken by all this.

Mr Boone?

Yes, that's right, hello.

This is my partner, Mr Crawford.

Miss Cuban, I knew your uncle very
slightly.

Please accept my sincere condolences.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr Crawford. He
is... was... He will be sorely missed.

That's really all right, Mr Crawford. We
weren't very close.

Mr. Hayman tells me you've had another
phone call. Oh, too bloody right.

been another call. And what are you
doing about it, I'd like to know. Peter,

sure Mr. Boone is doing his best. That's
what worries me.

His best seems worth very little. Look,
I haven't got a lot to go by.

I suppose it was all for the sake of a
laugh that he was following her, was it?

What? The last phone call.

He knew where I'd been. He'd obviously
been following me. Well, that's

different.

I'd like to hear that, if I could.

You're sure we won't be putting you out?

A bit heavy, isn't he?

Her boyfriend?

That's not her boyfriend, mate.

Much worse.

That's her solicitor.

They're waiting, you know.

Debt must be settled.

We'll speak again soon.

Well, was there anything in your uncle's
papers that would suggest he owed

someone money?

My uncle kept very detailed accounts,
but nothing.

I think Ken means the sort of debt that
you don't keep accounts for.

Are you suggesting that my clan's uncle
was involved in something unsavoury?

Peter, Mr Crawford's absolutely right.
Of course there's a possibility that he

might have owed this creep something.

The point is, he won't say what.

And I don't relish the idea of a madman
spying on me, Mr. Crawford.

Please, call me Harry.

Meanwhile, I want some protection
arranged for Marjorie.

Protection? Yes, I want a 24 -hour
guard.

You can adjust your fees accordingly.

Well, yes, but that's a bit... I think
that's a reasonable precaution, Kit.

How long do you think I'd get for GBH on
a business partner?

You've got a point, though, Ken.

How would you feel if something were to
happen to her? Oh, do me a favour.

When are we going to get all that
manpower? A 24 -hour watch?

Well, I'm not doing anything for a week.

I could do the occasional stint.

It might be quite exciting.

Quite exciting?

Oh, happy that I should meet

me comely sweetheart.

Harry Wolfe.

Joe and Callum were just singing us a
song.

This is Mr Crawford and Mr Boone.

This is Mr Trevelyan and his son.

Who do?

Just call me Joe.

Hello, Joe.

This is Callum. Hi.

How do?

No.

Which one of you two is Ken, the
detective?

Right, well, let me get this straight.
You want me to find Clara Bow.

Clara Bow.

Clara Burr.

And Clara is a dog.

A dog?

Who's gone missing.

Been stolen.

From somewhere called Holt Whistle.

Five banks.

So, uh, you know who stole the dog?

Ken, this isn't just any old derg.

Clara Burr is a championship derg.

Never lost a trial yet?

Never.

So, someone's stolen your valuable
sheep, dog.

Why are you looking round here?

Well, it was a trial, though may it sell
well.

It was too clear a bull.

There was this farmer there, you see,
from around these parts.

And when he'd gone, so had clear a bull.
Shifty -looking bugger he was.

He'd shot the candy hair.

What it comes down to, Ken, is my last
pains for that dog. And I've got to get

him back. No,

I've not got much.

But I'm prepared to pay you whatever it
takes to fail me.

Look, I'm sorry. I have got a lot on. I
did tell you.

Oh, all right.

Rocky!

Yeah? I think I've found something to
keep you busy.

What time is it?

Two o 'clock.

Oh, great.

Five hours to go.

It's like being in one of those American
cop series, isn't it? You know, Starsky

and Hutch and all that.

Very Starsky and Hutch.

Only it's hardly downtown L .A. in a
Buick.

Do you want some soup?

What is it?

Oxtail.

Not for me, Starsky, mate.

You let me know when you spot an urban
terrorist.

Ken?

Can I have a word?

OK. How did you get on with the dog?

Well, actually, it's Joe and Cal I've
come to have a word about.

See, they were robbed last night at
their hotel.

Well, how'd they manage that?

Oh, I don't know.

I guess they're just not used to locking
the doors, you know.

Anyway, Joe's having some money sent
down to pay for our fee, and, well,

see, they've got nowhere to stay in the
meantime.

So I said to Cal I'd try and find him
some place at my digs.

Very Samaritan of you, Rocky.

Yeah.

Laura suggested that you might be
prepared to put Joe up for a couple of

now that you're working on nights, like.

No chance, mate.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Only trouble is, Jo was there, you see,
when she said it.

And he kind of assumed that you were
going to say yes.

And he's in the office.

Are you all right, Ken?

I hear we're going to be shipmates.

This I've got to see.

Don't see wet in your whistle.

Must be a bit spooky being in a big
house like that on your own.

She's got spirit, I'll say that for her.

She's got a few bob, Harry.

Could do worse.

I'm not with you.

Oh, come on, every time you see her, you
behave like a fifth former on his first

date.

Don't talk rubbish.

Well, what's all this about, then, eh?
Giving up your holiday to watch over

Nothing wrong with that, mind.

She's a very attractive woman.

There's only two of us.

Aye.

I'm not over enamoured with the neck
oil.

Look, if you've had all your money in
it, Troy, how come you can afford all

this? I always keep a few barbed in my
socks for emergencies.

Oh.

Hey, you don't get many like that in
five banks.

I suppose not.

Cattle.

I mean, this could be the alliance of
two mighty dynasties, Crawford and

Keverton. Nice ring to it.

Well, do stop going on about it.

It's purely business.

The very idea.

Nothing could be further from my mind.

But she is very nice, though, isn't she?

I thought you shepherd types were the
rise of the lark.

Ken?

Ken?

I don't believe this.

What is it?

It's Rocky and Callum. They've been
arrested.

Well, six of one, half a dozen of the
other, really.

Seems like your lad had a few too many
and chatted up the wrong pair of lasses.

Hey, it'll do them both good to spend a
night under the club.

Here they come.

Butcher and Sundance.

Sorry, Ken.

How do, Ken? Let's get some breakfast.
I'm starving.

Probably only talking business.

Soup.

I'm getting too old for this lark,
Harry.

Harry, please let me sleep.

Somebody just snuck up the driveway.

They got out of that van there and
they've gone into the ground.

Follow them down slowly.

Hold it, mate.

Hurry.

You okay?

Yes, I'm all right. Get up there.

Oh, sorry, am I hurting you? No, no,
it's fine. Come on, come on.

Oh. I thought you were very brave.

Bloody hell.

Hey, come on. Even Starsky needs his
sleep.

Yeah.

Night, Ken.

Night.

Hey, now, don't worry about a thing,
because Dave and Malcolm are right

all right?

Night, Harry.

And thank you.

Oh,

I'm sorry, Ken. I'm looking for a light.

God, where did you get that? Out the
trunk?

Oh, it's a habit of 20 years standing,
Ken.

Last one at night, fourth one in the
morning.

Hey.

I didn't know your private investigator
allowed you to shoot us.

Joe found it in the lining of the jacket
I pulled off that bloke last night.

Don't worry.

I better get round there, don't I?

Keep an eye out.

You sure?

So to speak.

Don't go frightening the life out of her
with that.

No, you're right, Ken. You're absolutely
right.

I couldn't think, Harry. Sit down.
You're making me nervous.

Oh, yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I really appreciate what
you're doing for me.

Crawford Boone security.

I mean, that's what we're here for.

Well, I've been through all this stuff
and there's nothing.

He seems to have led an utterly
blameless life.

Look, I've been thinking.

What with me having to keep an eye on
you and us being thrown together,

professionally, I mean, I was wondering
if you'd care to, you know, if

you're not too busy.

Are you asking me for a date?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No,

it's just that I've got some tickets for
a charity do at lunchtime.

Oh, it's nothing very special, just a
crate of champagne and a... Afternoon at

the races, you know.

I'd love to.

Great.

Right, all, I'll see you about one.

Why, are you going?

No.

Oh, see what you mean.

Hi.

This is it.

I haven't seen one of those for donkey
years.

Well, what is it?

Franchible plastic.

Toy, basically.

They disintegrate on impact.

They never used to make them that
realistic.

Helps the punter think of James Bond, I
suppose.

Punter? What punter?

At the fairground.

These are on fairs.

You know, pop, pop, when you've had a
little toy.

Right. Thank you.

Hello. You coming or going?

I'm a lot.

Packing or unpacking?

Oh, we'll see what you mean.

No, we open on Monday, Ducks.

Come and bring the family.

I haven't got one.

Not married.

What, handsome fella like you?

Nah, no one will have me.

Oh, leave off.

I used to love this when I was a kid.

Oh, do you want to charge your arm
again?

Is that all right?

Of course he did. Get on.

Right.

Oh, yeah. I remember.

I bet Al Capone's shivering in his
shoes.

Yeah, well, it's a bit cold, isn't it?

Cup of tea warm you up?

Yeah.

I've got one brewing in the caravan.

Call that a caravan?

More like a stately home.

So what are we going to go for next
time? Well, I quite fancy a lamb's

He likes off -going, I'm told.

You know, Harry, I was feeling really
cooped up in that house.

Maybe we should do this more often, eh?

One date at a time, eh? Oh, so this is a
date we're on, is it?

Marjorie, what on earth are you doing
here?

Oh, hello, Peter.

Crawford, I says. What a nasty eye
you've got there.

Good to see you're earning your pay.

Come to that, what are you doing here?

Well, a friend of mine has got some
horses running this afternoon.

You stay long?

Oh, yes, all afternoon. Why don't we
spend it together?

There we go.

Lovely place you've got here, Pat.

Most people think we're gypsies, you
know, Ken.

I've always liked to keep a nice tidy
home.

Yeah, I'd say. It's like a penthouse in
here.

You've been in this game all your life?

Oh, it's not a game, Ken.

It's tradition.

Do you know, my great -grandfather,
Alfred, he took his shows as far away as

Russia.

And my mum and dad met in a fair.

Actually, he proposed to her on that
very water out there. Never.

Honest, he did.

He popped the question that he had to
wait for a full revolution before he got

the answer.

Have a biscuit?

Yeah, thanks.

So, um, you've just got the rifle range
now? Oh, no.

We've got the coconuts.

And then we got a fourth share in the
ghost train.

And Ian's saving up to buy himself a
share in the slot machine stall.

It's run by the Mabbots.

Is Ian your husband, then?

No. He's my grandson.

Oh, I'm sorry. Next generation, eh?
Yeah, but he's got Sherman's blood in

veins, all right.

Is that him?

Have you got anything on this one,
Crawford? Oh, yes. Harry and I got ten

on Laughing Gravy.

Laughing Gravy.

I don't want to dash your hopes, but
Wild Peaches is one of my friend's

Should win this one running backwards.

Wild peaches.

Wild peaches. Wild peaches. Wild
peaches. Wild peaches. Wild peaches.

peaches. Wild peaches.

Shall we go to the winner's enclosure?

I'll introduce you.

You don't mind your corporate, only my
past only elides myself and the guests.

Didn't know they were letting the lower
orders in this enclosure.

Graham, I've seen you for ages.

What's your handicap these days? Down to
14.

Oh, still cheating, are you? Well,

I can see you've got their handicap.

Eh? The little looker you turned up with
today.

Well, I... Just business.

Oh. Well, I hope your business doesn't
involve that pig, Hayman.

Oh, you know him, do you?

Sadly, yes.

He had a run -in with a friend of mine
about a year ago.

Pretty nearly ruined him.

He is one of the shiftiest corporate
lawyers in the Midlands.

Tell me more, Graham, tell me more.

It's

about

six foot four, medium build, brown hair.

Sorry I can't help you.

We don't do any business in playgrounds.

Yeah, all right. Well, thanks for your
help, mate. I can see you're busy.

Oh, don't ask me.

I'm being run off on feet.

We all get days like that. I manage
these three shops, but I used to manage

Why is that, then?

Your Miss Keverton is busy buying up
arcades all over the place.

It's hard to keep up with it.

Is she, now?

Anyway, it would seem that this Hayman
bloke is one of the biggest villains

ever issued a writ.

You name it, he's done it.

Are you knocking? Yes, I'm knocking.
Knock, knock.

That's very interesting, Harry.

Why?

Is that another knock? Yes, it's another
knock.

Are you manufacturing these under the
table?

Because I've found out that Marjorie
Keeverton is buying up arcades left,

and centre, and I want to know why.

I also want to know who Ian Gorham is.

Who is Ian Gorham at his hotel?

For a start, he's the bloke that smacked
you in the eye last night.

And I've found him.

Yes.

Camouflage.

What's this?

Rump steak.

Don't be a brat.

Clara, boo.

Clara, come on. Come on, good dog. Good
dog. Come on, Clara, boo. Good boy.

Ian, can I have a word with you?

Hey, come on, steady on.

That's my tool.

You leave me here, I'll give you what I
gave you, mate. Just calm down.

Put that away.

Just... I haven't done nothing wrong.
Nothing wrong?

Assault, housebreaking, nothing wrong?

He grabbed me first. I was defending
myself.

You were breaking into Miss Keverton's
house.

Ain't no house. That's all you're wrong.
My house. What are you talking about?

Keverton wasn't her father, was he? But
he was my father.

Maybe that makes it my house.

Maybe it was her that was housebreaking.

He was never cut out to be a showman,
you know.

Not Geoffrey Keverton.

And my daughter, Grace.

She was in love with him, she thought,
but I knew they was never right for each

other.

But don't get me wrong, she missed him
like an arm when he left her.

Yeah, I'm sure.

And then, of course, well, these things
happened. She found she was expecting

little Ian here.

So what happened?

He took all the colour out of my girl,
did you ever give it to him?

He took it right out.

She never got that spark back to the day
she died.

I'm sorry.

Well, it happens.

And then I ran into Geoffrey Keverton
again.

He got arcades all over the place.

So I thought, he ought to be looking
after Ian.

I mean, he is or was his son.

So I wrote to him about Ian.

What did he do?

He was a fair man, Geoffrey.

He sent me money every month for 20
years, and he was very generous too.

But, you see, he made a whole new life
for himself.

I mean, he'd remarried by that time, so
he could never recognise Ian as his son,

but I didn't mind.

What happened after his death?

She owes us, she does. She pays our
money still.

Not our fault he died.

Thank you, Ian.

He loses his temper easy, you know.

You said he remarried.

Was he married to your daughter?

Of course they was married.

Bloody cheek.

I don't know what you mean, Ken. I don't
know what you're getting at. Look,

Keberton dies, right?

Marjorie, as the only relative, stands
to inherit the entire estate.

But say she wasn't the only relation.

Say, there was somebody else with a
perfectly legitimate claim.

Ian Feverton. Exactly.

And what do you suppose Marjorie and her
solicitor are going to do when they

find out? Big spanners in the works.
What do they do?

What? Flog the company, quick.

Oh, it's ridiculous, Ken. You've no
proof.

Why do you think she spends night after
night in there going through his papers?

Why?

Evidence. What kind of evidence?

Evidence Ian exists.

Why? So they can destroy it.

And they'd get the entire keyboard and
company.

But you just said that she'd buy another
business if she's expanding.

What do you do with a goose before you
take it to market?

Fratten it.

I've just been charged with theft.

It wasn't Callum's dog.

Where's Callum now?

He's done a bunk.

Is something wrong?

Marjorie, can I ask you a question?

Mm, of course.

What are your plans, you know, for the
company?

Well, for the future, I suppose.

I don't know.

I sort of hoped you wouldn't ask me
that.

Peter's advised me to sell.

I see.

What with all the...

threats and everything, I... I think
it'd be the best thing to do.

I hope you understand.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, I understand.

I'll get the bill.

Cheers, Alan.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

You alright?

I felt better.

I'm buggered if we're going to let him
get away with it, eh?

Crawford Boone Security.

Ken, it's Marjorie Cleaverton.

I found them in the back of the writing
desk.

This must be what we're looking for.

The payments go back for years, always
to the same man, always in cash.

Look, 6th of the 7th, 1985, Pat Gorin,
£200.

8th of the 8th, Pat Gorin, £200.

Isn't it obvious this man must be
blackmailing him or something?

Yes, it is a strong possibility.

Well, what else could explain it?

Everything else has been accounted for.

Well, perhaps he's trying to avoid the
taxman.

You and Mr. Hayman know about this?

No, you're the first.

It's clearly some form of blackmail.

The question is, how do we find this Pat
Gorin?

I don't care how you find her. As much
money as it takes, you have complete

carte blanche.

Well, that's good to know.

I'm sure I will be able to find her.

Now, wait a minute, Ken. Let's get this
straight.

Now, if Marjorie knew that Ian was going
to inherit the estate, why did she show

you those two notebooks?

Exactly. It doesn't make sense, does it?
I mean, here am I, practically going

around calling them all thieves, and now
you're going to tell me they're

innocent. Not they. She.

Come again.

Look, when Marjorie showed me those
notebooks, she was under the impression

Gorham was a fella.

Heyman, on the other hand, knew it was a
woman.

How?

I think it's about time I put the
squeeze on Mr. Heyman.

I want you to go round and see Marjorie.

Motherbug!

What are you doing here?

How do, Rock?

Peter. Marjorie.

I think we may have some good news.

Mr Crawford came round and told me
they've had some luck with his Goran

character.

Oh, right.

Um, let me just get a pen.

It seems that there's someone of that
name registered with the Showman's

The thing is, Mr Boone wants to know if
he should contact the police now or wait

until he's actually found them. He'd
like your instructions.

Well, I think we should delay police
involvement until we have something

concrete for them to go on.

Fine. I'll tell him.

Good news, eh?

Marvellous news.

Bye.

Ian.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk now.

Why? That's what I don't understand.

I mean, was it all some sort of
practical joke?

There's no joke about Clara Boer.

Best sheep derg this side of the
pennies.

Yeah, but why make it one day and then
bring it back the next?

Look at the derg.

Note the gleam in his eye.

Bushy tail.

Do I have to draw you a diagram?

In nine weeks' time, we should be
hearing the patter of tiny champion

The stud.

Let's get him back to the Garnet's farm.

For the Carly, didn't it, Pearl?

Look, I'll try and keep it simple.

You can still inherit your father's
estate and more, but you are going to

to disappear for a while.

What do you mean, disappear?

The man who chased you at Keybiton's was
an investigator. It's absolutely vital

that he doesn't establish a link between
you and me.

What if he follows me again?

What if who follows you? The
investigator man, Mr Boone. He followed

could find me again.

Boone followed you here? You've met
Boone?

You didn't know Ian and I were old
mates, did you?

What's going on?

I don't understand.

Don't you think he deserves a fuller
explanation, eh?

What Mr. Hayman's been up to could land
you two a lot of years of morning

porridge.

At Her Majesty's pleasure.

In the nick.

Jail. Like I say, I don't want to end up
in no trouble. Don't you worry, Ian. I

just want a little chat with Mr. Hayman.

Yes. Why not?

An uninterrupted shot.

Look here, fool. You've got no bloody
right to shot me in this thing.

I wanted to make sure I had your
undivided attention.

And I'm prepared to sit up here all day
if necessary.

Well, I suppose this must all seem a
little strange to you, Mr Boone. No, not

the least, because I know exactly what
you've been up to.

Oh, which is?

Getting Marjorie to expand the company.

There's no secret about that.

Triton the life out of her.

Force her to sell it.

Having put all her hard -earned cash
into it, you introduce Ian, the rightful

heir to the throne. What possible
benefit could that be to me?

Oh, come on, old boy. Ten percent of
that estate, that's nearly 300 grand.

Mr. Boone, I wonder if we could come to
some arrangement. I'm thinking, you

know, in terms of a bribe.

You people, you really don't give a
monkey's, do you?

You wouldn't raise a twitch of doubt
about what you've been doing?

Well, since we're speaking plainly, no.

You see, nobody's entitled to money if
you don't have it.

You have to be clever enough to get it.

And if you do have it, you have to be
clever enough to hang on to it.

And I happen to be clever at both.

Not for much longer, Peter.

I've got you by the short and curly.

Let's talk about other people for a
change and what might be a fair deal for

them.

I just wanted to say that you giving up
half the estate like that...

I really respect you for it.

I'm a businesswoman, Harry. Half an
estate is better than none.

Well, if, uh... If you're ever in
Nottingham...

Not very likely.

No.

Well, I've talked it through with
Marjorie. She's agreed.

It's the simplest course of action.

She's going to withdraw all her expenses
incurred by buying up the other

companies. And the estate stays as it
was at Geoffrey's death. It's going to

split down the middle between Ian and
Marjorie.

You're a rich man now, boy.

Did you catch her in time?

Yeah.

How'd it go?

Oh, you know the sort of thing.

Yeah.

When some lose, some will, huh?

I know the sort of thing, Harry.

Here, get your drink. Gina.

Large scotch, please.

Whoa!

Such a candy lass I couldn't pass as my
leg at the fair.

Oh, happily that I should meet me cuddly
sweetheart there.

I don't believe it.

Hello, shipmate.