All language subtitles for Randall & Hopkirk Deceased s01e25 You Can Always Find A Fall Guy.eg

Good morning, Mr. Randall.

Good morning.

I'm sorry to call so early.

No problem, Sister.
As you see, I'm an early riser.

Er, can I get you some coffee?

No, thank you,
but please make some for yourself

while I tell you what I'm doing here.

- OK.
- We need help, Mr. Randall.

- Mine?
- If you'll give it.

Give?

Oh, a way of putting it.
There would be a fee, of course.

What's the problem?

We are not a rich institution, Mr. Randall,

but we have found it worthwhile in the past
to employ a professional accountant.

Last quarter, we took on a new man...

And?

I am quite sure he's diverting our funds.

How much?

In the past two months,
several thousand pounds.

This is a job for the police,
and they wouldn't thank me for being involved.

But we don't want the police, Mr. Randall.

At a meeting last night with the Mother Superior,
we decided...

It's not really your decision, Sister. This is theft.

Of our money.

Listen, Mr. Randall,
naturally we would like to recover the money,

but we will not be responsible
for sending a man to prison.

I see.

So, you'll take the job?

I'm thinking about it.

The man's name is Kershaw. Douglas Kershaw.

These are the amounts taken
and the approximate dates.

Total 6,000.

I'll go and see him.

Not quite yet, Mr. Randall. I would like you
to have the full facts. The accounts.

When can I pick them up?
Tonight at the convent.

- OK.
- St. Ursula's.

Take the main road through Winchester
towards St. Cross.

We're situated on the right, just through the town.

Wrought-iron gates. It's quite easy to find.

What time?

Could you be there at 9:30?

I'll be there.

Thank you, Mr. Randall.

Thank you very much.

- Just made it in time.
- Oh, yes? What for? Lunch?

To miss the storm.

Late night?

Nothing special.

I overslept.

Oh. I called you.

When?

- This morning?
- Last night.

I called several times.

Either you were very late, or very early.

- Was it important?
- Could have been.

Someone was trying to contact you,

- so I gave them your address.
- Oh,

I see. I need to borrow a car tonight, Jeannie.

- Can I take yours?
- What's wrong with yours?

- It's broken.
- Broken! Yours was broken last week.

No, last week it was the front, now it's the back,
and I can't have it back till I've paid the bill.

- Is it for business or pleasure?
- Is what for business or pleasure?

Marty's car.

My car.

Business, Jeannie.

Oh, of course you can.

Thanks, Jeannie.

No, Jeff, no, over my dead body.

Be reasonable, Marty, I need a car.

Yes, Jeff, but not mine.
The way you drive a car, you'll ruin it.

What's wrong with my driving?
Just because you used to drive at 20.

What difference does it make?
You'll never use it again.

Well, I still feel it's mine, that's all.

- Even if Jeannie does use it.
- She's thinking of trading it in.

- Trade it in?
- Why not? It's shot.

Shot?

It's got years of life in it!

Be reasonable, Marty. Look at it.
It's practically a write-off.

Anyway, Marty, I've got to take it.

- All right, Jeff, but I'm coming with you.
- Please yourself.

I always talk to myself.

Jeff, you're pushing it too hard.

Don't crash the gears, Jeff.

Jeff, you're driving on the brakes.

Marty, you drive.

Look at the oil pressure.

- Start worrying when the doors fall off.
- Eh?

Hold it, Jeff, there's someone there.

I thought it best

to meet you here. It is against the rules
of our Order to have a man in the convent.

Of course, Sister.

Could I also ask you to turn off your lights?

- It's almost time for vespers.
- Oh sure.

These are the figures.

I don't think they leave any doubt
as to what Mr. Kershaw is up to.

Now, let's get this straight, Sister.

You want me to go and see him
and recover the money?

- That's right.
- What if he's spent it?

Already? 6,000 pounds?

- It's possible. I could do it.
- Then we forget the whole thing.

We put the loss down to experience of the world.

I still think this is a job for the police.

Definitely no, Mr. Randall.

Now, I think I've explained everything.
You'll do your best.

- I will.
- Thank you. Best of luck, Mr. Randall.

"Best of luck, Mr. Randall"?

- What's wrong with that?
- I don't know. It just didn't sound right for a nun.

- I thought they believed in providence, not luck.
- You're still touchy about the car.

And another thing,
since when did nuns wear eye make-up?

Eye make-up?

You don't think all that was natural, do you?
The long lashes, the soft, limpid look?

Marty, she was just a very good-looking nun.

There's nothing more sinister than that.
Come on.

She just didn't ring true to me, Jeff.

- Vespers?
- Let's hope so.

- Come on, Jeff, let's get out of here.
- I'm beginning to think you're right, Marty.

Jeff, look!

There's no point in me staying, Jeff.
I'll frighten the dogs.

Marty! Marty!

All right. Get him out.

Get him out.

Out.

- Well, where is it?
- Where's what?

I've no time to waste playing games.
I want to know where that envelope is.

You're quite sure?

Oh, yes. The car was reversing down the drive
without lights.

I don't know that that's conclusive.

Well, if that isn't, this is.

We found it on him.

D. Kershaw, 2,000 pounds, 1,000, 3,000.

- And the dates.
- What do you have to say about this?

I told your man here. I got it from a woman
who hired me to do a job.

He keeps telling some story about a nun
and this place being a crooked convent.

Kershaw's supposed to be the accountant.

I see.

All right, let's go back to the beginning.
Your name?

- Listen to me, Mr...
- Yateman's my name

Philip Yateman.

All right, Mr. Yateman. I came here in the belief
that this place was a convent.

I asked for your name.

I want to know who you are
where you come from

and why you were trespassing on our property.

Get the police, or let me go. One or the other.

Let me make it clear to you
that you're in no position

- to dictate terms.
- That's clear.

I want him shut up for a while.
Put a guard on him.

- Get up.
- Now's your chance Jeff.

The dogs are round the other side.

I said get up.

Get ready, Jeff.

Close the windows.

- Run for it, Jeff.
- Right.

Locked? Try the window.

Come on, Jeff, come on. Follow me.

Quiet, Jeff. Quiet.

- Run for it, Jeff. I'll try and hold the dogs.
- Think you can?

Sit.

Sit.

What's the matter with the dogs?

Come on Rex come on.
What's the matter?

What's got into them? I can't understand it.

- What are you doing, Jeff?
- The envelope.

Got it.

Come on. Come on.

This is not doing the engine any good, Jeff.

It'll need a service after this.

We should be safe enough now.

Shall we find out what it was all about?

Marty, just listen to me.

There's not going to be any next step.

You mean
you're going to pass the whole thing up?

As far as I'm concerned, it was
an unpleasant incident and it's over. Finished.

Aren't you even curious
to know what it was all about?

Look, Marty,

perhaps these mundane concerns
don't worry you any more,

but I've got the rent, rate, electricity bills
to pay at the office.

I've got a car in the garage and it's going to
cost me 26 quid to get it out.

All right, Jeff, all right.
So, you want a paying job?

Right.

So, I don't care if I never see Mr. Philip Yateman
and that phoney nun ever again.

Well, let's hope they feel the same way
about you.

And another thing, Jeff...

Oh, Marty! Look, I'm dead tired.
I just want to get to kip, all right?

All right, Jeff.

All right.

I was just going to talk to you about my car.

You gave it quite a beating last night.

I think the garage should look at it.

All right, Marty. First thing
when I get to the office, I'll see to it.

Now, please...

Right. I'm on my way.

Oh, no...

All right.

- Who is it?
- Jeff can I disturb you?

Jeannie.

Good morning.

You alone?

Well, of course I'm alone.
Do you think I keep a harem up here?

- What? Another late night?
- What brought you over?

Well, it seemed a better idea than
sitting in the office and polishing my nails.

- Have you finished all the paperwork?
- Yes, yesterday.

And this morning we were going to dictate
a report and type a dozen letters, remember?

Oh, yeah, I remember.

The Winchester job went all wrong, Jeannie.
I couldn't help it.

Would you like some breakfast?

Yeah, why not?

Who am I kidding?
I'm not going to get any sleep.

I'll get cleaned up.

I must phone that garage.

Eggs, bacon, toast, marmalade, right?

Fabulous. And coffee. Lots of black coffee.

Hello.

London Road Garage?
Randall. You've got my car in there.

Look, I want to bring another car around,
just for a checkup.

I know. I know.

Well, say I bring half the money round,
12 pounds, and this other car, can I get mine out?

Good morning, Mr. Randall.

That is the name, isn't it?

If you're deciding on some dramatic move,
I'd forget about it.

Because you've got a gun in that pocket?

It must be your profession.

You're devoted to melodrama.

No, I advised against such a course, Randall,
because I have a proposition to put to you.

You forget, I'm in the dark.

Is it your proposition?

Mr. Yateman's.

The gentleman with the private army
and the guard dogs.

It's necessary.

I'm sure.

- Well, what is this proposition?
- Simply this.

You return the envelope, intact,
and we call it a day.

- Call it a day?
- Forget it happened. It's absurdly generous.

- Absurdly.
- Well what do you say?

I told you before, I'm totally in the dark.

- But you have the envelope.
- I had it.

But sold it.

At a penny a pound.
That's the going rate for newsprint, I believe.

- Newsprint?
- That's what was inside.

Neatly cut and folded,
but newsprint all the same.

- I don't accept that.
- Too bad.

- Excuse me, I'm going to throw you out.
- We haven't finished yet.

We've finished, Edwards.

Don't be rash.

We're just going to be moved for parking.

I'll see you again, Randall.

Good afternoon sir.

- Randall.
- Oh, Mr. Randall.

This is my car.

Er, here's 15 pounds.

And that car over there is security for the rest.

I've got strict instructions from my boss, sir...

No, it's OK. It's all been arranged.
The boss knows all about it. Thanks a lot.

And you wonder why
I don't like you driving my car.

- Jeannie's car.
- All right, Jeannie's car.

- This isn't the way to the office.
- We're not headed for the office.

A change of plan. I've decided you are right.

It's time I had a word with Mr. Douglas Kershaw.

Anyone at home?

Who do you want?

Douglas Kershaw.

Then you have found him.

Do come in.

Nice place.

I take it you haven't come to make an offer
for the boat?

Er, no.

Then let us dispense with the formalities.
What do you want?

The name's Randall.

I'm a private enquiry agent.
I wanted to ask you some questions.

Is there any particular reason
why I should answer them?

No. But I'm in a jam.

Perhaps you can help,
perhaps you won't want to.

Gin? Whisky? Vodka?

Whisky. Thank you.

What did you want to ask?

Well, let's kick off with your line of business.

Thanks.

You're not an accountant, I suppose?

I could give you a whole list of things that I'm not.

It's important to eliminate the possibility.

I do hope you know what you're talking about,
Mr. Randall.

I'm getting there.

What do you do, Mr. Kershaw?

I?

I lead a civilised, leisurely life.

How do you pay for it?

- I'm a dealer, Mr. Randall, in information.
- That covers anything.

From a presidential aide to a police informer.
Which end of the scale are you?

You know, Mr. Randall, I do believe
you're beginning to overstay your welcome.

I'm a dealer in information.
Useful, saleable information. I buy from anybody.

There's more information stolen than diamonds.

I agree, Mr. Randall, but you forget,

I merely purchase information, I do not steal it.

There is no case to be made against me.

Good day, Mr. Randall.

Good day.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

He sells information. He doesn't give it away.

- What's the matter, Marty?
- I don't know.

A feeling.

What sort of feeling?

About Jeannie. I think she needs me.

We'll be back in the office in five minutes or so.

No. I'd better get back there straight away.

You must have some idea.

I've absolutely no idea at all when he'll be back.

You wouldn't be covering for him, Mrs. Hopkirk?

Well, I've nothing to cover.

Because if you were, it could be serious.
You see, we have a warrant for Randall's arrest.

A warrant for Jeff's... Mr. Randall's arrest?

On charges of breaking and entering,

the larceny of certain documents,
sworn by Mr. Philip Yateman,

chairman of Winchester Electronics
Research Corporation.

Oh, but Jeff Randall's not a thief!

I'm pleased to hear it, Mrs. Hopkirk.

But we'll be seeing him all the same.

It might be hours before he gets back.

We can wait.

I'm sorry, Jeannie. I'll have to be going.

- A warrant!
- Sworn by Yateman.

- For last night. It must be.
- Looks like it.

You can see what's happening, can't you?
They're setting me up.

I'm being used as a mug. A fall guy.

By that nice, un-sinister, good-looking nun.

So, what do we do now?
How do you spend your last hours of freedom?

Driving... to Winchester,

to the only Electronics Research Centre

that doubles as a convent.

- Can I help you, sir?
- Yes, I'd like to see Mr. Yateman.

And before you ask,
no, I haven't got an appointment.

I'm afraid he doesn't see anyone without one.

He'll see me. The name's Randall.

I'll ring the security officer.

- Security officer?
- Why not?

I must say, I didn't expect you to turn up.

You know there's a warrant out

for your arrest?

- I'd sooner see your chairman than the police.
- Persuade him to drop the charge?

- Something like that.
- This way.

Come in!

If you don't mind,
I'd like to speak with Mr. Yateman alone.

That's all right, Edwards.

Well?

It's good of you to see me, in the circumstances.

It doesn't mean that I believe
your improbable story about convents and nuns.

All right. As long as you realise it could have
been made improbable for just that purpose.

- I don't follow you.
- Well, nuns, convents, who'd believe it?

Exactly.

But if I was being framed, it would make sense
to make my story as improbable as possible.

I don't go along with that, Randall.
We've lost valuable research material

on four occasions.
We know the information passes

to a man named Kershaw.

His card was in your pocket,
marked with sums of money.

Presumably the amounts he paid you.

And I've told you
the improbable story of how it got there.

Now give me a break.
Let the police tackle him.

Don't you see? This isn't a matter for the police.

Kershaw only buys industrial guidelines.

Information that could save another company
thousands in wasted time.

The police can only act against the thief.

You. The man we caught here
on the night of the last robbery.

The man who had Douglas Kershaw's card
in his pocket.

- I've explained how I came to be here.
- But not to my satisfaction,

- Mr. Randall.
- Can I ask you a question?

Before I call the police? Yes.

I had a visit from Edwards this morning.

- With, I thought, a very generous proposition.
- Maybe.

But what I want to know is how he traced me.

Last night, I told you nothing.

The only person who could possibly know my
name and address was the nun that hired me.

You're forgetting your car. You were traced
from the registration number, I understand.

I see.

And if I told you now
that I was using someone else's car,

would you at least consider that
your security officer already knew my name?

No, Randall, you won't wriggle free
by hurling accusations into thin air.

- Whose car is that?
- The sports car?

It belongs to our personnel manager
Miss Holliday. Why?

- She seemed familiar.
- Not another accusation, Randall?

OK, Yateman. I'm leaving.

I'm going to walk out of here.

I won't stop you. That's a job for the police.

Get me the police.

- Don't you have a car of your own?
- Sure.

So, you have two.

One's enough trouble and expense.

The other car belonged to a friend.

- The other car?
- The one you claimed to have traced me from.

You slipped up, Edwards.
You already knew where I was.

I'll be back.

You're a tough customer, Randall.

You're causing everybody quite a bit of trouble.

If you want a word of warning...

Don't keep it up.

She should be here any minute.

I don't like it, Jeff, I don't mind telling you.

Look, Marty, I need a witness for this.
You won't do.

I know that, but it could be unpleasant.

I don't want Jeannie being upset.

Well, nothing's going to happen.

I'm simply going to ask Kershaw
to make a statement that I am not involved.

- And if he refuses?
- Well, why should he?

Listen, Jeff, if Jeannie gets hurt...

I hope I haven't kept you, Jeff.

The police have been at the office again.

- Again!
- Look, Jeff, I'm very worried about you.

All right, Jeff, if you two are going to Kershaw's
you'd better get going.

Mr. Kershaw, may we come in?

Yes.

- Do sit down.
- Thank you.

I've come to ask you a favour.

Well, that is at least straightforward.

There's said to be a certain value
in honesty and plain-speaking.

Although, I never saw it myself.

It's like this, Mr. Kershaw.
I discovered today, I'm being framed.

Only today?

- You know?
- As soon as you started

your questions this morning.

But do you know who's doing it?

No, but it always happens in this business.

You see, somebody sells me
their company secrets,

they get too greedy, take too many risks,

reach a point where apprehension is certain

unless they can rig it
so that someone else gets the blame.

- It's that much of a pattern?
- Almost completely predictable.

Well, then you can help.

The police have a warrant out for my arrest.

You can swear that I never at any time
sold you information.

But tell me, Mr. Randall,
why should I be so accommodating?

- You won't?
- I don't see why I should.

But it's the truth.

What innocents you both are!

It's the truth that man is the nastiest animal
since the Tyrannosaurus Rex,

but no-one suggests
we should hand over control to the antelopes.

I think it's time
we had a more serious discussion, Kershaw.

Go home, Jeannie.

- But you wanted a witness...
- Not now, I don't.

- Jeff!
- Jean, go home.

Look, I...

You're my last chance to avoid going to jail,
Kershaw, and I'm going to take it.

You're going to make
that statement to the police.

I want that statement!

No. It's more than my life's worth.

So, you're in it, too.

You're part of the frame.

I suppose there's evidence to show that I came
here this morning to sell the secrets I stole.

All right. I know about the girl. Miss Holliday.

Who's she working with? Edwards?

No Mr. Randall not Edwards.

You'd have done better not to have
scratched around so deep, Randall.

But crawled off to jail, quietly.

Maybe.

I spent ten years in Japan

studying industrial methods.
I studied some of their combat methods, too.

It didn't do you much good in the office
the other day.

Don't let that fool you, Randall.

All right. Let's get him out of here.

Leave the car here.

We'll make our way round to the house
from the back.

- What about the guards?
- I know the patrol times. We should make it OK.

Don't spoil it, Randall. You're about to become
instrumental in making me very, very rich.

You don't look short of a few pounds as it is.
Company chairman's pay.

And the 6000 pounds you got from Kershaw for selling
the research material. You're doing all right.

It's nothing, Randall,
just a few files, a few extra pounds.

No, by tomorrow, we'll have all
the company's research material in our hands.

I wouldn't hesitate to value it at half a million.

Oh, don't tell me!
I'm going to get the blame for that little haul.

It shouldn't worry you.

Why? Have I suddenly been afflicted with
a spirit of self-sacrifice?

No. You just won't be worried about anything
any more. Now, get up!

You can make yourself comfortable here.

Aren't you going to tie me up?

No. That won't be necessary.

You won't get out of this storeroom.

This is valuable equipment.
There's a very strong lock on the door.

I could surprise you.
You might do better to kill me now.

Not until success is certain.

Oh, nothing will go wrong,

but I can see no sense in risking
a longer prison sentence until I have to.

Shout as much as you like.
No-one can possibly hear.

When can I expect you back?

Perhaps I should let you suffer
the agonies of waiting.

But I won't.

24 hours, Mr. Randall.

Just 24 hours.

You've got it all worked out, haven't you?

Yes, Mr. Randall, I have.

Marty!

Where have you been?

I wasn't going to come at all.
Jeannie was very upset when she got back.

Forget Jeannie for a moment.
I'm in trouble. Yateman's making me the fall guy.

- We knew that already.
- You don't understand. A permanent fall guy.

You mean...

While he gets away with
half a million pounds' worth of research material.

- He'll never get away with that!
- I don't care.

You've got to help me, Marty.

What can I do? You know I can't touch anybody.

I know. Think of something.

As a matter of fact, Jeff, I have got a sort of idea.

Well, let's hope it's a good one.

Otherwise, in 24 hours, I'll be joining you.

Forceps.

Scalpel.

Clip.

Scalpel.

Forceps.

This isn't good. There's too much blood.

Second swab. Stand by with another.

Forceps.

His breathing's failing. He's going!

Pulse stopping.

Emergency resuscitation, quick.

- What's happened?
- Don't worry. Don't get upset.

Everything's all right. You're dead.

- Dead?
- Dead. That's you on the table.

It's not.

And you?

Oh, I see. You've come to fetch me.

Where do we go now?

Oh, no, you've got it all wrong.
I'm not here in an official capacity.

- No, I want you to do me a favour.
- A favour?

Yes, they're going to save you.
You're going back.

- What do you want me to do?
- Phone the police.

Get them to search the storerooms at the
Winchester Electronics Research Corporation

and to contact Edwards the security officer.
Have you got that?

Yeah. Winchester Electronics.
A Mr. Edwards. Yeah.

Good. And don't forget, kick up a fuss
immediately you come round,

because by the time the anaesthetic wears off
you'll have forgotten all about this and me.

What's happening? I feel funny.

Oh. I think you're on the way back.

Now, look, are you sure you've got it?

Yeah. Phone the police,
search the storerooms at Winchester...

Winchester Electronics Research Corporation.
Edwards. Have...

- Heartbeat's started again.
- Breathing's weak but steady.

That's the worst over.

He should be all right now.

Don't you forget, that's all. Just don't you forget.

- You've been hours.
- It wasn't easy, Jeff.

- I had to find someone in the right condition.
- Condition?

- It seemed to go all right. I shall have to check.
- What are you talking about?

I haven't got time to explain now.
If he forgets, I shall have to start again.

What? Start what again?

Marty!

Marty!

- Any change?
- No, Sister.

How is he, Nurse?

Come in.

Give me half an hour.

He's very restless.

- Has he said anything?
- No.

Are you sure he hasn't asked for a phone?

I want a telephone.

I want a telephone.

He seems to be coming round.

Come on. Wake up.
There's nothing wrong with you.

- You did a great job there, doc.
- Telephone...

I want a telephone.

- What did he say?
- What's the matter with you? Are you deaf?

- I think he said "telephone".
- Of course he did. He almost shouted it.

Don't just stand there. Give him a telephone.

He must be delirious.
He seems very upset about something.

- Perhaps a sedative?
- No, not yet.

- Telephone...
- What shall I do, Doctor?

Just wait... Look, you'd better let him have it.
It might quieten him down.

He's dialling. 9...

9... 9

Er, all right, Randall. We've got him.

- Yateman?
- Yes, and the girl.

I've been watching them ever since
you told me about not using your own car,

but how the police got onto them and how they
knew you were in this storeroom, beats me.

I suppose they want me to explain that?

Of course.

That's what I was afraid of.

Ah, it won't be long now.
A couple of weeks, we'll have you home.

- I feel great.
- So you should.

The operation was a complete success.

Although, I don't mind admitting now
that we had a few anxious moments.

As a matter of fact, you demanded a telephone
as soon as you came round.

- A telephone?
- Yes, a telephone.

- I don't remember.
- You wouldn't. I told you that.

You were still under
the effects of the anaesthetic.

Did I ring anyone?

- You dialled 999.
- The police?

Yes, you sent them down to Winchester,
wasn't it, Sister?

Yes, Winchester.

- It's a wonder I haven't been arrested!
- We hung up.

You quietened down after you'd called.
We thought it better not to say anything.

- Thanks. I'm very grateful.
- And so am I.

A small gift to show my gratitude.

I can't explain now

but perhaps you'll understand one day.

- Coming, Marty?
- Yeah.

Thanks, mate. I've enjoyed talking to you.

Thanks again.

Who was that?

I've no idea.

- Doctor.
- Hm?

The shop...

Harling's Greengroceries...

Winchester?!

He looks well.

He does now.

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