All language subtitles for The Protectors - S02E07 - Goodbye George

Goodbye, George.

Martin, your son's
letters sound cheerful enough.

There's been a change in him.

Don't ask me to pin it down.

Father's intuition, maybe. But
those letters don't ring true.

He's covering something.

Such as?

I'm not sure.

You notice he doesn't mention George?

Yes, that is odd.

His earlier letters are full of him.
George and I did this, George and I did that.

Made him a kind of a hero figure.

Yeah, George Millworth.

I have to admit, I never trusted him.

Oh, Casper brought him home last year.

I didn't take to him.

Well, Mr. Parton, if I'm going
to go chasing off to Venice,

I shall need something
more concrete than that.

Well, my son Caspar
turned his back on the family

business and went off to Italy to paint.

I don't begrudge him that. I'm proud of
him, in fact. He's making his own way.

But he also turned his back on
the money his mother left him.

A considerable amount of
money, close to $3 million. Now,

that money's been in the bank,

and Casper's hardly touched
it until three months ago.

Since then, and don't ask me how I got
hold of these figures, $40,000, $28,000.

30,000. Now, I may just be a
suspicious old man, but to me,

this means just one thing.

Blackmail?

My son is in trouble of some kind.

I'd be very grateful if you
could find out exactly what it is.

Who is it?

The Contessa di Quintini.

Who?

You don't know me. Now open up, dear
boy. I feel it. I definitely feel it.

Palette.

The air positively tingles with it.

Look, I... Not only do
I feel it, I see it.

Flare, colour sense. So basic immaturity
at the moment, but maturity will come.

Yes, it will come. Is this for sale?

No, sorry.

Then what is?

Nothing.

Oh, you are successful, aren't you?

And making lots of lovely money.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm busy at the moment.

Busy?

Thinking.

Yes, of course.

Well, I shall call again, dear boy.

Perhaps we shall be able to
arrange an exhibition for you. You know,

I'm always prepared to
back genuine talent.

That's very kind of you,
but I'm... You're busy.

Yes.

Yes, you say.

Oh, by the way, how's George?

George?

George Millworth. It was
he who told me about you.

You know him?

Oh, we met fleetingly at a party
recently. I can't think where.

You haven't answered
my question. How is he?

Uh, George hasn't been
around in a long while.

Oh.

Ciao for now, then.

I tell you, that's what she said.
She met George at a party recently.

Well, how could she?

The money, yeah, I'll get the money.

I'll get it, I told you.

Usual place.

You wish to check it
with me, Signor Patton?

No, just give me an envelope.

Of course, Signor.

Good afternoon, senora.

And how much money can
I squeeze out of you?

Forgive me.

But you are obviously a
woman of wealth and quality.

I receive many such people,

enjoying so many good
things of life and trying

to solve their
consciences by giving freely.

Giving?

To the many good causes
we endeavor to assist.

You wish to contribute?

Well, yes, I thought
perhaps a token amount.

Certainly not as much as Caspar Parton.

He does give you donations, doesn't he?

A very generous man, Signor Parton.

He gives so freely that I think he
must have a very bad conscience indeed.

You were right and you were careless.

The woman you spoke of, she followed you.

Yes, just left.

No, I shall take care of it. I know a
man who specializes in such things.

It has to be this way.

After all, we don't want anyone to
know what happened to George, do we?

Ladies don't take an automatic to bed.

These are emancipated times. Back up.

All right.

I like you. You've got style.

Take that gun from underneath your
jacket and place it on the floor.

Butt first.

Barney Mailer, run a small detective
agency. Oh, I have got credentials.

With your left hand, if you don't mind.

Right.

Well, why on earth didn't you just knock?

I've got a strong sense of the dramatic.

Besides, I was figuring on searching
your luggage to find out who you are.

Why?

I'm working for an insurance agency.
We're looking for George Millworth.

Why?

Because he's a thief.

He forged some
securities covered by my clients.

I've been following you ever
since you contacted Casper Parton.

Why?

Well, this Millworth and he used to
knock around together. And frankly,

I've got nowhere to go.
This case is at that end.

And Millworth just dropped
off the world a few months ago.

Nobody's seen him since.

Tell me about Millworth.

Well, he's got a bad record.

Forgery, contracts, blackmail, larceny.

Blackmail?

Does that cross with
what you're working on?

It could. Help yourself.

No, I haven't touched it for five years.

I've got to... Well, I've
got to watch my weight.

Give me a lead. Give
me a break. Now, we'll

cross some wires. Now,
I want to know where.

Look.

Well, I think that Caspar
Parton is being blackmailed.

Why? By Millworth?

And the girl from the charity appeals.

Of course, what better front
for a blackmailer than a charity

organization whose main
function is to receive money?

You know, I think I'll case
that old giant over tomorrow.

Maybe tonight.

May I have my gun back?

Help yourself.

Oh, no, really, Mr. May.

We have identified the man, Contessa.

Indeed, I recognize him immediately. A
criminal with a long history of violence.

The kind of man you
could hire for any crime.

But you can offer no
explanation for this attack upon you.

No.

Frankly, Contessa, I'm not satisfied
with the answers you have given me. Oh,

I know the kind of business you are in.

I appreciate there are
certain ethics clients to protect.

I can think of no reason why
that man should have attacked me.

Contessa.

Hello. Hi, Contessa.

I took my own advice.

What do you mean? Had myself a closer
look at the Santa Pura Charities Appeal.

What have you found? Why don't you come
over here and have a look for yourself?

I'll be waiting.

Oh, I've got a big surprise for you
about the dame who runs this joint.

It's something serious. Come
here right now. Five corpses.

Hello.

Yes?

You were making an inquiry about
one of our operatives, Barney Mailer.

Yes.

Where can I find him?

The city morgue.

They pulled him out of
the canal an hour ago.

Accident. He got drunk, fell
out of his boat, got drowned.

Drunk?

But he didn't drink.

You think I don't know that?

Now, what's your interest in this?

What do you know about Barney?

It is a great deal, senor.
You should not go unescorted.

I won't be holding on to it for long.

What is this?

Breaking into my studio. I
told you I have nothing for sale.

I won't pretend to be buying
paintings anymore, Caspar.

But you mustn't pretend either.

George Millworth.

He is dead, isn't he?

Yes.

And I killed him.

You better tell me about it.

I'll tell you I'd be glad to.

I've been carrying it around like a
mountain on my back for months now.

I want to tell you.

Tell someone.

George was a thief. Did you know that?

Mm-hmm.

A con man.

He and Maria set up that
charity place for one purpose.

To milk the foolish.

And I was foolish.

And the next victim.

We became friends, George
and me, and then later Maria.

That was the plan, you
see, the old badger game

with me in the middle.
Sure, I fell for Maria.

And then when I found out
she was his wife... What?

Well, you didn't know that?

Sure!

Maria is Mrs. Millworth. A great team.

So that was the big
surprise Barney had for me.

Hmm?

Oh, nothing. Go on.

When I found out it was all a plan, I
got mad. I had a fight with George.

Right here. I hit him.

He fell. He hit his head.

There.

Didn't get up anymore.

Then it wasn't murder.

Look, I killed him.

Yes, but accidentally. You didn't mean it.

No, but... Listen.

You must tell the police.

I plan to, but there's one
thing I have to attend to first.

Maria.

She found out what I did, and
she's been bleeding me white.

This is the final payoff.

The police are going to
be a bit more sympathetic

if I hand them a blackmailer, aren't they?

She's coming here?

Any moment?

To collect.

No.

This is my party.

I've been a mouse long enough.

What's going on?

We were just talking. I
had to keep it talking.

Can't handle it alone.

Funnily enough, it was
the truth I told you.

Except for two tiny details.

It wasn't an accident, my killing George.

And I didn't kill George.

I killed Caspar.

You see, I'm George. Or I was.

I'm Caspar Barton now.

You get the airline tickets?

Yes.

What are we going to do with her?

Take her out to a nice,
quiet stretch of canal.

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Goodbye, George.

Well, the soul of a man is easy to buy.