All language subtitles for Randall & Hopkirk Deceased s01e04 Never Trust a Ghost.ned

Hey, look out!

- What do you want?
- You, Howarth. Just you.

You? But you've...

Rawlins, here... Yes, it's done.

No, there were no witnesses.

It's about time you showed up.
Where've you been?

Jeff.

Er, why don't you relax?
There's plenty of time.

- I'll fix you a drink. Vodka?
- Super.

Jeff.

Marty, I'm busy.

This can't wait!

- You must be joking.
- I'm serious. Get rid of her.

Get rid? Do me a favour,
Marty, get lost!

Is anything wrong, Jeff?

Er, no. Nothing.

There's been a murder. I saw it.

- Jeff?
- Oh!

I'll just top up my glass.

- What do you mean, you saw it?
- I was in the house.

What can I do?

Get rid of her
and tell the police.

I saw the killer.
They can catch him.

Sandra...

What would you say
if I told you I had to go out?

I'd rather write it down.

- There'll be other nights.
- Will there?

- Do you want to bet?
- Look at it this way.

We hardly know each other.
We should think it over first.

All right, Jeff.
You think things over

and then... drop dead!

Yes? Clayton, here.

Ah. It's Jeff Randall.
The Yard told me you'd gone home.

Randall, did they tell you that
I planned to sleep for 12 hours?

I have a case
you'd be interested in.

Randall, at the moment,

there's only one case
I'd willingly handle - murder...

- 'Your murder!'
- How about someone else's?

When?

You're sure this is the house?

- Positive.
- And his name was Howarth?

That's what the killer
called him.

It's very vague. Why didn't you
grab the killer or follow him?

Come on.

You think someone's in?!

Listen. We do it by the book,
just in case.

Yes?

Inspector Clayton, New Scotland
Yard. May I come in?

Yes, of course.

Jeff...

It happened over there.

Howarth got to that door,
then was shot.

- Your name is Howarth?
- Yes, Karen Howarth.

Now, what's this all about,
Inspector?

I have information that forces
me to see your husband.

But he's in bed, asleep.

Can't it wait
till a more civilised hour?

She's lying.

I suppose he's a deep sleeper?

Very! I won't wake him up,
he gets too little as it is.

He's getting plenty now.
You're in on this, aren't you?

Just what is going on, Karen?

He was killed.
I don't understand.

- Your husband?
- Of course it's my husband.

Well, Randall, will you make
the introductions, or shall I?

Mr. Howarth?

Yes.

It's him all right, Jeff.

I saw him murdered
less than an hour ago.

It seems
there's been some mistake.

Marty, I'm in no mood for jokes.

It wasn't my fault.

- It was your murder.
- Too smart, that's all.

All? Marty, there was no murder.
You made a mistake.

I watched Howarth shot down.

I watched Howarth
threaten to sue me!

Jeff, it looks crazy,
but try and find a motive.

Who is this Howarth?

He's a perfectly respectable
civil servant. Forget it, eh?

What branch?
Whitehall? Ministry of Defence?

He's not MI5, he's not DI6,

he's not the FO
or anything else.

But suppose he was.

He's alive. That's all I know.

Well...

Well, I'm not satisfied!

Nobody goes to such trouble
for nothing.

It was obviously well planned.

- What can I do?
- See Mrs. Howarth again.

- She'd have hysterics.
- Not if you apologised.

- Not a chance.
- Jeff.

No!

Randall!
You were told to stay away.

I had to apologise for my
incredible behaviour last night.

- Very well.
- May I?

Won't you sit down, Mr. Randall?

Thank you.

The fact is, Mrs. Howarth,
my conduct was inexcusable.

Go on.

You're doing great.

Find out what her husband did.
I'll take a look around.

Well, Mr. Randall?

Er, yes...
I received certain information,

which led me to believe
your husband was in danger.

In which way?

I believe he's important
in the Civil Service?

He's head of a department,
that's all.

A security department?

No, he's senior bookkeeper
at the Treasury.

I fail to see what that
has to do with last night.

That's it exactly.
I had the wrong man.

Not your husband at all,
but I had to make sure.

A pity you didn't find out
before you came.

I'll give Mr. Howarth your apologies.

Yes. I could wait
if he won't be long?

- That won't be necessary.
- Jeff, wait!

The man
who killed Howarth, he's here!

Good day, Mr. Randall.

- He's in the study.
- I WILL wait.

I haven't apologised in person.

- It doesn't matter.
- I'll keep quiet.

- Where's the study, here?
- How dare you!

I only said I'd wait...
is somebody already there?

Don't be ridiculous.
I told you to leave.

You've got her going.
He's in there all right.

- May I use the phone?
- No, and don't go in there!

Who don't you want me to see,
Mrs. Howarth?

- You've done it again!
- He was here.

He couldn't have left.

You won't get away with this.
Not this time.

- Thanks a lot, Marty...
- Thanks a lot.

Thank you, Sergeant.

- Like a coffee, Randall?
- No, thanks.

Cigarette?
How about some sandwiches?

I'd hate to think I was getting
privileged treatment.

For you, Randall,
it's a pleasure.

What are the facts, then?

You break into
this poor woman's home,

defy all her orders to leave,

utter libellous remarks,

assault her,
causing great mental anguish,

then proceed to force your way
into the private study,

committing further assault
with intent.

I'd no idea I was so busy.

Let me see, now...
six, two, four...

That's splendid, Randall,
a total of at least 18 years.

- Only if YOU judge the case.
- Possibly, possibly.

Sign at the bottom.

The only statement I'm signing
says I called to apologise,

she misunderstood
my interest in her husband

and got upset
when I asked to use the phone.

You're being difficult.

You drop the charges,
I won't sue for false arrest.

All right,
let's go over it again.

Yes? Yes, Clayton here.

Yes, sir.

Yes, he's here now, sir.

Yes, James Howarth.
His wife made the complaint.

Yes, of course, sir.

Yes, I understand, sir.

- Trouble, Inspector?
- Get out, Randall!

- What about the charges?
- There aren't any.

- Better luck next time.
- Out!

- You're late.
- Yes.

Thanks to you.

Me? Why?

- Where's Rawlins?
- He's in the study.

He's not!

Nothing's gone wrong?

Not unless you mean two hours
with the Special Branch.

Oh, no!

What happened?
Do they suspect anything?

Don't panic. Rawlins?

Yeah.

- What were you up to today?
- I'm not with you?

She telephoned Scotland Yard
about Randall.

What did you expect?
He forced his way in.

And so the Special Branch
spent two hours asking me why.

- What's it to do with you?
- I'm classified!

Any trouble
and the Security boys move in.

- I wanted to get rid of him.
- You nearly got rid of me.

Suppose they'd checked my
fingerprints, handwriting?

I wouldn't have stood a chance.

Did they suspect anything?

No. But we'll have
to speed up the schedule.

I'm about halfway through.

If I can't get the rest by the
weekend, we'll go without it.

- They won't like that at home.
- Maybe not,

but they haven't got
two bodies in the basement.

Bodies?!

- Jeff, I've found them!
- Them?

The Howarths!
Dead in the basement!

I don't want to know.

But it explains why
the woman called the police...

I don't care if it explains why
the Marie Celeste was abandoned.

- I don't want to know.
- But you've got to help.

- I've got to sleep.
- That's marvellous, isn't it

I crack the case
and YOU don't want to know!

What sort of partnership's that?

A posthumous one,
not recognised by law.

Don't quibble.
It's the biggest case you'll have.

It's on the verge
of costing me my licence.

Jeff.

Jeff? We've been friends
for a long time, haven't we?

I came to your funeral,
didn't I?

Yes. You've always trusted
my judgement and backed me up.

Once or twice.

Then listen
to what I've found out.

All right,
tell me a bedtime story.

Well, for starters, Howarth
is doing a top-secret job.

But the real one is dead.
And his wife.

The two we saw are impostors.

They're keeping up appearances
while they're spying.

- It's all in the basement?
- All the proof you need.

Let's look at those bodies
and get out of here.

This way.

- Mind the rubbish.
- Don't worry about me.

They're over there on the table.

On the table?

Yes, they're both...
But they were here.

Yes, but when you left, Marty,
they went upstairs to bed.

They've moved them, fearing the
Special Branch may get curious.

You never give up, do you?

All your story needs is the FBI,
and we can sell tickets.

The study! Their stuff up there,
they can't have shifted that.

No, they've been too busy
schlepping bodies downstairs.

- Now you've done it!
- I've done it?!

Listen, one more...

Hey, you, stop!

Rawlins!

Oh, shut up!

- What's going on?
- Someone was here.

- Randall?
- I didn't see.

It must have been.
Good job we moved those bodies.

- Where did you put them?
- Yeah.

So he hasn't got any proof.

I'd better make sure
he doesn't try again.

There's an easier way.
Karen, phone the police.

Say you found him in the study.

What? But you said...

I know,
but the situation's changed.

The police will do
the job for us.

And no more questions.

Marty? Marty, can you hear me?

I need an alibi.
I'm in real trouble this time.

I need an alibi, fast!

Hello?

Jeff?

Do you know what time it is?

Jeannie, you've got ten minutes
to get to my place.

- Don't waste a second.
- But I'm not even dressed.

- That's how I want you.
- Jeff Randall, are you drunk?

Jeannie, please do as I ask.
If you don't, I'll get ten years.

- Yes?
- It's me. It's Jean.

All right, start talking
and it had better be good.

- It is. Get into bed.
- That's NOT a good reason.

- You're as bad as M...
- As who?

Never mind.
Unless you convince Inspector Clayton

that we've been here all night,
I'm in dead trouble.

Oh, no. What have you done?
Or shouldn't I ask?

It's what
I'm supposed to have done.

Well, Jeannie?

It's the law, Jeff.

Er... yeah, I know.

Put 'em up.

- Randall.
- Arrest him. That's my wife.

- I can explain.
- Can you?

I warn you, anything you say
will be taken down...

- What are you talking about?
- Don't interrupt.

Thank your lucky stars
you're not dead, or I'd...

- I said I can explain.
- I know.

Breaking into the Howarths'
half an hour ago.

That's right.
And if he was, then he...

She's your alibi!

Inspector, I haven't
been near the Howarths'.

Randall...

Randall,
you're spoiling it for me.

I want this moment to stay
with you for a LONG time.

You were seen.
You haven't a leg to stand on.

You said that this afternoon,
but you changed your mind.

Yes, he withdrew the complaint,

but now he realises
how wrong he was.

We're throwing
the book at you, Randall!

Jeff, what is it?

Ooh, Inspector!

Good evening, Mrs. Hopkirk.

Now, let's talk calmly
about this, Inspector.

I'm a private investigator,
not a crook.

And I wouldn't break into
the Howarths' tonight, now would I?

All right, Randall.

- Oh, Randall?
- Mmm?

If I thought
for one moment that you...

Thought what, Inspector?

Nothing.

Jeannie,
I'm sorry I thought that...

I mean, it was a shock
seeing you lying there...

Good night, Inspector.

Where do you think you're going?
Get out!

You're sure about this, Rawlins?

I saw Randall go out this morning.

The car's about to pick me up.

If the Special Branch question us,
we can't fool them forever.

I know that.
But why was Randall released?

Does it matter?
The chances are that Scotland Yard

will pass on their report
to the Special Branch tomorrow.

- You'll get the stuff today.
- What if Randall shows up?

We can't afford that, can we?

No, we can't, can we?

Take care of it.

There's the car.
Don't waste any time.

Don't worry, I won't.

Jeff!

Jeannie, where's Jeff?

Randall and Hopkirk?

Er... no, Mr. Randall isn't here.

Well, I should think in about,
um, half an hour.

Can I take your name and...

Randall will be back
in half an hour.

Randall... Detective...
problem with ghosts.

- That's right.
- Yes, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

I understand you're
well acquainted with ghosts.

There are few ethereal manifestations
which I have not experienced.

Good, then you're just the man.

- Yours to command.
- What I need to know is...

Do ghosts always tell the truth?
Are they trustworthy?

Interesting. You suspect
a ghost of telling you lies?

I-I'm acting for a client.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Theoretically, it's impossible
for a ghost to tell a lie.

No motive and even less incentive.

Yes, I see.
But can they be mistaken?

How can a ghost know
what is true or false?

- I'm not with you, Professor.
- It stands to reason.

Ghosts exist in a fantasy world
that is neither here nor there.

A world populated by
figments of their imagination.

What is true to a ghost
could be the reverse to us.

I see... figments
of their imagination.

Pure fantasy.

- So they have hallucinations?
- All the time.

Take my word for it...
Never trust a ghost.

Never trust a ghost.

I've had a job finding you!
Where've you been?

Nowhere. Why didn't you wait
at the office?

There's no time.
I've been at the Howarths'.

They're finishing the job today
and they're going to kill you.

Oh, really?
That's a bit drastic, isn't it?

- Drastic?! It's fatal.
- Try not to worry, Marty.

What?! They've already murdered
the Howarths. You've got to hide.

- OK, I'll think about it.
- Think about it?!

Look, why don't you try
and take things easy?

Jeff, you don't believe me,
do you? Listen, I'm serious.

If you don't do something,
we'll be shaking hands tonight.

That'll dead funny, won't it?

Jeff, you've got to be careful.
I heard them plan to kill you.

Listen, they could be waiting
up in the office right now.

All right, you go and check.
How's that?

- It's all clear at the moment.
- Hallucinations.

- What was that, Jeff?
- Nothing.

Now will you believe me?

Convince Clayton.
You can't fight them on your own.

- Shh!
- Eh? She can't hear me.

Oh.

- Oh!
- Time to go home.

- Oh, it is?
- Mmm.

But it's only 3:30.

I kept you up half the night.
I ruined your reputation.

Take the rest of the day off.

If you put it that way,
thanks very much.

Jean, I appreciate what you did.
I could have been in a spot.

Yes. Well, just don't make
a habit of it, eh?

In fact, don't even consider
making a habit of it.

Marty, do you think
they'll try again?

Bound to. You're the only one
who can put the finger on them.

Right, get over to the Howarths'
and find out how...

And you?

I'll give Inspector Clayton
a large dose of indigestion.

Yes, Clayton here.

Randall! The answer is no.

I want some friendly advice.

'Then ask a friend.'

You see, Inspector,
someone's trying to kill me.

I'll not rest until I've found your
killer... and shaken his hand.

All I need is information
about Howarth.

Look, Randall, you go near
that house again and so help me...

- Why is his work is classified?
- It isn't.

Check with the Special Branch.
I want to die knowing why.

- You're serious about this?
- 'Deadly.'

All right. I'll call you later.

Thanks a lot, Inspector.

Come in.

- Mr. Randall?
- That's right.

What can I do for you?

I understand you carry out
private investigations.

Yes.
What do you have in mind, Mr...

Smith. James Wentworth-Smith.

- Would you like to sit down?
- Thank you.

The address?

9 Merrin Close, Westminster.

There's nothing doing there, Jeff.
I couldn't find...

Now, Jeff, take it easy.
Don't panic.

This is Rawlins!

I see.

Perhaps you could tell me some
more about the case, Mr. Smith?

Yes, of course.

Be careful, he's got a gun.
Relax, be cool... laugh a little.

It's about my wife, actually.

She's involved with another man.

Is his name Rawlins?

Great! You've got him.

Right, then, Randall.
Let's see what you can do.

Jeff, he knows what he's doing.

He should be here by now.

- You don't think...
- Don't be so stupid.

If the cover's blown, we'd
know all about it, the hard way.

That'll be him now.

- All of it, every last one.
- Excellent. Any problems?

- None. We leave at midnight.
- Thank goodness!

I'll get moving with these.
Oh, by the way, we have a guest.

- Why didn't you kill him?
- I had a better idea.

He is a perfect suspect
for murder.

Oh, yes. Very good.

We'll bring
the bodies in here...

- Ah, Jeff, you've come round.
- Where've you been?

Trying to get you out.

- Inspector Clayton.
- How do I persuade him?

I don't think
they'll be much longer.

- It doesn't look good.
- Thanks.

You must think
of someone I can reach.

- No... Doctor Plevitt!
- Who?

- Who?
- Dr. Plevitt.

Who's he?

An expert
in psychic manifestation.

A friend who I visit
at the British Museum.

- Psychic manifestations?
- Yes, ghosts.

I'll be able to help him
communicate with the other side.

You're a cool one.

Thanks, Jeff.

My dear chap,
how nice of you to call.

- You can see me?
- Perfectly.

But don't be alarmed,
I'm very friendly.

Marvellous. Listen, I want you
to tell Inspector Clayton

at New Scotland Yard
to go to the Howarths'.

There's going to be murder.
He'll understand.

Well done. Perfect.

Come on!

My dear fellow, you're obviously
new to this haunting business.

- What's that got to do with it?
- Everything.

You have to understand
that you exist in a dream world.

Until you move on
to the next phase,

everything will be slightly
distorted, a fantasy.

Look, just make the phone call.

We don't want
to bother Scotland Yard

with your little nightmare,
do we?

Nightmare? You're talking
through the back of your head.

My dear fellow,
you must take my word for it.

I am fully qualified, you know.

- Not as qualified as I am!
- Let's not argue.

You've obviously adjusted
very well.

A little over-confident,
still...

- Will you make that call?
- Please, don't get excited.

I don't live in a dream.

How can I convince you
this is all your imagination?

Make that call.

- Tests.
- Tests?

Yes. You take my tests
and you'll see that I'm right.

The negative's good.
You must have got twenty pages.

Yes, I was lucky.

I found an error.

I kept the books
most of the afternoon.

I had no idea our balance of
payments crisis was so secret.

The information there is worth
more than your national debt.

Why? Unless you're secret agents
for the Inland Revenue.

You don't know
who Howarth was, do you?

He was in charge
of salaries for DI5

and every other department
of intelligence.

What we have here, Randall,

are the names of every agent
employed by this country.

Names, status
and zone of operations.

I see.

Bottom left-hand corner.

Bottom right.

In the centre.

Top left.

Top right. I'm quicker
than you, it's ridiculous!

Yes. They'll assume she was at
the door when Randall shot her.

Where will Randall be?

I think we'll have him
by the fireplace.

One clean shot in the temple -
suicide.

- They'll never believe it.
- They may not understand it,

but they'll believe
what they see.

- Hot.
- Cold.

- Wife.
- Husband.

- Me.
- You.

- Remarkable!
- Fantastic!

Got everything together,
Rawlins?

Yes.

- Karen, you'd better get ready.
- All right.

So, that's how you did it!

The mission was successful.

No doubt we shall
repeat the technique.

A butterfly, a star,
a man's head, a cat!

Absolutely astonishing!
You got every test right.

Of course. Now are you convinced
I'm not in a dream world?

- I don't have hallucinations!
- But you're a ghost.

- A remarkable ghost!
- You certainly are.

Then please stop messing about
and phone Scotland Yard.

- That's it.
- Good.

Now, let's get to the airport.

Randall, time
for you to depart.

The stuff,
through the window!

They got here in time, then?

Just about. How did you get on?

Terrible. That Dr. Plevitt
is living in a world of his own!

All right Randall,
what's been going on?!

Ah, well, this one here
and that one there

were murdered
by that one over there.

These two over here were
impersonating those two over there.

- This one -
- There's a body in the cupboard.

- There's a body in the cupboard.
- Where? Show me.

- Sorry, Jeff.
- Marty!

I must have had
an hallucination.

Sorry, Inspector -
a hallucination.

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