All language subtitles for Randall & Hopkirk Deceased s01e15 The Man From Nowhere.eng

Jeannie.
Jeannie, are you there?

Jeannie!

What are you doing?

Who are you? How did you get in here?
Who are you?

You still leave the key
on the ledge outside, Jeannie.

You better get out of here
or I shall call the police.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Old habits die hard, don't they?

What are you talking about?

Well, at home with the newspaper.

A drink. Taking it easy.

Home?

You sound as if you own the place.

Well, don't I?

Look... I think you'd better leave.
Right now. Right now.

- Go? But I've just come back.
- Come back?

Yes, you're right, Jeannie...

I owe you an explanation.

- Away all this time without a word.
- Away? Where?

Look, I've never
even seen you before.

Of course you haven't.

Not in this body.

What on earth are you talking about?

Who are you?

It'll just take
a bit of getting used to.

- You know who I am.
- I do not know who you are.

- Course you do, it's Marty.
- Marty?

Marty who?

Marty... Your husband, of course.

Marty Hopkirk.

Yeah, Randall. Jeannie!

Can you come over
as quickly as possible?

What? Marty?

- That's who he says he is.
- 'Of all the lousy tricks.'

Listen, love. I'll be right over.

Please be as quick as you can.

He's just gone for some champagne
to celebrate our reunion.

Two glasses.
You know, the fluted ones I like.

I phoned someone while you were out.

Not old Jeff?

It is Jeff, isn't it?
Is he coming over?

I-I... just suggest
you'd better not be here.

When Jeff comes? Don't be silly.
I was just going to call him myself.

Jeff!

Jeannie,
you said something was wrong.

Wrong, it's me, Jeff. Marty!
This calls for some champagne.

Wait a minute. What's happening?

- I told you on the phone, Jeff.
- Who are you?

Look, I know it sounds
unconventional,

but it's the way it is. I'm back.

You expect us to fall for that?

What do you want? Ask me
any question you like about us.

- Come on.
- Come on?

No, please.

Please. I know I was hysterical
on the phone,

but not that, please. No.

Look, will someone please tell me
what's going on?

I know it's tough to accept, but...

- He's not taken you in, has he?
- No.

I don't know.

Jean, look...

I mean, where's he come from?
All right,

let's suppose he's Marty Hopkirk,
but who was he before?

Well?

Well, it's... It's strange.

I don't know.

The first thing I remember,
since I died, that is,

is about a week ago.

It was a burning car. A pub sign.

Duke of Cumberland.
Just outside Oxford.

I don't know
why I'm listening to this.

- D'you remember?
- You're leaving now.

Of course I am.

I wouldn't stay. Not until Jeannie's
satisfied that it's really me.

Better change the lock.

Oh, no need for that.

Just, don't leave the key
on the ledge outside.

I'll call you first thing
in the morning.

Let's go then, Jeff.

- Night, Jeannie.
- Night.

- Look, I'll sort this out.
- OK, Jeff. Thank you.

- Bye.
- Night.

You know, it's good to be home,

even if I do have to leave
for a while.

Don't worry, Jeff.
It'll be all right.

You want to bet?

- Very strange.
- Bizarre.

- But we'd better stay with him.
- Absolutely.

Especially while he displays
such an attraction to the lady.

I suppose there'd be no point in...

No, not really. Best to leave it
to our frontrunner.

Where d'you wanna go?

I don't want to take you
out of your way.

It's no problem. Just get in the car.

All right.

Hold it.

- What was that for?!
- Just for the record.

- Comfortable, my dear fellow?
- Yes, rather.

- Griggs.
- Yes, sir?

- Follow that car.
- Sir.

- So where d'you wanna go?
- Um, I'm in a small hotel, Jeff,

just back of your apartment.

Unless you've moved.

Marty?

Marty?

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?

Young Marty Hopkirk.

I thought vanity would get you here.

Don't you believe it.
I was gonna call on you anyway.

- What's with the lighting?
- I'm printing a picture.

- This one.
- For a new case?

- You could call it that.
- Well?

- Prepare yourself for a shock.
- Oh?

This fella's going about saying
he's you, in someone else's body.

Oh, is he? That's nice for him.

You're not serious, are you?

But where will that get him?
As long as he doesn't bother Jeannie.

Jeff? He hasn't seen her?

She didn't believe him?

But this is ridiculous!

- What's his name?
- Marty Hopkirk.

That rings a bell.
All this was tonight?

- Yeah. He went to see Jeannie...
- Why didn't you hit him?

- It's all right. She's alone.
- Of course she's alone.

I saw him off the premises.

The thing that bothers me is,
what's his game?

Jeannie's very attractive.
He's just a layabout trying it on.

There's more to it than that.

- More?
- Something, something.

- There must be. You got any ideas?
- No, I haven't.

- He's supposed to look like me.
- Yeah.

- Talks like me?
- So-so.

- Knows a lot about me.
- Plenty.

- But... It's funny.
- What?

Every time I look at this photograph,

I get the feeling
I've seen him somewhere before.

- Is that the place?
- Yeah. The Duke of Cumberland.

That sign is the last thing
he claims to remember

- before he became you.
- That's quite a coincidence.

Have you been here before?

Jeannie and I toured the Cotswolds
on our honeymoon, remember?

We stayed there
the first night we were married.

Uh-huh?
I don't pretend to understand,

but he said something
about a burning car.

- The last thing he remembered?
- Yeah.

I can check it out.

Anyone home?

- Good morning. Are you open?
- Only just, sir. What'll it be?

Pint of bitter, please.
What about you?

Oh, I'll have a half. Thank you, sir.

- Nice part of the country, this.
- So they tell me.

- Thank you.
- Business, is it?

Yes. Insurance.
Car insurance.

- I hear you had a nasty smash here.
- A write-off.

And the driver was...?

Outright.

I dragged him clear,
in fact.

The whole thing went up in flames.

It was too late.

Could you identify him?

Yes. That's him all right.

Are you certain?

It's not the sort of thing
you forget.

That was him all right

and he was dead.

- What do you make of it?
- I don't know.

The whole thing's ridiculous.

He doesn't even
take a good photograph.

But the landlord said he was dead.

But you saw him walking about.

- I can see you.
- But he wasn't a ghost.

- We've gotta be serious about this.
- I am being serious.

I mean, when Jeannie finds out
about his accident, his death,

she'll do some hard thinking.

She'll think he's on the level,

- that it's me within a spare body?
- Yeah.

I don't know what's going on

but it must be big.

If this Marty Hopkirk
can convince Jean,

he's gonna clean up... something.

- But what can he be after?
- I don't know.

Where is Jeannie anyway?

You think I don't know
why you suggested

spending the day here
at Woburn Abbey?

- Do you know?
- Sure. It's a great place.

To Marty it was more
than just a great place.

Yes, of course it is. I've always
been fascinated by Woburn.

It's my favourite stately home.

Apart from that,
he also knew a great deal about it.

Oh, so I'm on a test.
Right, fire away.

I'll show you the Canaletto room.

It's first right
at the top of the stairs.

Right.

Yeah, it's up there.

- How was that? Did I pass?
- Oh, ten out of ten.

Good. Come on,
I'll take you on the tour.

Here.

- They've gone.
- I think we'll join the tour.

D'you think we'll see the Duke?

That's the camellia house.

- What's that?
- What?

Oh, that used to be the greenhouse.

It's now the sculpture gallery.

The fifth duke commissioned
Henry Holland and d'you know,

the fifth duke died at the age of 37
after a strenuous game of tennis.

All right. I give in.

So you believe me?

Oh, yes. I believe you know
a great deal about Woburn Abbey.

But you still don't think I'm Marty.

Look, let's just leave it a while.

OK. Come on, I'll buy you some lunch.

Oh, all right. Where?

Where else? Our favourite spot
in this neck of the woods.

Dunstable - the Chop House.

Come on.

D'you think he's asked
the crucial question yet?

No, still softening up,
I should think.

We could face him. After all, we do
have an equal share in the project.

Yes, face him.
Sheldon has decided it for us.

Obviously he intended to go
double-cross. Why shouldn't we?

- What are you doing here?
- Waiting for you.

That's obvious. How did you get in?

- You gave me a key months ago.
- That was for emergencies.

- What d'you think this is?
- I don't consider it an emergency.

I've got to talk to you.

Well, you'll have to shout
through the bathroom door.

- I'm being picked up in 15 minutes.
- By this Marty character.

- Mmm.
- Listen, this is for your own good.

It always is.

You don't imagine this fellow's
interested in you, do you?

- Well, do you?
- It's not impossible.

- Is it?
- I suppose not.

I don't know what
this young pretender's up to

but he's certainly
not interested in you.

Well, at least he is young.

- Stay away from him, Jeannie!
- I don't see why I should.

Don't say you've fallen for him.

You think I'm being taken
for a fool, don't you?

Yes.

Look, I don't know what I believe,
but one thing I do know...

- What's that?
- I'm going to find out.

For myself.

- Jeff.
- What?

Hang on.

- Look at those two.
- What about 'em?

They're working late, aren't they?

- It's part of the export drive.
- Jeff.

They could be
watching Jeannie's apartment.

You're imagining things.

Hang on. Look.

He's carrying a bunch of flowers.

- He's got some red roses.
- For memory?

Go on, then. Put it in there.

Left hand down a bit,
right hand... Bit more. Get nearer.

You're doing all right.

Pull it in a bit.
You're all right there.

They've kidnapped him.

And they've done it with flowers.

Jeff, follow the truck.
Follow it, come on!

We do hope you won't
try anything spectacular

before we've had our little talk.

- Spectacular?
- Like an escape.

Griggs wouldn't like it.

- I don't want to upset Griggs.
- We didn't think you would.

- It's the late Mr. Hopkirk's partner.
- Yes. Mr. Randall.

D'you think we ought to help Griggs?

Do you think he needs it?

Jeff, look out!

- I suppose we could leave him here.
- I don't see why not.

- Randall's not our problem.
- True.

Our immediate concern is to find
our vanished frontrunner.

- Thank you for a lovely evening.
- The name's Marty.

- This is a super car.
- Yeah.

It isn't like the old jalopy
I used to drive.

BAP 245 B.

How could you possibly know that?

Jeannie, some time you're gonna have
to open your eyes, face the facts.

I forgot! Here. Something for you.

- They're a bit battered.
- They were lovely.

- Jean.
- Mm?

I think it's time we sorted out
our problem, don't you?

- Yes, but I don't quite know how.
- I've got an idea.

- Say we take a trip together.
- A trip?

Yeah. To the Cotswolds maybe.

- But that's where Marty and I...
- Yeah, maybe we could have lunch

at the Duke of Cumberland.

Remember?

- Will you do it?
- I don't know.

Will you think about it?

I don't really need to.

Yes, I'd love to.

- I don't know.
- Everything all right?

Just about. He brought Jeannie back
just after midnight.

He dropped her off a block away,

presumably to keep clear
of his friends -

the fat one, the thin one
and the chauffeur.

So she's back at her place?

Tucked up in bed.

I can't think
why Jeannie's seeing him.

I told you what she said.
To find out for herself.

As long as she doesn't
end up believing him.

What do we do now?

As before.
Try and work out what's going on.

And we've got
these three gentlemen to account for.

If only I could work out why this
Marty character seems so familiar.

That's the clue
to the whole thing. You.

D'you think so?

I'm certain - your connection with
this Marty fellow, whatever that is.

Why don't you pop off somewhere
and think about it?

Where do I start?

Morning, Randall.

Sit.

- Me or the dog?
- Both of you.

Woof.

All right, gentlemen.

- We've come to apologise.
- For last night.

We trust we did you
no permanent harm.

It'll probably come out
in my grandchildren.

And what can I do for you?

We shouldn't just
have left you last night.

Your collective conscience
is playing you up?

No, no. We didn't realise

your intrepid, self-sacrificial
rescue attempt...

- And after we left you.
- meant you were in it together.

Together?

Mmm. He'd have to use you, or an
old friend of the late Mr. Hopkirk's,

- to acquire his knowledge.
- Quite.

So, you and Sheldon
were in it together.

QED.

Sheldon.

Augustus John Sheldon.

- Wasn't that the last name he used?
- That's right, sir.

As I was saying,
you were accomplices, right?

Why not? There's plenty in it for me.

27 choice items
of the best Georgian silver.

My dear boy, there's plenty
in it for everybody.

But Sheldon was inordinately greedy.

I suggested a split.
Five ways, not counting the dog.

- Counting the dog.
- But he wouldn't.

- He wanted the lion's share.
- Something like that.

- Does he know yet?
- Does he know where it's buried?

- Exactly, I mean.
- No, he doesn't.

So, we're back at first base.
A wood in Oxfordshire.

A disagreeably wooded county.

He could be lying, sir.

Perhaps we should let Rex find out.

You've got a pretty
neurotic dog there.

You won't get any more out of me.
I'll go along with a five-way split.

All right, Rex, you're in. Six.

What d'you think?

I think our last night's
instincts were the best.

- Straight to the source.
- Young Sheldon.

This one has nothing to offer,
at least at the moment.

See that Mr. Randall
stays to enjoy his breakfast.

Well, absolutely nothing here.

Not one tiny clue.

- Sheldon must be making his move.
- To a wood somewhere in Oxfordshire.

It would appear
his explanation was true.

- After burying the spoils...
- A car accident.

- Concussion.
- Amnesia.

Which completely obliterated
the memory of the exact spot.

Now only Mrs. Hopkirk knows where.

- Had your breakfast?
- Eh?

Oh. Hello, who's your friend?

It's all right, Rex.
He won't hurt you.

- What happened?
- They've been.

- Who?
- The Three Musketeers.

Left Rex to guard me
and went to see Sheldon.

- Who's Sheldon?
- Marty's real name.

I've got to get past that dog.

Get past him? It's easy.

Watch this.

- What's his name again?
- Rex.

Rex? Right.

Now, listen, Rex. Come on,
you're very tired, Rex.

Very tired.
You've had a hard morning, Rex.

I want you to do something for me.
You're very tired.

You've had
an exhausting morning, Rex.

You're very, very sleepy. Come on.

I want you to yawn, Rex.
Come on, sleep, Rex. Sleep.

Lie down, Rex.

Sleep. Sleep.

Away you go, Rex. Go on.

Bye-bye. Sleepy-byes, Rex.

Away you go.

- What you done to it?
- Autosuggestion.

Young Rex is dreaming
about green fields, bunny rabbits

and lady greyhounds.

I hope you're right.
He hasn't had his breakfast.

- Go on, take a look.
- Right.

You'd better take a look yourself.

What a mess. Look at it!

Ah, Jeannie's kept all my letters.

Yeah.
They've been through every word.

Don't you read them!

At least it means
they haven't got Jeannie and Sheldon.

They must have gone away together!

- Her suitcases have gone!
- They must have gone away.

What's she thinking of?
Going away with...

Now, listen! Suppose he's still
playing Marty Hopkirk,

where would you have taken her?

I could have taken her anywhere!

Stop being so stupidly possessive
and think. It's important.

- Where would I have taken her?
- Right.

Well,
we'd go hill walking in Scotland.

- This time of year?
- Yeah, Jeannie hated it.

- Come on, Marty!
- Jeff, the honeymoon hotel!

- Where?
- In the Cotswolds.

- The name.
- The Duke of Cumberland!

That's where that fella
said he was killed.

- Admirable watchdog, Griggs.
- I don't understand it, sir.

First we lose Sheldon,
now we've lost Randall.

No sign of our only other lead,
Mrs. Hopkirk.

- Randall must have gone somewhere.
- An illuminating thought, Griggs.

Suppose he went back
to Mrs. Hopkirk's,

we might pick up
the trail from there.

That's Mr. Randall's car.

Georgian silver.
That's what it's all about.

Yeah. I reckon
about 50 grand's worth.

- And very easy to get rid of.
- Right.

What's all this
about a wood in Oxfordshire?

I don't know.
Let's start at the beginning.

There's a robbery, right,
Sheldon and the others.

He hides it somewhere
they don't know about,

in a wood in Oxfordshire.

Like the fat man said,
a disagreeably woody county.

So, why doesn't Sheldon
just go back quietly and dig it up?

What's Jeannie got to do with it?

You and she both are supposed to know
about it. Think, Marty, think!

What would I be doing
in a wood in Oxfordshire?

D'you remember the first time
we came along here, Jeannie?

I could hardly forget.

Do you really remember?

No, not everything. My memory's
as imperfect as the next man's.

For instance, do you remember
the crash we had on the way?

Crash? It was hardly
more than a slight bump.

It can't have been far from here
but I can't remember where exactly.

Don't you remember
making me stay in the car?

Yes, and I remember how angry
the other driver was.

- I never saw him.
- Where was it?

I remember there was thick wood
on either side of the road,

sort of like this...

It was about a mile from here,

where the road bends
at the crossroads.

So it was, Jeannie.

So it was.

If you could
just get the small one, Jeannie.

Why, Mr. Sheldon.

Quiet, you've never
set eyes on me before. Don't worry.

- I'll see you all right.
- I had no complaints last time, sir.

Right. Well, first things first,
what'll it be?

If that's the case, I think I'd like
to go up to my room and freshen up.

Of course, come on.

- Got a nice room for Mrs. Hopkirk?
- Certainly, sir. Facing front.

They say Anne Boleyn
once slept there.

- Oh?
- It didn't do her a lot of good.

I'll take a look at my room later.
After some refreshment.

Mrs. Cox, show this lady
to number three, will you?

- Yes, sir.
- I'll see you soon.

Go through, Mrs. Hopkirk.
Mrs. Cox will show you to your room.

Right, thanks very much.

- What'll it be?
- A fiver to keep quiet.

- Make it ten.
- OK.

And I'll have a large whisky
on the house.

You drive a hard bargain.

And er... throw in
a good, strong shovel as well.

And when she comes down, not a word.
You didn't even know I'd gone.

Right.

Hello, there, sir. Back on business?

Yeah. Have you had
any carriage trade today?

Bentleys?

I don't see all the cars, of course,
but I don't think so.

Jeff?

Jeannie!

I was right, Jeff.

Are you here
with this Marty character?

- Yes.
- Jeannie!

Oh, Jeff, not the way you think.

I wanted to find out
what it was all about.

I'm surprised at you, Jeannie.

I should throw you through
your sixteenth-century windows.

Jeff, what are you doing?

He doesn't look as though
he's seen a ghost, does he?

- Ghost?
- The ghost of Marty Hopkirk.

I don't understand.

He claims he dragged him dead
from a blazing car.

But Marty walked in today
and he didn't even bat an eyelid.

- Hit him.
- You mean he's in it, too?

Certainly.

Jeannie, this whole mob are looking
for some piece of woodland.

The place where we had that
slight accident on our honeymoon?

That must be it.

That's funny, because he talked
about that on the way down.

- That Marty?
- Yes, at Chilford crossroads.

There was an accident.

It was the other driver's fault.
He banged his head on the windscreen.

He wouldn't stop. He drove off again.
I was doing...

- Jean, I must get over there.
- I can show you the way.

Just direct me,
there might be trouble.

- But I want...
- Jeannie, do as you're told.

You've caused enough trouble.

This accident - the guy hit
these wet leaves, skidded across.

I did a fantastic bit
of driving to get out the way.

Keep the change, taverner.
Buy yourself something.

Thank you, sir.

I'll have a half a bitter, sir.

D'you get many visitors
at this time of year?

Not really, sir. The odd one or two.

Nobody recently arrived
in a rather fine Bentley?

You gentlemen don't look as though
you'd miss a pound or two.

A Mr. Sheldon?

- Mmm.
- Where is he?

It'll cost you twenty.

We wouldn't dream of paying less
to a man of your evident integrity.

I'm not a man of violence, Randall.

I'm glad to hear it.

Unless pushed.

And now you're pushed.

We could still make a deal.

No deal.

Watch him, Jeff.

Jeff, hit him!
He's smaller than you.

Get him down.

Watch him. Go on, throw him. Great!

Hit him!

Come on, put him down.

He's staggering about, come on.
Hit him.

Great. Great!

About time.

Well done, Jeff. Serves you right.

Hello, here's the second team.

Set the dog on him, Griggs.

I'll handle the dog if you can
manage the other three. OK?

Oh, yeah.

Rex, will you stop
messing about? Down.

Down, Rex. That's it. Go to sleep.

Rex, you're very sleepy. Go to sleep.

Sleep.

I told you, Griggs.
He's lost his aggression.

- Shut up. Rex!
- Now, up to you, Mr. Randall.

No deal?

No deal.

- Right men, spread out.
- It's over here somewhere.

Well, I suppose that's that.

All this for nothing.

You should've made that deal.

I'll be satisfied
with the reward money.

- Reward?
- Mmm.

This is part of the Worthing
silver collection.

- How d'you know that?
- It's written on the bottom.

These three conned Lady Worthing

with some story
about a miracle silver polish.

One application of our polish, madam,

and all your silver worries
will be gone.

It was a claim
we did our best to live up to.

I bet you did.

But why did Sheldon...?

Why didn't he just come to me
and ask where Marty had crashed?

I don't know.

Once a con man, always a con man.

No wonder he looked familiar.
He was the other driver.

He must have just buried the stuff.

- What about...?
- He's no bother.

You called, O Master?

Rex, how many times have I told you?
Behave yourself.

Sleep. Go to sleep. Behave yourself.

Now, listen. You and I have got
to have an understanding.

When I say go to sleep,
I mean go to sleep, Rex.

Come along... Jeannie.

Away you go.
Bunny rabbits, Rex. Bunny rabbits!

Lots of meat.
No people to chase, Rex.

Sleeeeep.

Sleep, Rex.

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