All language subtitles for T B S01E14 Theres Someone Close Behind You WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(cheery music)

-[Man 1] Is it still on for tonight?

-[Man 2] It's on.

Just the way we planned.

Should be a pretty healthy take.

-[Man 1] So what stuff is
in this Lynsted Collection?

-[Man 2] Gold.

A whole lot of gold.

(stairs creak)

Hey, what was that?

- Something outside.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, Alan!

(whistle blows)

- See anything?

- Nothing.

Come on, let's take a look 'round.

(breathing heavily)

(coughs)

(can clangs)

(suspenseful music)

- Do you think he heard anything?

- I don't think so.

-[Alan] Did you see who it was?

- [] No.

I can find out if it's important.

- It's getting late.

We'd better get back.

- Yeah.

(doors slam)

(engine rumbles)

(lighter clicks)

- Mannering!

(jaunty music)

(gunshot)

(suspenseful music)

- After I phoned you, I went back to see

if I could find anything else.

They nearly caught me.

- What are you selling?

- Each will be worth 50.

- I'll decide that.

- Now look.

I'm doing you a favor.

I didn't have to phone you.

No, no!

Wait a minute.

Mannering.

Wait a minute.

The Lynsted Collection.

You've got a little stuff in that.

- Well I'm still waiting.

- Is it your plan?

They're going to clean that place out.

- Who's they?

- I don't know, I don't know that.

It's a good take.

I'll bag it for 50.

- If it's genuine you'll get your money.

When are they moving in?

- Tonight.

The job's tonight.

(cane taps)

(suspenseful music)

(lid scrapes)

(cat meows)

(sighs)

- A cop ought to be used to waiting.

- I never get used to it.

(door slams)

- Anything, sir?

- Nothing.

It'll be getting light soon.

They won't be coming now.

Looks like your tip-off
was a false alarm, John.

- Well I can't figure it.

Cranwell had no reason to lie.

Maybe they got a tip too.

- Yeah.

Well there's no point in hanging about.

- If you'll call your men off, sir,

I'll board in the station.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight John.

- Goodnight Harry.

If you give it another half hour

the wife won't be waiting up.

- Nah.

We'd just be wasting our time.

Your informer was just trying
to make some easy money.

Happens all the time.

(jazzy music)

- The cops have just moved out.

I'll give it a few more minutes.

- Okay chief.

We're standing by.

- He's got a nerve.

Going right in after a tip-off.

- Yes.

Inspector Thomson's already left.

Okay, bye.

(wire snips)

What's that thing, John?

- The Buristan Talisman.

Made about 800 B.C. from the
Zygoste region of the Iran.

- Well, I doubt whether I
could afford it on my salary.

- It's all clear.

I'm going in now.

- Right, I'll reach ya.

Understand.

Go.

- I'll give you a lift, John?

- I think I'll walk.

(knocking)

- The phone is dead.

(suspenseful music)

Well, I didn't expect you.

(dramatic music)

(gunshots)

(Weston groans)

- Did you recognize that guy?

- Gregg Wilde.

- I'll get you an ambulance.

You'll be alright.

- No, no.

John.

- What happened, what went wrong?

- That cop Weston was still there.

I think I killed him.

- What?

- That's not the worst of it.

Mannering was with him.

He saw me.

- Saw ya?

Then he's a witness, he can nail ya.

- Sure he can.

If he lives long enough.

- Hey, Lonnie?

Give me a cigarette?

- Why don't you buy some of your own?

- Yeah, I will, I will.

I just don't want to
go out yet for a while.

I'm waiting for a call.

You haven't seen me, understand?

You haven't seen me.

- Hi Lonnie.

I'm looking for Marty Cranwell.

You seen him around?

I'm talking to you, Lonnie.

When I talk I like people to listen.

I'll say it again.

I'm looking for Marty Cranwell.

- What do you want him for?

- He ran off at the mouth.

Told the wrong things to some people.

Gregg's upset.

- I haven't seen Marty.

He hasn't been around here today.

Buy yourself a new racing form, Lonnie.

If you see Marty, there's
a lot more of these.

- I reckon you're in trouble, kiddo.

What's happened?

- It wasn't my fault.

I heard the word around someone

was going to knock over
the Lynsted Collection.

- Who did you tell?

- Mannering the Baron.

He had some stuff in the exhibition.

I thought it would be worth
a 50 to know about it.

- Double crossing Gregg Wilde

should be worth more than that.

- Well you see, I didn't know.

I didn't realize it was Gregg.

- Here.

Make your call.

And dig a big deep hole
and hide yourself in it.

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

- Mannering Antiques.

- The Baron?

Is he back yet?

- No he isn't.

Is that you, Mr. Cranwell?

Yes, I know it's very urgent.

I'll get him to call you
the moment he comes in.

Yes, yes.

I've got your number.

Bye.

(suspenseful music)

- Where did you find him?

- London Airport.

He booked out a flight to Barcelona.

- Did you get the gun?

- No, we searched his
apartment and found nothing.

Look, Mannering, this may be a formality

but the law demands it.

Walk along the line.

If you see the man you saw
on the night of the murder,

put your hand on his shoulder.

There's your man.

- You've made a mistake, Mannering.

A bad mistake.

- The jury won't think so.

- I didn't mean that.

It won't get to a jury.

(suspenseful music)

- That's your Baron.

- Can I go after him now?

- No, you take care of
the other man first.

(sensual music)

- You're right.

Not me at all.

Hello John.

- Hello Cordelia.

What are you doing?

Dipping into the cookie jar?

What's new?

- In an antique shop?

Had a very quiet afternoon.

A couple of phone calls.

One seemed fairly urgent.

A man named Cranley, Cranwell?

- Cranwell?

- That's him.

Did he leave a number?

- It's on your desk.

He sounded an awfully nervous little man.

Who is he?

- He's the guy who tipped me off

about that raid last night.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

-[John On Phone] John Mannering.

- Mannering.

I've been trying to get you all morning.

Listen.

They're on to me.

I've got to get out.

I need money.

- Where are you?

- The billiards hall in Star Street.

- Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes.

- Is that you, Lonnie?

(suspenseful music)

(whistle blows)

What do you want?

- A little talk.

Fancy a game?

- I've got to go, Oddy.

- Rack them up.

You know if they say you're good at pool

you've had a wasted youth.

It was silly of you to
go and talk to the Baron.

- Listen, I didn't know, I can explain.

- Very difficult.

Gregg arrested.

He's very upset.

He thinks they might use you at the trial.

- I won't say anything.

I'll leave the country.

It's Mannering you want to worry about.

- No.

No.

That matter will be dealt with.

- I won't say anything, I promise ya.

I won't.

- You're right.

You won't.

(gunshot)

- They won't get anywhere
with the fingerprints.

This is a pro killing.

- Wilde wasted no time
handing out the contract.

- Yeah, but try and prove it.

Well, I suppose I may as
well go through the motions

and pick up the boys who work for him.

- You'll get nothing from them.

- I've got to try.

Strange, isn't it?

How a rat like Wilde can inspire loyalty?

- More like fear.

To him you're either loyal or you're dead.

- This sort of murder makes
me sick to my stomach.

It's so easy.

If you've got enough dough you can always

buy some guy to pull the trigger.

- Last night Wilde pulled it himself.

He can't buy his way out of that one.

- Yeah, but you're our whole case, John.

If one of his friends should get at you..

You know, I'd feel a whole lot happier

if you could take a trip somewhere
until the trial comes up.

- What do I do when I get there?

Hide under the stairs?

They'll find me if they
want me badly enough,

no matter where I go.

- Yeah, I suppose you're right.

- But don't worry.

One thing I work at is self-preservation.

- Follow Mannering.

I want a watch kept on
him around the clock.

Don't lose him.

He's all the case we've got.

(suspenseful music)

- My dear Mr. Wilde, how
awfully nice to see you again.

- Yes.

- As your lawyer, I must
say that I consider it

outrageous that we should

have to meet in these circumstances.

It's quite obviously a
malicious prosecution

and the police have
fabricated the evidence.

We'll have you out of here in no time.

- That's the kind of enthusiasm

I want to hear from a lawyer.

- Not enthusiasm, my dear sir,

but indignation at the
injustice they're doing.

- Alright, alright.

What are you gonna do about it?

- There are two problems
that we have to overcome.

The first of these has already
been successfully dealt with.

- And the second?

- He, rather it, will be resolved.

No later than tomorrow night.

(suspenseful music)

(clock rings)

(door shuts)

- John?

There are two men waiting outside.

Watching the shop.

- Thomson's men.

He thinks something might happen to me.

(phone rings)

I'll get it.

Mannering.

- If you want to know who killed Cranwell,

be at the Camden Town
worker's hall tonight.

- Who was it?

- Probably the guy who killed Cranwell.

- Well what did he want?

- To meet.

- And you're going?

- Sure.

- Then I'm coming.

- No, Cordelia I want you to stay here.

- It might be dangerous.

- That's exactly why I'm going alone.

- You must know it's a trap.

- Knowing is my advantage.

- Advantage!

Oh, what's the good of talking to you?

(suspenseful music)

He's just left.

He keeps his car around the back.

Hey wait for me.

You've lost him.

- I'm doing the best I can.

Don't worry.

We'll pick him up later.

(violin music)

(applause)

- There will now be an intermission

for a few minutes while tea is served.

You're new here, aren't you?

- Yes.

- The tea is free.

- Well, thank you.

- A gentleman asked me
to give you this program.

- Which gentleman?

- He was there.

He's gone.

- I see.

Well thank you anyway.

(suspenseful music)

-[Greeter] When everyone
has taken their seats,

the concert will resume.

(flute music)

- Alright, let's find him.

(doors slam)

- Not exactly Carnegie Hall.

- Not exactly the New York Philharmonic.

(door creaks)

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

- A present for Gregg Wilde.

- Dead?

Mannering killed him?

- There's no cause for alarm, Mr. Wilde.

- But the hearing's tomorrow.

With the Baron's testimony,
I'll be committed for trial.

- That's unavoidable now.

- Don't be so smug.

- Don't worry, Mr. Wilde.

Everything's arranged.

By tomorrow night, you'll be in Barcelona.

(suspenseful music)

(cheery music)

(jazzy music)

- Wilde is being committed for trial.

- Well, that about wraps it up.

- Yes.

The prosecutor says we
have a watertight case.

Your evidence is all we need.

We're post-bail, he needs
to be kept in custody.

- We'll take good care of him.

- I'm having him taken
to a top-security prison.

- You think he might try a break?

- It's always possible.

He's got a good organization,
plenty of money to back it.

They might just take a
crack at busting him out.

Anyway, that's my problem.

- Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

(drumroll)

- You've got yourself a
dangerous enemy there.

- I wouldn't want him as a friend.

Come on, let's get that drink.

What is it?

- Oh, it's just a guy
by that car over there.

- You going?

- No, I don't think so.

Come on, I'm thirsty.

- Think he might be interested in Wilde?

- No it's just coincidence I think.

- Well, we'll keep an eye on
him 'til we get to the pub.

- (laughs) Okay.

I think we'd better forget that drink.

- Looks less like a
coincidence, doesn't it?

- We're just turning
into Bolbridge Harris.

You all set?

-[Man] Ready and waiting.

Good luck.

- Thanks.

- Ordinarily they wouldn't try anything

in the middle of London.

- It's so unlikely that maybe it's

a pretty good reason for trying it here.

You said it yourself, he's
got a good organization.

(suspenseful music)

(tires squeal)

- Get him out!

Hold still.

- Gregg!

(engine stalls)

- Come on, come on!

(engine stalls)

(screams)

(phone rings)

- Thomson.

Alright.

Take the road block off.

Start a general search of the area.

Right.

- Have you heard anything?

- I don't think it helps.

That truck seems to have vanished
off the face of the earth.

- The man who ran the ambush.

Haven't you been able to get him yet?

- All of them.

They don't know much,
they were just hired help.

This roadblock here.

One of them knew something
of the arrangements.

Apparently Wilde was going to hide out.

- But he didn't know where.

- If he had, we wouldn't
be standing around then.

I'm sorry.

- This is the worst.

- Anyway, it doesn't get us much further.

He says there's a plane
coming in to pick Wilde up.

Now if that's true, we haven't
got much time to find him.

It'll be tonight some time.

- There's a chance that
John might stop him.

- Well..

He may be hurt.

Badly hurt.

Otherwise I think we'd have
heard from him before this.

(suspenseful music)

(board clanks)

(suspenseful music)

(can clangs)

- Who's there?

(jazzy music)

Anyone there?

(dramatic music)

- Hello Wilde.

- How did you find me?

- That's not important.

I'm taking you back.

- Not if I can help it.

- You're on your own this time.

No hired guns or strong-armed boys.

Just you and me.

- Yeah.

Just you me, and that.

It puts the odds slightly in your favor.

- Alright.

- What is it with you, Mannering?

You've been on my back
every inch of the way.

What do you want, eh?

Glory?

Money?

- No.

- What is it, then?

- You wouldn't understand.

Let's move out.

- No, wait a minute.

- I said let's move.

- Wait a minute.

I mean at least listen
to what I'm gonna say.

I've got money.

Plenty of money.

You can name your own price.

- There's no price.

- Don't be ridiculous.

Everybody has a price.

You have a price.

What is it?

20,000?

30?

Just think of it.

30,000 pounds for just turning around

and walking out of here.

- Is that the tag you put
on that policeman's life?

- That cop?

That was an accident.

Besides, I had no alternative.

Listen, Mannering.

In a few minutes a plane is coming over.

Soon as he sees that flare he's gonna land

and take me out of the country.

You'll have your money.

No one will ever know.

40,000.

What do you say?

- Get it through your head, Wilde.

You''re finished.

That cop was a friend of mine.

Let's go.

- Mannering!

I've got to have that flare!

(door bangs)

(gunshot)

Mannering!

(plane engine)

(gunshot)

Mannering!

The flare!

(gunshot)

- Wilde, look out!

- Help me!

Mannering, help me!

I can't hold on!

Help me.

He's gone.

He's gone.

Alright.

Go ahead.

You won.

Kill me.

I wouldn't have given you a second chance.

Well what are you waiting for?

Shoot!

- Get up.

We're going back.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)