All language subtitles for Boon s06e11 Bad Pennies

Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone No

one to talk to, I got no telephone

Jessica?

Jessica?

Hurry. Morning, kids.

How was your day off?

Look, mate, it was going to be two days
off, remember?

Yeah, well, we were always snowed under.

There's always a panic.

You won't like London, Jessie. It's all
rushing about and getting nowhere.

It's only till Malcolm's finished his
business there. It won't be long.

Works hard, doesn't he?

It's not real, Mother.

Nothing's real when you get to my age,
except company.

Terrible thing to be locked up and
forgotten, Jessie.

Mother! What about Annabelle?

She forgotten me or what?

She's just left school, Mum.

You know what it's like at her age? Lots
of parties at her friend's houses.

You've come a long way, girl.

He'll still find you.

He won't remember me.

You remember him.

Harry, this is Barmy. How can you agree
to these people using our site?

Because it's good for business, Ken. A
classic car.

It's a major local event, mate. It's a
major local headache, mate. We can't

with an event this size. Now, listen to
me selfish, Ken. We're doing good for

the community.

And if the rally goes well, we'll make
it an annual event.

Very public -spirited.

We'll call it the CBS Classic Car Rally.

Call it what?

Oi! The bait are over there.

Crawford Boone Security.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, I'm on Ken Boone.

Are you busy?

Um... Armed

robbery.

He held up a bank with a shotgun and I
saw his face.

My evidence convicted him. That was 16
years ago and now he's coming out.

You mean you were the key witness?

Yes.

Look, this Stan Keating, I mean, what
makes you think he's going to come after

you after 16 years?

He said he would.

He stared at me from the dock after I'd
given my evidence.

He said he'd find me wherever it was,
whenever it was. And when he did, he'd

kill me.

But surely the police can help. This is
a free country, Mr Crawford.

Keating's done his time, and at the
moment that's all he's done.

There's nothing the police can do yet.

It's only for a week.

After that, we move to London. We need
two men, that's all, just to show we're

not vulnerable.

Look, Mrs. Marsden, we'd love to help
you. Yeah, we'd love to.

It's just that we're a bit overstretched
at the moment.

We'd make them very comfortable.

Big house in the country, lots of peace
and quiet.

I'd be grateful if you'd think it over.

Perhaps you could let me know today.

Oh, what a pity, eh?

It was only two men she wanted, wasn't
it?

Out of the question, Harry.

Who is he?

Yes, we'll be sad to leave.

Still, I hope you won't find it too
quiet here.

I hope it stays quiet.

Well, that's what we're supposed to be
doing up here, isn't it?

Annabelle, darling.

Our daughter, gentlemen.

Hi. I'm Ken Boone. Business associates,
dear.

Pleased to meet you.

Nice holes.

I thought it best that we didn't tell
her. Oh, no, no. No point in alarming

Actually, I'd like you to keep a special
eye on Annabel.

She is the most vulnerable of us.

Yeah, we can take care of her, all
right.

You've a beautiful daughter, Mr Marston.
You must be very proud.

Oh, I am.

But her real father's dead.

She's only my adopted daughter.

Well, I say only.

Actually, he dotes on her.

Come on, darling.

Twelve -hour shift?

I'll shift for it.

All right.

Heads you do nights, tails I do days.
Right.

I do nights.

What is he doing?

What? It's like... Rat leaving a sinking
ship.

Who? What?

Cad and Harry.

Look, Rocky, this is a car rally, not
the Titanic.

We'll call.

Look, Charlie's gone, eh, Walt? There's
old bangers backed up to the roundabout

and there's three lanes of commuter
traffic streaming for blood, so what are

going to do about it? No, I've just
remembered something I've got to do.

We need one more bloke on that gate and
that'll do it.

Harry. What?

Oh, yeah, yeah, you're right, Ken. One
more bloke on that gate, yeah.

What happened, Ken?

What?

To our lives.

Nothing? Yeah, and that's what we've
got, innit?

Nothing. I mean, look at this place, eh?
Here. I mean, this is alive, innit?

This isn't our life.

No.

Will!

Well, best turn in.

I'd better get to work.

It's rather late to be working.

What sort of work is it, exactly?

Very long, unsociable hours.

Evading the question.

Very mysterious.

Good night, gentlemen.

Harry, what exactly are we doing?

Well, I'll go to bed, Ken.

You know what?

Come on.

Hello?

Is Gladys Swan there by any chance?

She used to live there.

Do you happen to know where she might
have gone?

Look here, pal.

Sorry. Sorry, I was just checking round.

A drink?

Oh, no, I better not. I'm on duty.

It's your duty to have a drink with me
because I've asked you to have one.

Whiskey?

I thought, um... Well, I thought you had
port on that after dinner.

Not at this time of night.

Well, I don't know much about these
things, but I'll tell you that vintage

we had tonight.

That was something special, a first for
me.

The first time I ever had port was in a
pub.

I drank it with lemonade.

Port and lemon.

You've come a long way since then,
haven't you?

I was lucky.

I came into some money and then I met
Malcolm.

Happy ending?

Happy endings.

Won't you join me?

I didn't mean to sound so regal before.

No. Not much of a drinker.

Neither am I.

It gets me through the nightmares.

Nightmares?

Have you forgotten why you came here?

Oh, yeah, of course. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

Yeah, I can get on.

Ken. Yeah.

Thanks.

For the company.

Fine. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Good night, Harry.

Good morning,

Ken. You look terrible.

We're not here for our health, are we,
Harry?

And I need some kit.

What a beautiful morning like this.

Yeah, well, it was a beautiful night.

All night.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Oh, good morning.

Good morning. Hope you slept well, Mr
Crawford. Oh, yes, very well. Very well

indeed. Oh, by the way, that picture in
my room, it's very nice.

But possibly a bit... A bit what?

Oh, a bit... A bit... Well, you must be
tired.

Yes. Would you like some more coffee
before you go to bed? I'd love some.

I'll bring you another cup. Thank you.

I was in this gallery, and this bloke
was looking at this picture.

And he said, it's very nice.

but possibly a bit.

And a whole bunch of people said, you're
absolutely right.

And when I do it, I look an absolute
prat.

Well, it depends who's playing it,
doesn't it, Harry?

For goodness sake.

Come on, look, we're doing a job here,
aren't we?

These are not our kind of people.

We don't belong here. When the job's
over, we go home.

Right?

Granddad!

Hey!

Mrs. Marston!

Mrs. Marston!

It's all right, Mr. Crawford. It's only
Charlie.

Tell him Stan Key is back. And the
manager.

Who's back?

Stan.

Stan. When did you get up?

A little.

Yeah, come on, mate. What are you
having?

A pint of lager. Oh, yeah, a pint of
lager, please.

Well, it was hard to know he was the
gardener.

Wellies?

I was only doing my job. All right,
Harry. All right, mate.

Good night.

Good night, Ken.

Don't you believe in banks, Mr Marston?

Banks can be robbed, Mr Boone.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

Yeah.

I know it's none of my business, but
that's an awful lot of money to be lying

about.

You're right.

It's none of your business.

The danger's on the outside, Mr Boone.

Not in here.

Let's have your glasses, please.

She's packed up in Wenstown.

Where?

She got married. Some bloke in business.

Doing nice.

What about her, ma 'am?

Oh, Gladys.

Yeah, she got herself a flat. You know,
a warden type place.

Where?

Private place.

Sure would I... Sure would I think it
would.

Listen, Stan, if you're stuck, you know,
maybe

on... for a job.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Some things don't change.

Gentlemen, please, where's the big
glasses now?

Yeah, well, wife and kids.

You know how it is.

Better get off home.

See ya.

Let's have your glasses now.

Time, gentlemen, please.

Well, not much of a one -for -social
night, but it is in the morning. Oh, you

can. I'm not in the mood.

Oh, good morning, Mr Austin.

Too many wasps and ants and buzzing
things around here.

They neither go away nor explain
themselves.

I don't think you're right, sir.

No kidding.

Look, there's something about this
place, Harry. I don't like it.

What do you mean, apart from the fact
that we're guarding it against a maniac?

No, I don't just mean that. I mean, it's
all so smooth, isn't it? The whole

operation, eh?

Everybody's so nice. Don't you get a
feeling? Oh, Kenny, you're always

for trouble, you are.

Even when you get up into Paradise,
which isn't very likely, you'll be

round the place, interrogating the
angels, saying, eh, there's something

going on here. I just want to know more
about it, all right?

Eh? I mean, that whole court case.

Perhaps Laura could look into it.

Ken, she's got a car rally. She's busy,
remember?

There might even be a picture of this
Keating bloke.

Save any further confusion.

All right, I'll rub it in.

All right, all right. When do you go
back to the office?

What do you mean, I go back to the
office?

Somebody's got to go, haven't they?

Place doesn't run itself.

Toss you for it.

All right.

Heads, I stay.

Tails, you go.

Got anyone here called Gladys?

Gladys Swan.

I'm an old friend.

She lives at number two.

So...

I've got six blokes from Birmingham who
know how to stay because the hotel's

been double booked and they want me to
sort it out. The caterers say they're

going home at ten. Two of our blokes
didn't even turn up. I've only got five

blokes. The toilets are overflowing and
I've got a hundred people arriving

tomorrow. Everything under control then,
eh, Rocky? Good lad.

Cora.

What happened to you?

Look, I want you to go down to the
library.

Look up the old newspaper report.

Stan Keating's daughter, 16 years ago.

And see if you can get hold of a
picture.

To avoid any confusion.

What sort of confusion, Harry?

Hello, Gladys.

So, Dan.

Sixteen years and I don't get a kiss?

do that.

She wasn't there, though.

Was she?

But I'm here, Dan, and I didn't forget
you.

Oh, it's so beautiful here.

Quiet, peaceful, just like you promised.

I'm glad you like it.

It doesn't look much like he's coming
back, does it?

Well, he'll come.

Well, after 16 years, don't you think he
might have mellowed?

You don't know him, Ken.

I do.

Know him?

You don't want to mess it up for her.

She's happy.

What about me?

What have I got?

You will get by.

She left me to rot in a cage for 16
years.

And she's happy.

Well, who paid for it?

Always so angry.

Don't hide her from me, Gladys.

What makes you think I want to hide her?

Three hours, Harry. Three whole bloody
hours.

Is it past your bedtime, Kent?

Yes, it is. Good night, Harry.

He's a beauty.

The old man kept horses.

Stable boy.

Worked up.

He's Arab, isn't he?

Part Arab.

You've got the best part.

Can you ride him?

Of course I can ride him.

No, I mean properly.

Ride with him.

Yes.

Stan Keating.

Nice to meet you.

And you.

Annabelle.

Have we met?

Have we met?

Once or twice, my girl.

Do you work at the stables?

How's your mum?

She's fine, thank you.

Tell her you met Stan Keaton.

Why?

Tell her you met me.

Is everything alright?

Yes.

You sure?

Where's Annabel?

She's fine.

Harry Crawford's looking after her.

Excuse me.

Have you seen Annabel?

Miss Marston?

Yeah. I reckon she went to the stables.

The stables?

Are you sure?

You're the detective, ain't you?

Where else would she be going dressed in
riding gear?

Where are the stables?

Like I said, you're the detective, ain't
you?

Miss Marston?

Miss Marston?

Oh.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Miss Annabel Marston.

Must be nice for you up there.

Big house and all.

You been there long?

Oh, no, we're just working up there.

Security consultants, actually.

Oh, yeah?

Expecting trouble?

Well, I can't tell you much more, you
understand. It's just that we're a

bit worried about Miss Marston.

Like I say, she's probably home by now.

Oh, and you can tell Mrs Marston I'll be
round soon.

She's expecting me.

Why?

Marston? Hello.

Rocky Cassidy here. Crawford Boone
Security.

I was wondering if it'd be possible to
speak to either Ken Boone or Harry

Crawford, please.

Yes. They're never too far away.

I think Mr Crawford's out. Could you
hold on?

Go away, Harry.

Mr Boone, there's a call for you.

Rocky, from Crawford Boone Security.

Listen, love.

Oh, no.

Rocky, it's always a panic with you.
Now, just calm down, will you?

Now, just take it easy.

No, no, I am going to bed.

And when I get there, I'm going to
sleep.

Looks like we're going to have to sort
it out by ourselves.

Trouble at work?

Yeah, I suppose I should be there,
really.

Well, I feel very bad about that.

You're a very busy man.

Seems to have been a bit of a waste of
your time, keeping you hanging about

here.

What, you don't think Keating's going to
show up here?

I think my wife may have overreacted a
little.

No, it's on edge.

Yeah, well, I mean, that's what we're
here for, isn't it? Security.

Peace of mind.

Yes, I suppose so.

Let's hope that's all you need us for.

Yeah.

Bill?

Stan.

I need a favour.

Is Annabelle here?

I thought she was with you.

No.

You mean she's out there on her own?

Oh, it's all right.

It's all right.

The chap down at the stable said she was
coming back here.

What chap?

What, an old groom or something?

He said he'd be coming over.

He seemed to think you were expecting
him or something.

Oh, my God, that's him, isn't it?

Will somebody please tell me what's
going on?

I know it was 16 years ago, but he told
the whole court he'd find me.

He won't have forgotten.

We're afraid he might try to take out
his grudge on you.

So did you see anyone you didn't know
down at the stables?

No.

I think it's time we brought the police
in.

He hasn't done anything yet.

No police.

Well, at least let me put some men on
the gate.

Fine.

I think we ought to get Annabelle
somewhere safer, too.

What about Gran?

We don't want to worry her.

I'll just be visiting.

What do you want?

I've got the court report.

The what? The court report.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that's not important now.

I think it is, Harry.

Laura, Mrs. Marsden's got enough to
worry about.

You're right about that.

There were only two witnesses, Harry.
Both of them men.

Jessica didn't testify. She wasn't a
witness.

Well, what was she then?

A girlfriend.

An accomplice. For all we know, she
might have been both.

I hope you know what you're doing, Stan.

You're only on unlicensed, remember.

I'm just getting what's mine.

What sold me.

She's got no protection.

Oh, no.

Clem.

Regarding a gangster's mall.

Against the gangster.

And the gangster is on his way.

Mrs Marston.

That isn't the story you told us, is it?

No.

I lied. I'm sorry.

Well, not just to you. I've lied to my
husband, to my daughter, to myself.

Once you start, you have to go on.

No, you can stop it any time.

You can stop it now.

Hello.

Long time no see.

Come for a little talk?

Something I think we should have talked
about a long time ago.

Stan was my lover.

You've guessed that, I expect.

He was always ashamed that he couldn't
give me what he thought I wanted.

Then he got in with some people and...

Suddenly there was money around.

One day the police came.

Said he'd been involved in a robbery,
fired a shotgun.

Jesse came over to me.

Later on he turned up, frightened,
hungry.

And with more money in a paper bag than
I'd seen in my whole life.

He said he'd go down and he asked us to
keep it for him.

I didn't touch it for a long time.

I didn't know what to do.

But I needed things, and so I spent a
little, just to see if it didn't hurt.

And it didn't, not too much.

And now it's all gone.

Yeah.

And that's what he's come for.

But please, please, you mustn't tell
Malcolm.

He doesn't know anything about this. He
trusts me. It would destroy him.

I can't tell him and I can't tell
Annabelle.

I can't even give Dan his money.

It never was his.

But Annabelle is.

I thought my father was dead.

Everybody told me he was dead.

He was for 16 years.

He isn't now.

Do you think Rocky's going to be all
right at the rally now he's only got two

men? Yeah, you'll be fine.

This is where the trouble is.

You've got to keep this bloke out.

So keep your eyes peeled, otherwise you
could get hurt.

Oh, yes, Harry, I see what you mean.

All right, Lenny, it's Mr Martin.

Go on, Lenny, Tony.

I'll leave you with it. Oh.

Oh, great night for it.

Gran?

I have to go home.

Excuse me.

Frank?

Frank, can you hear me?

Dave?

Is there anybody there?

Shall I make some tea?

Hello?

Rocky? Yeah, what's wrong?

All right, all right, yeah. We'll get
some men down there as soon as we can.

Rocky?

Rocky?

Ken?

Ken?

Ken?

The line's been cut.

I'll get the police.

I don't believe you.

Oh, no.

It's all right, darling. Mr Crawford's
gone for the police.

Yeah, our boy's on the gate. They've got
a phone.

I'll check upstairs.

Look, believe me, this is the right
thing to do.

No He's right outside no he isn't get
help now

You can't go in there. Let me go!

Everybody sit down.

I said sit!

Stan, please, there's no need... Shut
it!

I'll use it.

Go on, then.

You just leave her out of this, eh?

It's not her I want.

We've had our instructions.

Now one goes even. Let me go, please!

Annabelle!

Annabelle, don't go back up there.
Annabelle!

Call the police.

What? Call the police!

Put the gun down, Mr Keating.

There's nothing for you here.

What do you mean, there's nothing?

What do you know about it?

I've come for what's mine.

Yours?

You haven't got a clue, have you?

You poor sod.

Dan, please.

Please don't.

I like it when you beg.

Now, that's enough!

Stop! Shut it down!

Who are you to say what's enough?

You think you're somebody, don't you?

Let me tell you a few things. Just go
on, please. Please shut up!

That woman, your wife, was my bird.

She took my money, the money that I got
banged up for, and she used it to get

herself fixed up with a posh husband.

She wasn't fussy about having my kid,
though.

My Annabelle.

Malcolm.

It's all right, darling.

I knew.

I knew it all.

Gladys told me the whole story years
ago.

I didn't say anything to Jessica.

When she wanted me to know, she'd tell
me.

And that was all right with me.

But then you turn up and try to ruin it
all.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

She's sorry.

That makes it all right, then, does it?

Eh?

Well, come on, then, Jess.

What about what you did to me?

Are you sorry for that?

God, can't you leave it? It's over.

Dad!

Gran told me, Mum.

She told me who I am.

I would never have hurt you.

I just came to get what was mine.

Yeah, well, bursting in here with a sawn
-off shotgun is a bloody funny way of

going about it.

It's all right, Mr Boone.

You can have your money.

I've got it here ready.

I knew you'd turn up one day.

16 years.

He never came once.

Didn't even write.

Nothing, Jess.

It's over, Stan.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

For the... old bastard you married.

He's too good for you, Jessica.

So am I.

This is what my wife owes you.

And that's all.

Dad, they've called the police.

Mr Crawford told them at the gate.

That's all right.

We'll tell them it was just a domestic.

Just a domestic.

Haven't we met?

Stan.

Me and the police don't mix too well.

We haven't talked or anything.

There'll be time, love.

There'll be time.

You all

right,

love?

You did the right thing, you know.

Standing up for your dad?

Been pretty horrid to you, Mr Crawford,
haven't I?

No, no, no, not at all.

My only regret is we couldn't tell you
the truth.

And I'm sorry I didn't tell you the
truth, Mr Boone.

Turns out we did need you in the end.

I suppose we'd better go and see how
Rocky's getting on.

You can go and see him, Harry. I am
going to bed.

It doesn't quieten the countryside, and
it can.

Yeah, it is now.