All language subtitles for Randall & Hopkirk Deceased s01e10 When Did You Start to Stop Seeing Things.eng

Mr. Randall?

Mr. Randall!

Mr. Randall!

Mr. Randall!

Mr. Tully?

You're not Mr. Randall.

Did he send you?

I don't understand.

Why here?
He said it was urgent.

That's right, Tully.
Mr. Randall sent me.

You can sing that, Jeff and I can
put it in the post straight away.

Oh, fine.

Thank you, Jeannie.

Morning, Jeff.
How we doing? Are we busy?

Come on, Jeff,
what are you working on?

Hey?

All right then, be like that. Ignore me.
I don't care. Two can play that game, you know.

Oh, Jeff, don't forget your appointment
with the Towler corporation, they're meeting at 10:30.

No, I won't.
Thank you, Jeannie.

Jeff?
Are you feeling ill?

Look, if I've done something wrong,
tell me. Don't just cut me dead. Well, you know, what I mean.

Jeff?

- I should be back before lunch.
- All right.

Jeannie?

What's the matter with him?

I felt very happy when I got up
this morning and all.

Ok, Jeff, come on.
What's it all about.

Come on, we're alone.
Cut it out.

What's the matter?
Come on, come on!

Jeff?

You can't see me,
can you?

Jeff, what's the matter?
Have you had a bang on the head?

Hey?

I think you need a doctor.

Good morning.

I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

I'm afraid, we have some rather
serious news, Mr. Randall.

I believe you know inspector Large.

Randall.

Well, you solved the case?

You know this man?

Yes, I've met him. He's one of your
directors, isn't he? Mr. Tully?

One of our financial advisors.

I understand you had an appointment
to see him last night.

Well, you understand wrong, inspector.

I spent last night with some friends
in a club till the early hours.

Well, let me in to the secret.

Tully's dead.

Shot last night.
Sometime between 10 o'clock and midnight.

Why wasn't I told?

You hired me to find out
who was leaking information.

If one of the suspects is killed,
I want to know.

I've only just been told myself.

The inspector here...

You're not paid to investigate
murder, Randall, I am.

And the first piece of evidence I turned up
was that Tully had an appointment to see you.

Impossible.

His wife heard him speaking
to you on the phone.

Then he went out.

Not to meet me.
I didn't speak to him on the phone either.

What possible reason could
I have to kill Tully?

Shall we move on,
gentlemen?

This is Mr. Holly,
our personnel director.

He's also here to...
to assist in any capacity.

I believe you already met Mr. Laker,
our general manager.

As you know, I didn't agree with Randall's
appointment in the first place.

But in view of Tully's death,
I'll see that all departments cooperate.

Yes, and the same goes for me, too.

Thanks.

Now, as I understand it, this investigation is into the possibility
of certain information being used on the stock market.

Precisely.

Unless we discover the culprit, the corporation
will be involved in the most unsavoury enquiry.

The stock market have
already started asking questions.

If we would be accused
of price-rigging...

I see.

And how far have you got, Randall?

I only just started as well.

He's faced with the considerable problem, inspector.

All we know is that someone's been buying huge blocks
of shares in companies we're about to invest in.

Quite unethical.

That's hardly a motive for murder.

Money is always a motive.

Inspector, last month the corporation
invested 24 million.

Just in ordinary shares.

An efficient operator could make that
into a hundred thousand in just one month.

Very well, so we'll assume
that Tully knew who this man was.

Why didn't he contact you?

Because someone put a bullet
into him first.

Now, it's perfectly simple operation, Mr. Tilvers.
You just... just lie back.

And relax.

That's right.

And now, you keep on watching
the centre of this disc.

Now after few moments
you begin to feel drowsy.

But, just...
just let yourself go.

I'm not had much to do
with hypnotism, Oliver.

I'll do that, old chap.

It just helps you to a light form of hypnosis.

Makes it easy for us to weed out
those problems of yours.

Now just relax.

And keep...
keep watching the disc.

That's right.

How much he charges
for all this rubbish?

Fifteen guineas.

- What did you say?
- Fifteen guineas.

You can hear me?

Great! Ehm...

Will you do something for me?

Listen...

You won't forget, will you?
Thanks a lot.

Ehm, how do I wake you up?

Count to three.

- One...
- Now, now Mr. Tilvers...

- Two...
- Listen carefully to what I say.

Three!

Splendid, Oliver.
I do quite splendid.

- Oh, my dear fella.
- I'm already looking forward to our next session.

Oh, and I nearly forgot.
The real reason for my visit.

I'd like you to see a friend of mine.
He's suffering from some form of breakdown.

Poor chap.
I'm sure you'll do him the world good.

His name's Randall.
Randall. Jeffrey Randall.

I'll give you his address.

Any calls?

Yes, two?
Both from the Towler corporation.

I've dealt with them.

Oh, and a sir Oliver Norenton phoned.

Norenton?

I can't place him.

You will, Jeff, you will.

He's a bit mysterious about it, though.
Wouldn't leave any messages or anything?

Probably a client.

Jean, why don't you take lunch now.
It's nearly one.

Oh, all right then.
Fine.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Don't you worry, Jeff.
We're soon gonna be back to normal.

Poor old Jeff.
I wonder what brought it on.

I think you're working to hard Jeff,
you know that. You gotta slow down.

- Hallo, Towler corporation?
- Yes.

- I'd like to speak to Mr. Holly, please.
- Hold on, please.

Thank you.

- Who is that?
- Jeff Randall.

Look, I couldn't speak to you in the meeting
this morning, especially with the inspector there.

- But I think I know the man responsible.
- You do, Randall?

- Well, who is it?
- No, I can't talk now.

But you're the only person I can trust.
So the sooner we get together the better.

Fine, I could come to your office.

No, I meet you at the Victoria and Albert museum.

Well, if you think that's best...

Military uniforms, in 30 minutes.

All right, I see you there then.

What was that all about, Jeff?

The sooner you get your
hairy back the better I like it.

Come in.

And about time, too.
Where have you been?

Mr. Randall?

Yes.

How are you? My name is Norenton.
I came as soon as I could.

Norenton?

- Sir Oliver?
- Precisely.

Now, I'm afraid, I haven't too much
time for our first session.

So, perhaps if you could give me the...
the basic symptom of your problem.

- My problem?
- Yes. Well, we all have them, old chap.

I find that if you confide in someone,
read out into the open,

then, you know...
the battle is half won.

Now, let's... let's have your
most irritating symptom.

He can't see me any more!

At the moment,
it's confusion.

Well, there's nothing wrong with confusion.

We're all victims of the pressures
of modern day living.

Ah, no.

I'm confused about you.

What exactly are you doing here?

I am a psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist?

I was told you needed help.

- Mr. Tilvers?
- I've never heard of him.

Whoever he is, I suggest
he needs help himself.

Possibly.

Possibly.

Well, eh, I'm sorry
I bothered you, Mr. Randall.

Well, you messed that up.

All you had to do was let him hypnotize you
and we're back in business again.

Help.

Help? Of course you need help, Jeff.
Of course, you do.

You just don't know it, yet.
That's all.

- Mr. Holly?
- Yes.

How did you know?

- Did Randall send you?
- In the manner of speaking.

Jeff?

You know, I still haven't got
last month figures yet.

Fine, as soon as you can.

Maybe you're working to hard, Jeff.

Too much pressure
and not enough sleep.

Oh, hallo, inspector.

What can I do for you
this afternoon?

Just a few more questions, Randall.

I told you,
I never phoned Tully.

Not Tully, personnel manage.

- Holly.
- Holly? What about him?

He's dead. Shot about an hour ago. But you
wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Now, just a minute, inspector.

The last time I saw Holly was with you
in Hepple's office this morning.

And the last time you spoke to him by phone?

I've never phone Holly.
Today or any other day.

What? Now wait a minute, Jeff.
You spoke to him at lunch time.

His office said that he had a call from you
and went out straight away.

Not from me.

Look, inspector, if you trying to pin something on me,
I think you oughta know I've not left this office all afternoon.

I knew it, Jeff. A nervous breakdown.
First me and then Holly.

You'll be forgetting
who Jeannie is next.

- Ask Jeannie.
- Well?

Well, it's ridiculous, inspector. He hasn't moved
from this office all day and neither have I.

Now, wait a minute, Jeannie.
You went out at lunch time, remember?

All right, Randall. We'll say someone
is very good at imitating your voice.

Let's.

And while you're at it,
find out, who's killing my clients.

Good afternoon, inspector.

Jeff, who could be doing it and why?

That's Large's problem,
not ours.

But they're your clients.

Our job is to find out
who's leaking share information.

It's got nothing to do with the private
vendetta in the executive suite.

Jeff, you are very ill.

It's not like you, Jeff.

Yeah, I suppose not.

It's getting me down a bit.

You've been working far too hard lately.

Exactly.
I keep telling him that.

It's nice of you to notice, Jeannie.

Of course I do.
I'm not just a secretary.

Now, that's very true.

You're far more than that.

Right!
Put 'em up!

Oh, come on,
you're not that shy.

What's the matter with you, Jeff?

You don't sit over there on the other side of the room
without thinking the same things that I do.

How could you?

All right, Jeff,
you've asked for this.

Now, it's just the same as our
normal little exercise, Mrs. Trotter.

Just lie back...
and relax.

Just keep looking at the spiral.

Let your mind go blank.

Oh, yes, sir Oliver.
These sessions are so relaxing.

That's right.

Just let yourself float away.

Listen to my voice.

Listen closely, Mrs. Trotter.
Can you hear me?

Concentrate. The deeper you go
to sleep, the louder you will hear me.

Sleep.
Go to sleep.

- Can you hear me?
- I hear you.

What do you hear, Mrs. Trotter?

- Shh, be quiet!
- Shh, be quiet!

Now, listen. I want you to go
and see a Mr. Jeffrey Randall.

And tell him you've come from Marty.

Marty.

- Marty?
- Will you shut up?

Will you shut up?

Now, listen.

- Have you got all that.
- Yes.

Now, you're falling
into a deep, deep sleep.

Rubbish!
Wake up, Mrs. Trotter!

Oh, come come, Mrs. Trotter.

We're not trying, are we?

I'm sorry, sir Oliver,
I have to leave now.

Leave?
But we haven't even started.

Some other time, sir Oliver.
I have an urgent appointment.

Oh, my dear lady, you always
keep your evening completely free.

Not this time, sir Oliver.
I have an urgent appointment with Mr. Randall.

Good evening.

Randall?

Randall!

How does she know Randall?

You'd never believe me.

Randall.

Relax.

Next time cough.
Or you might get indigestion.

I have a whiskey instead.

I gather everything
went all right wit Holly.

To easy.

How about inspector?

He's putting a pressure on.

But he's no problem.

The sooner we get it
over with the better.

We could take Hepple tonight.

- At his apartment?
- Why not? Make it look more like an inside job.

I'm gonna have trouble getting in there.
The only way is a private elevator and controls that.

You might, I won't.

Especially if he thinks
I'm onto the man who killed Holly.

All right.

But I use the same gun,
just to keep Large off balance.

Go in there.

- Mr. Randall?
- Yes.

Oh, splendid.

- What can I do for you, Mrs.?
- Trotter.

Trotter.
Emily Trotter.

It's more what I can do
for you, Mr. Randall.

I'm afraid I'm rather
busy right now.

Well, I have a very important
message for you. From your partner.

My partner?

Marty, eh... Hopkins.

Hopkirk.

He says to tell you the message is
that you're not well

and the sooner you start
seeing thing again the better.

Mrs. Trotter. Marty Hopkirk
has been dead for some time now.

Oh, that's quite impossible.

He said he was only talking
to you last week.

- And that he...
- Mrs. Trotter, I went to the funeral.

Now, why don't you just
trot back to your psychiatrist.

- Oh, how on earth did you know?
- Just a shrewd guess.

Do you mind?

Tell him about the treatment.

But Mr. Randall
you don't understand.

I understand only too well.

It's you that must
see the psychiatrist.

Mrs. Trotter, will you
do me a favour?

You're not allowed out on the streets,
you're not sane, can you just get outta here?

Well, really?

Why didn't you listen to her?
Honestly, Jeff.

The more I see of you,
the more worried I get.

You're on the verge
of complete breakdown.

Something gonna sn...
Who's that?

- What was all that about?
- I don't know.

- Anyway, she's gone.
- I'll...

I'll phone you tomorrow.

Leave it to me.

Jeff, what's the gun for?
And where did you get it?

Jeff, you gotta listen to me.

Jeff... look.

It's me, Marty, reme...
Jeff, will you look?

What's gone into you?

Now, who moved the glass?

Jeff!

Yes, who is it?

It's Randall, Mr. Hepple.
I know who killed Holly.

What? Well, that's...
that's marvellous.

Come right up, Randall.

Jeff, it's not your fault,
something snapped.

Listen.
Jeff, you can't do this.

Can't you remember anything?

Mr. Hepple!
Mr. Hepple, look!

Come away from that door!

- Mr. Hepple?
- Oh, Randall.

Now then, what's all this?

Don't do it, Jeff.
Don't! We'll both get life.

Murder.
Cold-blooded murder.

Great!
Great!

How can you just sit there
reading, beats me.

You killed him!

You...

Jeff, why did you do it?

You can't just turn into
a psychopath overnight.

Why?

And what about Jeannie?
What about Jean?

Figure the mess you're leaving her in.

Jeff!
What's gone into you?

What are you doing?

I don't believe it.
That explains everything.

How stupid can you get?

All right, all right, come on.

Where's Jeff?

Hey, what have you done with him?
And what are you up to?

Come on, tell me!

Don't just lie there reading!
Come on, what have you done with him?

Good morning, Mr. Randall.

Oh, let's forget about yesterday, Jean.
I had a lot on my mind.

- Far too much.
- Jeannie, use your head. This isn't Jeff.

He wouldn't behave like that.

Would he?
Hey, two-faced!

Oh, good morning, inspector.

- Do come in.
- Thank you.

What can I do for Scotland Yard
this morning.

You think of something.

What are your plans for today.

I'm going to the Towler corporation
later on. Why?

We're interested in everything
you do, Randall.

Take last night, for example.

Had a few drinks,
went home, read a book,

- fell asleep over it.
- Fancy.

How about this one:

Had a few drinks,
called on Hepple, killed him,

- went home, read a book.
- Killed Hepple?

I'm supposed to see him
in a few hours.

The inquest's at two.

I'm getting sick and tired
of this, Large.

Inspector Large! And I don't care how
sick and tired you get, Randall,

as long as you can walk
when I come to pick you up.

Why me? What about the man who's
making thousands out of Towler's investments?

All you've got to do is find him, Randall.
Then perhaps I'll listen.

How can I? When every
lead I get is shot...

- under your very nose.
- So...

you had a lead to Hepple?

I didn't say that.

He was the man who
employed me on this case.

Hardly a motive for killing him, is it?

Both murdered men
had appointments with you, Randall.

And Hepple must have know
that man who went up in the elevator.

You know, inspector, with evidence like that,
you should be back on the beat in no time at all.

Don't worry, Randall,
I'll do better than that.

As a personal favour to me.

Oh, why did you tell the inspector
that Mr. Hepple gave you the case?

Yes, what are you up to?

- Why, what should I have told him?
- The truth.

Mr. Laker, the general manager,
gave you the case.

You were at his house
on saturday.

That's right, Jeannie.
I spent saturday with Laker.

But Mr. Hepple was also there.
The managing director made the decision.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's all right, Jeannie.

I suppose you have good reason
for making me look a liar.

Jeff, that's not fair.

I'll se you later.

Come on, Jeannie, think.

He slipped up.

Come on, Jeannie.
Check up on what he said.

Come on.
Phone Laker's house.

Jeannie, think! Come on,
Jeannie, come on. The telephone.

Phone Laker.

Well done, Jeannie,
well done.

Hello?
Mrs. Hopkirk here.

I wonder if Jack could take me
for shampoo and set tomorrow, please?

Shampoo and set?
Great, great!

- Yes, I'll hold.
- What's the matter with your hair, look all right to me.

Just relax.

Nothing on your mind.

You're taking longer and longer.
Do you know that?

- Can you hear me?
- Yes.

- What's your name?
- Sir Timothy Grange.

Listen, Sir Timothy,
listen very carefully.

I want you to do
something for me.

It's very very important.
She must make this call.

Just relax.
Nothing on your mind.

- I haven't finished!
- I haven't finished!

Make sure she thinks you're a friend
and she must phone Laker.

And now, sir Timothy, let's take a journey
back to those early days at school.

- Wake up!
- We are taking a French lesson...

No time!
Important phone call to make.

Do you mind if I...

If it's not to private,

will you tell me who it is
you're telephoning?

Old chap in a spot of bother.

A fellow named Randall.

Randall.

Randall.
Randall!

Hallo?
Yes, this is Mrs. Hopkirk.

Sir Timothy Grange?

No, I don't believe he has
mentioned your name.

Phone Mr. Laker's house?
Well...

Yes, I will straight away
if it's important.

Thank you, sir Timothy.

Come on, Jeannie, do as
you're told, phone Laker.

No, it's not in there.
It's on the blotter.

The number's on the blotter.

Could I speak to Mr. James Laker, please?

- Mr. Laker isn't here, at the moment.
- I'm Mr. Randall's secretary.

I really wanted to know, if he'd spend
the weekend or just the saturday there.

Mr. Randall spend the weekend here.

He was in conference room with Mr. Laker
for most of the time of the day.

Thank you so much.
Oh, by the way...

- Was Mr. Hepple with them?
- No, Mr. Hepple wasn't here.

Mr. Randall doesn't appear to have given
you much information on the matter at all.

Oh, well... he's been terribly busy,
and I can't reach him for the rest of the day.

- The address, Jeannie! Get the address.
- Oh, btw...

Ah, could I have Mr. Laker's address, please.

- The Manor House, Milton Vale.
- Yup.

- Thank you.
- Not at all. Thank you.

Well done, Jeannie.
You're working well.

Jeff, are you there?

Jeff, can you hear me?

Marty!
In the cellar.

- Where?
- The cellar!

Well, that's a relief.

- I expected you two days ago.
- Well, that's nice.

If it haven't been for a brilliant piece of deduction
on my part, it might have been two years.

What was brilliant about it?
Jeannie knew where I was going on saturday.

Laker will never get away
with this stupid trick.

- Then you don't know.
- Know? Know what?

You were back in the office on monday morning.

- Don't be ridiculous, Marty.
- And that's not all.

Since then, you have murdered three
of the Towler directors. Including Hepple.

- A double?
- A perfect double.

So, that's his game.

Laker takes over and I...

Killed in self-defence, I'd say.

- And keeps everyone quiet.
- Yeah, especially me.

So, what have you been up to
all this time?

Ok, so he's a good double. But I thought
you were supposed to be psychic.

He happens to be very good.
He's bad tempered, just like you.

Not very bright, just like you.
And makes the usual number of mistakes.

Just like me?
Thanks very much!

All right. I suppose
I better get you out of here.

Yeah.

This door's solid.

We're gonna need outside help.

Hang on.

It's not very well lit out there, Jeff.

And the door on the top of the stairs
is not as solid as this one.

- It's this one I've got to get through.
- I know that, I know that.

But, if we can make him think
that you've got out...

Come on, come on!

Randall?

Randall?

Randall!

It's working, Jeff!

Hang on, Jeff.

I think, he's tumbled it.

He's coming back.

When I get the word, Jeff.

Ready?
Now!

Come on, Jeff, come on.
He's smaller than you.

Watch him.

Come on, hit him!
Hit him!

Well done.

Watch him, Jeff.
He's clever.

Oh no, he telegraphed that.

Hit him!

Great, Jeff. You got him.
Come on. Get the gun, get the gun.

Well done.
Put him down.

You've ruined the table, Jeff.

Well done, sir Lancelot.
You've used one of those before, haven't you?

Yeah, well.
I went to knight school.

- Murderer!
- Jeannie!

Oh, Jeff, I'm sorry.

But I had to.
Why did you do it? Why?

Now, isn't that a touching scene?

Will the real Jeffrey Randall
stand up, please?

It appears, you've stumbled upon
our little deception, Mrs. Hopkirk.

Which is a pity.

A great pity.

Jeff!

Jeff, can you hear me?

Jeff, you're ok?

It is still happening.

I'm sorry, Jeff.

Are you all right?

You seemed to be talking to someone.

Was I?

Probably the fellow, who was hitting
me over head with a shovel.

Oh, what did he use?

It was me, Jeff. I...

I used a mace.

Oh, well, I-I figured it all out. You see, I really
and truly thought you had murdered those people.

And when I saw you
standing over that man, I...

A mace?
You might have killed me.

Laker's about to correct
that little mistake, Jeff.

Laker?

Laker. Ye-yes, Laker's here
with a man posing as you.

I'm afraid, I've just gone
and made it all worse.

I don't suppose you told
anyone you were coming here.

And you didn't leave a note.

Well, let's hope my guardian angel's hanging around
and comes up with something miraculous, for a change.

Miraculous?
I'm doing my best, Jeff.

Mr. Randall.

- Nice to see you with us, again.
- If only a briefly.

Now, Jeff, look at him.
Look at him, look at his face,

look at his walk.
It's identical.

He doesn't look very
convincing to me.

It's just like looking
in the mirror, Mr. Randall.

You don't really think the police will believe
Jeff Randall is a murderer, do you?

Why not?

You did.

And you were the one
we were worried about.

Pretty drastic, isn't it, Laker?

Even for the money
you swindled out of the company.

Oh, no swindle. A little bending
of the rules. But no swindle.

- Then why the massacre?
- Unfortunately, Mr. Tully...

discovered a certain...

pattern and it was only matter of time
before he traced it to me.

And Holly and Hepple caught on.

Unfortunately then, yes.

So, for appearances sake,
I called you in.

After I acquired the services
of the versatile Mr. Hinge.

Not a very testy role,

but better then a summer season
at the and of a pier, ducky.

Untie my hands
I'll give you round of applause.

I'm afraid the play's
a tragedy, Randall.

The hero gets shot
in the last act.

And the villain.

Free of suspicion and free to make the biggest
killing the stock market have ever seen.

How can you?

People will know,
I'll know.

Inspector Large will know.

- Forget it, Jeannie.
- How can I forget...

Well, look at it this way, Mrs. Hopkirk.

You are victim of circumstances.

An innocent bystander brutally shot down
by the man attempting to murder me.

I, of course, shall be suitably shocked,

filled with remorse that I didn't
kill Randall before he shot you.

But we can't have everything, can we.

He's gonna make it work, Jeff.

It's the perfect frame up.

Well, you better think of something, quick.

There's nothing we can do.

Well, you never know who might
come knocking at the front door.

All right, Jeff, all right.
I'll try.

- But I'm running out of patients (patience).
- So am I.

Sir Oliver?

- Yes.
- Your evening appointment is here, sir.

I told you to cancel them all this time.

The one we couldn't contact.

Yes, well, I'm not feeling very well.
Send them all away.

And I don't wish to be disturbed.

- What did you do that for?
- Now, just relax, old boy.

- What?
- Don't let this thing get you down.

Now, Randall is a figment
of your imagination.

Yes, he doesn't really exist.

And you were the one who put his name
into the mind of all those innocent patients.

Now, cling onto that, Oliver.
Sir Oliver.

Randall is a figment of your imagination.

Never mind all that.
I want another patient.

Now, just relax.

And take a deep breath.

Concentrate.

Randall is a figment...

of your imagination.

Randall...

is a figment...

of your...

imagination.

Randall is my friend.

Randall is my friend.

- And I'm gonna help him.
- And I'm gonna help him.

Well done, sir Oliver! Now listen.
You must do everything I say.

Well done, sir Oliver! Now listen.
You must do everything I say.

- Right!
- Right!

Time to do a little bit of public service.

- Inspector Large.
- James Laker here.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but, eh,
well I've just had a telephone call from Randall.

He seemed very interested
in whether I was alone.

- And are you?
- Well... yes, as matter of fact, I am.

- When are you expecting him?
- Well, he did say he'd be here in about half an hour.

Eh, look, inspector,
couldn't I just lock the door?

- We'll be right over. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Terribly helpful.
Said he'd be here in about 20 minutes.

Come on, sir Oliver,
faster, faster.

Keep your eyes
on the road.

Come on!
You're a crack racing driver.

That's it. Come on.
You're in the grand prix.

You've got three laps to go.
There's two cars on your tail.

Come on!
You're the world's best.

Faster, sir Oliver, faster!
Come on!

Keep your eyes on the road!

It's a no use, Jeff.

They won't wait much longer.

I expected something to have happened by now.

Can't understand what's keeping him.

Keeping who?

The one person that knows we're here.

Who's that?

Well, the way things are going
you'll be meeting him again pretty soon.

I shouldn't bother, old chap.

There really isn't any point.

I'd better get rid of this lot,
hadn't I.

Not yet.

It might be useful in case
we have some unexpected visitors.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

- I'll wait in the study.
- Very well.

Jarvis, untie him.

All right, now go hide into the grounds.
And keep your eyes open for Large.

I really wouldn't, Mr. Randall.

You see, I live by an old maxim:

If you want a job done properly,
do it yourself.

Now, sir Oliver,
you're gotta be very quiet.

Just like a panther.
Mix with the shadows.

Trust now, trust.
Follow me, sir Oliver.

All right, Randall,
to the window, slowly.

After all, we don't want
to make it all messy, do we?

What if inspector Large doesn't get here?

Say, his car breaks down,
he has an accident or something.

Oh, why don't you leave those
tiresome little details to me.

Stand up, sir Oliver.

You are now a secret agent.

Licensed to kill.

- I've never seen anything like it.
- Neither has he.

What's wrong with him?

Well done, sir Oliver.
Come on, relax, you can wake up now.

Randall is a figment.

What?

Where?

- And who are you?
- Randall.

Oh, no.

No, not Randall.

Don't move, anybody.
This time nothing will save you.

Quick, he's got a gun.

Randall is everywhere.

I must see a psychiatrist.

I think you owe me
some explanations, Randall.

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