All language subtitles for The Good Liar 2019 1080p BluRay x264-OFT.srt - eng(2)

[typing]

[typing]

Hello, sir.

Hello, I'm with Estelle.

Ah, she's right this way.

[indistinct chatter]

Estelle?

I'm Brian.

Don't tell me I'm late. I am never late.

No, no. I'm early.

Oh, I see. Yes.

Well, I'll tell you the truth, I walked
around the place a couple of times.

Butterflies in my tummy.

[Estelle chuckles] Ah.

[waitress] Vodka martini.

Oh. [inhales sharply]

Not driving then?

[chuckles] No, no.

My grandson's picking me up. Stephen.

- Ah.
- Mmm-hmm.

Is he your only grandchild?

Yes. The only one.

He's all I've got left.

You've got a son, I remember.

Yes. Robert. He lives in Australia.

My Harriet has been gone
for three years now,

and your husband, Alasdair...

Alasdair. That's right.

Yes, a year.

[sighs heavily]

[sighs heavily]

So, tell me, have you done this a lot?

Met people on the computer service?

Yes. I have.

Don't you find it's always the same?

You mean the anticipation
followed by the letdown?

Though we never say it of course.

"If you'd only described yourself,
shall we say more accurately...

we could have avoided
wasting all this time and energy,

which, at our stage in life,
we can ill afford to do."

I believe it's a system

for mismatching
the delusional with the hopeless.

But I tell myself,

"Brace up. Be positive.
This time it will be different."

You know, so do I.
I am the eternal optimist.

I thought as much.

Which is why I must now confess to you
a deception on my part.

What I deplore most in life
is dishonesty.

My name is, in fact, not Brian.

It's Roy.

Roy Courtnay.

Oh, I see.

Well, I suppose now's the time

that I tell you
that my name actually isn't Estelle.

- Well, only if it isn't.
-[chuckles]

It's not. It's Betty.

Betty McLeish.

Betty.

Oh, I think I can handle that.

[Betty chuckles]

Hello, Betty.

[horn honks]

Is that your grandson?

Yeah. He's been waiting.

Can we give you a lift home?

What? Oh, no, no.
It's just a nip across to the station,

a quick walk from Paddington,
and Bob's your uncle.

So, Au revoir, Betty.

Until next time, Roy.

[Roy chuckles]

[car door opens]

- Will you call?
-[car door closes]

[engine starting]

[horn honks]

Go to Stringfellows, please.

-[loud music playing]
-[woman 1] Thank you, sir.

[woman 2] Follow me, please.

[men wolf whistling]

I'm sorry to hold you up.

Unavoidably detained.

How old was she?

[chuckles]

Old enough.

[chuckles]

Now we'll have champagne all around.

Thank you.

I was just explaining the rules.

As a precaution, no names.

The two of us have made
a good deal of money in the past,

which is why I thought
to give you the opportunity

to buy into this new investment group.

Yes. I have made, quite recently,
the acquaintance of certain gentlemen

who have £800,000 to invest.

They know me as a banker, slightly bent,

who has guaranteed them
a quick doubling of their money

if they invest it
in the limited partnership.

Which would be us.

But before they put their money in,

they want to see us put some money in.

Only 200,000.

50,000 from each of us.

No one here
is uncomfortable with that figure?

Good.

Well, now--

Got a question for you.

Not that I expect a straight answer.

This proposition, just how dodgy is it?

Well, it's rather difficult to say.

[chuckles] See, I rest my case.

Another question, which I doubt
you'll answer any more than the first.

Who are they?

Well, like all of us at this table,
these men prefer anonymity.

And to your point, um...

Bryn.

Oh, dear. The first to break a rule.

But to your point, Bryn...

I can say they are foreign nationals,

who desire to become a part
of the English investor class.

Russians.

Got it in one.

Cossacks. I fucking hate Cossacks.

Well, if you can't join us, Bryn,

I suggest that you remove yourself
from any further discussion.

[chuckles]

I didn't say that, did I?

Hmm?

Good.

Because the money you put in,

you'll get back
four times over at the payout.

[curtains opening]

Ah, thank you, dear.

[cell phone buzzing]

Excuse me.

You called.

[man 1] Thank you.

[man 2] Thanks, love.

[people screaming]

[explosions in film]

[Roy] Well, I may have missed a step,

but I am fairly certain
that Adolf Hitler was not machine-gunned

to death in a French cinema.

Well, it would have been rather good
if he had been.

Yeah, but young people,
they go and see a film like that,

and they think that
that's what actually happened.

Oh, no, no. I taught for 40 years,

and this generation are far less likely
to believe everything they're told

than we were.

Oh, God! Oh! [winces]

Roy, what is it?

No, no. It's my knee.

[groans] It gives way sometimes
and then...

No, it will be fine in a minute.

Here. Here. I've got you. I've got you.

- Thanks.
- All right.

All right now?

Yeah.

[scatting]

[both chuckle]

[Roy exclaiming softly]

A titch down on the right.

Oh, that's it.

Thank you.

Now, the purpose
of this joint investment

is the purchase of this property
in the Caribbean.

Once the purchase goes through,

the property will be resold
by prior arrangement at twice the price.

When do we get profit?

In one week's time.

All transactions are done electronically
via these keypads.

I will now transfer our £200,000...

...into the joint investment account.

And all you do now
is transfer your funds

in the amount of £800,000,

and, oh... [chuckles] we're tickety-boo.

You put in 200,000.

We put in 800,000.

[Roy] Right.

Your investment is the greater,
but then so is your profit.

[all chuckling]

Well, if there are no more questions--

Yeah, I've got a question.

See, all this money you're gonna make,
what's Putin's cut?

[laughing]

[stops laughing]

[speaks Russian derisively]

[Roy sighs]

What the fuck was that?

[woman] I'll see you out.

They were not amused by you.

How'd you know? You don't speak Russian.

Don't have to.

Well, how do we get them back?

We'll have to regain their trust,
won't we, Bryn?

Yeah.

Bryn.

[Roy whistling tune]

Heigh-ho!

-[Roy chuckles]
- Ugh!

-[Roy] Oh.
- Oh!

[Roy grunting]

Has your knee gone again?

Well, it's been like this
for a few days now.

Why didn't you take a cab?

Oh, I made it here, didn't I?

- Yes, and you've probably made it worse.
-[sighs]

Anyway, it's bloody closed.

Oh, and I didn't call to bloody check.

Oh, I have made
a hash of things, haven't I?

[exhales heavily]

[both laughing]

Watch this.

[car alarm chirps]

Well, this is unexpected.

I bought it today.

Did he give you good terms?

You know, these dealers, they like
to take advantage of our sorts.

Oh, no, I paid cash.

You stay here, I'm gonna pick you up.

You...

You paid cash?

[Betty] What I love most
is how quiet it is.

[Roy] Hmm.

[Betty] Took some getting used to,
but now I really enjoy it.

Wait. Wait, Roy. I'll get you.

Just a sec.

[Roy grunts]

-[Roy] Okay.
- You're all right?

[Betty] Oh, dear.

[Roy] Yes.

[Betty] Oh, dear, oh, dear. There.

- Don't you...
- No steps. Oh, well done.

- Okay.
-[Betty] You're okay?

[Roy] Yes, yes.

Very up-to-the-minute, isn't it?

Thought I'd start afresh.

Yeah.

[inhales sharply]

Jesus.

[both laughing]

- Unbelievable.
- Oh, Betty.

This has been a feast.

Just leftovers.

Yes. No, but it's what
you did with them.

-[door closing]
-[Stephen] Betty, are you back?

We're here!

Oh, Stephen. The grandson.

Roy Courtnay.

- I thought you were out tonight.
- No, no. We're in.

Roy's knee went out on him.

Oh, really?
Should we call for an ambulance?

[Roy] Oh, no.

It's nothing as dramatic as that.

Does Stephen live here with you?

No, no. He's doing his doctorate
at Royal Holloway.

- He just sleeps over on occasion.
- Ah.

Can I give you a lift?

To?

To wherever it is that you live.

Stephen, we haven't finished dinner yet.

Oh, I suppose
I should be getting along, yeah.

Then I insist
that Stephen drive you home.

I think I'll come along for the ride.

Many, many thanks. Here we go.

[Betty] Good night.

-[Roy groaning]
-[Betty] Um...

What floor do you live on?

Uh, on the top floor.

You can't go up and down
all those stairs.

What would you have me do?

Sell up and move?

No, for God's sake.
Come and stay with me.

- What?
- I've got a spare room.

What are you doing?

I mean, just
till you get back on your feet.

Betty, you are as generous
as you're beautiful.

But no.

[sighs in exasperation]

Whoops. There we go.

[groaning]

[continues groaning]

[panting]

Oh.

This is ridiculous!

I'm afraid
I haven't got around to this room yet.

- So, it's a bit bare.
- Hmm.

But... you can use all the drawers,

and, of course,
there's the wardrobe, that's empty.

Yeah.

So, I'll get you some towels.

Make yourself comfy.

Fat chance of that.

That's very kind.

[man] Keep up.

Plenty of time for rest afterwards.

All there?

Ready?

Two more kilometers.

[indistinct chattering]

No dilly-dallying.

[woman] Well, I don't speak
to him either, I just...

Yes, she's so big, I can't believe it.

Come on, ladies.

[car engine starts]

Here we are.

[Stephen] Inviting him to move in,
what were you thinking?

[Betty] Oh, please, what's the harm?

[Stephen] When's the wedding, huh?

Saturday week?

No, it's too soon
to be getting so close to him.

I would have thought
that was the whole point.

Yes, of course, it is the whole point,

but I didn't think
it would get this intimate.

Are you talking about me?

Albert Speer.

He's my dissertation subject.
I was saying...

the closer one gets,
the more one loses perspective.

You've lost perspective on Albert Speer?

[Stephen] Mmm-hmm.

I'm trying to determine whether
he was the innocent he claimed to be.

Oh, I thought that had been sorted out
when you were in nappies.

I think these sorts of questions
are rarely completely sorted out,

are they?

Was it history
that you taught in school?

School?

[chuckles]

No, Roy, Betty taught at Oxford.

[stammers]

You hide your light under a bushel,
don't you?

[both chuckle]

There he goes,
trailing his clichés behind him.

I think he's quite charming.

You did not just say that.

Do I detect a touch of jealousy?

[Stephen] Hello.

Ah.

Betty says wherever you need to go,
I'm to take you.

Where to?

Departure lounge on the River Styx.

An old friend's got pancreatic cancer.
Said I'd drop by.

Nice. Can I take your bag?

Thank you, Stephen.

- It is very kind.
- Ah, you're welcome.

- Thank you.
- Mind your fingers.

[barge horn honks]

[siren wailing]

Uh, would you like to come and see him?

Uh, no. I wouldn't want to intrude.

[Roy] Shall we resume?

Uh, I've got something to say.

I'd like to thank everyone
for making the effort

to convene us again today
after our first meeting.

We got off on the wrong foot.

Well, I know I did. Unintentionally.

As a gesture of this,
and to decrease your risk,

we have increased our stake
to 100,000 each.

Doubling it to £400,000.

Well said, Bryn.

Well.

[chuckles]

Let's crack the vodka!

[all chuckle]

All right.

Bryn!

-[Vincent] The second time's a charm.
-[Beni] Good day's work.

[Vlad] I'm pleased.

-[laughs]
-[grunts]

[grunts and smooches]

He's wearing a fucking wire!

Police.

[tires screeching]

Police!

[Bryn] Fuck!

Police!

-[officer 1] Freeze!
-[officer 2] You! Freeze!

[Vincent] Get back!

No, no, no!

That way! Use the back stairs!
Use the back stairs! Stairs!

[officer 1] You're under arrest!
Don't move!

[officer 2] Stop!

[officer 1] Freeze right where you are!

[officer 2] Stop!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

English investor class.

[both laughing]

[Roy] Vlad.

Thank you. Well done. Well done.

-[Vlad speaks Russian]
-[others respond in Russian]

[Roy] Tickety-boo!

[ambulance siren wails]

And? Was he glad to see you?

Poor sod didn't even know I was there.

Really? Another bottle?

Your grandmother's
throwing caution to the wind.

Fine.

No, thank you.

Oh, don't be such a prig!

This is your going-away dinner.

Yes!

[stammering] Where is it
that you're off to?

Uh, some...

Spandau Prison.

Is it for a long stretch?

[both laughing]

[Stephen] That's funny.

Spandau was where Albert Speer

and the rest of the Nazi war criminals
were imprisoned.

Return to the scene of the crime, eh?

Stephen believes in the power of place.

[Stephen] It's mostly rubble now.
But the past becomes more tangible

when one experiences the environments
in which they occurred.

I never was one for history.

I mean, what is the point
in looking back?

What's done is done,
and you won't undo it.

You may begin to understand it, though.

Ah.

Seems like you've had quite a past, Roy?

Oh, my! [chuckles]

Enough to last several lifetimes.

Were you in any branch of the services?

The armed services?

Yeah. The ones with guns, yeah.

I did serve in the army, as it happens.

The war.

Is that how you got the scar?

On your neck, there.

I told your grandmother when we met...

what I deplored most
in this life was a lie.

So instead of making up some story,

I'm going to say
that I prefer not to discuss

the circumstances
under which I was wounded.

I withdraw the question.
[chuckles softly]

I did it shaving.

Ah.

[both laughing]

Yes, yes. Very good. Very good.

Bye! Good luck!

Well, that was lovely, wasn't it?

Did you enjoy that?

[Roy] That's twice now.

Twice what?

Twice that car's come sneaking around.

[Betty] Are you sure it's the same car?

Yes. Silver Audi
with a scratch on both sides.

Well, I don't know who it is.

Tickety-boo?

Tickety-fucking-boo.

[engine starts]

[Roy] Oh, it's good to be
back in the city.

I don't know how much more
I can take of that place.

It's like being smothered in beige.

[chuckles]

Any grumblings
from our investment group?

As far as they know,
you and I are in custody,

their funds are frozen solid, and the
police are on the lookout for them.

Lose 100 grand apiece.

They've got no one to blame
but themselves.

Call it a lesson learned.

Well, it is that.

Should we take care of our problem?

Vlad?

Vinnie here says
that you're displeased with your fee.

I don't want a fee. I want a cut.

A share in the profits?

[Vlad] Well, same as you.

Same as Vinnie.

I value the verisimilitude
that you bring to the party, but I--

Don't fuck with me, Roy.

[man] The store is closed.
Please move on.

I know things about you.

- Who you really are.
-[front door closes]

-[whirring]
-[Roy] I make allowances

for poor manners.

I tell myself, cultural differences.

Do you know what you'd get

back in Shittingrad
for what you said just now?

Your head in a bag
with your balls in your mouth.

I, by contrast,
prefer an appeal to reason.

No!

[screaming]

-[blows landing]
-[screaming continues]

Since when do you do the shopping?

I'm exploring the joys of domesticity.

[Vlad screams]

To new pastures.

How much do you think she's worth?

Half a million at least.

The only challenge is the grandson.

The little shit's off on a wank
for a few days,

so this is an ideal window.

[Betty] I'm back!

Here in the kitchen!

Ah, Betty.

I hope you don't mind,

-but I've invited a friend over.
- Oh!

Vincent Halloran.

Betty McLeish.

-[Vincent] Hello.
- Hello.

[Roy] Vincent is my...

What is it you call yourself?

The investment advisor.
It means glorified accountant.

I'm just helping Roy get sorted.

You know, it's my will.

It's not a fortune...

but I've saved all my life,
and I am thrifty.

As anyone who's ever been
to a restaurant with Roy can attest.

It all sounds very complicated.
I'll leave you to it.

It's very simple, really.
The goal is just to minimize exposure.

Taxes and such.

[Roy] Truth be told,

I was hoping
you'd let me leave something to you.

What? Roy!

What are you talking about?

How long have we known each other?

No! You've got your son to think about.

Robert? Oh, no.

He's not in my will.

I don't approve of his lifestyle.

He designs kitchens.

Granted my little pot probably
won't make a ripple in what you've got.

Oh, people don't like
to talk about money.

It's a taboo subject,
but it's so important.

True. Like sex.

Or going to the lavatory. [chuckles]

Critically important, but not a subject
for polite conversation.

Yes, well, it isn't.

-[stammers]
- Well, what I think Vincent means is,

that we have to look after
what we worked to secure.

That's right!
One's interest, one's assets, family.

Might I ask what the strategy has been
vis-à-vis your estate?

I don't think
you could call it a strategy. [chuckles]

Uh...

I've got my savings, and then I've got
the fund that Alasdair set up.

And, of course, I own this house
because I paid cash for it.

So, if we include the savings,
the fund, and the house,

your total assets might come to--

It's about 2,700,000.
Something like that.

Maybe 800,
I think, the last time I looked.

May I call you Betty?

Well, over a five-year period,

I will project
an annual return of 15 to 20 percent.

-[whistles]
- That is a doubling of your money

in five years.

Is there a risk?

Well, there's a risk
in crossing the road.

Another benefit is that
our investments assist

in the growth of underdeveloped nations.

So, your money
would be helping those in need.

Well, that's nice to know, isn't it?

Double my money in five years?

A little more wouldn't go amiss.

Now, something for you to think about,
and you too, Roy,

is a way to manage your overheads
and streamline the investments.

Yes, what's that?

Well, to limit the administrative costs
and your tax liability,

you could both open a joint portfolio.

You mean combine my money with Roy's?

I'm sure you had something similar
with your late husband.

Well, yes, but we were married.

Yes. True.

But a combining of the assets

is the best way
of confounding the Inland Revenue.

[sighs]

Well, you certainly have given one
a lot to think about.

Thank you, um, Vincent.

[Roy] Mmm.

Vincent.

[Vincent sighs]

[car alarm chirps]

Do you ever get lonely in here?

What?

Well, this room. So quiet.

Roy, it's lovely of you to think of me,
but if you want sex,

I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, I wasn't going to suggest that.

Just a little cuddle.

I do appreciate it but...

I've always felt our relationship

was more along the lines
of a companionship.

We've moved on from that, surely.

It's not a swollen knee
that's keeping me here now.

We've developed an intimacy,

closeness.

We're close enough
that I clean your toilet.

And you do miss on occasion.

[both laugh]

I apologize.

I shall attempt to make true my aim.

But as to the two of us--

No, Roy. I do.
I know what you're saying.

It's just that...

Well, Alasdair and I...

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

I know I'm no treat...

but I've grown very fond of you, Betty.

[chuckles]

"Fond"? That's such an English word.

[groans affirmatively]

I've never been comfortable
with the word "love."

Not even with my wife.

Roy.

You just opened up to me.

[Roy] Mmm.

Well, we should do something
to mark the occasion...

but you've already turned me down.

[both laughing]

Look, if you would like me
to say "I love you,"

I'll certainly have a go at it.

When the time comes.

[object shatters]

[gasps]

Roy!

Roy!

[Roy] Betty!

What is it?

[Betty] There was a man.

Hang on. Okay.

Somebody tried to break in last night.

Do you know who?

There's a cunt in a silver fucking Audi
keeps coming around.

It could've been him...

but I can't work out why.

Should we put it off?

No, no.

She'll be back from the hairdressers
at 1:00.

So, Roy's had
a doubling of his investment.

It's what we like to call a "windfall."

How often do these windfalls come?

Oh, once or twice a year.

[laughing] Oh, my God!

£20,000?

That's like winning the lottery.

[Roy] Oh, investing with Vincent

is like winning the lottery
and Royal Ascot.

Given the size of your estate,
there'd be a windfall every week.

So, what would you...

Stephen?

I thought you were in Spandau.

Ah, did you?

Well, they let me out early.

[Betty] Oh, Stephen.

Why didn't you let me know
you were back?

You should have called.

What have you got her doing?

So, he moves in here with his gammy leg,

and the first time
I leave you alone with him,

he's got you giving him all your money.

- No! That's not what's going on here!
-[Roy] No, no, no...

That's jumping a few fences.

Listen, Roy, do you know what?

This isn't your house.

- Stephen!
- He's an intruder.

Can you see that?

You're embarrassing me in front
of Mr. Halloran and Roy who I...

Look, I'm sorry--

Don't-- Don't touch me.

Mr. Halloran, I am very sorry.

[Roy] Stephen, I know
my appearance on the scene

has altered your relationship
with your grandmother,

but I do have an advantage over you.

My age.

I'm of your grandmother's time.

The world we grew up in,
the world we knew.

And not being a member of the family,
there's an added compensation,

which you might call
a romantic possibility.

If Betty gains by something
that you couldn't possibly give her,

good for her. [chuckling]

God knows it's good for me.

Sorry.

Listen, my dear,

what if you gave the windfall
to Stephen?

£20,000, it'd be far too much.

He wouldn't know how to spend it.

Then half.

10,000 for Stephen,

10,000 for us.

Us?

That trip you mentioned.

The one you were planning
before Alasdair died.

Oh.

Oh, Roy.

You are the kindest person.

[Roy] My own Delilah.

Can't have you going on holiday
with all these shaggy bits.

So, where do you think we should go?

Alasdair and I were planning on
going to Paris, Venice, and then Berlin.

Oh, Berlin.

It's all so gray.

No, no. It's the most exciting city
in Europe at the moment.

Oh, yes. Incredible architecture.

And the restaurants, and the history.

Suppose we went
the warm and sunny route?

Like Costa Del Sol...

or some Greek island.

-[Betty sighs]
-[thud]

What would you think of that?

[Betty sighs]

Betty?

Betty, are you all right?
I'll call an ambulance.

No.

No, no, no. Call my doctor.

His number's on the noticeboard.

Likely you've had another stroke.

Oh, good Lord!

Oh, I've had them before.

Very small, very tiny,

little minor strokes.

[Dr. Livesey] Yes.

And the more you have,
the more damage they do.

Have you been taking
the pills I prescribed?

No.

There must be some treatment.

Yes. Bedrest. Surgery.

Reducing the tensions
and activities of my life till--

Mrs. McLeish.

I'm not gonna do it, Doctor. I'm not
gonna live as if I'm already dead.

And if you don't,
you won't live out the year.

[Roy] One, two, three.

Un, deux, trois.

Uno, dos, tres.

[sighs]

Are you all right?

When I saw you on the floor...

I mean, just a blink
and your life's changed forever.

You win.

Paris, Venice...

und Berlin.

[pills rattle]

Berlin?

Good.

-[Roy] Ah.
- Here you are, sir.

[Betty] No.

Um... Mmm.

Ah.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

And that umbrella looks as though
it's seen better days.

That's seen me through the war.

Yes. On the losing side,
by the looks of it.

[Roy chuckles]

[laughs] Perfect.

-[Roy] Thank you very much indeed.
-[Betty] Thank you.

It looks very good.

Yeah.

[Betty] Now, I'm going to show you
a pair of walking shoes

that I'm absolutely craving.

They're right here. There they are.

Aren't they beautiful?

I've had my eye on them for ages.

But they're very expensive.

What do you think?

Look, why don't you go in
and treat yourself?

And I'll meet you
at Fortnum's in an hour.

Huh? For tea.

- Oh, do you know, I think I will.
- Come on.

-[Betty] In an hour. Fortnum's.
-[Roy] Yes. Fortnum's.

[Roy] Excuse me!

Excuse me!

[woman over PA] This is Charing Cross.

This is the Bakerloo Line train
to Elephant and Castle.

[man on PA] Mind the gap.

Stand clear of the doors, please.

That was a good one you pulled, Roy!

The other bloke was all,

"Oh, don't make a fuss.
It's only money."

Then it hit me.

If the Russians were wired,

why didn't the police nick us
at the first meeting?

We committed fraud. Pure and simple.

The second meeting was so you could
double the take.

Greedy old Roy.

What do you expect me to do?

Give me back my 100,000 quid.

I don't have it.

Get it!

Or I'll tell the old bitch
you're shacked up with.

I'm gonna break something
other than a bloody flowerpot.

Oh, so that was you?

Clever Bryn.

[both grunt]

-[squelching]
-[screaming]

-[brakes squealing]
-[people screaming]

-[man 1] Help, help!
-[man 2] Help!

Help!

[woman] Please, an ambulance!
We need an ambulance!

Thank you.

God bless you.

[sighs]

[siren wailing]

[male officer] Out of the way, please.

Out of the way!

[female officer] Step aside, please.

[male officer] Out of the way.

Gentleman at Charing Cross. Responding.

Watch out! Out of the way, please.

To one side.

Oh! There you are.

New raincoat?

Well, it seemed necessary somehow.

Shall we?

[chuckles]

I think we should move up our flight.

-[Betty] What?
- Yes. I've got a sudden urge to leave.

Let's go tomorrow.

[Betty] Why not?

Thank you.

Alasdair was here at the end of the war.

He was always talking about
the Brandenburg Gate.

What it stood for.
How it was fought over.

And you wish he were here
to share it with you.

Don't you?

Yes.

But if he were,
I wouldn't be here with you.

All right.

Stephen!

[chuckles] Hey. I made it.

Hello. You did.

What are you doing here?

[Betty] We thought we'd surprise you.

Yeah. I wanted to apologize
for being an absolute shit.

You don't know Berlin, but I do.

-[sighs]
- So, what's first on the list?

Well, Brandenburg Gate.

- Yeah.
-[Betty chuckles]

[Betty] All that power.

[Roy] Yeah.

[Betty] All that confidence.

[Roy] Hmm.

Little did they know.

[speaking German]

True.

You speak German?

Sorry?

I wasn't really listening.

Will you say that again?

When they burn books, in the end,

they also burn people.

[Roy] Yeah.

Not exactly what I was hoping to hear
on holiday.

[chuckles]

[children laughing]

I didn't expect
there'd be quite so many balloons.

Looks like Disney runs it.

Still, preferable to being shot at.

Well, I wouldn't mind shooting a few.

I think someone's getting cranky.

Why don't you go back to the hotel?

Would you mind taking him?

I think I'm gonna go exploring.

Doctor said
you weren't to push yourself too far.

Well, the doctor can bugger off.

[Roy chuckles] Oh...

[Stephen] Do you know
how many people were shot

trying to escape over the wall?

No, Stephen. I don't.

I suppose you're about to tell me.

Hello?

Went the day well?

What happened?

It's just, I took a tumble.

I tripped on a paving stone.

-[winces]
- Oh! Let me clean those hands.

No, no, no. I can handle it. It's fine.

No. You can sit down.

[Betty panting]

[Roy] You're huffing and puffing.

Your heart's going a mile a minute.

Now, come on.

It has to be done.

Ooh...

Ooh!

Was it one of your spells?

No.

One minute I was up,
the next minute I was down.

It's this place.
There's so much history.

Everything is built on a heroic scale
that makes you feel powerless and...

There we are.

All done.

Roy's made it all better.

Hey, hey. Sorry.

[Betty] Have you got
the address, Stephen?

Uh, yes.
But first, a stop along the way.

The restaurant's booked at 8:00.

Yeah, trust me, it will be worth it.

[speaking German]

[taxi driver responds in German]

What is this place?

Humor me.

The owner's allowed us use of this flat.

It's changed a bit.

[Roy] Hmm?

Since you were last here, Roy.

Stephen, what are you doing?

[Stephen] I accessed
his service records.

Roy Courtnay.

Born Dorset. Only child. Father a vicar.

Lieutenant British Army of the Rhine.

Wounded. Berlin. At this address.

Well, yes. Roy told us
he was wounded in the war.

Yes, but this was
three years after the war.

And it involved a murder.

See, at that time,
Berlin was cut into zones.

American, French, Russian, British.

Lieutenant Roy Courtnay was assigned
to something called V Section,

headquartered here.

Oh, Stephen, I must correct you.

V Section was not headquartered
in Berlin,

it was a division of intelligence,
based in Hanover,

reporting directly to London.

We were in the business

of hunting Nazis.

V Section had got wind that
there was a man hiding out in Berlin.

Martin Geiger.

Not a trivial catch.

No. He'd been an administrator
at Bergen-Belsen.

So, I was driven into the Soviet Zone
by my German translator, Hans Taub.

It was my first time in Berlin.

But Taub, Taub had come home.

[Roy] Must be strange
coming back to all this.

I hate this city.

People who lived here
deserved what they got.

But surely your family--

My father died before the war.
The rest soon after.

I have no family.

[car horn honks]

[Roy] Taub was a lost soul.

The war had left him old
before his time.

Once we finish,

find a nice bar,
chat up a couple of girls.

What do you think?

Better to pay for one.

The price these days is not so much.

[Roy] And to arrest Geiger,
we needed the Soviets' approval.

We had to wear civilian clothes.

No dog tags. Nothing to identify us.

Geiger was staying with a friend,
Franz Konig.

Here. You're right.

In this flat.

The plan was that we would come here
while Geiger was at work,

say that we were German police
and wait for him.

A routine lift.

[doorbell rings]

Except that the war
hadn't really ended in Berlin.

Make the smallest mistake
and you could end up in enemy territory.

I didn't speak German,
so I left the talking to Taub.

[speaking German]

[Konig speaking German]

[Taub speaking]

[Konig speaking]

[Taub speaking]

[Konig speaking]

[Roy speaking English]
Taub did the heavy lifting.

All I had to do
was keep my bloody mouth shut.

[music playing over radio]

[Konig speaking German]

Herr Konig?

Uh... Ja, danke.

[Konig in English] English.

Geiger.

Come in.

Put the gun down.

[Taub] Just leave.

Gun!

[groans]

Okay. All right.

[Taub grunts]

[struggling]

[all straining]

Hans Taub was killed.

Geiger... got away.

[Stephen] Actually, no.

Martin Geiger was caught two weeks later
by a Soviet patrol.

His confession was very clear
about what had taken place.

Who was dead.

And who wasn't.

It all happened so quickly.

[grunting]

[door closes]

[Roy] When I opened my eyes,
I saw him lying there.

Courtnay. Roy Courtnay.

His face shot off.

I don't know how long it took me
to work it out.

Nothing could bring Roy Courtnay back.

His family would never
set eyes on him again.

But Taub, his...

My family...

they were all dead.

No one was waiting.

No one would mourn.

Becoming an Englishman
wouldn't be difficult.

I'd been teaching the language
since I was 14 years old.

At headquarters, people had
often remarked on the resemblance

between Lieutenant Courtnay and me.

This was my chance to get out.

To leave behind the country
that had given me a lifetime of misery.

I could start over.

Be on the winning side for once.

I crossed into the British Zone,
talked my way onto a transport plane,

and I was in England by next morning.

I typed a letter to the Reverend
and Mrs. J. I. Courtnay,

on their son's Remington,

informing them that my experiences
in Germany had changed me irrevocably.

That I saw
a different future for myself,

and that as my decision was final...

a clean break was the best solution.

[typewriter clacking]

All expressed kindly, rationally.

With love.

When that was over,

I changed my name to Roy Manning...

and I waited for them to die.

Yes. And when they did,
Roy Courtnay reemerged.

May I ask

what it is you hope to accomplish
with all this?

Justice.

A man named Hans Taub, presumed dead,
has been roaming the earth for 60 years,

not having paid the price
for a single crime he committed!

Hans Taub wasn't a war criminal.

He was conscripted.
He served in the infantry, both fronts!

Oh, you think you've caught yourself
a Nazi, don't you?

Well, have you looked
in the Dienststelle?

The personnel files,
the military trials?

Yes.

And did you see anything there
that implicated Hans Taub?

No.

The Russian files?

Anything there?

Well, not that I can find. No.

Nothing then.

For the last half-century,

I have lived as honestly
and as decently as any Englishman.

Honestly? You may not be a war criminal,
but there are plenty of other crimes--

Stephen, enough!

You assume it's necessary
to save your grandmother

from all sorts of imaginary dangers.

Look, you don't know him!

I make my own choices.

And I don't need your permission.

If you can't respect that,
then I think it's just as well

that we don't see each other
for a while.

Obviously, I'm intruding.

[front door closes]

Do you know who you are?

You're the only person on this planet

who makes me feel that I'm not alone.

Oh, to hell with Venice and Paris.

Let's go home.

[chuckles softly]

Oh!

Glad to be home.

- Oh, yes.
-[chuckles]

Roy.

Why don't you call Vincent?

What?

Let's go forward with the joint account.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

So, we're going to do the usual?

I transfer my funds,
she transfers hers...

and then I suck the money
out of the account.

You're gonna take the lot?

It's nearly £3,000,000.

After a lifetime of effort,

where a good score is 100,000
split too many ways,

yeah, you bloody bet
I'm gonna take it all.

It's what we like to call a windfall.

It wouldn't hurt
to leave her a bit though, would it?

When I'm running down the hill,

I don't want to have to depend
on the fucking National Health Service.

I plan on having enough money to just
sit on a beach, sipping champagne.

[chuckles] Is that why
you think you do it? For the money?

It's the game. It's the adrenaline rush.

What if it is?

You'd get just as big a jolt
if you left her a little bit to live on.

What am I now, a charity?

No.

But, this one,
she's pretty ill, isn't she?

Well, do you think I don't know that?

And who do you think
has been caring for her?

I see to it that she gets
the right pills at the right time.

I make certain
she's in bed at a decent hour.

No refined sugar, no caffeine.
No talk of politics

or her bloody blood pressure
goes through the roof!

I don't need you to tell me
that she's ill for...

[inhales sharply and exhales]

You don't wanna do this, Roy.

Don't I?

Don't tell me what I want, Vin.

I'll do what I do.

If your feet are getting cold--

No.

Mmm-mmm.

I'm in.

Good.

I'll just close up here
and then it's onto the next flat.

And the next Roy.

[Roy straining]

Are you having second thoughts?

No.

Not a bit.

To the matter of the joint trust.

Are you both agreed to the combining
of your individual assets?

I am.

I am.

Please, sign here. Here and here.

Both copies.

So, shall we effect the transfer?

Yes.

The bank here is Hayes & Paulsen
in the Caribbean,

and with these keypads you can
log into your joint account at any time

to see
how well your investments are doing.

Betty, will you please transfer
your funds into the joint account?

[Betty] Uh...

[hesitating]

I wonder, I mean,
is it wise to transfer all of it?

To take it right down to zero?

I mean, wouldn't it be a good idea
maybe to leave a bit?

That would be prudent, wouldn't it?

True. It might be.

But it's also true
that the less one puts in,

the less one gets in return.

- Ah, well, that is a point.
-[Betty] Mmm.

It's just that...

[stammering] Well, I had a recent...

Vincent, Betty has had
some health issues of late.

Nothing terribly serious,

but it does make one think twice
before taking a risk,

even on such sound investments.

Which is why
I've been holding back... a bit myself.

1-7-1...

7-7-6.

I put in everything.

Everything.

You certainly have.

[Betty] Ooh!

You've been hiding your light
under a bushel as well.

No, no. I said I was thrifty.

And then some.

I'm all in, too.

Roy, will you now deposit your funds?

Um...

[Roy and Betty laugh]

[Betty chuckles] Yeah. Yeah.

So, now for security and so that only
you two have access

to the joint account,
you need to create a passcode.

Um, 6 letters.

[Roy] Some...

What about that?

Well, flowers?

No, that's seven letters,
isn't it? It is.

No, no. The kind of flowers.

Oh, lilies! Oh!

Nice.

Well, if that's your choice,
please type "lilies" into your pads.

I. I. I.

- Done! Ha! Congratulations!
- Yes.

[chuckles]

[cell phone ringing]

I think
we should celebrate with champagne.

Well, I would,
but I'm afraid I'm driving.

Oh.

Don't you want to get that?

What? Oh, no. Right.

[Roy chuckling]

Vincent, thank you.

Thank you.

Until next time.

[exhales softly]

-[bottle cork pops]
-[glasses clink]

What are we drinking to?

What we must always drink to,

the future.

The future.

How should we spend the profits
when they start to come in?

I thought maybe we could book a cruise,

or we could get one of those
timeshares in Mallorca.

Yes, we could.

Anyway, we don't have to decide now.

No, no, there's plenty of time
for all that.

The important thing is
it's all packed away in one place

-where it's safe and sound.
-[chuckles]

Like us.

Oh, hadn't you better check your mobile?

-[Roy] Hmm?
-[Betty] Mmm!

That call. Was there a message?

Was there? I don't know.

[cell phone beeping]

Mmm.

It's my son.

Robert?

Yeah. He's in London.

Had some kitchen show.

He's flying away to Canada tomorrow,

wants to know
would I like to see him tonight.

- Oh, you must!
- No.

We're not close.

Roy, he's your son. I'll drive you.

I'd love to meet Robert.

Oh, no, no.

[grumbling]

I'll take the train.

I doubt there's much chance of it,

but if we go to dinner and it gets late,

well, then I might stay over.

- Oh, yes, that's a good idea.
- Yeah.

Why don't you grab some water
for the journey?

You don't want to get dehydrated.

Ah.

Thank you.

- Cupboard on the left.
-[Roy] Right.

Top shelf right at the back.

Oh, dear, this one?

Yeah.

I don't think I'll go.

Why should I
when I can stay right here with you?

I do love you, you know.

Stick to the plan, Roy.

Go to London. See your son.

[man on PA] Train now approaching
Platform 4.

-[Roy] After you.
- Oh, thank you.

[classical music playing]

[over answering machine]
This is Vincent Halloran.

Please leave your name and number
after the tone.

Get over to the fucking flat.

I don't have the fucking keypad!

Cunt's got one fucking thing to do.
Stay near the fucking phone!

Fucking cunt can't even get that right.

[woman] Hayes & Paulsen.

This is Shayla. How may I help you?

Yes.

My name's Roy Courtnay.

I'm trying to transfer
some funds from my account.

And I've left my keypad at home.

We can courier another keypad to you.

I just need to ask you
a few security questions.

And how long would it take
to get the new pad to me?

A couple of days.

Is there any way

- I can do the transfer over the phone?
-[music stops]

I'm sorry.

But I'm afraid you're gonna
have to go home and get that pad.

Yes, you're right. I am.

[breathing heavily]

[groans and exclaims]

[car door closes]

Betty?

Betty!

What are you doing here, Roy?

Robert's flight was delayed.

Oh, dear. How did you find out?

He called.

Betty. Where is everything?

What's that you're doing?

Oh, I was looking at our joint account.

I've entered the passcode,
so I am, as you say, "in."

Now, every time you lie,
I press this button,

and £50,000 leaves our joint account
and goes into another account.

Different passcode, different bank.

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

You just lost £50,000.

I haven't the slightest idea.

Another 50.

Betty, it's me.

Roy.

I... I mean Hans.

Now, tell me again,

how did Robert let you know
his flight was delayed?

Well, he called me.

Well, I mean
that he left a message for me.

[button clicks]

Oh, Betty. Oh, for God's sake.
I don't know.

I don't know.

So, now you're calculating how much
you can lose before it gets serious.

Let me save you some money.

You came back for this.

Oh, well, I did notice
that I didn't have it with me.

Mmm, you thought
you'd taken it to London.

I thought I-- I had.

And it was so important
you came all the way back.

Well, no reason to spend the night
in town, if you can come home.

Does this look like home?

Isn't it beginning to sink in
just a little bit?

Betty, what the hell is going on?

Oh, my, you are slipping,
aren't you, Roy?

Robert didn't call
or leave you a message

because there is no Robert.

You have no son.

Come on, Roy,

you must see it.

It's been right in front of you
the whole time.

Flowers?

Lilies.

[inhales sharply]

Lili?

Hans.

[Betty] Back then,
Friday was my favorite day of the week.

Friday was when Hans Taub
came to teach me English.

I wanted to greet you myself,

but you came early and I wasn't ready.
So Mother had you wait.

[Frau Schröder speaking German]

[in English] Your daughter is
a very good pupil, Frau Schröder.

She says you speak in English only.

That is the point of learning it.

[indistinct chatter]

[man speaking German]

[door closes]

[indistinct conversation between women]

[Betty] I've often wondered,
what if I'd been ready earlier?

If you'd never seen my sisters that day.

[music playing on record]

[chuckles]

[all speaking German]

[clears throat]

[laughing]

[gasps]

Hans.

[Hannalore exhales sharply]

[music stops]

[fabric tearing]

[Lili] Hans!

[in English] I am ready
for my English lesson.

It's pretty, isn't it?

This is the lock of hair
that you gave me.

[Betty] I suppose I worshipped you.

But you never noticed.

Do you like me, Hans?

The look on your face.
You never considered the question.

I'm fond of you.

Does "fond" mean "love"?

Stand up.

Here.

"Stand absolutely still," you said.

Close your eyes.

"And close your eyes."

[Lili whimpering]

[Hans grunts]

[Lili struggling]

[Lili whimpering]

And then you raped me.

[Lili whimpering]

[Betty] As consolation
for your humiliation.

As revenge.

I was small.

I was easier to manage than my sisters.

[sobs]

I was less of a stranger.
Less of a challenge.

Oh, it was over very quickly.

When you were finished,
I remember thinking,

-"I must put on a clean dress. "
-[zipper zipping]

[door opening]

Lili?

[speaking German]

Hans!

[Herr Schröder] Lili?

[Lili sobs]

[door opens and closes]

[Betty] Two days later,
my father was arrested.

Someone had denounced him as a traitor.

He was tried, found guilty, and hanged.

The money, the factory,
everything was confiscated.

It was all too much for my mother,
so she committed suicide.

And then it was just the four of us.

Well, we took in boarders.
First they paid, but then they couldn't.

And then towards the end of the war,

my sisters were in the kitchen trying to
make three eggs feed a dozen people.

And a bomb struck.

Killed them all.

They'd let me sleep, so I was unharmed.

Two weeks later,
Hitler committed suicide.

And then the Russians came.

You know,
it's very peculiar doing things

you'd never in your life imagined...

just so that you can live another day

to do them all again, and more.

And worse.

Secrets between you, God,
the devil and the dead.

Lying.

Becoming a very good liar.

Betty...

Lili...

I never intended you any harm.

When you denounced my father,
what did you imagine would happen?

Well, I suppose I should have known

that your family would be
in some kind of trouble.

How could I calculate these things?
I was a child.

You were 15!

You knew exactly what you were doing,
didn't you?

Well, I suppose...

Well, I don't know.

-[button clicks]
- Do not do that one more time.

Your sisters humiliated me.

Your father wronged me.

I wanted to teach you a lesson.

And there it is.

Oh, Betty.

Why did you go to all this trouble?

Once you'd found me,
you could have just talked to me.

Well, I doubt whether I would have
accomplished very much if I'd said,

"Hello, I'm Lili Schröder.
I'm the girl you raped in 1943."

Talk to you, Roy?
No. First I needed to study you.

Fortunately, Stephen
is an absolutely brilliant researcher.

So it wasn't difficult for him
to track your criminal career.

You even appeared in the newspaper
a few times,

which helped me become precisely
the kind of naive older woman

you like to victimize.

Estelle?

Well, you've had your fun.

But so what?

There's nothing to connect me with Taub.

Do you remember our last day in Berlin
when I went exploring?

When you fell.

[Betty] I went back
to my family's house.

You'd barely recognize it.

It's a children's charity.

Hello, I'm Betty McLeish.

Danke schön.

[Betty] There was no reason to believe
I'd find what I was searching for.

[carpet ripping]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[yelps]

[jingling]

My silver locket with your hair in it.

You see, I already had a sample.

Oh, Betty, you know I could have
kept going tonight, but I came back.

You came back for this.

But I'd moved all of my money out
as soon as your train left the station.

Vincent helped me
with the very, um, technical bits.

- Vincent?
- Yes!

[Betty] Stephen had a word with him
before we left for Berlin.

I think he put it to him

that multiple charges of forgery, fraud,
and extortion

were not the legacy
he might want to leave his children.

Did he try to warn you?
We were rather afraid that he might.

Oh, and by the way,
you know Stephen's not my grandson.

I mean, I do have grandchildren,
too many of them to count,

but Stephen's not one of them.

Oh, you did meet one actually. Michael.

You know, the chap in the silver Audi.

He's very protective of his gran.

Stephen's his partner.

Yes, they were very helpful in setting
the stage for our little play.

Every bland detail carefully chosen
to lull you into a sense of complacency.

[man] There.

Boring Betty in her boring house.
What an easy mark she'll make.

Your strokes? That doctor.

I suppose all that was a lie, too?

Yes, of course. He's a friend of mine.

We wanted to soften you up so you'd put
all of your money into the account.

And why... Why...

after all these decades?

Why do all this?

Because for 60 years,
I've been locked in that room with you.

And the only way to free myself
was to face you.

Do you want me to ask forgiveness?

I will. Yeah.

I beg you.

Oh, Roy. I forgave you a long time ago.

I'm beyond you now.

Tonight when I saw
that I didn't have that bloody keypad,

you know, I was elated.

What I said at the station,
I meant every word.

And that's why I came back.

I'm leaving you this.

You may well need it.

Where are you going?

[Betty] Home.

[lock clicks]

There are people outside
just waiting for me to call.

With this?

Help!

Come here.

- Help! Help!
- Shut up.

Shut up.

Help! Help!

[screaming]

[grunts]

[both struggling]

[screaming]

[muffled screaming]

[strained] Help!

- I said shut up!
- Help!

Help! Help! Help!

-[bone cracks]
-[Roy screaming in pain]

My God!

[Roy sobbing]

[screaming]

[cell phone beeps]

[grumbling in anger]

[door opening]

Well done, Betty.

Are you going to give me my money, Roy?

I don't have it.

I think you'll find
he's got exactly what you're owed.

And if he says otherwise,

he's lying.

[door closes]

Are you gonna hand it over?

Nein.

-[blows landing]
-[Roy screaming]

[respirator hissing]

[nurse] A person lives a long,
full life, with barely a scratch,

just to get beaten by hooligans
and have himself a stroke.

It makes you almost doubt the world.

The generation that won the war.

He can't talk or move much,
but he can hear you.

Hello, Roy.

You can hear fine, can't you, Roy?

You a relative?

No.

But I'll have to do.

[mumbling]

Here.

Pretend it's champagne.

[Betty] Ein, zwei, drei.

It is so good to see you
back in your natural surroundings.

Yes, you prefer tea on the lawn
to a beer hall.

That's because you're English.

You know, any mistakes
that I made in Berlin...

were because... I'm so fond of you.

[Betty] Hmm.

"Fond."

Here. Take this.

Yes.

Off we go.

She's always been that sort of person.

Ooh, I'll have one.

Now she's going to force me
to go outside.

[Betty] Look what I've got.

Oh, yes, please. Lovely.

You can have him back now.

Aw, I was hoping you'd keep him.

Shut up.

[Stephen] Michael,
give your mum one first.

[Michael] Okay, fine.

There you go, Mum, for you.
More champagne?

- Dad, you're all right?
-[child squealing]

Drink?

[chatter and laughter]

[children frolicking]

Be careful!

It's deeper than it looks.

It's all right, Gran.