All language subtitles for The.Persuaders.S01E24.720p.BluRay.HighCode

A fifth of a second
off the track record.

I still can't get out of second.

- We can't lose on Saturday.
- I sincerely hope so.

We've spent a lot of time and money.

- How's the new ignition?
- Fine. Goes another 400 revs.

- Why don't you try it yourself?
- Yeah, OK.

Er, reverse is back here.

Oh!

- Did you see him?
- He tried to kill me, run me down.

You're kidding!

Listen to this.
"That was to show you how easy it is.

"Enjoy what's left of your life.
It ends before Saturday."

You know, I'd like to
lower the gear ratio a little.

- Yeah.
- All right.

It's early. I'll stick around
and give you a hand.

Right ho. I'll join you later
when I've put it on the ramp.

I'm gonna hang around
and be your bodyguard.

I don't expect any more games today.

That was no game.
They tried to kill you.

Well, they won't get another chance,

because after this I'm going back
to the apartment and going to bed.

I'll prowl around
and see if I can turn up something.

You don't worry about a thing.

- You think you're Sherlock Holmes.
- I am, dum-dum. See you later.

Don't get nervous.
I'll move in a minute.

Hi. I'm Danny Wilde.
I live at 49 Grosvenor Square.

Right in the middle of London.
Apartment 5-B.

You're following me.
Stop by for a drink.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Leave me alone.

Your wish is my command. Goodbye.

Hold on a minute.

Ah! No more, old darling.

If we go on with this,
one of us is going to get hurt,

and I've got a feeling it'll be me.

You have been already.
Your nose is running.

- Thanks.
- Right. Who are you?

Morley Lyndon.

I say, old darling,
do you think I could have a drink?

- I could do with one after that.
- Yes, old darling.

I'm out of cooking sherry.
Would you settle for brandy?

Fine. Thanks. Incidentally, I didn't
make a sound when I approached you,

and yet I felt
that you knew I was there.

Cheap aftershave.
They don't remove enough alcohol.

I'm still getting terrible whiffs.

- Thanks.
- All right. Why?

About the beating up?

At least, that was what
it was supposed to be.

It was nothing personal.
It was just a job of work.

- For whom, old boy.
- I haven't the faintest.

I got a note in the mail
with instructions to work you over.

I was to hurt you badly,
to break your arm or something.

Not kill.
They were very specific about that.

That's nice. How much were you paid?

- Ten pounds.
- Ten pounds?!

That accounts for your aftershave.
You work cheaply.

- The fact is, I'm not very good.
- You can say that again.

As a matter of fact, the only thing
I can do superbly well is fail.

- Could I have another tot?
- Oh, forgive my manners.

- What am I thinking of?
- Thanks.

The note said there'd be another
tenner for me when the job was done.

- But I won't get that now.
- 50.

- 50?
- How would you like 50 pounds?

My dear chap,
for 50 pounds I'd break my own arm

and smile while I was doing it.

25 now, 25 when you deliver.
I want to know who is employing you.

Then consider the job done.

Give me a couple of hours
and I'll be back.

Don't dawdle. And would you put the
fuse back on the way downstairs?

Remember, to black out an apartment,

remove all the fuses
or throw the master switch.

I never have been very handy
about the house.

Come on, Jerry. That's the way.

There you go. There. Come on, man.

Now, I want you to tell my buddy on
the phone what you just told me, OK?

Sit right down. There you go.

Do you mind sitting up for a minute
while I dial this number, please?

Brett...

Brett Sinclair.

Daniel?! Do you know what time it is?

I know it's late but I think
I'm really on to something.

- Will you sit up?
- What?

Oh, not you. This guy.

Listen, I'm at Sam's.
Get down here. Hurry.

Sit up.

Grazie. I'd like a bucket of coffee.
Big bucket of coffee.

Come on, Jerry. Let's go.

Up and at 'em. Rise and shine.
That's it. That's it.

You're doing good.

That's great.
Just keep walking around.

He's gonna be OK, girls.

There you go...

Hello, this is Mario. There's someone
in the place making trouble.

Fresh coffee, sir.

- Grazie.
- Grazie.

Grazie.

OK, let's go.

That's what I dislike
about you, Daniel.

4:15am and you invite me
to a stag dinner and dance.

Please, play it again, Sam.

No, man. Why does everybody
want to be Humphrey Bogart?

Please introduce me
to your date, Daniel.

It's Sandford. Jerry Sandford.

That's him. He was gonna be
in the race Saturday.

Not any more. Could I have
that chair, please? Thanks a lot.

- Thank you very much.
- Would you please explain, Daniel?

Well, I figured it'd be a good idea
if I talked to all the drivers

and find out
if they'd been threatened.

First couple of guys say nothing.

Then I run across Jerry here,
throwing money away.

He's got 3,000 bucks in his pocket.

- He's been got at. Payoff.
- That's what it looks like to me.

Jerry? Now, Jerry... Jerry!

Jerry, do you hear me?

- Come on, man. Wake up.
- Make it look good.

Very, very good.

The race?
Is that what you mean, the race?

20 laps,
then a nice spectacular spin-off...

Look very, very good...

Shh! Big secret...

Jerry! Come on, Jerry.

- Jerry, who paid you?
- Speak up.

He doesn't know. Get him out of here.

Come on, Sandford.

You sure know how to clear a room.

And how to be bad-mannered
and boorish.

We were talking with Mr Sandford.

He was about to tell us
who paid him to throw the race.

I actually handed over the cash,
acting on behalf of my principal,

who must remain anonymous.

Now, let me ask something. What's
your price to be a non-starter?

That's nice. They try to run me down,
beat me up...

- What are you talking about?
...and now ask me to throw the race.

- Shall I tell him?
- Tell him.

- I will be racing on Saturday.
- I'm sorry you take that attitude,

however, we will be able
to convince you before Saturday.

One other thing.
You've been questioning drivers.

- That's right.
- Don't make any more inquiries.

- Shall we get started?
- Started?

This is where you beat us up.
It's traditional.

I wouldn't dream
of breaking with tradition.

- They're good, aren't they?
- Yes. I wish they were on our side.

Finished?

- That's not fair.
- Certainly not gentlemanly, Daniel.

There'll be another time,
depend on it. Now, get out.

Come on, kid.

Ow!

Come on, Daniel.

Breakfast is served.

- Uh, we expecting anybody?
- No, just the two of us.

Just the traditional English
breakfast for the aristocracy.

Porridge.
No, sorry, stewed fruits, porridge,

devilled kidneys, haddock,

grilled sausages, bacon.

And toast, marmalade, tea.
Help yourself.

I'm not hungry.

- You must eat something.
- You sound like my mother.

Didn't I ever tell you about
my great-great-great grandfather?

- Always.
- The seventh Duke of Wendleshire.

- Also the sixth.
- He'd eat a breakfast like this,

go to the stables,
make life hell for the stablemaids,

then an early lunch - half a dozen
pheasant, half a side of pork,

washed down with liberal claret
and port -

and he didn't look a day
over 60 when he died.

Fantastic. How old was he? 102?

- Oh, come down a little.
- 96 and a half?

- No. 24.
- 24.

- The youngest duke in the vaults.
- I'm gonna go talk to some drivers.

I'm gonna wait for the phone call.

- He's not gonna call.
- Give him an hour or so.

- Come on down with me.
- Come on, eat.

- I'm going down. I'll see you later.
- Good. We'll have an early lunch.

Lunch!
You're like a regular English mother.

See you later, Your Lordship.

- Brett Sinclair.
- Morning, old darling.

Oh, hold on one minute, will you?

Daniel!

Sorry about that. Did you get it?

Yes. I didn't get the name
but I got the address.

Jot it down. It's 20, Park Way.

Got it. You can collect the rest
of your fee whenever you want.

Thanks, old darling. I'll be round.

He'll be here.

You can count on it.

He'll be here.

He's dead?

Stabbed, I would say.

- Did you know him?
- No!

- I've never seen him before.
- Let's try again.

Who are you
and what are you doing here?

Carrie Bowman. I've been assigned
to keep a check on you.

Assigned? By whom?

Oh, I get it. You think I killed him.
Well, I didn't.

- Then, who did?
- I don't know.

- Someone playing games with me.
- Games?

Warnings that I didn't take
seriously... until now.

There's a phone upstairs.
We'll call the police.

- Now it's your turn to explain.
- I followed you here.

Why?

Because my editor wants to know
where you go and who you see.

- You work for a newspaper?
- Mm-hmm.

About a month ago, we got a tip

that someone was paying a lot
of money to fix next Saturday's race.

- Do you know who?
- Not yet.

If we get the evidence we need,
we're planning a big exposé.

And what have you dug up?

Only that you and Wilde have invested
a fortune on the Sinclair Special.

That is no secret.

Last night Wilde was out with one
of the drivers who was paid off.

- He's been with others this morning.
- So?

- Police, please.
- So...

all the information points to
one thing.

That the man who's trying
to fix the race must be Danny Wilde.

Jimmy, baby, you've been around
these circuits for a long, long time.

Did you ever hear of anybody
trying to fix a race?

- Are you kidding?
- I want to know.

If they had, I'd report it. It
doesn't happen. Not in motor racing.

Well, that's what they said
about college basketball.

- I don't believe it.
- You don't?

I'm telling the truth - Jerry.

- Sandford?
- Yeah. He's been got to.

- He's quitting after 20 laps.
- Who's paid him?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

If you hear anything,
call me, let me know.

If I do, I'll scream so loud
they'll hear me in Scotland.

Good luck on Saturday, Big Jim.
See you later, kid.

- Oh, Mr Wilde.
- Yeah, that's me, pal. That's me.

Did your heavies give you my message?

My heavies? I don't know
what you're talking about.

- They made me your offer.
- Oh, my offer? What was my offer?

- £1,000.
- Oh, £1,000. No kidding.

Just for loosening a couple
of suspension bolts on the car.

- It's a lot of money.
- That certainly is, yeah.

I told them, now I'll tell you.

Anyone comes near me,
that car or Johnny,

there's gonna be a lot
of busted heads, Mr Wilde.

I'll remember that advice.

Goodbye, Curly.

Shouldn't you turn
those over to the police?

I have a feeling
they were left there for me to see.

Was it a race
that you were in some time?

That's hard to say. At 120mph,
one burning car looks like another.

Something doesn't quite fit.

Fixing a race is one thing.
You bribe or intimidate.

There's nothing new in it.

Yes, but I've never come across it
in motor racing.

That's one of them.

Italian Grand Prix.

"The Jenkins Special in flames
after hitting an oil slick."

I was in that race. I was passing him
when he came off the track.

He wasn't killed
but spent a lot of time in hospital.

I'll get Research onto him.

What doesn't add up is what
a car smash four or five years ago

has to do with fixing a race now.

I don't know. There must be
a marvellous story in it.

- I won't let you out of my sight.
- That'll be nice for you.

If you get killed,
I want to be around when it happens.

You really know
the right things to say to a man.

OK, so somebody wants to fix a race.

But why pick on me?
I don't understand that. Why me?

Because they can't get at you
any other way. You're scowling.

What do you mean?
And I'm not scowling.

- We're co-owners of the car.
- OK, right.

If the authorities

think you're crooked,
we will be suspended.

Listen, Peter Pan, I'm clean.

Yes, Wendy. We know that,
but it'll take weeks to prove.

- Carrie, come in.
- Hello.

I dug up a few things on Jenkins.

Oh, good. I don't think you two have
been introduced.

- Daniel Wilde, Carrie Bowman.
- I waited. You never showed up.

- I made rather a mess of that.
- A little bit.

Forgive him. His early life
was influenced by Rudolph Valentino.

Step into the office
and let's see what you've dug up.

He's had nothing to do
with racing since the crash.

Spent most of his time in hospitals.
Apparently, he's a very sick man.

- Where does he live?
- His last address was in France,

but he moved about three months ago.
We can't locate where he is now.

Why are you wasting your time?
It's got nothing to do with this.

It's a shot in the dark. I haven't
noticed you offering better ideas.

I'd like to get hold of those guys
who roughed us up.

- We're trying to get a lead.
- They can't bribe us.

Or scare us, either.

And it's not 100% sure that
they can get us suspended. So...

We wait for them to make a move
that'll make certain we don't start.

The car.

- The car!
- Come on, Carrie.

What are you doing?!

Now, who told you?
Who told you to do it? Who?

Vine!

- You all right?
- Why? Where are you going?

I'm going to see a man about a fire!

- Is he all right?
- I think so.

He's got a bad gash
on the back of his head.

- Where's Danny gone?
- He can't stand smoke.

- Who pays you?
- No! No!

- Who pays you?
- I can't tell you.

- It's more than my life's worth.
- Who?

No! Do what you like,
I'm not telling you anything!

Try not to look like a whipped dog.
Get up!

- I'm Louise Cornell.
- Hello, Louise. I'm Daniel Wilde.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Mix yourself a drink.

Thank you very much.

You know,
you're not exactly what I expected.

- Everyone always says that.
- Sorry I couldn't be more original.

- Does he work for you?
- Yes, unfortunately.

- Get out.
- He made me bring him here.

You're a fool. Get out.

- Want something?
- No, thanks.

Do you like this dress?

It's a little young for you.

Sit down, Mr Wilde.

Would you tell me
why you're trying to fix this race?

Profit. It's an experiment.

My associates felt that motor racing
had never been truly exploited

and could be very lucrative.

We can influence almost any
competitive games to our advantage,

so why should motor racing
be excluded?

Don't you find being a woman
a disadvantage in this line of work?

On the contrary.

If I was a man,
you would have beaten me up by now.

Why are you telling people
that I'm fixing this race?

Protective camouflage.

At the very least,
it could confuse inquiries,

and at best, it could get you banned
from the race.

As your name has been used,
why don't you make the most of it?

And why not work with me,
instead of against me?

Well, I see that
we have nothing else to talk about.

Pity.

Oh, Louise. My friend Brett Sinclair,
would you lay off him?

I've given no orders for anything
to happen to him. Not yet, anyway.

Well, that's nice of you.
Why don't you pack?

- Pack?
- The guy that works for you.

He told me everything.
He wrote it down as well.

It's not enough to put you in jail,

but it'll get you kicked out
of the country as an undesirable.

Not me, but the government
would do that.

- Hey. Psst!
- Hmm?

- He's still there.
- Who?

That guy pretending
to sell newspapers.

That's old Arthur.
He's been on that spot for 25 years.

Yeah? He looks dangerous to me.
Dangerous.

Dangerous? He's over 85 years old.

- What about Baby Face Nelson?
- He was 20.

You see? See what I...

Daniel, stop doing that. You've given
the postman a heart attack.

The milkman has nervous dyspepsia.
Why don't you just relax?

I really admire you, Your Lordship.
You're so at ease.

- Somebody's trying to kill you.
- Do you expect hysterics?

I expect you to be a little nervous.

If somebody wants to kill me, I wait
for their next move, then I worry.

Not me. Me, I like
to be one jump ahead of the posse.

Take this guy Jenkins, right?

You may have forced him
off a track a long time ago

and you don't even remember it.

And he's got a crazy idea
for revenge now.

Yes. Well, Carrie is trying
to locate him.

If she does,
we should speak with him.

Well, I'm not letting you
out of my sight.

I'm going to be with you
for 24 hours.

If anybody wants you,
they have to get to me first.

L'chaim!

I'm gonna be a wall of iron.
Impregnable.

No one, not anyone...

He's still out there.

Daniel, have you a 50-penny piece?

Hey! How did you get in here?

- The door, sir.
- You left it open.

That was all part of my plan.
Don't you see?

Suppose you're the murderer.
Well, I lured you in and got you.

Now get out of here, kid.

Shh.

You'll find everything on the bed.

What is she gonna find on the bed?

My shirts and suits.
She's my new valet, Magda.

- Oh.
- Presses shirts like a dream.

Do you think she'd do mine
if I was still wearing it?

The telegram's from Carrie.

She's located Jenkins
in a place called Edgerley in Kent

and she wants us to meet her there
as soon as possible.

How long will it take us
to get there?

A couple of hours, unless
I take notice of your navigation,

in which case, some time next week.

Don't be a wise guy, because
when I find who's trying to kill you,

- I'm gonna team up with him.
- Oh. I believe you.

Can I help you?

I'd like to see Lord Sinclair.
Is he here?

Sorry.
They both left about an hour ago.

- Do you know where they went?
- They were in a hurry.

This telegram. Perhaps it was that.

But I never sent this.