All language subtitles for Boon s06e07 Lost On The Range

Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone.

No one to talk to, I got no telephone.

What do you want?

Morning.

Must be bad. You're smiling.

Just doing a bit of hoovering, eh?

Come on, spit it out.

It's right up your street, Ken.

It's my week off, Harry.

Yeah, I know, but it's only local and
it's just up the road.

And it's horses.

Feel like being paid for getting on with
your hobby.

Hobby horses.

Eh?

Oh, yes.

Well, all I know about horses, Ken, runs
the National Velvet.

It's a stud farm up market.

They've had a few minor breakers, you
know, broken windows, that sort of

and they need a specialist.

Call the vets.

Ken, I know it's your week off, but all
I thought was you just need to show up

there. Look as if you know which end
bites, and we clinch the deal.

Half an hour.

Make us look knowledgeable, you know.

No. Important client, Ken.

Could be a steady contract.

No!

Well, I thought you said this was
urgent.

What's that smell, Ken?

Is it you?

Oh, ha, ha, ha.

Hey,

hey, do you mind? Look!

Can you smell something, Harry?

You're in the way.

Sorry.

Well, we're here to see Mr. Batten. Mr.

Batten's up at the house.

Can I help you?

Well, I don't know.

We were hoping to speak to the owner.

I am the owner.

Mr. Batten just labeled the horse with
you.

Who are you?

Well, we're from Crawford Boone
Security.

Oh.

They could have been cranks, people out
to hurt the horse. I've seen that

before. Well,

anything missing?

Any equipment gone?

No.

Well, they broke the window. They
obviously determined.

I think they were disturbed.

Mr Batten gave orders for you to go up
to the house when you had a look round.

Talk finance.

His favourite topic.

Mr Batten's playing for you? Yes, most
of the horses are his.

His insurance company has insisted on
it.

Are these all of you?

They were me.

Look, I have to exercise some horses.
And although he didn't deign to greet

himself, I'm sure Mr. Batten would be
delighted to give you a conductive tour

his wallet. If you follow me, I'll lead
you in the right direction.

What's wrong with the shower?

It isn't a jacuzzi.

I don't see the point.

Well, we both fit in a jacuzzi.

Yes, I know, we both fit in a tin bath
in front of the fire.

And in your house, you only bathed once
every Preston Guild and used the dog

instead of a loofah.

Look, leave it. I have a lot on my mind.

Can I help?

Oh, looking for Mr Batten.

You won't find him up there.

What do you want to see him about?

Well, I'd rather deal with Mr. Batten,
if you don't mind.

I'm Jordan, his business manager.

Oh, I see.

Harry Crawford.

Crawford Boone Security.

Yes, he mentioned you.

When he's finished dealing with his
wife, he'll deal with you.

Who are those oiks I saw down at the
stables this afternoon?

They look like something out of Cell
Block H.

Get used to them.

We've had problems.

The insurance wanted to see that we were
taking proper precautions, so I drafted

in some tin -pot firm.

As usual.

You're a lifesaver, Harry.

Really appreciate it, considering it was
such short notice.

Oh, no problem, Vincent.

We aim to be smooth operators, efficient
and unobtrusive, you know.

First installment.

Is this your daughter?

Wife, actually.

You married?

Oh, separated.

Not so at all.

Yeah, it costs a mint to keep them
happy.

I wouldn't have bought the horses but
for Greta. Her set, you know. If they

don't look like them, they ride them.

Still, walking piggy banks with stud
fees and all the rest of it.

Some valuable horse flesh there, Harry.

Anyway, safe in your hands, eh?

Safe as horses.

Important client this, Rocky, so on your
toes. Right.

I'm off, then.

It's a bit stuck up, though, eh? Who is?
Miss Davison, the owner.

I don't know.

Just under a bit of pressure.

A bit worried.

A bit worried.

Good night, Rocky.

Good night.

Hello? Ken, it's Harry.

Get over here.

What? Get over here, to the stables.

30 ,000 quid's worth of stud stallions
gone walkabout.

Walkabout? Stolen, whipped, rustled.

Harry, I'm off duty, remember?

Eh? I'm a week's holiday.

Ken, we're a laughing stock, and if you
don't get over here, we'll all be off

duty.

But you were practically next door,
Rocky.

Well, I didn't say anything and I didn't
hear anything, so I can't say anything,

can I? They already think we're the
three wise monkeys without you

it. It's an important client, this. I've
big plans for it.

Now, I think you'll have big plans for
us and that'll include going to court.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it's all right, Rocky. We know, we
know. Yes, well, when you've finished

sympathising with the rip -off... I'm
not! And I was not asleep!

Whatever he's called has got to be
found, and as soon as possible! Yeah,

want to get back to my holiday as soon
as possible. Yes, well, I'm sorry about

that, Ken. It's just got to take second
place.

We've got to get this sorted out. We've
got to be seen to be doing something.

So go through it all with a fine tooth
comb, if you have to. Yeah, while that

horse is going through some factory food
mincer. But, Mr Batten, I simply

want... Simply's the word. You simply
have no idea you couldn't run a donkey

sanctuary.

I'll have to face him, Ken. I'll have to
see if I can't calm him down. Look,

find that horse for me. Harry!

I don't want to hear, Ken. We need that
horse.

You don't do things by half, do you, eh?

No, you don't.

Miss Davidson?

This is beginning to be a habit.

So I suppose it could be worse.

Could it?

Strikes me as a bit of a disaster.

The art of understatement, Mr Boone.

Still, it's happened. End of story.

Well, end of Sultan, anyway.

Well, what kind of idiot would want to
turn a prized stallion into pet food,

They'll take anything they can get their
hands on.

Well, I've been given orders to try and
find it.

Or whoever took it. Or both, preferably.

Isn't that a job for the police?

Oh, yeah, yeah, but we would like to
follow it up, you know. I mean, it's our

reputation at stake.

I was hoping to ask you for a list of
your staff and people that use the

you know, know the horses.

Right.

Well, there's me, obviously.

A couple of grooms, lads from the
village.

They're around. You can speak to them
later.

Mrs Batten comes home most days.

And Mia.

What's she do?

Mucks out General Stablehand. You met
her?

Oh, yes, yes.

She lives with the travellers up on the
estate. They come here most years.

I used to buy a horse from them most
summers, supposedly to save it from the

glue pod.

They sometimes had animals better than I
had.

Oh, maybe Batten's right.

About what?

I'd be better running a donkey
sanctuary.

Good for stress.

I'll look like... Pop out before this
week's out.

I can't apologise enough.

I've got my men out onto it now.

They were onto it last night.

The stallion was insured.

I mean, you can't claim on the
insurance.

That's what I called you in for.

It's a requirement of the policy.

I don't know what on earth I'm going to
tell them now.

Well, I could do it for you. I could
deal with the whole thing.

A complete detailed report on our edited
paper.

It would show willing.

And while I was working on that, I had
to do a security survey of the house.

Sort you out a system and install it.

Wait just a minute.

No, no, we're free of charge.

Compensation for last night.

And we could show the insurance what
you're having done and get your premium

down.

I'll do your weighing for you.

Done.

Chipsies? They're called travellers.

Anyway,

we've got to talk to this girl.

She works at the stable.

Hiya, Mia.

Remember me? Met you down at the
stables.

Just wondered if you got any ideas about
this horse theft, eh?

Seen anyone suspicious?

What are you hiding?

Hen.

Oh, dear.

Footpaths again, Laura.

And a couple of those infrared beams.

What about a portcullis and boiling oil?

We don't trawl, trawl, Mr Boone. You
should do the same if you're wise.

I'm just trying to find out what's
happened to this horse, or who's nicked

You're looking in the wrong place.

How much did you get for it?

What do you want to get for it? It can
only be for 30 seconds. How fast can you

run? I just want to know.

What do you know about the horse? No!

You stay out of it, Mia.

Sian, you'll only bring trouble, Dad,
thumping him.

The horse isn't here.

That's all I know.

OK. All right, just calm down.

Oh, Laura, for goodness sake, how many
times have I got to tell you...

That's water.

What's that?

Looks like some kind of horse feed.

You mean George, eh?

All right, Bob Marley.

So you ran into a brick wall with the
travellers?

Not to mention a fist.

The problem is, trying to prove they
stole that stallion.

Somebody's pooch is eating the evidence.

Yeah, who knows?

Erm?

Right, mate, yeah. Look, you go and
check the back door, all right? And, um,

I'll wait for you here.

Um, me.

Right.

Oh! Oh, God! Oi!

Come here!

Come here!

What do you think you're doing?

Bloody hell!

Oh! Oh, look!

We're not going to hurt you! Stop it
with that!

What about the stables? We don't find
anything.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

I think I'd run away with the gypsies.

Run away with you.

Tomorrow, you and Danza?

Yeah. Why don't we go for a ride
together?

I could check her out for you.

Take my mind off all this.

Nothing strenuous.

Just a breath of fresh air.

Yeah.

Well, yeah. I mean, I'd like that.

Good.

Oh, no.

I'm so sorry. I can't... Hello.

Rocky, yes?

Just speak slower, mate, yeah?

Have you called the police?

No? Well, call the police and I'll be
over.

Yeah? OK.

I think we've had a breakthrough.

Where is he? It's not a he, Ken. It's a
she.

It's that gypsy girl.

Where is she?

She's down here.

Ken, I've worked till the police arrive
in front of you.

Yeah?

I haven't even gotten no comments out of
her, Ken.

Well, what's going to happen?

I'm going to charge her with burglary.

I think she'll make a statement in the
morning.

She knows these horses, though, doesn't
she?

Yes. She has a way with them, as they
say.

And Thornton's worth.

I mean, this sort of horse.

I mean, they're strung like violins,
aren't they?

Well, he can be temperamental.

Well, I don't think she masterminded
this, but it seems likely she took the

animal. Well, why come back, then?

Once she's cooled off, maybe she'll feel
more like talking.

Will she get bail?

I doubt it. They'll fix the dress.

Anyway, you're all free to go.

You've made your statement.

All right, then.

Hey,

come on!

You would think that you had enough
trouble for one night.

Why would Jordan be here at this hour?

The early bird, Laura.

Our reputation's at stake.

And that Jordan's definitely up to
something.

I should be at college.

You are?

My course.

Car maintenance for the single woman,
remember?

Well, it'll have to wait.

Don't you think we should talk to Ken
before we go blundering in?

No, we don't want to go whinging on
about his blooming all the day.

Yeah, well, you did catch that girl.

So?

Maybe somebody put a hook to it.

Jordan isn't carrying that horse feed
around for a picnic.

Somebody's dragging our good name
through the horse manure and I want to

why.

I can explain.

Right.

Tally -ho.

I

told

you he was up to something.

What? No good.

He's gone into the stable, Harry.

He's skulked in.

You saw him. He definitely skulked in.

I want you to follow him.

Watch everything he does.

Well, I'm going to have a word with
Batten.

You took your time.

I was going to start without you.

You know Vincent?

Can't put his shoes on the right feet
without me.

Don't even mention his name. The thought
of him makes me want to gag.

How do you feel when you think about his
money?

Rich.

We've been hanging around too long,
Greta.

Look. If he finds out about us, it'll be
divorce and bye -bye dosh.

I'm working on it, all right?

I've been putting in some overtime.

And if I'm right, I've got us, our
ticket out of here, loaded with cash.

Go on.

Guilt.

Greenbacks.

Wonga.

Ready.

There's no reason why Mia would steal
the stallion can. I'm sorry for her,

carrying the can for somebody else. She
loves the horses.

Same as you.

Just horse sense.

You always had it.

I caught it off my father. He was in
racing.

When I left school, I became his
apprentice.

All he cared about was the horses.
Winning was just a bonus to him.

After he died, I used his money to start
up on my own.

And you always back a winner, eh?

That was a long time ago now.

All I worry about now are the stables.
But even they seem to have fallen at the

first fence.

Why don't you show me what Dancer can
do?

Well... Oh, excuse me.

I hate these things.

Hello?

Rocky? Yeah?

You what?

First the police come up here.

And then it's this monkey.

It doesn't matter what it is.

Pitching milkers. Or armed robbery.

There's always somebody putting their
finger on us.

I mean, why would we fuss around
stealing stud stallions and then wait

police to come calling? If we're such
criminal masterminds, you'd think they'd

give us a bit more nous than that.

You can tell the police I'm in here.

Can't find anything.

Sauce blanket.

One of yours?

No, bought special. We just use old ones
if we need them.

Could Mia have got one from the tables?

Don't ask me.

So you're just going to let us two, are
you? Let us sit in prison?

I'm not a keeper.

You're her father.

What's this then?

Medicine? I don't know.

Is she ill?

Yeah. Whatever.

I agree to it.

You're a security man. Get on with it.

Any progress with the nag hunt?

Oh, I've got my associate out, following
a few leads. Great stuff.

All in order, then. Toast?

No, no, thank you.

Have you got the security reports on?

Almost. Almost isn't finished.

I need it tomorrow morning.

I've got the insurance firm's loss
adjuster coming across with a magnifying

glass to show me the small print.

I'll just try it on with it now,
Vincent.

What about Jordan?

What about him?

Would you trust him?

I'm like his father.

I've taught him a trick or two, he's
taught me.

There's nothing I don't trust him with.
It's not a word we need.

There's nothing, Ken.

Not a word, one way or the other.

Are you going to charge her? Yeah.

Have we got the evidence?

What? The blanket, Ken.

Ken, she's going to be in court first
thing in the morning.

I'm here.

We only want to help you, you know.

We want you to tell us what you were
doing, breaking into the stables.

Well, come on, Rocky.

No good.

Wasting our time here.

I can.

You knew I never took it.

You knew, and you never bleeding told
them.

They never believe I thought you knew
that.

You knew it, didn't you? You bleeding
knew it.

Um, look.

We brought you this. A cutting aid,
dear.

It's for the horse.

The stallion?

He? What does he need it for?

I don't know. You tell me.

It's for Nell, up at the camp.

She's gone lame, see?

My dad would have sent her for knackers
meat if I hadn't done it.

It's your horse?

Sort of.

You mean you've been stealing medicine,
not a horse?

I don't need a racehorse.

That was Nell, was it? I saw you with
her the other day when you were trying

hide something.

She cut herself.

She's been doing better since I got the
medicine.

How long have you been stealing the
medicine, then?

Couple of weeks.

She needs it every day. She'll go lame
again otherwise.

Do you want me to take it to her?

Oh, would you?

Yeah.

No problem.

Well, if it isn't the girl, then it has
to be Jordan.

I don't know.

But that means you'll have to be in
cahoots with the gypsies. Eh? It does

explain the horse blanket, though.
Exactly.

He's the perfect inside man.

Vanna trusts him with everything.

Harry, just slow down. You only saw him
in the stables. He's perfectly entitled

to be there.

What about the rickety cottage?

What if he's using it like a halfway
house before he ships them out?

Yeah, but hoof prints aren't like
fingerprints, are they? Eh?

I mean, it could be any horse.

Well, I think Harry's right.

What if we catch Jordan at it?

Stake out the old cottage. See what
crawls out of the woodwork. There is

something else. There is something
missing, Harry.

Well, if you and his money's coming in
the morning, can it? I need this in

otherwise I'll look a complete prat.
Look, what if we found the horse

What if?

Might smoke him out. Yeah.

And where would we start?

Round here.

This area.

Nottinghamshire?

Or just Great Britain?

Do it yourself.

I hope you don't get hungry, love,
because that's all you're getting.

You know, Mia's only got you, you know,
and this horse, and you've only got her.

You forgot about the horse.

Out with it.

Well, I thought we'd try and find the
stallion.

Where? Well, you know, I've got a few
ideas.

Outbuildings, old sheds, off the map,
like. How many's a few?

Well, 15 or so.

Only, I wouldn't know him if the fellow
in me head being a townie. For you, from

the country.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

Yeah, I know.

But it might just get your daughter out
of jail.

It's a hive of activity, Harry.

Everything comes to here waits.

And where?

And where?

Where's Ken? That's what I want to know.

All I know, he's got some bee in his
bonnet about a medicine bottle.

Hello.

Oh, back again.

I need to ask you about this.

Antibiotics for infections.

What sort of infections?

Cats, wounds, that sort of thing.

Why didn't you say all this?

Mia's been taking... General Hospital, I
don't take an inventory every evening.

This is horse potion, not heroin.

Even at 15 quid a throw?

I'm more interested in racehorses at 50
,000 quid a throw.

Well, it's a pity you didn't show as
much concern before it did a runner.

Curiouser and curiouser.

You're not the only one.

I'm to take a cock.

Harry!

Well, if we want our share of Batten's
money, that's our little insurance

policy.

Are you absolutely sure that this is
going to work?

I know, Vincent, like the back of my
hand.

By the time I finish with it.

Are they treating you OK?

I could try and have a word with a
couple of people, if there's anything

want. I want to get out of here.

I can't do anything about that.

Not now they've charged you with Nick
Insultant. I never nicked him!

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

It will get ordered.

Will it?

Yeah.

Look, just tell me, did Helen, Miss
Davidson, give you that horse blanket?

For Nell?

She gave it me.

Offered it me.

Like it was mine. Said I could keep it.

All this pressure, it's not good for
you.

Which way do you think?

Back home.

We've missed it.

Three elms, it says here.

Some sort of sheep shed.

Does it have to be downwind or upwind?

I'm going to travel another bloodhound.

I think it's this way.

Do you?

Right, we'll go this way.

What's in it?

You're supposed to be back in the car
keeping a lookout.

Well, I fancied a quick look in.

Calm down.

It's about Helen.

But we know Helen's been a trainer. She
didn't lie about that.

So what's the up to then? I don't know.
But she is lying about the medicine.

And the horse blanket.

Horceress in forensic laboratory.

A cephalopromazine.

This is a confidential report.

For internal use only.

What of, though?

Horse urine.

I think it's a dope test.

Cheating on the horses.

Pet pills for ponies.

The children's got all of the evidence.

So he can lean on Helen.

So?

So she'd steal the horse for him.

Rocky may not have heard anything
because there wasn't anything to hear.

Ken Boone's been round asking questions.

It looks as though he's getting close.

And what were you planning on doing?

I don't know.

Own up, I suppose. Finish it. It
finishes when I collect the money, not

I don't think... You don't think.

You don't speak.

You do as you're told.

Or the only one who'll be finished is
you.

If I start talking...

They won't let you near a clothes horse.

Remember? I didn't.

You didn't what?

The horse.

You didn't do it.

You didn't kill it.

I didn't hear that.

No, I didn't kill it.

I thought you'd have a feel for the
land.

I have. I'm on the road in my truck
pulling one of my vans.

What about navigating by the stars?

Talking to the animals?

Road signs and the radio, Rocky.

I wouldn't know a weasel from a
windscreen whopper.

Helen? Hello?

Make yourself at home.

I thought I'd come and tell you we found
out who took the horse.

Oh? Who took it?

We know about Jordan and Greta.

Jordan and Greta?

I blame myself.

I should have said no when he first
approached me.

I was innocent, but now I'm guilty. I
should have just faced it.

And a dope test?

Batten said he'd ruin me if I didn't
help him.

Batten?

Did Batten do that to you?

Worthless. I should have called that
bloody stallion worthless.

But why is this all so worthless? What
about the stud fees?

You have to be a stud.

There was an accident with the horse.

It happens.

But you can't have an impotent stallion.

And Bratton thought he could get the
money back from the insurance.

Only I had to get rid of the horse.

Is that for the horse or the rider?

Bottoms up.

What's happened?

We'd like to talk to you.

About stat fees.

There.

No. Everyone knows the one about the
empty barn.

Eh?

There's nothing in it.

Right.

I think it's this way.

What is?

The next one on my list. Come on.

You! You bitch!

I won't let you walk away with the
clothes you stand up in.

I'd have second thoughts about that,
Vincent.

Key to the safe.

Why not, er...

Check your worldly belongings.

We want in on the insurance deal.

Half.

Batten could have ruined me.

A few years ago, a horse I was training
tested positive for drugs.

The owner took most of the flag. I knew
nothing about it.

It all blew over, but I had to give up
training.

I don't know how he got hold of the
report.

That's the trouble with this game.

Sometimes you simply can't afford the
gamble.

Not when it's some poor kid's freedom
you can't.

I deserve that.

And Batten faked the breaking.

You gave Mia the horse blanket.

What about me?

Security?

Some kind of light snack on the way to
the main course?

Oh, I had nothing to do with that.

No, but nice and convenient, isn't it,
when the insurance comes snooping?

How do you get rid of the stallion?

Or shouldn't I ask that?

I didn't.

I couldn't go through with it.

You saved that horse.

Yes, but I think I'm a lost cause.

Get your coat.

Batten knows, Ken.

I told him.

What do you get, love?

It's only the magistrate, love.

Is it far?

Not far. Just somewhere Batten couldn't
get to in his crocodile -skin shoes.

Well, let's hope so, eh?

What are you doing there?

Well, I came to tell you that... Well, I
thought I'd come personally to tell you

that we've got a lead on your case.

Well, it's more than a lead, actually.

It's not good news.

In ancient times, if it was bad news,
they'd shoot the messenger.

Where's the security report?

I think you'll find that this takes
precedence, Mr Batten.

Spirit, Harry.

If you were a woman, I'd kiss you.

I made sure he couldn't wander.

So, Batten's taken the horse walkabout,
eh? Or worse.

Does it matter?

I mean, I said I'd come clean. I want to
come clean.

He can still wriggle out of it.

How?

How? I mean, no horse, no evidence.

You're hardly any impartial witness.

Come on, let's go.

Mr Batten.

I'm Mr James, the insurance loss
adjuster.

No, I'm not Mr Batten.

Harry Crawford, in charge of security.

I had hoped to talk to the organ
grinder.

To protect our insurance.

Any alarm?

No. No, because of the animals.

They can set them off.

So I brought you the guard patrol.

Now, you won't stop the prowl, but you
can upset the amateur. You set it up in

24 hours.

Well, you can't hang around with
security.

I was expecting amateurs, considering
what's happened. But now that I'm here,

I'm impressed with your efforts, both of
you.

I look forward to your report.

This is where he was kept. If you'd care
to take a look around, it's been

cleared out.

I think there must be some mistake.

I think you might be right.

It's gone. It's gone. I can't believe
this.

We're going to have to have a long, hard
think about this.

Why? Vincent still won't back out.

Well, he might.

You see, I've never had to live on love.

Well, good luck.

Thank you.

I think I'll trust the truth this time.

Get this mess sorted out.

Who knows, I might even go back into
training.

Yeah, who knows.

We should have a race sometime, Ken.

Dancer against Sultan.

I think I've already had a run for my
money.

Pay him back, you know.

I will.

He hasn't even paid the bail yet.

And he won't, as long as you turn up in
court.

And what about now?

Oh, it's all been sorted.

I'm going to take you up there on the
bike.

And then I'll come back with you, you
know, like a sort of outrider.

I've not been on a bike.

What was that? I've not been on a horse.

Trade your ride.

All right.

Done.

Trust.

That's what he said, Ken.

Trust.

That wasn't a word he needed.

Oh, too bloody right.

Kindred Spirit, Harry. Oh, God.

No wonder insurance premiums are going
up all the time with tights like batting

about in a blooming place.

Ken, I can't find the socket set.

Under the sink.

I think.

The only paper in the first instalment
as well.

I'll be old and bald by the time I get
the rest.

It's not.

All right, under the cupboard, I don't
know. There'll be one at the course

anyway. Well, Harry, I nearly forgot.

Mr James, the insurance bloke, rang.
Says he's got another security job for

What sort of security job?

Guarding some dogs.

Racing grounds, I think.

Anyway, I said we didn't want to.

Oh.

He did what?

Sorry, Harry.

Car maintenance, remember?

Rocky, Rocky, hold on a minute. Rocky!

Hey, there's money in crayons, you know,
isn't there? Ken?

Harry, it's my week off, remember? I'm
on me holiday.

Just a minute.

There's money in this. There's money.
There's money.