All language subtitles for Boon s05e02 Tales From The Riverbank

Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone No

one to talk to, I got no telephone

All done.

Are you really going to live on it?

Why not?

Romantic, innit? Yeah.

It's horrible, Ken.

Don't listen to him, Ken. And it's
small.

Who built it, Airfix?

It's compact.

Small.

How's Popeye, then?

A bit short of olive oil.

Any calls?

Pardon? Any calls?

No, no, bugger off. How much longer can
we go on like this? Oh, come on, Rocky.

Give it a chance, eh?

Oh, Ken.

We're not going to have a cash flow
problem again, are we, mate? I mean, my

landlady gets a bit nasty every week
now. Don't worry, Rocky, don't worry.

Things are about to pick up. Huh, yeah.

I can guarantee it.

What?

What's this look, Harry Crawford?

You been up to something?

You haven't seen the evening papers,
have you? Why?

Oh, well, just you wait, mate. Just you
wait.

Just off to get them.

Actually, very pleasant.

Very pleasant way to make a million
pounds.

Cheers. How long to go?

Forty, forty -five minutes, maybe.

That is the good.

Eh? I said, that is very good.

What's that?

Don't believe it.

What's wrong?

That sounds like the drive shaft.

Is it serious?

How long to pick it? We've got a
rendezvous in an hour.

That depends on whether someone round
here knows a welder. Come on, give us a

hand. I don't believe it.

I could kill you. Why didn't you get a
proper bloody boat?

Bloody brilliant.

So what do you suggest we do?

I don't know.

Go and park here.

Private property.

Since when?

Since five days ago.

Crawford Boone Securities.

You must be joking. No, I'm not, no.

You park down the road.

Right. Sorry.

Sorry, Chief.

Now, how do we meet the boat?

Crawford Boone Security.

CBS.

Incorporated Boone Investigation.

Crawford Boone Security.

Nottingham.

London.

Paris. Tokyo!

Can I help you? I need to borrow your
boat.

Oh, I don't know if that's possible. You
know we're right in the middle of tea.

There's no alternative, I'm afraid.

Who is it? He says he wants to borrow
our boat.

I need it, I'm afraid.

I'm awfully sorry.

Oh.

I see.

We've got to get that sign fixed up at
the front gate. We can't allow people to

park there.

Is he all right? What do you think of
the arrangement, Harry?

Oh, terrific.

Hey, come and look at this.

The evening post, page 6 -1.

Limey. Not bad, eh, Kenneth, eh?

Well, it's your money, Harry.

Well, there's no point in doing things
halfway, is there, Kenneth, eh?

How much?

It's quite a lot.

That much?

Look, that phone's going to be hot, I
tell you. Hot.

What did I tell you, eh?

Crawford Book Security.

Yeah?

Yeah. Line two, Ken.

Hello? Yeah, Ken Boone.

It's the plumber.

Right. You take the woman and get this
boat to the rendezvous. I'll take the

man as hostage and find a phone and tell
them what's happened, OK? OK.

OK? OK.

What? Give me the gun, then. What do you
want the gun for?

Because I haven't got one, have I? You
don't need a gun. She's a woman. You can

handle a woman, can't you?

It's my gun.

Right, right.

She's not going to try anything. I've
got her husband, haven't I?

It's not disused.

You were misinformed.

It's the detective agency.

Crawford and Boone's security.

I'm not getting shirty, I'm just telling
you.

Okay, okay, what do we do now?

I don't know. They're the boat, because
I can't get close enough to the river to

find out, can I?

Okay.

Okay, we'll do that.

Cheers.

to the other side, check it tonight, and
give it till morning.

How's that?

Well, it looks great, Harry, but who's
going to see it up there?

There's a lot of traffic, because up and
down this river can't.

More than you would think.

And I bet none of them have thought of
buying a burglar alarm until now.

Funny people in my experience, you know,
river people.

What's that supposed to mean?

They're the sort of people who might
just think of phoning up a private

detective, you know.

Don't tell us.

It's a job, a definite job. What did I
tell you?

He sounded really urgent and said you'd
ring him back. Hey, did you remember to

ask him how he'd heard about us? Yeah,
directory inquiries.

Oh, well, it's early days, isn't it?

So, this is your fiancée?

Yes.

How long has she been going to the
hypnotist?

Hypnotherapist, about three months.

And what makes you suspect malpractice?

Mr Boone, We've been engaged for nearly
a year.

We've known each other for three and a
half.

I know Gillian extremely well.

Extremely well.

And when one knows someone extremely
well, one can tell when they're not

themselves.

Well, if that's the case, why did she go
to the therapist in the first place?

Actually, it was I who suggested it.

She was having what they call anxiety
attacks.

I have some friends at my firm who've
been rather successfully treated with

hypnotherapy, so I sent Gillian along.

I didn't realise what it would lead to.

I mean, forgive me, but if the therapist
is, to use your words, seducing her,

surely that's quite a serious abuse of
his position, isn't it?

For two months now, she's become
obsessed by him.

Infatuated, even.

It's Mr Phillips says this or that or...

Jeffrey, rather, as she now calls him.

What is at present impossible is to
accuse him of anything. If I did, I'd

myself a very nasty writ for slander.

That's why I need some evidence.

So you want us to buggy surgery, do you,
and find out if she's having an affair

with him?

Exactly.

Discreetly.

Or if they're about to.

I will, of course, guarantee legal cover
for you and your company.

Yeah, well, I'll have to have a word
with my, um, associate, Mr Crawford.

He's got all the know -how on
surveillance.

Tell him I'm willing to pay a set fee of
£3 ,000.

Half on contract, half on delivery of
the tapes.

£3 ,000.

And a further £1 ,500 if there is enough
evidence to make a prosecution.

She has her appointment tomorrow at four
in the afternoon.

And again on Saturday.

Violation door, solicitors. Well, it
should be straight enough.

Right, let's give the good doctor a
ring, then.

What's wrong with me?

Mother complex.

No, come on, be serious.

All right, insomnia.

Yes, I like that.

That should be true as well.

Never again.

Yes, hello?

Yes, hello, Ken Boone?

Yeah. This morning?

OK. 11?

11 .30?

Morning, Ken.

What's the nature of the problem, then?

OK, well, I'll talk to you about it
then. Fine.

All right. Bye.

Mr West, could you tell us how you heard
about us?

Evening Post.

OK, mate. Thank you very much. Bye.

Any others?

No, first of the day.

So, how was your first night on the
boat?

Wet. Oh, no.

Didn't sink, did it?

No.

Couldn't sleep a wink.

Condensation.

No, nothing. Not a sound.

Not a thing.

All right.

The boat will be in touch, Mr. Martin.

And don't worry.

Excuse me, please. Thank you.

When did you last see this, um... When
did you last see this, Corporal Brodsky?

1944?

Well, uh...

What regiment was he with, love, when he
was billeted over here?

Yeah.

Okay, Mrs.

Josephs, we'll get back to you.

No, well, I mean, I don't cover all of
the United States, you know what I mean,

but out of my range.

Yeah, okay, love, got your number.

Ken, line three.

Right.

Hello, Ken Boone?

Yeah. Can I, um, have your name, please?

You don't want to give your name?

Look, Mr. Boone, this is desperate.

I'm desperate.

I have to talk to you.

Yes, OK. Well, I'll see what I can do.
Can you give me some details?

Do you know the steamboat?

Good.

I'll be outside in two hours.

Oh, I'll know you.

Mr Boone, you must be there.

I think I've done something terrible.

Hi. Are you, um... It's a nice place.
You staying here? No.

I'm afraid I can't tell you.

Well, uh, what about your name?

I can't tell you that either.

Well, that's the start.

Do I get to know why you've called me
out here? I want you to deliver

for me.

It's very important.

It's really a matter of life and death.

Why didn't you go to a courier?

Confidentiality. I need your assurance
that you won't tell anyone, not even the

police, nobody.

Why?

I can't say.

Why not?

It's nothing illegal.

I just want you to deliver a letter for
me.

I wouldn't involve you in anything
illegal.

Yeah, but I still know... I need to know
a little bit more about it.

I just can't explain it. If you won't
help me, I'll just have to get someone

else. I didn't say I wouldn't help you.
I just... Mr.

Boone.

Believe me, trust me. I'll tell you
everything later, I promise you.

Just deliver this letter for me this
afternoon.

And then meet me here the day after
tomorrow at 10 a .m. I'll explain

then. Well, I suppose it is just the
letter.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you. All right.

I must go now.

Hang on a minute.

It's all right, don't worry. I'm just
out of interest. How did you get in

with me? Boone Investigations, from the
paper?

No, I saw your sign on the riverbank.

Right. OK, ten o 'clock, day after
tomorrow.

I'll be back.

I don't know.

I'm waiting.

Excuse me, you can't just breathe in
here like this, you know. I'm sorry, I

happen to have an unfortunate manner.

Don's plea, private investigator.

I just want to talk to your boss, that's
all.

Um, can I ask what it's about?

What can I say?

You understand what this means to my
business.

Yeah, and I'm sorry.

Already two of my clients have cancelled
contracts. They've seen advert and a

paper like that, and they leave.

No, believe me, I've got every sympathy
with you, but, I mean, we've got to earn

a living and all.

Mr Boone, I'm not even meeting expenses.

I've got to pay the rent.

Got an office in town.

A secretary.

Look, that advert was my partner's idea.

Come back tomorrow, have a word with
him.

You're Ken Boone, aren't you?

Boone Investigations?

Yeah. So you're saying you don't want to
help?

Well, what do you want?

Why don't we join forces?

The case of Mr West, for example. Who?

The guy looking for his daughter. I need
two more days to crack it.

Let me finish the case, Mr Boone.

Subcontract me if you like.

Waste, I'd forgotten about him.

All right, you crack that one, split 50
-50 with me. OK? The deal?

OK, thanks. What?

OK?

Er, yes, it's just one thing.

Yeah, well, I'm in a hurry, mate. My
secretary, she's away for a few days.

Laura, Laura, come here, love.

She'll help you out, OK? This is Mr B,
he's going to be with us for a while.

Insomnia is a very subtle complaint,
Harry.

Sometimes the prime cause is, in fact,
lack of sleep.

Eh?

Or rather, the anxiety of not sleeping.

Sometimes all one needs to do is to
break the cycle.

No, this is come and gone, you know. I
mean, I'll sleep very well for a couple

of nights and then, bang, it's got me
again, you know.

Can you help me at all?

Well, we can make an appointment for
some time next week.

Next week?

We're going to do anything now?

Please.

Um, I'll check my appointments book.

Won't be a moment.

I'm afraid the only time I can manage
today is between six and eight this

evening. Would that be feasible?

Yes, it would.

OK, good.

I can make some calls and do my
shopping. No, that's fine.

OK. Six o 'clock it is, then.

Oh, what a relief.

I've got a letter for Mr. Loseley. Is he
in?

Who are you?

Ken Boone. I'm just the delivery boy.

I'll give it to him.

I've got it delivered to him personally.

I said I'll give it to him.

What is your name?

Boone, Ken Boone.

Boone?

Come in.

Boone!

Have we met?

I won't be long. It's just that typing's
not my strong point.

I'm much more your sort of out -and
-about detective, I mean.

Where's the boat?

What boat?

The boat with my stuff on it.

Her boat?

Honestly, I don't know what you're
talking about.

I don't know who she is.

I didn't know she had a boat.

Mrs... This lady rings you out of the
blue, asks you to deliver a letter, and

you don't even ask her name.

Yeah, well, like I said, I'm a private
detective. I mean, these things happen

all the time. I know you're a private
detective, and I know where you're from.

That's why I don't believe a word you're
saying.

Who are you working for?

What?

Right. Hit him.

Me?

I said hit him.

I wouldn't hit me.

No. I don't think I should, Chief.

I don't want to get involved, you know.
All I did was deliver that letter.

You think you're damn clever, don't you?

No. I'm absolutely convinced I'm the
worst informed person in this room.

All right.

Kick him out.

I can see myself out. It's been a
pleasure.

This is all your fault for leaving Dilks
on his own.

You stupid, chinless prat.

Me?

What does she want?

She's got the silk.

She wants to swap her old man for it.

That's good, isn't it?

Maybe.

What I don't like is the coincidence of
Mr. Boone popping up at the riverside. I

smell something fishy here.

Get me Henk and Peter.

Hi.

Yes.

She's very nice.

Now, just as an exercise, so that you
can feel how much you're in control of

your thoughts, I want you to think of
the very first thing you can remember.

Can you do that for me?

Yeah.

Good.

So, casting your mind back, what are you
thinking about?

What are you thinking about now?

Eddie's got my engine.

Who's Eddie?

My cousin.

Cousin Eddie.

And what's he doing with it?

He's eating it.

He's eating your engine?

Yes, it's a chocolate engine.

It's Easter.

What else?

Mum's not there.

Yeah,

that's right.

Under A.

What's in the top drawer, then?

Oh, it's just recent stuff. You know,
case is still pending.

Oh, right.

Yeah, I'm not much good at filing,
either. It's not my forte. I'm much more

sort of out -and -about sort of
detective, me.

So I think.

Top drawer, you said?

Second.

Oh.

So now, Harry, what about the present?

What makes you anxious in the present?

Money.

I haven't got any money to pay the wages
next week.

Does that make you feel bad?

Yes. Guilty.

Guilty.

But it's not really your fault, is it?

You're doing the best you can, aren't
you?

No, no, it's not really, no.

No.

I do a damn good job.

I mean, without me, there wouldn't be
any work at all.

That's good.

Yes.

What else?

I'm doing something terrible, Jeff.

I'm embarrassed.

You can tell me.

That's why I'm here.

I've got the job on.

Go on.

I didn't really want to.

Yes?

Bug in your office.

One of your clients, her boyfriend
thinks that you're having an affair with

I work as a private detective, you see,
Geoff. It's my job.

And I feel terrible about it.

I think you'd better wake up now, Harry.

No, I'm in total control, Geoff. I know.

One, two, three.

Wake up.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Genuinely and sincerely sorry.

It's strange.

I suddenly felt I had to tell you.

And you caught him snooping, did you?
Definitely. Just before he went home.

Did he see you?

Yeah. He made us some excuse about how
he hadn't been getting any cases

and he wanted to see how we managed to.

I don't believe him.

No. I think we should do some snooping
on Mr Speed, don't you?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll check out that address.

The office one.

What, tonight?

Yeah, Rocky, tonight.

And I don't want him getting suspicious.

Treat him nice and gentle. Just find out
what he's up to.

Where's Harry?

He's still in therapy.

Ken, why do I have to do all the night
work?

Because, my son, I'm going to get myself
a pie and chips, a mug of tea and,

hopefully, some sleep.

Oh, right.

It's sunk.

I'm afraid so.

Are you two from Lowsley?

Where's the boat?

You sunk it. The boat, the other boat.

I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm telling you the truth.

Hey, don't damage the goods.

I do it my way.

Now tell us, where's the boat, please?

I haven't got a clue.

Just let me break his arm.

Come on, he doesn't know.

I said come on!

Hey, you tell the woman.

She knows what the boss is going to do
when she doesn't turn up with the stuff.

What stuff?

Yes, I know. Just come through. Hi.
Hello, Mr Boone. I caught my lip in my

Oh, right.

Sit down, sir.

It's all right. I'll stand.

I thought this was an emergency.

Yes. I know it's a bit late and all
that, and I'll explain all.

I just thought that since you were going
to work for us, that we ought to have a

little bit of a chat.

You know, a sort of interview.

Now?

Well, you know, to find out, like, who
you are.

Oh, well, I'm... Hey. I told you, I'm
Donald Speed.

By the investigator, I gave you my card,
didn't I? Yeah, with a funny address.

I moved.

When? Oh, three, four weeks ago, yeah.
No, you didn't.

You're working for you -know -who,
aren't you?

Who?

Those people two hours ago that slapped
me about and sunk my boat, that you

-know -who.

I really, I don't know any you -know
-who, really. Enough of this, Harry. May

Yes, Ken, go ahead. All of a good luck.

I'm telling you the truth. Yeah, well,
you'd better start telling me some lies.

I am not a violent man by nature, but I
don't like having my house sunk or be

done over.

I can't tell you.

Tell me what?

Tell me what?

Um... Yes?

Um... Yes?

Um... I'm police!

Are you sure?

See, I... Detective Sergeant Speed,
check in my sock, my left sock, please!

Detective Sergeant Speed.

Bloody hell, Ken, he is.

Morning, gentlemen.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Sergeant, perhaps you'd be good enough
to come in and explain to these people

what's been going on.

Right.

Right, follow me, please.

About two weeks ago, a man called Dilks,

rang us to inform us he'd been
approached by some shady characters

rent his barge.

In fact, one of them was an old mate of
his called

John Lowsley.

Anyway, on our instructions, Dilks
agreed to do a run for them carrying

stolen German silk.

Not the Trent.

The place that they intended to land the
stuff, according to the dukes, was the

only totally disused and run -down bit
of dockside on the river.

Namely... ..your place.

So what colour did you say? Well, I
can't be sure, but I thought it was

Or maybe green.

Or perhaps a bluey green.

I just don't know.

Are you sure it was a boat?

Well, just as it. How can you not
remember what it looked like?

So we're sitting there already and
waiting to pounce.

Catch everyone red -handed. The night
before last, we'll learn the old war

happens.

Nothing happens. His boat didn't turn
up, did it?

So we must conclude either Dilks did a
very, very nasty dirty on us or the

gang shut him out and did a very, very
nasty dirty on our Mr Dilks.

Speed.

Yes, sir. Don't get carried away.

Sorry, sir.

So then you come snooping on us.

At the time, we had good reason to
believe that you might be involved in

way. We happened to notice your advert
in the post. We thought it might be some

sort of signal to the rest of the gang.

Or something of that nature.

I'm sorry to say we were a little
deceitful. We made a few phone calls to

office as clients.

to make my appearing a little more... a
little more credible.

I'm sorry if I made a mess of your
paperwork.

So, gentlemen... how can we help?

Look, Mr Boone, to be plain... if we
make a mess of this case... it could be

very embarrassing.

This gang is about the leakiest outfit
in the history of crime.

Basically, we would appreciate it if
you'd just keep it quiet till we sort it

out.

Yeah, no problem.

Where does all that leave you with your
mystery woman?

I don't know.

I reckon she's involved, but she's not
crooked.

How, Ken? How?

This could be serious.

She could be in danger, you know. I
know, Harry, I know.

When did you say you were going to see
her again?

Tomorrow morning.

Where? In a pub up a river, but that's
not where she lives.

Any clues?

No.

Except she reckons she saw our sign the
day before yesterday.

She must have been on the opposite bank,
right before or in the morning.

You've got good eyesight, Ken.

Yeah. Or on a boat.

Yes, yes. She must have been on a boat.

There were some boats about, mate.

In the evening and in the morning.

What sort of boats?

I got up early.

I remember looking at the water.

Think, Ken, think.

Think, because if you can remember, if
you can remember, we can trace her.

I'm trying.

Because otherwise we've got to go back
to speed.

I can't place the boat.

What you need, mate, is a hypnotist.

A hypnotherapist?

No. It was definitely called the Dutch
something.

Yes, definitely.

Dutch mobster or lobster.

It was like this one, actually.

It's called the chaste tramp.

Do you know to how many of these places
we've gone to now? Twenty -one. How many

more? A hundred?

I'm sorry, but it was like this.

Maybe bigger.

And definitely with a blue funnel.

And definitely not a white roof.

Nice to see you again.

You must be Ken Boone.

Hello, Doctor. Glad you could help us.

Not at all. Harry's told me what's
required.

Would you like to come through?

OK.

How did you sleep last night?

On a police waiting room bench, as it
happens. But not too badly at all, as it

turns out.

You may be interested to know that
Gillian has cancelled her engagement to

Varnish. Yes, I know. He rang up and
cancelled his check.

Oh, dear.

I shouldn't laugh.

Let's go through and make Ken
comfortable.

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking, what am I doing sleeping
on this cold boat?

Don't you know?

I'm awake.

I'm wet.

I hear a noise. I put the light on.

What sort of noise is it? A splash.

I go on deck with my torch.

There's somebody there.

I look at the water, but there's no
ripples.

I go back down.

And what?

There's another splash.

And I think it's Duck.

Does it sound like ducks?

I don't know.

I don't know what ducks sound like.

And I think these must be enormous
bloody ducks.

And then?

And then.

I wake up again, again and again.

And then it's the morning.

And I feel like death.

But what can you see on the river?

I see a boat.

There's definitely a boat.

Going backwards.

That's funny, I'm thinking.

Maybe it's normal.

It's going upstream.

It was painted half white.

It had a name.

Something, something tramp.

Something C .H. Tramp.

Try to remember the first word.

No, I can't.

No, I'm going for a wash, I'm sure.

No, this is wonderful.

Now, let's go back to the day before.

You were on the bank, putting up a sign
in the evening.

Yes, Harry was with me.

There was a boat over there.

But they can't go on it.

Can't see the name.

Look closer.

It's no good.

It definitely had a cargo on it.

Never mind.

I'm sure we've got most of what was
there.

All right, Ken?

Yeah, fine.

Amazing. Better than the video.

Oh, we got the name anyway.

The CH something chump.

I think that's a bad old one there,
Jeff.

Good. I'm glad.

I've got it.

What? The splashes.

That was the cargo being dumped in the
river.

What we really need is a couple of
grappling hooks.

Nothing yet, then?

No, nothing.

You?

Well, there's no record of any boat on
the trench with the word trance in it.

Hockey's just phoned. He's checked out
two of the marinas.

Luckily, most of them seem to be
downstream, so he's only got another

-dozen to go.

like a cup of tea.

Looks like the net's closing in then.

Why don't you believe me?

Just believe me.

Ring them.

Just ring the police.

Look, how stupid do you think I am?

Of course, of course. Must be.

It's got to be it.

Oh, thank God for that.

Don't lose it. No chance, mate. No
chance.

Where?

Where's that?

Little place called Marsh Lane.

How long?

Clay.

You found him?

90 % certain.

She with him?

He didn't know.

Give Harry a hand with that, eh? Stay
with him. On the phone.

Yeah.

Hello, it's Kim Boone.

Can I talk to you?

We found the silk.

Hi. Hi.

I didn't get your name.

Mrs. Walters.

Hello, Mrs. Walters.

Look, I need to talk to you. Can I come
in?

Please.

Mr. Dilks, I presume.

I honestly think the best plan would be
to hand the whole thing over to the

police. No.

No.

What are you worried about, your
husband?

He's not my husband.

He's my landlord. He'd come to collect
the rent.

I just don't want poor Mr. Roberts to
come to any harm.

Even if he is a profiteering little
swine. And he won't come to any harm if

can just give these people back their
silk.

They don't even know why I acted like I
did.

It's just that he was such a wimp.

And I was in the army, you know, and I'd
had enough of being pushed around.

Well, I still think the most sensible
thing to do is to tell all this to the

police.

Definitely.

I've spoken to Barry. He's got all the
silk out the river and he wants to know

what's happening.

Well?

Just let me go through with this
rendezvous. All right, but I'm coming

It could turn nasty.

All right.

I agree.

Wonderful. Get hold of Harry. Tell him
where to meet us.

And tell him full speed ahead.

Sorry? Full speed ahead.

Come on, do you know what the time is?

What? What are you writing?

I've got to have a shave.

Come on, get dressed. Come on.

Are you OK, mate?

What about Harry? He's on his way. He's
waiting for speed.

Good. You'd better put that away,
wouldn't you?

We're late.

Put your foot down.

Oh, you were in with the woman after
all. Seems that way.

Where's Mr. Roberts?

He's my insurance.

I couldn't be sure you hadn't brought
the police with you.

You haven't brought the police with you,
have you?

No, we haven't.

All right?

Stilks?

Yeah.

All right.

How could you let yourself be taken out
by her?

Well, she's a lot stronger than she
looks, you know.

We want to see Robert.

All right, all right.

You'll get him.

Call them up.

Harry, I won't book you. Just go!

I didn't think there was time for you to
have a shy.

Hello, Mr Roberts, dear. Are you all
right?

Mustn't grumble.

What a pretty pickle.

All right, all right.

A touching reunion.

Now, let's have the bales and get out of
here.

And you two.

You expecting someone?

No.

Better not be.

Look, Chief.

What? Well, I've done my bit, you know.

You nonce.

You're the same as the rest of this
gang.

A chanter.

Well, I prefer to get my whack. Where is
he? You'll give it time.

What's going on?

What's going on, eh?

Tell me where you are!

Idiots.

Right.

John Lowsley.

You made it, then. Detective Sergeant
Speed.

You're under arrest, John.

I don't think so.

Now, that's not a very acceptable thing
to do.

Come on, John.

This place all around you. I don't see
any.

Get in the car.

Move!

You, out!

Chief!

Out! Out, now!

Get in the driving seat. Chances are
you're getting away with it. Better be

good, for your sake.

Hold on.

Where's the woman?

Is nobody practical anymore?

Good morning, madam.

Detective Sergeant Spree.

Could I just take this off you?

Everything's under control now, madam.

You've done nothing but moan since I got
it.

It's too big, too expensive.

The name's silly. Well, so it is.

What did you want it for?

The Chase Tramp. I mean, what kind of a
name is that for a boat?

I like it.

Yeah, it's romantic.

But it's spelt wrong.

Hey, what do you mean, spelt wrong?

You left him.

No, no, it's just that, well, I think
you could have been a bit more sensible

with a reward one. Harry, this is
sensible.

Yes. I would have thought you'd have had
enough of boats to last you a lifetime.

Look, this one I can really live on.

It's more like a house.

Oh, no.

Ken, I think you're going to need that
welder again.

Now what's funny?

It's just that it's getting more like a
house every minute.