All language subtitles for Randall & Hopkirk Deceased s01e19 A Sentimental Journey.eng

Marty. Marty? Is that you?

'You're supposed to wonder
if the light's broken.'

You're beginning
to take me for granted, Jeff.

- You play very childish tricks.
- That's gratitude for you.

- What's gratitude?
- I come to warn you,

naturally I don't want to burst in,
so I do the flickering light bit.

And all I get is unfriendly comments
about my limited repertoire.

OK, OK, I'm sorry.

Is this a pair?

- Warn me? About what?
- Your visitors.

Too late, they've arrived.

- Typical.
- 'I heard that!'

What's it all about? Hey!

Good morning, Mr. Randall.

This is Mr. Sam Seymour.
My name is Hamilton.

- And the advance guard?
- Friends of the family.

Charming.

- What can I do for you?
- You're a private man?

- Right.
- We've a job for you.

- Sorry, I'm tied up.
- Untie yourself.

We pay well. 50 pounds to escort
a courier from Scotland to London.

I'm still tied up.

The courier will be carrying goods to
the value of 10,000 pounds, Mr. Randall.

Deliver the courier to me, then take
the receipt to Hamilton in Glasgow.

- No.
- I've set my mind on you doing this.

Too bad.

All right. 75 pounds...

then you can buy yourself some socks.

I'll knit my own, thank you.
The answer's still no.

Why not?

Well, let's say
it's the company you keep.

Very good.

Well, Mr. Randall?

Well, since you
give me the option...

it's 200 or no deal.

- Typical.
- Thanks.

Ach, I'm coming.

- I'm looking for a Mr. Alexander.
- Aye, that's me.

Come in, Mr. Randall.

- You sure there's no mistake?
- No.

The young fella
from London is here.

Mr. Randall?

- Are you the courier?
- I'm Dandy Garrison.

Shall we go?

Be a dear. Bring my case, would you?

'The train about to leave Platform 6

'is the night sleeper
for London Euston.'

The London Express just left
with Randall and the girl on board.

Take your places for dinner, please!

- Miss Garrison?
- Come in.

Are you ready to eat?

If you think so.

Er, aren't you just a little...
conspicuous?

Shall we go?

- Shall I tell your fortune?
- If it's worth listening to.

- It could be worth listening to.
- So don't let me stop you.

I see a man who's interested in
the good things of life -

women, good food...

fast cars.

You see a man who would be
if he gets the chance to find out.

I see someone
who's going to get that chance.

Almost immediately.

You wouldn't be suggesting
a little arrangement between us,

to walk off with 10,000?

Well?

Miss Garrison, when I'm paid
to do a job, I do my very best.

Too bad.

- What's wrong, Jeff?
- The case you had on your wrist!

- Where is it?
- Oh, I couldn't just drag it around.

- Just a minute! I'm in 14.
- Oh, Mr. Randall.

Since we left Glasgow, has anyone
been near sleepers 14 and 15?

- Yes, a gentleman did ask...
- That high, rugged face?

That's right, sir. Wanted to know
which sleepers you two occupied.

- Do you know his name?
- Sorry, he's not in my car.

Thanks.

I couldn't wait, Jeff.
I hope you don't mind.

I'm beginning to mind quite a bit.

Jeff! I've ordered for you
steak au poivres

and Chateauneuf du Pape, OK?

I didn't want this job
in the first place.

I like it less even now.

I took the fee so...

- The key.
- What now?

- Check the case.
- Honest and conscientious.

Check the case.

- All there?
- As far as I can tell.

Clip it on.

Now, let's get back to the sleepers.

I haven't finished my dinner yet.
And you haven't begun.

I've got no appetite
to eat in a fishbowl.

Fishbowl?

It might be your dress
they can't take their eyes off

but I'm taking no chances, come on.

- Right. Now, let's talk.
- Talk? What about?

About a courier who leaves
10,000 pounds in her sleeping car

while she goes out to eat dinner.

About those two hoods
down the corridor.

Why don't we just go to bed?

Look, I don't know what's happening.

As you said, Mr. Randall,
you're being paid to do a job.

So let's leave it like that,
shall we?

Night-night, Jeff.

Marty?

Marty!

Marty?

I need your help, Marty.

- I thought you called.
- No, no.

- You are jumpy, Jeff.
- I'm OK.

Would it help if I left my door ajar?

Er...

Now, why don't you, um...
get some sleep?

It's getting late.

- You want to be more careful, Jeff.
- Marty!

- You nearly did me a serious injury.
- Injury, you? Anyway, I got you.

- What's it about?
- This job, it's a bad scene.

There's two hoods out there, a girl
playing kooky if not crooked...

And you couldn't handle it alone.

- Right.
- Good. What do you want me to do?

Keep an eye on her
and on the briefcase.

Right.

- She's getting undressed!
- So what?

- Jeannie wouldn't like it.
- Jeannie won't see.

- Unless you tell her.
- They'd put me away. Get back in.

Jeff!
Someone's breaking in next door.

All right!

I'll introduce myself.

- DS Watts, Glasgow police.
- Police! And who's that?

Well, I heard a fight and I thought
I could give you a hand.

But as you're all right, miss...

Bit irregular, but do you mind
if I look in that bag?

Have you got a search warrant?

No, but I'm asking you
and Miss Garrison to be cooperative.

- There.
- And the key?

Thank you.

- Sorry to have troubled you.
- Not at all, Sergeant.

And don't worry about my things,
I'll put them back.

I'll see you're not disturbed again.

Good night.

All right, he's gone.
Now you can explain.

Explain? Explain what?

My job was the safe delivery
of 10,000 pounds to London.

Correction - an item worth 10,000.

Where is it? What's happened?

Can't you guess?

You're looking at it now.

I'm the 10,000 pound-item
you are supposed to deliver safely.

And Jeff...
so far you're doing a wonderful job.

I just don't get it, Marty.
I just don't get it!

I'm being paid 200 quid
to deliver this girl to Sam Seymour,

collect a receipt -
for the girl, presumably -

and take that back to Hamilton.

- What's it all about?
- The white slave business.

- With a girl like Dandy Garrison?
- She'd do very well.

I can't see her
doing anything against her will.

The police are onto it.
I'm being used as a stooge.

- Hand the money back.
- And be done over by Seymour's boys?

- Or Hamilton's.
- Not much to choose between them.

I've got to stay with it, Marty,
I've got to stay with it.

Stick around, will you? I'll need
your help if I wanna stay healthy.

- You sent the car to get them, Tony?
- Yep.

- 8:30, Euston Station.
- Good.

Now, the moment Dandy gets here
we hand over the receipt

and Randall trots back up
to Scotland, OK?

- Seems a shame, Sam.
- It's what we agreed.

- So you won't say anything?
- Nothing to say.

Your job's nearly over.

Just take the receipt to Hamilton
and you're finished.

They should be here
any moment.

Looking forward to seeing her?

Aren't I just?

Jeff, honey,

in spite of your honest face,
I'm beginning to like you.

So don't ask any more questions.

In any case, there's no time
for answers. We're here.

OK. Run along, love.

- Sam!
- Baby!

Let's have a look at you.

- Did they treat you right?
- Marvellous.

- And Randall?
- The perfect gentleman.

- Good! Good boy!
- Now what?

I give you the receipt and you take
it back to Hamilton. Come on, baby.

Your girl's held by Hamilton's mob
in Glasgow. To get her back, you...

Don't try and understand it,
Randall, just do the job.

Carry on the way you're going
and I'll give you other jobs.

- No thanks.
- Why not? I could use an honest man.

And he is honest, Sam.
Amazingly honest.

- You didn't try him out, did you?
- What would I have to gain?

I'm a cautious man. I like
a lot of people but I trust nobody.

- In my business, it's safer.
- What is your business, Mr. Seymour?

You could call me a dealer.

It's lucrative.

I have cars, assistants,
even a private aircraft.

I can see how that could be useful.

Come on, Jeff, don't hang about.
This way!

Come on, Jeff, come on!

- Jeff, jump!
- Down there? You're crazy!

- You've got nothing to break!
- Jeff, they're right behind you!

Jeff, come on! Jump!

Come on, Jeff,
it's your last chance!

Come on, Jeff, jump!

- There he is!
- Run for it. I'll hold them off.

Get in.

You saw Sam Seymour.

I delivered the girl.
That was my job, that's all I know.

Randall, you're up to here,
so be cooperative, huh?

- I just don't know what I'm in.
- We don't know, either,

but when a notorious London gang
deals with Glasgow rivals,

something's happened,
is happening or will happen.

No matter what it is,
the police should know.

I'll go along with that.

You brought back Dandy Garrison.
Then what?

I got this receipt, with orders
to deliver it to Hamilton in Glasgow.

- What do you make of it?
- Nothing.

- Look, Sergeant, tell me what to do.
- You could back out.

I'm gonna live till I'm 80. Can you
afford police protection that long?

Then you better
deliver that receipt to Hamilton.

- Can I drop you somewhere?
- Yeah. Back at my place.

I got some thinking to do.

Who'd have thought it, I ask you?

Lovely girl like Dandy.

Maybe this Randall's behind it.
I never did like bringing him in.

There was no choice, Hamilton would
only play it with a neutral referee.

- Do we tell Hamilton?
- Not yet, he'd send 40 boys here.

We can raise 60.

Maybe, but it'll be faster
to find Randall and Dandy.

- Maybe they're round his apartment?
- He's not fool enough.

We could try.

Yeah, I guess so.

OK, Tony, take Albert with you.

If you find them...

bring Dandy back here.

And Randall?

I'll leave that to your discretion.

It's all right, Jeff,
there's nobody here!

That won't last for long.

Jeff...

- What are you gonna do?
- Take a swift shower.

- I mean about Seymour, Hamilton.
- And Dandy Garrison.

- You think she could help?
- She'll be made to.

- What happened?
- I think Dandy tried a double-cross.

- And it didn't come off?
- Maybe it did.

Maybe Seymour is after me already.

- Jeff, I only wish I could help.
- You can, by finding Dandy Garrison.

In the whole of London?

Well, it shouldn't be difficult
for a ghost.

- She's probably hiding somewhere.
- Well, how does that help?

Dandy's not the kind of girl
to kip down in a dosshouse.

So, how many top class are there
in London? Say, a dozen?

Jeff, I can't spend all afternoon
running round hotels.

- I thought you wanted to help.
- I do but...

I've been hanging around with you
so long I'm getting nervous.

Nervous?

I'm alive. I'd like to stay that way.

- All right, you're on.
- Thanks, Marty.

- Typical.
- 'Thanks, Jeff!'

- Any luck?
- Yeah. The Excelsior, suite 713.

- Our best break yet.
- How about you?

Visitors, up there now. Two of them.

The bed?

It's not here, Albert. Give it up.

Here they come now.

Seymour.

Tony. Nothing at Randall's flat.

Then take a look at his office!

Boss wants you to look at
Randall's office. I'll drop you off.

Let 'em get clear.

We'd better go and see Dandy.
She's the key to this situation.

- Who is it?
- Room service.

Hi.

Jeff, what brings you here?

- We never finished our little talk.
- No, we didn't.

- How did you find me?
- That's my job.

That's nice. After all the legwork
I put in this afternoon.

What's so funny?

I should give some credit
to my partner.

Partner?
I didn't know you had a partner.

Well, he's a sort of, um...
sleeping partner.

I see.

I'll watch the door.

Do that.

- So, what can I do for you?
- Tell me things.

What sort of things, Jeff?

- Why did you double-cross Seymour?
- The usual reason. A bigger cut.

- Of what?
- Oh, poor Jeff.

You really don't understand, do you?

- I'd like to.
- Strong-arm stuff?

No, but you can either tell me
or Sam Seymour.

I'd rather talk to you, Jeff.

Sensible girl.
Now, let's start at the beginning.

Why were you being held in Glasgow?

Held? Who said I was being held?

You were being held
as some kind of a hostage, right?

You're getting warm, Randall.
Too warm.

So the loyal retainer
turns on poor Sam.

Well, let's hope the stakes
were worth it.

Depends on how many ways
they were split. What now?

Now I plan to shower,
make up and dress.

By that time,
you should have persuaded Mr. Randall

to hand over the receipt.

- Say I haven't got the receipt.
- Oh, don't be a bore, Jeff.

Just hand it over.
Tony can be particularly nasty.

That I can believe.
Today Sam Seymour, tomorrow...

Shut up.

Give me the receipt.

I think perhaps I will.

Take it out.

I don't fancy dying for Sam Seymour -
or Hamilton, for that matter.

Hold it!

- Jeff, where did he come from?
- Hands on the head.

- Marty, do something!
- Clever guy.

- You pick it up.
- I'll get it, Jeff.

Pick it up!

She's stripped off again, Jeff.

Right.

It's gone in the bathroom.

Dandy? Grab that receipt!

- Got it?
- Yes, I've got it.

Turn around.

I'm sorry, Jeff,
I couldn't manage it!

Give me Central 3269. Glasgow.

Hamilton? Tony here.

Look, I've got some bad news for you.

Very bad. Randall the private guy's
made off with the receipt.

Looks like you better
get some of your boys down to him.

It's all right, they've gone.

- How long have I been out?
- About ten minutes.

- You've got to get out of here.
- Why? I'm as safe here as anywhere.

No, Tony told Hamilton
you made off with the receipt.

He's told him you might be here.

Oh, no.
Now I've got two mobs after me.

- What are you gonna do?
- Get after Tony and the girl.

- You'll never catch them!
- I will!

They've gotta check out, get the car.

I'd be quicker, Jeff.

Thanks. Stay with them,
let me know what's happening.

- What will you do?
- I'll go and see Sam Seymour,

tell him about Tony and Dandy, then
I'll be shot of the whole business.

It's just a thought - do you think
Seymour will believe you?

Of course he will! He's no mug.

Yes, well,
you know him better than I do.

You can work me over
as much as you like.

It's the truth!

- You sold the receipt to them.
- I didn't even know it had a value.

You expect me to believe that?
Dandy told you the whole set-up.

I still don't know
what the set-up is.

I... I only came here cos I thought
there was a chance...

you'd believe what I said.

You'd be a fool to come here
if it wasn't the truth.

Fool? I'd be out of my mind.

OK, let him go.

Anything else you know?

Hamilton's flying down from Glasgow
with a search-and-destroy outfit.

- I'm the target.
- That's your problem.

You could tell him
I haven't got the receipt.

You were meant to take the receipt to
Scotland, you fell down on the job!

You're in a tough spot, Randall,

unless you can trace Dandy
and her new boyfriend.

We're making good time.

I'd agree
if I knew where we were going.

Little place I know on the coast,

from there we get a boat
to the continent.

You've got it all worked out,
haven't you, honey?

You're pretty free
with my reputation.

You're supposed to be in Glasgow.

No, I got hijacked by Seymour's
second string, Tony and Dandy.

They took the receipt off me.

- It's as important as that, eh?
- It's the whole story.

Dandy was held in Glasgow, guarantee
that Hamilton would get the receipt.

What does that suggest to you?

- Some kind of share-out of loot.
- Mm. Division of the spoils.

We have to figure out how that
receipt becomes Hamilton's share.

It looks straightforward.
Commercial paper, signature, stamp.

Stamp? Oh, no.

Laxton Philately
was robbed last week.

Part of the haul was two
of the world's most valuable stamps,

each worth at least 10,000.

Phew.

I never knew a stamp
could be worth 10,000 pounds.

But it is, honey.
I'll take care of it.

I'm not gonna feel
too kindly towards you

when the Sergeant here has to drop
his charges for lack of evidence.

- What are you doing? Leave it alone.
- Go ahead, Randall.

The charge stands -
conspiracy to rob Laxton Philately.

- You said two stamps.
- The other stamp's on the receipt.

Why would I give something
so valuable to Hamilton?

You cooperated on the job
and agreed to split the profits.

But Hamilton didn't trust you.

To guarantee his share, he insisted
on a hostage - one Dandy Garrison.

And a neutral to effect the exchange.

So you chose Randall.

Between you, you boys
seem to have got it all wrapped up.

I'll send Hamilton up to keep you
company when he gets here, Seymour.

- All you want now's the other stamp?
- That's all.

And you tell me
you can't hear anything?

- No, not a thing.
- You must be deaf.

It's towards the back.
The rear axle, maybe.

Gosh, who knows, Dandy? Forget it.

No. Let's take a look.

We can't afford an accident
at this point.

OK, if it'll make you feel better.

I've sent out an all-stations call
for Tony and Dandy.

- Can I stick around?
- Sure. Might take some time.

- But you will get them?
- It all depends.

They could have
a boat or a plane standing by.

Course, it would help
if we knew where they were heading.

Marty? Marty?

Very good, sir, very good.

She's heading back
on the A282 road to London.

Great. Whereabouts is...

Marty! Marty, are you there?

- Jeff.
- Where've you been?

I can't leave her for long,
I could lose her.

I see. You'd better stick with her.

If she's planning a break,
the police won't get there in time.

Yeah, it's a drag, Marty.

Look, get back there
and whatever you do, keep in touch.

Please keep in touch, right?

Jeff, Jeff!

Don't ask questions,
just phone radio telephone 846247

and let it ring and ring and ring.

Right.

- 846...
- '..247!'

- Ta. Can I use your phone?
- Yeah, sure.

Hello? Radio telephone 846247.

Go on, then, answer it.

Answer it!

Don't just sit there, answer it!

Thank you.
Hello, Jeff, can you hear me?

Yeah, loud and clear.

We're just passing
the Crown and Anchor pub on the A2.

17 miles from London.
And she's a terrible driver.

That shouldn't worry you.

Sergeant Watt? A friend of mine's
picked up Dandy's car.

- Let me talk to him. Hello?
- No!

He's on a radio telephone
in the car following her,

we don't want him to have accidents.

- Where is he now?
- On the A2, 17 miles outside London.

Yeah? OK, got it.
Just turned onto the B212.

They're headed for Longton Airfield.

- Seymour's got a private plane.
- And Dandy Garrison can fly it!

We better get out there quick!

- Don't worry, we'll get 'em.
- Them? It's only the girl.

I forgot to tell you.
Dandy double-crossed the boyfriend,

dropped him on the road somewhere.

It's OK. She's still got the stamp.

That contact of yours has been busy.

Yeah, he's a good ghost.

A good man. A very good shadow.

Well, this is it.
Don't worry, my men will get her.

She's headed for the plane.
Come on, she'll get away!

Marty? Marty! Was that you?

Of course it was me!
We didn't do too badly, did we?

- Well, you did all right.
- That's what I mean.

- He's dead right.
- 'Thanks, Jeff!'

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