All language subtitles for Randall & Hopkirk Deceased s01e22 Its Supposed to be Thicker Than Water.eng

Nineteen pound, nine and five.

Thirty-six, eighteen two.

Which adds up to...

Far too much!

Ole! You called, Jeff?

No, Marty, I didn't.

Since you're here
you can look at those books.

- Are they bad?
- Bad?

Worst month
since we went into business.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Alone.

Mr. Randall?

Yes, that's my name.

Mr. Joshua Crackan
would like a word with you.

Would he?

- He's waiting.
- Well, he can go on waiting.

Mr. Crackan is not accustomed
to being kept waiting.

Why does he want to see me?

It's an opportunity to earn money,
Mr. Randall.

Quite a lot of money.

You're talking to the right man.
Where is your friend Crackan?

Mr. Joshua Crackan is my employer,
sir, not my friend.

He's over there.

Mr. Crackan?

- Is it him?
- It is, sir.

All right, Hodder, he'll do.

50 pounds if you'll deliver
this envelope to my nephew,

- Mr. John Crackan.
- And?

Just deliver it, that's all.

It contains something
to his advantage. Will you do it?

- For 50 pounds?
- For 50 pounds.

You've talked me into it.

Excellent, my address
is on the envelope.

Come for your fee when you've
completed the task. Good night.

Just a minute, this John Crackan,
where do I find him?

I haven't an idea, Mr. Randall.

My nephew escaped from prison
six weeks ago.

He's on the run.

- You're not being very helpful.
- I've got a busy day in front of me.

I'm not stupid, I know the trouble
I'd buy if I shopped Johnny.

- Sure.
- So all that's left is the favour.

Look, Randall,
you're making a lot of noise.

I can't hear the radio.

'9-2, Funker.

'Same price, 9-2...'

I thought any job
would be welcome now!

I've been asked to trace
an escaped convict.

So?

So if the police think I've found
him without telling them

I'll be out of business.

But if you turn down the 50 pounds
and you don't get that...

Then I still go out of business.

Yeah. So I suppose you don't
have much of a choice, really.

Randall and Hopkirk.

- 'Randall?'
- Speaking.

'You were looking for
Johnny Crackan.'

That's right.

Go to the Deptford warehouse,
southern docks.

Ask Harry Dawson about him.

Anyone about?

Who are you?

Randall.

- I'm looking for Harry Dawson.
- Go on.

Are you Dawson?

If I were,
what would you want with me?

Well, if you were...

I'd want you to deliver a message
to Johnny Crackan.

- I wouldn't know how.
- I've heard different.

His Uncle Joshua
wants to contact him.

Uh-huh.

Something to his advantage,
as they say.

OK, mister, I'll take your message.

How do I know
it'll get to Johnny Crackan?

It already has.

40, 45, 50.

- Thank you, Mr. Randall.
- Thank you.

It's the easiest 50 I've earnt
in a very long time.

Mr. Joshua Crackan
is a very generous employer.

You can say that again.
Now I can pay some bills.

Just a moment.

- Did he do it?
- Er, yes, sir.

Excellent.

Come back tomorrow, Mr. Randall,
there'll be some more work for you.

Not bad.

- You want me to go?!
- No!

Not in so many words.

Well, what's worrying you, Jeff?

I'm worried about this kind of life.
It can't go on.

Try and understand,
I've just finished a job - alone,

just like it used to be
in the old days,

following leads, asking questions.

I found Johnny Crackan by myself,
I can still do it!

You do want me to go...
don't you, Jeff?

No. Not forever.

Invited for Christmases
and birthday parties, am I?

- Don't be like that.
- I have helped.

I know you have.

Even saved your life.

Lots of times - if it wasn't for you
I'd be as dead as you are.

On the other hand, you kept putting
me on the spot in the first place.

Well, I don't know where
I'll spend the next hundred years.

You'll think of something.
Go for a cruise - see the world.

- "Go for a cruise"?
- You'll enjoy it, I know you will.

You do understand
what I'm trying to say?

I don't want a ghost haunting me.
I want to lead a normal life.

Yeah. Yeah, I understand, Jeff.

I'll look after Jeannie, I promise.

Goodbye, Jeff.

Marty?

Marty?

'Goodbye, Jeff!'

Marty!

You're quite clear about your duties?

Yeah. I allow in only those
with printed invitations,

patrol the grounds and make sure
we have no unauthorised visitors.

- Good.
- Hodder...?

I still don't know
what it's all about.

Mr. Crackan sees no reason
why you should.

Senor Ramon Burgos y Crackan.

- Crackan?
- Si, Burgos y Crackan.

Fine. Straight up to the house.

- La casa, arriba.
- Ah, si. Gracias, gracias.

De nada.

Marty? Is that you?

You know what I said.
You know what we agreed!

Do you usually
talk to yourself?

Keep doing that and I might start
getting ideas about you.

Er, I was just...
getting something off my chest.

- A sort of therapy, eh?
- Er, right.

Well, we've all got problems.
Mine's money.

- What's yours?
- Money.

So we start off
with something in common.

- With millions of others.
- What's your name?

- Jeff Randall.
- Fay.

- Crackan?
- That's right.

- You got a little white card?
- My invitation.

Excuse me.

- Randall.
- Mr. Randall...

Take a look on the west boundary,

about 100 yards from the lodge.

We have an intruder.

All right, Jeff, you're on your own.

Crackan!

If it isn't our friend
with the invitation.

Why the back gate?
The invitation lets you in the front.

Straight into what?

Some kind of family reunion.
Joshua's your uncle, isn't he?

Uncle?
Never seen him before in my life.

- Well, you going up to the house?
- I'll take a look around first.

Suit yourself.
Hey! Can I have your invitation?

Ta.

You know this old guy,
you work for him. Is he on the level?

He doesn't say much but he pays well.

Good. I'm beginning to get
that old family feeling.

He's dead.

Well, someone's got to ask
the $64,000 question.

Did he fall...

or was he pushed?

I don't mind telling you, Mr. Crackan,
I don't like it.

I see. What you're trying to tell me
is that your professional experience

leads you to consider that this
might not have been an accident.

Grown, sober men
do not walk out of windows.

- Even in strange houses?
- Even in strange houses.

Then let's leave it to the coroner
to decide between an accident...

and something more serious.

Hodder, it's time
for my turn round the gardens.

Yes, sir.

I don't much like him.

But I do like his style.

You come for that little chat?

I'm not exactly weighed down
with information.

- Have you got anything?
- I've met some long-lost relatives.

It seems we were flung
all across the earth.

- All across the world?
- That's about it.

The Reverend Henry Crackan
of Ithaca, New York.

Crackan Sung Lee of the of the
ex-patriot Singapore branch, Chinese.

- And what are you all doing here?
- We're invited to a birthday party.

Joshua's 80 tomorrow.
You can't say he doesn't look it.

It's all this high living.

Let me guess which branch
of show business you're from.

I'll save you the bother.

I do the halls, theatres, clubs -
speciality acts.

- Knife-throwing, telepathy, magic...
- All that?

No, but I assist people who do.

And I thought you were the star
of the Royal Shakespeare Company.

Cousin Johnny Crackan.

- You pulling out?
- I'll be back for the party.

You're not
the drive-in-the-country type.

Only while the cops check the...
accident to our continental cousin.

Whilst you drive around in his car.

It's an ill wind, Randall.

See you at the party.

Marty!

Marty! Come on, I know it's you!

Sorry, Jeff, it slipped.

I don't care,
I wanna know what you're doing here.

- I made myself clear the other day!
- You're being very pig-headed.

- Am I?
- Two people killed? Get out of here.

I plan to, my stint as doorman
finishes in a few hours.

Then I collect my 100 pounds
and that's that.

- So you want me to go?
- We've been through that.

You wanna break up the partnership?

Marty, you're my best friend,
you always will be,

but our partnership was broken
the day you got murdered.

You're not making it any easier.

All right, Jeff, all right.
If that's what you really want.

- I do, Marty, I do.
- All right, if that's...

Thank you.

Well, 80 years.
Happy birthday, Joshua!

Thank you, thank you.

May you have many more, Mr. Crackan.

Uh, yes.

I've waited a long time

to be surrounded by all the surviving
members of the Crackan family.

We're not, of course,
a very close family

but my advertisement
was answered by all of you.

We're very touched that
you went to all this trouble.

It's not, as you might suppose,
a matter of pure sentimentality.

It is, as a matter of fact, a detail
of the entail on the Crackan estate.

The property must pass
to a surviving Crackan.

You are here for me to choose.

Miss Fay, the Reverend Henry

or Mr. Sung Lee.

I just don't believe it!

It's a very... gracious home.

Hodder... We'll take coffee
in the drawing room.

Yes, sir.

Poison?

Ramon, Johnny, now Sung Lee.

After tonight's revelations
it's clear why.

- The estate.
- Sure.

Providing it's not you, that points
the finger at Reverend Henry.

- That's hard to buy.
- I suppose so.

What am I gonna do, Jeff?

I can't make your mind up
for you on this

but if you go, you risk a two to one
chance of inheriting the estate.

But if I stay...

You think this is best thing?

Tell Joshua I'm available
to discuss the inheritance.

- OK. You gonna be all right?
- Why not?

No one else knows I'm staying here.

- Shall I check you in?
- Don't worry. I can manage.

- Good night, Jeff. Thanks.
- Sure.

Come in.

How did you know I was staying here?

After the happenings
at Crackan Manor,

I didn't think
you'd be prepared to stay there.

So you followed me here?

In a manner of speaking.
I'm staying here myself.

As a matter of fact,
I have the room next door.

I see.

Well, if you don't mind,
I've had a hard day.

I mean, I'd better get some sleep.

Yes, of course.

Look, do I have to spell it out?

I want you to go.

After all, as I understand it,
we appear to be rivals.

Well... we've nothing to talk about.

Yes? Mr. Randall?

Downstairs?

Send him right up - now.

It's Mr. Randall.
It seems I left something in his car.

Then perhaps we should have
our discussion later, Miss Fay.

- Jeff, is that you?
- Shall I leave the bag here?

No!

Oh!

- I've had welcomes but...
- Listen... It's him, I'm certain.

- Him?
- The Reverend Henry, he was in here!

- What?
- Claims to be staying next door.

- Sinister, I tell you.
- Let's start at the beginning.

You think he's responsible
for the deaths?

I'm the next and the last.
Then Crackan Manor must be his.

It's hard to believe.

- Go and see him. Face him with it!
- Fay, be reasonable.

I am! Either I'm the murderer
or that phony minister is.

Phony?

How many ministers
murder their flock?

All right, but I'm not
coming straight out with it.

- Come straight back.
- Sure.

- You will come straight back?
- Promise.

It was a sad thing
about the Reverend Henry.

It was you who discovered the body,
I understand?

To the intense interest
of the local CID, yes.

Yes, I know. And our catalogue
of misfortunes doesn't end there.

Miss Fay has disappeared,
I understand.

- Are you surprised?
- No, perhaps not

but I shall need your help again,
Mr. Randall.

- My help?
- To find her.

To tell her
that Crackan Manor is hers

if she cares to come back again.

Do you think she will?

Perhaps not but I think
I owe it to her to make the effort.

Will you trace her for me?

I think you've found the recompense
satisfactory so far.

I don't want the money, Mr. Crackan,
but I'll try and find her.

To tell her
that the estate goes to her.

The estate goes to her, Mr. Randall,
if she comes back.

Yeah, well, thanks anyway.

Good heavens!
Here, I'll take some of those.

- Any luck?
- No, none at all.

I phoned all the theatrical agents,
no Fay Crackan.

- She probably uses a stage name.
- Probably.

What are those?

The local press of England, Ireland,
Scotland and Wales.

Whatever for?

Local press covers
local entertainments.

If you're lucky you get a photograph.

So we have to wade through
all that lot?

Well, there's no other way.

Oh, isn't there?

I didn't hear anything.

Yeah.

For my last feat,
my famous Indian scarf trick.

Very good indeed, George.

If only you had a boy who could
climb up it at the end it'd be great.

Thank you very much for coming,
I enjoyed it very much indeed.

Now, what's next? Oh, Mesmero?

Mesmero? Wonderful to see you,
thanks for coming.

Just walk the act through for now
and I'll get the feel of it.

Give us an idea of the length,
we can tighten up as we go.

It doesn't matter
if you make mistakes...

What makes you think
she started working straightaway?

- She was broke.
- She told you that?

We had it in common.

Someone must have left
that door open again.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, it's a freak.

Jeff, look!
It's on the very top newspaper!

"Assisted by Fay
at the New Hampstead Theatre."

That could be the one.
It's worth a visit.

Isn't it amazing
the wind should open it there?

Yeah.

Amazing.

Very good indeed, darling.
Very good indeed.

Very good, hm?

You know, with a routine like that
you just can't fail.

Oh...

- Oh. Press?
- Er, uh-uh.

I'm a friend of Fay Crackan's.
I wanted a word with her.

Fay? I don't think she's rehearsing,
go along to the dressing rooms.

Thanks, I will.

OK, what's next?

- Jeff!
- May I come in?

- What is it? What's the matter?
- Well...

What are you doing here?

I've come to ask you
to go back to Crackan Manor.

- For someone to slit my throat?
- The estate is yours.

A lot of good that would do me, eh?
Who sent you?

Joshua asked me to trace you
and I agreed.

Why? What's in it for you?

Nothing!

I thought you ought to know
that the estate is yours.

- If I go back there.
- Right.

I'm not that much of a fool. Someone
is killing for his own purpose,

not to get the inheritance from me -
and I'm next on the list!

- So you won't come back?
- Why should I?

I don't trust old Joshua,
I don't trust Hodder,

and I don't trust you.

- So the answer's no?
- Absolutely.

She doesn't trust anyone here,
especially me,

and she won't risk her life
for the Crackan estate.

If I may observe, sir,

that seems a slightly melodramatic
way of putting it.

After four killings, all Crackans,
in a few days?

In view of the fact that Miss Fay
loses the manor

if she does not return.

I never thought of that before.

Why should she come back?

According to the terms, she gets
the estate after your death anyway...

as the only living Crackan.

Yes, you're quite right, Mr. Randall.

- So you wanted her here to...
- Without malice.

It was the only way.

The only way to ensure that
the property came to dear Hodder.

Hodder?!

You don't understand, Mr. Randall.

I couldn't possibly let it go
to one of these foreigners

or an escaped convict
or a public performer.

It had to be someone
who knew the house and loved it.

I think I'll let the police
sort this one out.

You're not going, are you,
Mr. Randall?

You've been so helpful so far.

I'll say. Practically an accomplice.

But we need one more thing from you.

Where can we find Miss Fay?

That's where
you're going to be unlucky.

But we're prepared to persevere
with the question.

You're wasting your time. I won't
tell you and you won't find her.

You succeeded.

I'm a professional
with an organisation.

"Organisation"! We know
your organisation, Mr. Randall.

One girl in a seedy office in London.

Yes, the girl.

- Oh.
- Good day to you.

- Good day, won't you come in?
- Thank you.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, possibly, Miss...?

Hopkirk. Mrs. Hopkirk.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

- Oh, please.
- Thank you.

- Well?
- Well...

I was wondering if you could
give me some information.

Marty!

Marty?! Where are you?

No, you're right.

No, why should you come back
after what I said to you?

Marty! Marty, you're back!

It's all right, Jeff, it's all right.

You don't have to grovel,
you can get up.

I'm sorry, Marty. Really I am.
What can I say?

It's all right, Jeff,
I've decided to come back.

Thanks, Marty. Thanks a lot. We're
wasting time - Hodder and Joshua...

I know, I've been around.

Well, you know Hodder's
gone to see Jeannie?

Eh? I missed that.

Somehow you've got
to stop her talking.

Normally Mr. Randall's business
is highly confidential.

- Jeannie, don't say anything!
- But from what you tell me I...

Well, I can see no harm in telling
you he has traced Miss Crackan.

I'm sure there can be no harm,
Mrs. Hopkirk.

Fay opens at the
New Hampstead Theatre next week.

Thank you.

- You made it, then?
- I made it all right. Too late!

- What do we do now?
- We're only human, Jeff.

Still, please.

The power of thought.

The reserves
of electrical energy in all of us

can be released
only in exceptional circumstances.

By meditation, cataleptic trance
or deep hypnosis.

Now listen. Listen carefully, Fay.

I want you
to concentrate your efforts.

Concentrate and rise up.

Up. Up!

Concentrate!

Lift!

Up! Good!

Now stop!

That's incredible! It's fantastic!

Take the couch away.

Relax, stay...

till I return.

- Well, you like the act?
- Oh, fantastic, fantastic!

- Are you gonna leave her like that?
- Why not? It's comfortable.

She's slimming,
she wants to miss lunch.

Can you explain it?

Hypnosis is
a level of human prehension.

It enables the subject - and Fay
is the best subject I've ever had -

to rise above pain, gravity -

all the normal, natural limitations
of life as we know it.

Like at seances - that kind of thing?

Indeed, yes. Now, lunch?

Sure, but I'd be
a lot happier if, well,

maybe you could just let her down?

I'll get the couch.

Now, concentrate.

Concentrate, Fay.

Gently... down.

OK, let's go.

Fay, if what he said was true
you must be able to hear me. Now...

Fay! Can you hear me?

'Fay, can you hear me?!'

Somebody is gonna try and kill you
but you won't feel a thing!

Listen, Fay, are you all right?

Can you hear me, Fay?
Fay, you've got to hear me!

Yes.

Great. Listen, Fay,
this is what I want you to do.

Ow!

- We'll direct it as I saw it, OK?
- Fine, fine.

- You won't forget Fay, will you?
- As if I'd do that.

Fay, if you can hear me,
now I want you to wake up.

Wake up.

- Nothing wrong, is there?
- Fay? Wake up.

Fay, you can hear me - wake up!

I don't understand this.
She should behave normally.

Well... well, do something!

Fay? Fay?

Listen, Fay. Come on.

Fay, wake up!

- What's happening?
- I don't know.

It's never happened before.

- Police.
- Police? Mesmero, what is this?

- I'm doing the best can.
- Police?

Send a car to Crackan Manor.

Arrest Joshua and Hodder for the
murders and release Jeff Randall.

- What's the matter with you all?
- With us?

You take it, Hodder.

Well, Mr. Randall,

nobody now remains
to prevent Hodder inheriting.

You've...?

- No!
- What?

- Fay's OK.
- That's a relief.

- You're pleased?
- I'm delighted.

You're a very strange man,
Mr. Randall.

Police!

Get me out of here, Hodder!

Stay where you are!

- Ole!
- Ta!

- Hodder, old boy, are you all right?
- What kept you?! They're all yours!

I went to Eton, you know! I shall
report you to the Chief Constable!

- Well, that's that.
- Goodbye, Jeff.

Marty!

Marty?!

I should never have said it.

That's better.
Now I know you mean it.

- Randall and Hopkirk?
- Hopkirk and Randall.

Now, don't get too ambitious, Marty.

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