Randall & Hopkirk (Deceased) (2000–2001): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Blast from the Past - full transcript
Thirty years previously Marty's father, a policeman, was responsible for the death of a villain called Sidney Crabbe. Now Sidney's ghost has been accidentally re-awakened, and is seeking revenge by going after Marty. In the resultant exchange Jeff is shot and, in his brief time as a ghost, before his revival, he is able to prevent Crabbe from pushing his partner into a flaming pit.
Come on Sydney. The game's up. You're
wasting your time. There's no way out.
There's always a way out,
Wallis. I'll find it.
It's the end of your life Sydney.
I don't care.
What are you going to do next?
It's the end of your life, Sydney.
Don't make me laugh. What, you two? Laurel
and bleedin' ardy? Take me, Sydney Crabbe?
You mate -- get out!
Not you.
Wait Sydney.
I'll remember you 'opkirk.
I'll remember everything.
Wait Sydney. Don't do it. Don't jump.
-I'll see -- you -- later.
Blimey.
Hello, come in.
Hello. Harry Wallis.
-Jeff Randall. Pleased to meet you.
Actually, it was Hopkirk I wanted to see.
I'm afraid that would be a bit tricky.
How tricky?
-He's dead.
That's very tricky.
But I'm his partner. If you'd like to come
through, I'm sure I'll be able to help.
Perhaps. Yeah, I, I used to know his
father, Larry. He was my Sergeant.
You're not Inspector Harry Wallis are you?
I was once.
How lovely to meet you Mr Wallis.
Take a seat.
Marty used to talk
about you an awful lot, you know.
What was it you say? Harry and Larry?
- Yeah.
So,
what happened to Marty then?
Was it illness?
No, he was, he was working on a case
that he was murdered.
So, history repeats itself.
Poor Marty.
Bravo. Bravo.
You are a star pupil. I think it's safe to
say that you can now graduate with honors.
A fully qualified ghost.
But there is still much to learn.
You are only at grade one.
However, I see no reason why you shouldn't
be allowed to get out and about a bit.
Meet some of the other inhabitants
and join the club as it were.
You mean, there's more
to the afterlife than this? -Much more.
You have only ever
had the tiniest of glimpses.
Then I shall explore the lot.
Only if you are very foolish.
There are some areas
you will not wish to visit.
Like where?
-Like the waiting room,
where countless malevolent
spirits are filed away.
Those inanimate souls who have
lost contact with the mortal realm.
But how can that happen?
Everything that happens among the
living has resonance among the dead.
Connections made there
can connect with our world
and connections broken
can sometimes never be mended.
You mean, if something
happened to Jeff then
I might lose touch with him?
Yes, or if something happened to you.
That's why I'm constantly
nagging you to keep up with your lessons.
I don't ever want
to see you ending up there.
But enough of these
gloomy thoughts. I feel,
I feel a ceremony coming on.
I'm getting out of here today. Not you.
He was a mean,
vicious little bastard was Sidney Crabbe.
After he copped it well, we thought
the reign of the Crabbes was over.
But we hadn't reckoned
on his little brother, Maurice.
Never been interested in
the family business. Shy, bookish type.
Turned out to have quite a flair for it.
We couldn't lay a finger on him.
Seemed to have an almost supernatural
ability to stay one
jump ahead of the game.
So,
me and Larry in the end, well,
we set him up.
Wasn't difficult. All very hush hush.
Nobody was supposed to know about it.
Somebody else's wife.
But you knew about it, didn't you?
She was my wife, Mr Randall. Deirdre.
I'm not sure about this Harry.
I am Larry.
They're pensioning me off.
This bullet's still in my back.
Before I go, I want to end this thing once and for all.
I still don't like it.
You don't have to like it.
Just do as you're told.
Deirdre?
Deirdre?
Where are you Deirdre?
Over here, darling. Surprise, surprise.
A little something for you Maurice.
-I'm sorry,
Inspector Wallis. -Eh?
There was chaos. Lead flying everywhere.
Maurice took a slug in the head and
Larry took one in the chest.
Sorry Larry. It wasn't
supposed to happen like this.
It's ok. I don't think it's serious.
-You'll be alright.
Maurice? Did we get him?
Sydney? -It's Maurice you mean.
Sydney's long dead.
Sydney.
Sydney.
Sydney.
That's the last thing he ever said.
Must have been hallucinating.
I thought he was
going to pull through, but,
it was like the life
'ad just been plucked out of him.
He was a good cop.
Marty used to talk about him a lot,
but, he never told me how he died.
No, he was only eight years old
at the time. Poor little mite.
What a mess.
It's still in there, the bullet.
It's in my spine so they couldn't operate.
It's been rattling round
my body ever since.
Finally found its way to my heart.
I don't know when it's gonna shift again
and I'll be joining Larry 6 feet under.
I'm very sorry to hear that Mr Wallis.
Well, we none of us live forever.
But before I go? I want
to try and put things right.
So I've got a pretty substantial
life insurance policy.
It's no good to me. No family.
And it's not like I believe there's
anything there after you've gone.
Onward and upward brave soul of mine.
A horn blast comes around the open road.
Do you hear it?
Do you see the Golden sign?
Heavens now or your abode.
The purist air
shall be your wine and clouds of joy
shall be your ....
Your medal,
your diploma,
and here, your membership card.
A word of warning Mr. Hopkirk
Limbo is a powerful and mysterious place.
You will not always be under my wing.
There are dangers, even here.
I'll be alright, Mr. Wyvern. What can
happen to me? After all I'm already dead.
Yes, it all came out.
It was the end of Wallis's career.
He was booted out of the police force.
He's working as a security guard now.
Maurice Crabbe has been
in a coma ever since? -Yeah.
No wonder Wallis feels
so guilty about him.
Which is why he's hired us
to track down Maurice,
so he can put some money towards his care.
Look Jeannie. When we get there will
you just let me
do all the talking?
You keep your mouth shut.
Why?
Jeannie, I'm the trained detective.
You're just, just a girl.
Jeannie, Jeannie,
that was just a joke. It's just a joke.
No it wasn't Jeff. A joke is when you say
something funny and
the other person laughs.
Why didn't someone
tell me about this before?
What is it?
Hello, I wanna come in please.
Are you a member?
Course I am!
Hello ducky. Welcome to Limbo.
Care for a glass of champagne.
That would be very nice my good man.
That's if you are a man.
Slips down easy, doesn't it, sir?
-Doesn't taste of anything.
Because it doesn't exist.
None of this is real after all.
It's just whatever you want it to be.
Anything?
-Anything at all Ducks?
Right, I'll have a pint.
Wish I wasn't dead.
Oh God yes, the Crabbes.
They lived on this street years ago.
Rather exciting, isn't it?
One of the reasons
the house prices are so high I think,
it's colorful history.
That post box over there.
That's where Terry the overcoat
Robinson was decapitated.
But it was all before my time.
As you see, luckily,
things have changed --
Working class folk have moved on.
Except for old Ken. Number 68.
He knows everyone.
Ah yes. I know everyone.
Met Margaret Thatcher, before she was PM.
Yeah, and I once bumped into
Sir Laurence Olivier in the street
and he swore at me.
Lovely voice.
Look at this gearbox
from an Austin Healey.
It's amazing the stuff
that people will throw away.
They were a bad bunch, the Crabbes.
Though they loved kids.
You know Doctor Barnard?
The transplant man?
Did my brother Alfred. Lungs.
You see this. I salvaged
this lot from a house up the road.
They left it all in a skip.
Perfectly good wood,
apart from the dry rot.
When Maurice had his accident
'course there was
no one left to take care of him.
His mother had passed over
just before. Sydney had gone.
Maurice was in hospital for a while.
Saint Lucy's.
Could still be there for all I know.
Thanks very much, that's great. Thank you.
How about the racing driver?
He crashed into my car.
And I once worked with that --
And how about you?
Have you haunted anywhere interesting?
Oh, I used to do
that sort of thing all over the place,
but I don't bother with it much anymore.
It's so -- boring.
Yes isn't it just.
And how did you die?
If that's not a rude question.
I myself died very dramatically.
I threw down my life to save --
Poodle?
You should know we can't
give out any information on patients.
It's strictly confidential.
But somebody wants
to give him some money.
Make sure he's
properly looked after.
That's really none of my concern.
The fact is, I can't tell
you where Maurice Crabbe is.
So he was here then?
Look, if you're not visiting a patient,
could you kindly leave
the hospital premises.
Thanks.
Excuse me, did you say Maurice Crabbe?
-Yes.
I remember Maurice.
She wouldn't. Too young.
Doctors and patients come and go.
Me, I've been here forever.
He just lay there
did Maurice for months and months.
Sweet he looked. Really peaceful.
Then one day,
someone came and took him away.
Someone? Who?
-A lady. Don't know she was.
Nice lady. I'd seen her before, visiting.
Anyway, they just wheeled him out
and that was the last I saw of him.
People come and go here, you know.
They come in sick.
And they go out well.
Unless they go out dead.
Nice here, isn't it?
Boring. I'm so bored of it.
Oh so bored, I wish I was dead.
You are dead!
No. Really dead. Dead and gone. Dust.
I should have thrown myself
into the pit of oblivion.
Into what?
Oh, you are green, aren't you?
It's where you go
when you can't stand the boredom any more.
Your soul gets torn into a million pieces
and you writhe in endless torment,
but least it can make a change.
So why don't
you chuck yourself in it then?
It would be just -- too boring.
Would you care for another glass
of imaginary champagne, ducky?
Why not? I am celebrating.
I've finally arrived.
Things are looking good.
Right Jeannie. What I'm gonna do is.
I'm gonna hack into the
hospital computer system.
Find out where they took Maurice to.
Yeah, how you gonna do that
Mr. Computer Whiz Kid?
On account of my computer whizzkid-iness.
OK, so how do you do it?
I tell you what.
Don't you worry your pretty little head
about it just at the moment, Jeannie, OK?
Ow, it was a joke.
It was a joke. I'm sorry.
Yeah well you just behave yourself.
I'm going to go to the library
and check out the old newspaper reports.
Jeannie, come here.
Jeannie, if you want
to be a private detective,
you gotta be much more precise
in your language you know.
Don't just say the first thing
that comes into your head.
You're gonna check out the reports?
Check out?
Examine.
-Nice - Nice?
Perfect. -OK, I'll see you later.
-Later?
How do I get on to this thing?
Marty?
Marty?
Marty?! Really.
You're a private detective as well?
I bet you've got some stories to tell?
No? Oh well, nice talking to you.
So why can't this inspector Wallis
character look for Maurice himself?
He was a policeman after all wasn't he?
Exactly Wendy?
How close do you think he'd get?
He was the one that shot
Maurice in the first place.
Good point.
Maurice is well hidden somewhere,
but if we can hack into the
hospital computer --
Listen to you.
Proper little detective aren't you, sis?
I guess I am. Maybe I should get
my name painted on the office door.
It's just that Jeff needs
all the help he can get.
He's a bit of a lost soul these days.
You're very good at
feeling sorry for other people.
No! I just get protective over Jeff.
Do I detect the stirrings of passion?
What Jeff?
Don't be ridiculous.
You're blushing, darling.
-I'm not blushing.
It's just sometimes I'd like to hold him,
tell him everything's gonna be alright.
I wish someone would do that for me.
Oh everything's gonna be alright.
Hello.- Marty. What the hell
do you think you're doing?
I've got some great news, Jeff.
Not now Marty. Look.
-What?
Oh sorry. -Yes.
You kept that quiet didn't ya?
Marty, get out.
Now.
Marty, don't you ever appear
when I'm in the shower again.
You're always turning up
at the wrong moment.
It's very embarrassing.
Well, I don't know do I?
I don't know what you're up to
till I get down here.
Anyway, let me tell you about --
Listen, Marty I need you
to hack into a computer system for me.
Hey, I'm trying to tell
you something important.
You wanna think about
somebody else for a change.
I'm dead, remember.
Marty, listen, I'm sorry
but nobody ever said that
being dead was going to
be one long cocktail party.
Well, actually it is. That's what
I've been trying to tell you about.
I've finally done it. Grade one.
I'm now allowed to mingle
with all the other dead people.
I've met Marilyn Monroe,
Mata Hari. Bridget Bardot.
Bridget Bardot isn't dead.
Well, alright, it wasn't her.
It was that other
really sexy French actress.
Look, I'm very pleased for
you Marty. But will you just --
Marie Antoinette.
Marty shut up and listen to me
while I tell you what it is.
What I want you to do.
Can't believe you're
trying to find Maurice Crabbe.
He killed my father, for God's sake
You don't know that. It was a stray
bullet. It could have been anyone.
And why are you apologizing for him?
Quite frankly, Marty, Wallis is offering
a very good fee and I'm skint.
Will you stop doing that?
He's been in a coma for 30 years.
He's served his time, hasn't he?
All I want is the address.
Alright I'll get it for you.
But after that,
I'll have no more to do this, right?
You're on you're own on this one.
I'm going back to where I'm
appreciated. So don't try and call me.
Still don't know how you did it, Jeff.
How you found the address.
I'm a detective Jeannie. It's my job.
Jeff, has anyone ever
told you that you look like a monkey?
It was a joke. OK, it was a joke.
But you said a joke's when you say
something funny
and the other person laughs.
Alright, it wasn't a joke.
So you're saying,
I do look like a monkey.
Yeah. You do.
Oh, right.
What kind of monkey?
Mrs Hope?
-Yes.
Hello. Could we have a word, please?
But I don't know where Maurice is.
You went to see him
in the hospital though.
Yes. I don't know who told you
I brought him home with me.
It was 30 years ago.
Why can't I be left alone?
But we've got a substantial
amount of money for Maurice.
And you won't tell me
who this mysterious benefactor is.
I can't. He wants to remain anonymous.
I know this is difficult,
dredging up old memories,
but if you had any idea where he was?
Maurice never wanted
anything to do with Sydney's life.
But after Syd died, he had no choice.
Well, he's out of it now
and I don't want
anything to take him back.
We wouldn't Mrs. Hope.
But we're not going to give up.
It's just a matter of time.
We're gonna find Maurice whatever.
Why? Why can't you leave him be?
You're just stirring up
ghosts from the past.
Have you got any olives?
Green or black?
Wouldn't make any
difference as it's all imaginary,
I might as well eat cheese footballs.
Might as well eat real footballs.
There's no taste, no texture, no nothing.
That's a double negative Ducks.
Sorry.
'opkirk?
Hopkirk.
Come on Jeff, we shouldn't be in here.
We're just doing our job.
I mean Jeannie come on,
it's quite clear she's
not telling us everything, isn't it?
Yes, but if she doesn't want to talk
to us then we shouldn't force her to.
We could ask around.
We could watch the house.
We could even follow her.
That won't be necessary.
If I take you to him,
will you let him rest in peace?
There he is.
30 years asleep.
He was always a dreamer.
And now dreams is all he has.
We'll bring you the money, Mrs Hope.
I don't want any money. -Eh?
-Can't you understand.
You were never here. You never saw
Maurice. You will go and never come back.
You don't don't know how long
I've waited for this 'opkirk.
I think you got the wrong bloke,
I've never seen you before in me life.
Nice try.
Shaving off the moustache don't fool me.
You always was a weasel.
A weasel and a coward.
Yeah, alright, I'm a weasel and a coward,
but I think it's a severe case
of mistaken identity.
I'm gonna rip your soul out and eat it.
They say that
you can't feel nothing up here,
but you can always
feel pain, and I know
how to hurt you in a
million different ways.
Yeah, I've always said that
the only good copper is a dead copper
and the only good dead copper
is a good dead copper in pain.
Now that wasn't
a very elegant insult, was it?
Shut up Gomez.
Well, who got out of the
wrong side of his coffin this morning?
Well, look, I think it's
my father Larry you want.
I'm not a copper.
I never have been.
You're not Larry 'opkirk?
You're not Larry 'opkirk?
I'm 'is son Marty.
Pleased to meet you. And you are?
Who am I? I am your nemesis.
Well, we've already established that,
but could you be a bit more specific?
Sidney Crabbe.
It's definitely me father you want.
We'll see about that.
Larry 'opkirk, listen up.
I've got your son here
and I'm about to make his death
very miserable indeed.
You can run 'opkirk,
but you'll never be free of me.
You will never be free of me.
I'm sorry Harry,
but she's adamant. She wants none of it.
I'm afraid there's
nothing else we can do for you.
I'm offering
a substantial amount of money.
It's not about the money.
You didn't tell her who I was?
-No, no.
I don't see what the problem is then.
Listen, Mr Wallis. You felt
rotten about what you did
to Maurice and you wanted
to make sure he was alright.
Well, he is. He's obviously
well looked after. He's loved,
things are as good as they can be.
Couldn't you give me
the address could you?
I could could send something,
a letter or --
No - Harry, she doesn't want
any contact at all. I'm sorry.
Maybe you should just respect her wishes.
Put it out of your mind.
Forget about the past. It's all over now.
Maybe you're right.
Sorry.
Bye.
Bye.
Do you think we've done the right thing?
Of course we did.
Lost our fee again though.
Yeah, well.
It's easier for a camel
to pass through the eye of a needle
than a rich man to enter
the gates of Heaven.
That's true Jeannie, but you know,
I don't want to enter the gates of Heaven.
All I want to do is
pay one or perhaps two --
can you imagine three of these bills?
You've got to help me Wyvern.
I'm in big trouble.
Oh?
-Sydney Crabbe's after me.
Who?
-Somebody that my dad sort of killed.
If there is blood involved Mr. Hopkirk
then there is nothing I can do.
The ties of death
are stronger than I. I warned you.
Well, maybe my dad can help me.
Where can I find him?
He's not here in Limbo. He passed over
to the realm of the dreaming dead.
Right?
Where's that then?
Second star to the right
and straight on, till morning.
Where? - It's not exactly anywhere.
This place is a construct
of dreams and memories.
In his death is where you'll find him,
if you find him.
In his death and in your heart.
He is not of this world.
He can do no more than talk.
No, he's my dad.
He'll help me. Somehow he'll help me.
Jeannie!
-I thought you might like to drown
your sorrows,
but maybe some other time.
No, don't go Jeannie.
I'll only be a minute.
Come in please. Go through.
No funny business though, yeah?
I'm not sure about this, Harry.
I am Larry.
Dad?
Let's end this thing once and for all.
Still don't like it.
-You don't have to like it.
Just do as you're told.
Dad?
Dad?
Dad?
Dad.
Who is it?
-It's me.
You look vaguely familiar.
It's me, Marty. Your son.
-Marty?
You look different.
'ave you put on weight?
Dad. I'm 30 years old.
You haven't seen me since I was eight.
You forget so much.
So much.
Well, I'll be seeing you. Things to do.
Dad. Wait. I need to talk to you.
Listen, you remember Sidney Crabbe?
Sidney Crabbe?
The gangster. Sidney Crabbe the gangster.
Ah Sidney Crabbe.
It's alright I've forgiven 'im.
Yeah, well he hasn't forgiven you.
But he can't get to you.
So he's after me instead.
Are you dead son?
-Yes, I'm afraid I am.
Us 'opkirks always were an unlucky bunch.
Always destined to die
before we'd ever amount to anything.
Even as a child
I knew you'd never amount to anything.
Dad, I really needed
to hear that right now
Look, I need your help. He's after me.
I'm too busy.
-Busy!? Busy doing what?
Million and one things. Million and one.
Dad. Dad.
Never amount to anything,
us 'opkirks, even in death.
Dad.
Your father wouldn't help you.
Yeah, I know.
I don't know what to do.
I have to get away from Sydney.
Maybe I could just stay down with Jeff.
If you have seen
Sidney Crabbe here in Limbo,
then he is a restless soul like yourself.
Still attached to his chosen one.
To someone on the mortal plane.
You may never be able
to get away from him anywhere.
What's the worst that could do he?
He could cast you into
the pit of oblivion where your soul...
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Languish for time without end
in pain without beginning.
Thanks for the tip old man.
Thanks for the tip.
Try not to be afraid. Mr Hopkirk.
He will feed on your fear.
Who said I was afraid?
I'll get it.
Come in.
Sorry, did you want to see Jeff?
No, it's alright. You'll do fine.
Is it about Maurice Crabbe?
I've 'ad an idea.
-Oh yeah?
Yeah, I thought you could take me to him.
I'm sorry?
-Take me to him.
You know I can't do that.
-Can't you?
Come on, let's go.
Help me Jeff.
Syd's after me. Jeff! Jeannie.
That's enough of this.
Let's go and find Maurice.
Don't call Randall again. If he comes
through that door, he's a dead man.
Jeff - That's more...
This is ridiculous.
Stop your squawking
and get out to the car.
Jeff!
Jeff!
You never intended to give
Maurice Crabbe any money, did you?
He killed my best friend.
Stole my wife.
The man's brother put a bullet in my back
and sent me to a long, slow death.
Don't make me laugh darling.
I don't want to give him any money.
So your plan was to kill him.
And then what?
Do you really think
you can get away with it?
What do I care?
There's a bullet next to my heart.
It only needs to move
a millimetre and I'm dead.
30 years I've been suffering
while Maurice sleeps.
Is that fair?
No.
I wanna make sure he goes first.
Jeannie?
There you are.
-What are you doing here? Where's Jeannie?
She's been kidnapped?
Oh yeah, course she has.
Wallis came in with a gun
and bundled her off in her car.
I was gonna go with him but
the further away from you I am,
the less me powers get.
Marty why didn't you come and get me.
Because you were in the shower.
Marty, you moron.
Come on, let's get after them.
In the shower making himself
all clean and fresh so he
could seduce my fiance.
Hello Deidre.
-Harry.
Sydney was in cold storage. He'd given
up haunting. He was just waiting.
Waiting for what?
-He'd lost contact with his chosen one.
What the person down here
who can see him, yeah? - Yeah.
So who is Sydney's chosen one?
I don't know, but he
must have lost touch with him
and when you lose
touch you become inactive.
You shut down.
-What woke him up then?
You did. When you and Jeannie
went digging up the past,
stirring up that old business
about him and his brother Maurice.
You reactivated him.
Yeah, I'm sorry Marty
but I couldn't have known could I?
Can Sydney get to you down here?
-I don't know I'm not sure.
I don't think so,
but I can't stay down there forever.
I get tired and when I get tired,
I gotta go back.
You might have thought
once you were dead,
only troubles would
be over, wouldn't you?
Well, the bottom line is Jeff,
I wish I was still alive.
Bottom line is Marty, I wish you were too.
Wakey, wakey.
Sweet revenge.
If you can hear me sleeping beauty,
I'm gonna kill you.
I'll kill you
and then I'm gonna kill Deirdre.
I don't care what happens.
Here Jeff, they're in here.
Jeannie. Jeannie you alright?
Where's Wallis?
-Sweet dreams.
I hope you're satisfied.
I'm sorry Mrs Hope.
I thought we were doing the right thing.
Maurice. -Maurice.
Wallis.
-Jeff!
Are you alright? -'course I'm not
alright Marty. I've just been shot.
It's OK it's not bleeding much.
Maurice, you old fraud.
-Sorry.
I'm not!
-No Sydney.
I'll deal with you later, Maurice.
No Syd. Leave me alone.
Please, leave me alone.
I chose you. You can't un-choose me.
Now. 'opkirk. You're coming with me.
There you go. The pit of oblivion.
Do you have the guts to do what I did?
Do you have the guts
to throw yourself into oblivion?
Or do I 'ave to help yer?
Syd, I was only eight years old
when me dad died. You can't blame me.
Shut up! My only regret is he only had
one son. I wish there was more of you
'opkirk scum to look down there.
Yeah, when I'm done with you,
I'm gonna go and give
that bullet near Wallis's heart,
a little nudge. I knew I'd get
that fat sod. And after that,
after that, I am going
to have words with my
brother Maurice
for tricking me all these years.
Oh, sweet death.
I've never believed in ghosts. I don't
think I ever really believed Maurice,
but he believed it.
He really believed
his brother Sidney was
haunting him.
Making him do things. Bad things.
And then when he was shot,
he was in a coma for months.
But one day I was with him
in the hospital and he winked at me.
He was awake.
But the only way
he could be free of his haunting
was to pretend that
he was still out of it.
After a while he said
Sidney stopped coming.
And in the end I brought him here
and we've been hiding ever since.
The ambulance is on its way.
How's he doing?
I don't know, he's unconscious.
Feels very cold.
Come on fight Jeff.
Come on, please.
Please come on.
Jeannie --
Well old son, time's up.
Daddy's not going to
come and rescue you.
And if you're not man enough
to take the plunge --
I don't see any point in it.
Sydney please.
Can't we work something out?
-Don't waste your breath 'opkirk.
Nothing and no-one is gonna save you now.
Oh no! Not again!
Are you alright?
-Yeah. Thanks.
You're welcome.
Wait, a minute,
you're not supposed to be here.
I am. I'm dead, I think.
No, you're not, pal.
Come on, we gonna have to get you back.
It's too late for that.
It's never too late, Jeff.
Come on Jeff. Fight. Come on, please.
Jeannie.
Jeff.
Thank God.
Don't thank him too soon Maurice.
Your troubles aren't over yet.
Let's get this over with.
Oh oh.
Oh.
Oh
No, you listen to me.
I've been there, right?
I'm the one who's dead,
so don't try to tell me
about the afterlife works.
Alright, Marty, keep your shirt on.
All I'm saying is is that
Wallis had a pretty miserable life.
He deserves to
see out eternity somewhere nice.
Jeff, the man tried to kill you.
Yeah, but he didn't did he?
I mean I lost a lot of blood, yeah?
But I think at the end of the day,
he 'ad a point
What point?
He was a copper. Of all people
he should have
understood about justice.
He'll have gone down stairs.
He was alright. He'll be on a cloud now.
Somewhere up there,
probably playing the harp.
The harp?! It'll be
fire and brimstone and treacle for --
No way. No way. They'll forgive him.
Jeff. For the last time,
he'll have gone down. He's a bad man.
Marty. You are so easy to wind up.
Larry.
wasting your time. There's no way out.
There's always a way out,
Wallis. I'll find it.
It's the end of your life Sydney.
I don't care.
What are you going to do next?
It's the end of your life, Sydney.
Don't make me laugh. What, you two? Laurel
and bleedin' ardy? Take me, Sydney Crabbe?
You mate -- get out!
Not you.
Wait Sydney.
I'll remember you 'opkirk.
I'll remember everything.
Wait Sydney. Don't do it. Don't jump.
-I'll see -- you -- later.
Blimey.
Hello, come in.
Hello. Harry Wallis.
-Jeff Randall. Pleased to meet you.
Actually, it was Hopkirk I wanted to see.
I'm afraid that would be a bit tricky.
How tricky?
-He's dead.
That's very tricky.
But I'm his partner. If you'd like to come
through, I'm sure I'll be able to help.
Perhaps. Yeah, I, I used to know his
father, Larry. He was my Sergeant.
You're not Inspector Harry Wallis are you?
I was once.
How lovely to meet you Mr Wallis.
Take a seat.
Marty used to talk
about you an awful lot, you know.
What was it you say? Harry and Larry?
- Yeah.
So,
what happened to Marty then?
Was it illness?
No, he was, he was working on a case
that he was murdered.
So, history repeats itself.
Poor Marty.
Bravo. Bravo.
You are a star pupil. I think it's safe to
say that you can now graduate with honors.
A fully qualified ghost.
But there is still much to learn.
You are only at grade one.
However, I see no reason why you shouldn't
be allowed to get out and about a bit.
Meet some of the other inhabitants
and join the club as it were.
You mean, there's more
to the afterlife than this? -Much more.
You have only ever
had the tiniest of glimpses.
Then I shall explore the lot.
Only if you are very foolish.
There are some areas
you will not wish to visit.
Like where?
-Like the waiting room,
where countless malevolent
spirits are filed away.
Those inanimate souls who have
lost contact with the mortal realm.
But how can that happen?
Everything that happens among the
living has resonance among the dead.
Connections made there
can connect with our world
and connections broken
can sometimes never be mended.
You mean, if something
happened to Jeff then
I might lose touch with him?
Yes, or if something happened to you.
That's why I'm constantly
nagging you to keep up with your lessons.
I don't ever want
to see you ending up there.
But enough of these
gloomy thoughts. I feel,
I feel a ceremony coming on.
I'm getting out of here today. Not you.
He was a mean,
vicious little bastard was Sidney Crabbe.
After he copped it well, we thought
the reign of the Crabbes was over.
But we hadn't reckoned
on his little brother, Maurice.
Never been interested in
the family business. Shy, bookish type.
Turned out to have quite a flair for it.
We couldn't lay a finger on him.
Seemed to have an almost supernatural
ability to stay one
jump ahead of the game.
So,
me and Larry in the end, well,
we set him up.
Wasn't difficult. All very hush hush.
Nobody was supposed to know about it.
Somebody else's wife.
But you knew about it, didn't you?
She was my wife, Mr Randall. Deirdre.
I'm not sure about this Harry.
I am Larry.
They're pensioning me off.
This bullet's still in my back.
Before I go, I want to end this thing once and for all.
I still don't like it.
You don't have to like it.
Just do as you're told.
Deirdre?
Deirdre?
Where are you Deirdre?
Over here, darling. Surprise, surprise.
A little something for you Maurice.
-I'm sorry,
Inspector Wallis. -Eh?
There was chaos. Lead flying everywhere.
Maurice took a slug in the head and
Larry took one in the chest.
Sorry Larry. It wasn't
supposed to happen like this.
It's ok. I don't think it's serious.
-You'll be alright.
Maurice? Did we get him?
Sydney? -It's Maurice you mean.
Sydney's long dead.
Sydney.
Sydney.
Sydney.
That's the last thing he ever said.
Must have been hallucinating.
I thought he was
going to pull through, but,
it was like the life
'ad just been plucked out of him.
He was a good cop.
Marty used to talk about him a lot,
but, he never told me how he died.
No, he was only eight years old
at the time. Poor little mite.
What a mess.
It's still in there, the bullet.
It's in my spine so they couldn't operate.
It's been rattling round
my body ever since.
Finally found its way to my heart.
I don't know when it's gonna shift again
and I'll be joining Larry 6 feet under.
I'm very sorry to hear that Mr Wallis.
Well, we none of us live forever.
But before I go? I want
to try and put things right.
So I've got a pretty substantial
life insurance policy.
It's no good to me. No family.
And it's not like I believe there's
anything there after you've gone.
Onward and upward brave soul of mine.
A horn blast comes around the open road.
Do you hear it?
Do you see the Golden sign?
Heavens now or your abode.
The purist air
shall be your wine and clouds of joy
shall be your ....
Your medal,
your diploma,
and here, your membership card.
A word of warning Mr. Hopkirk
Limbo is a powerful and mysterious place.
You will not always be under my wing.
There are dangers, even here.
I'll be alright, Mr. Wyvern. What can
happen to me? After all I'm already dead.
Yes, it all came out.
It was the end of Wallis's career.
He was booted out of the police force.
He's working as a security guard now.
Maurice Crabbe has been
in a coma ever since? -Yeah.
No wonder Wallis feels
so guilty about him.
Which is why he's hired us
to track down Maurice,
so he can put some money towards his care.
Look Jeannie. When we get there will
you just let me
do all the talking?
You keep your mouth shut.
Why?
Jeannie, I'm the trained detective.
You're just, just a girl.
Jeannie, Jeannie,
that was just a joke. It's just a joke.
No it wasn't Jeff. A joke is when you say
something funny and
the other person laughs.
Why didn't someone
tell me about this before?
What is it?
Hello, I wanna come in please.
Are you a member?
Course I am!
Hello ducky. Welcome to Limbo.
Care for a glass of champagne.
That would be very nice my good man.
That's if you are a man.
Slips down easy, doesn't it, sir?
-Doesn't taste of anything.
Because it doesn't exist.
None of this is real after all.
It's just whatever you want it to be.
Anything?
-Anything at all Ducks?
Right, I'll have a pint.
Wish I wasn't dead.
Oh God yes, the Crabbes.
They lived on this street years ago.
Rather exciting, isn't it?
One of the reasons
the house prices are so high I think,
it's colorful history.
That post box over there.
That's where Terry the overcoat
Robinson was decapitated.
But it was all before my time.
As you see, luckily,
things have changed --
Working class folk have moved on.
Except for old Ken. Number 68.
He knows everyone.
Ah yes. I know everyone.
Met Margaret Thatcher, before she was PM.
Yeah, and I once bumped into
Sir Laurence Olivier in the street
and he swore at me.
Lovely voice.
Look at this gearbox
from an Austin Healey.
It's amazing the stuff
that people will throw away.
They were a bad bunch, the Crabbes.
Though they loved kids.
You know Doctor Barnard?
The transplant man?
Did my brother Alfred. Lungs.
You see this. I salvaged
this lot from a house up the road.
They left it all in a skip.
Perfectly good wood,
apart from the dry rot.
When Maurice had his accident
'course there was
no one left to take care of him.
His mother had passed over
just before. Sydney had gone.
Maurice was in hospital for a while.
Saint Lucy's.
Could still be there for all I know.
Thanks very much, that's great. Thank you.
How about the racing driver?
He crashed into my car.
And I once worked with that --
And how about you?
Have you haunted anywhere interesting?
Oh, I used to do
that sort of thing all over the place,
but I don't bother with it much anymore.
It's so -- boring.
Yes isn't it just.
And how did you die?
If that's not a rude question.
I myself died very dramatically.
I threw down my life to save --
Poodle?
You should know we can't
give out any information on patients.
It's strictly confidential.
But somebody wants
to give him some money.
Make sure he's
properly looked after.
That's really none of my concern.
The fact is, I can't tell
you where Maurice Crabbe is.
So he was here then?
Look, if you're not visiting a patient,
could you kindly leave
the hospital premises.
Thanks.
Excuse me, did you say Maurice Crabbe?
-Yes.
I remember Maurice.
She wouldn't. Too young.
Doctors and patients come and go.
Me, I've been here forever.
He just lay there
did Maurice for months and months.
Sweet he looked. Really peaceful.
Then one day,
someone came and took him away.
Someone? Who?
-A lady. Don't know she was.
Nice lady. I'd seen her before, visiting.
Anyway, they just wheeled him out
and that was the last I saw of him.
People come and go here, you know.
They come in sick.
And they go out well.
Unless they go out dead.
Nice here, isn't it?
Boring. I'm so bored of it.
Oh so bored, I wish I was dead.
You are dead!
No. Really dead. Dead and gone. Dust.
I should have thrown myself
into the pit of oblivion.
Into what?
Oh, you are green, aren't you?
It's where you go
when you can't stand the boredom any more.
Your soul gets torn into a million pieces
and you writhe in endless torment,
but least it can make a change.
So why don't
you chuck yourself in it then?
It would be just -- too boring.
Would you care for another glass
of imaginary champagne, ducky?
Why not? I am celebrating.
I've finally arrived.
Things are looking good.
Right Jeannie. What I'm gonna do is.
I'm gonna hack into the
hospital computer system.
Find out where they took Maurice to.
Yeah, how you gonna do that
Mr. Computer Whiz Kid?
On account of my computer whizzkid-iness.
OK, so how do you do it?
I tell you what.
Don't you worry your pretty little head
about it just at the moment, Jeannie, OK?
Ow, it was a joke.
It was a joke. I'm sorry.
Yeah well you just behave yourself.
I'm going to go to the library
and check out the old newspaper reports.
Jeannie, come here.
Jeannie, if you want
to be a private detective,
you gotta be much more precise
in your language you know.
Don't just say the first thing
that comes into your head.
You're gonna check out the reports?
Check out?
Examine.
-Nice - Nice?
Perfect. -OK, I'll see you later.
-Later?
How do I get on to this thing?
Marty?
Marty?
Marty?! Really.
You're a private detective as well?
I bet you've got some stories to tell?
No? Oh well, nice talking to you.
So why can't this inspector Wallis
character look for Maurice himself?
He was a policeman after all wasn't he?
Exactly Wendy?
How close do you think he'd get?
He was the one that shot
Maurice in the first place.
Good point.
Maurice is well hidden somewhere,
but if we can hack into the
hospital computer --
Listen to you.
Proper little detective aren't you, sis?
I guess I am. Maybe I should get
my name painted on the office door.
It's just that Jeff needs
all the help he can get.
He's a bit of a lost soul these days.
You're very good at
feeling sorry for other people.
No! I just get protective over Jeff.
Do I detect the stirrings of passion?
What Jeff?
Don't be ridiculous.
You're blushing, darling.
-I'm not blushing.
It's just sometimes I'd like to hold him,
tell him everything's gonna be alright.
I wish someone would do that for me.
Oh everything's gonna be alright.
Hello.- Marty. What the hell
do you think you're doing?
I've got some great news, Jeff.
Not now Marty. Look.
-What?
Oh sorry. -Yes.
You kept that quiet didn't ya?
Marty, get out.
Now.
Marty, don't you ever appear
when I'm in the shower again.
You're always turning up
at the wrong moment.
It's very embarrassing.
Well, I don't know do I?
I don't know what you're up to
till I get down here.
Anyway, let me tell you about --
Listen, Marty I need you
to hack into a computer system for me.
Hey, I'm trying to tell
you something important.
You wanna think about
somebody else for a change.
I'm dead, remember.
Marty, listen, I'm sorry
but nobody ever said that
being dead was going to
be one long cocktail party.
Well, actually it is. That's what
I've been trying to tell you about.
I've finally done it. Grade one.
I'm now allowed to mingle
with all the other dead people.
I've met Marilyn Monroe,
Mata Hari. Bridget Bardot.
Bridget Bardot isn't dead.
Well, alright, it wasn't her.
It was that other
really sexy French actress.
Look, I'm very pleased for
you Marty. But will you just --
Marie Antoinette.
Marty shut up and listen to me
while I tell you what it is.
What I want you to do.
Can't believe you're
trying to find Maurice Crabbe.
He killed my father, for God's sake
You don't know that. It was a stray
bullet. It could have been anyone.
And why are you apologizing for him?
Quite frankly, Marty, Wallis is offering
a very good fee and I'm skint.
Will you stop doing that?
He's been in a coma for 30 years.
He's served his time, hasn't he?
All I want is the address.
Alright I'll get it for you.
But after that,
I'll have no more to do this, right?
You're on you're own on this one.
I'm going back to where I'm
appreciated. So don't try and call me.
Still don't know how you did it, Jeff.
How you found the address.
I'm a detective Jeannie. It's my job.
Jeff, has anyone ever
told you that you look like a monkey?
It was a joke. OK, it was a joke.
But you said a joke's when you say
something funny
and the other person laughs.
Alright, it wasn't a joke.
So you're saying,
I do look like a monkey.
Yeah. You do.
Oh, right.
What kind of monkey?
Mrs Hope?
-Yes.
Hello. Could we have a word, please?
But I don't know where Maurice is.
You went to see him
in the hospital though.
Yes. I don't know who told you
I brought him home with me.
It was 30 years ago.
Why can't I be left alone?
But we've got a substantial
amount of money for Maurice.
And you won't tell me
who this mysterious benefactor is.
I can't. He wants to remain anonymous.
I know this is difficult,
dredging up old memories,
but if you had any idea where he was?
Maurice never wanted
anything to do with Sydney's life.
But after Syd died, he had no choice.
Well, he's out of it now
and I don't want
anything to take him back.
We wouldn't Mrs. Hope.
But we're not going to give up.
It's just a matter of time.
We're gonna find Maurice whatever.
Why? Why can't you leave him be?
You're just stirring up
ghosts from the past.
Have you got any olives?
Green or black?
Wouldn't make any
difference as it's all imaginary,
I might as well eat cheese footballs.
Might as well eat real footballs.
There's no taste, no texture, no nothing.
That's a double negative Ducks.
Sorry.
'opkirk?
Hopkirk.
Come on Jeff, we shouldn't be in here.
We're just doing our job.
I mean Jeannie come on,
it's quite clear she's
not telling us everything, isn't it?
Yes, but if she doesn't want to talk
to us then we shouldn't force her to.
We could ask around.
We could watch the house.
We could even follow her.
That won't be necessary.
If I take you to him,
will you let him rest in peace?
There he is.
30 years asleep.
He was always a dreamer.
And now dreams is all he has.
We'll bring you the money, Mrs Hope.
I don't want any money. -Eh?
-Can't you understand.
You were never here. You never saw
Maurice. You will go and never come back.
You don't don't know how long
I've waited for this 'opkirk.
I think you got the wrong bloke,
I've never seen you before in me life.
Nice try.
Shaving off the moustache don't fool me.
You always was a weasel.
A weasel and a coward.
Yeah, alright, I'm a weasel and a coward,
but I think it's a severe case
of mistaken identity.
I'm gonna rip your soul out and eat it.
They say that
you can't feel nothing up here,
but you can always
feel pain, and I know
how to hurt you in a
million different ways.
Yeah, I've always said that
the only good copper is a dead copper
and the only good dead copper
is a good dead copper in pain.
Now that wasn't
a very elegant insult, was it?
Shut up Gomez.
Well, who got out of the
wrong side of his coffin this morning?
Well, look, I think it's
my father Larry you want.
I'm not a copper.
I never have been.
You're not Larry 'opkirk?
You're not Larry 'opkirk?
I'm 'is son Marty.
Pleased to meet you. And you are?
Who am I? I am your nemesis.
Well, we've already established that,
but could you be a bit more specific?
Sidney Crabbe.
It's definitely me father you want.
We'll see about that.
Larry 'opkirk, listen up.
I've got your son here
and I'm about to make his death
very miserable indeed.
You can run 'opkirk,
but you'll never be free of me.
You will never be free of me.
I'm sorry Harry,
but she's adamant. She wants none of it.
I'm afraid there's
nothing else we can do for you.
I'm offering
a substantial amount of money.
It's not about the money.
You didn't tell her who I was?
-No, no.
I don't see what the problem is then.
Listen, Mr Wallis. You felt
rotten about what you did
to Maurice and you wanted
to make sure he was alright.
Well, he is. He's obviously
well looked after. He's loved,
things are as good as they can be.
Couldn't you give me
the address could you?
I could could send something,
a letter or --
No - Harry, she doesn't want
any contact at all. I'm sorry.
Maybe you should just respect her wishes.
Put it out of your mind.
Forget about the past. It's all over now.
Maybe you're right.
Sorry.
Bye.
Bye.
Do you think we've done the right thing?
Of course we did.
Lost our fee again though.
Yeah, well.
It's easier for a camel
to pass through the eye of a needle
than a rich man to enter
the gates of Heaven.
That's true Jeannie, but you know,
I don't want to enter the gates of Heaven.
All I want to do is
pay one or perhaps two --
can you imagine three of these bills?
You've got to help me Wyvern.
I'm in big trouble.
Oh?
-Sydney Crabbe's after me.
Who?
-Somebody that my dad sort of killed.
If there is blood involved Mr. Hopkirk
then there is nothing I can do.
The ties of death
are stronger than I. I warned you.
Well, maybe my dad can help me.
Where can I find him?
He's not here in Limbo. He passed over
to the realm of the dreaming dead.
Right?
Where's that then?
Second star to the right
and straight on, till morning.
Where? - It's not exactly anywhere.
This place is a construct
of dreams and memories.
In his death is where you'll find him,
if you find him.
In his death and in your heart.
He is not of this world.
He can do no more than talk.
No, he's my dad.
He'll help me. Somehow he'll help me.
Jeannie!
-I thought you might like to drown
your sorrows,
but maybe some other time.
No, don't go Jeannie.
I'll only be a minute.
Come in please. Go through.
No funny business though, yeah?
I'm not sure about this, Harry.
I am Larry.
Dad?
Let's end this thing once and for all.
Still don't like it.
-You don't have to like it.
Just do as you're told.
Dad?
Dad?
Dad?
Dad.
Who is it?
-It's me.
You look vaguely familiar.
It's me, Marty. Your son.
-Marty?
You look different.
'ave you put on weight?
Dad. I'm 30 years old.
You haven't seen me since I was eight.
You forget so much.
So much.
Well, I'll be seeing you. Things to do.
Dad. Wait. I need to talk to you.
Listen, you remember Sidney Crabbe?
Sidney Crabbe?
The gangster. Sidney Crabbe the gangster.
Ah Sidney Crabbe.
It's alright I've forgiven 'im.
Yeah, well he hasn't forgiven you.
But he can't get to you.
So he's after me instead.
Are you dead son?
-Yes, I'm afraid I am.
Us 'opkirks always were an unlucky bunch.
Always destined to die
before we'd ever amount to anything.
Even as a child
I knew you'd never amount to anything.
Dad, I really needed
to hear that right now
Look, I need your help. He's after me.
I'm too busy.
-Busy!? Busy doing what?
Million and one things. Million and one.
Dad. Dad.
Never amount to anything,
us 'opkirks, even in death.
Dad.
Your father wouldn't help you.
Yeah, I know.
I don't know what to do.
I have to get away from Sydney.
Maybe I could just stay down with Jeff.
If you have seen
Sidney Crabbe here in Limbo,
then he is a restless soul like yourself.
Still attached to his chosen one.
To someone on the mortal plane.
You may never be able
to get away from him anywhere.
What's the worst that could do he?
He could cast you into
the pit of oblivion where your soul...
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Languish for time without end
in pain without beginning.
Thanks for the tip old man.
Thanks for the tip.
Try not to be afraid. Mr Hopkirk.
He will feed on your fear.
Who said I was afraid?
I'll get it.
Come in.
Sorry, did you want to see Jeff?
No, it's alright. You'll do fine.
Is it about Maurice Crabbe?
I've 'ad an idea.
-Oh yeah?
Yeah, I thought you could take me to him.
I'm sorry?
-Take me to him.
You know I can't do that.
-Can't you?
Come on, let's go.
Help me Jeff.
Syd's after me. Jeff! Jeannie.
That's enough of this.
Let's go and find Maurice.
Don't call Randall again. If he comes
through that door, he's a dead man.
Jeff - That's more...
This is ridiculous.
Stop your squawking
and get out to the car.
Jeff!
Jeff!
You never intended to give
Maurice Crabbe any money, did you?
He killed my best friend.
Stole my wife.
The man's brother put a bullet in my back
and sent me to a long, slow death.
Don't make me laugh darling.
I don't want to give him any money.
So your plan was to kill him.
And then what?
Do you really think
you can get away with it?
What do I care?
There's a bullet next to my heart.
It only needs to move
a millimetre and I'm dead.
30 years I've been suffering
while Maurice sleeps.
Is that fair?
No.
I wanna make sure he goes first.
Jeannie?
There you are.
-What are you doing here? Where's Jeannie?
She's been kidnapped?
Oh yeah, course she has.
Wallis came in with a gun
and bundled her off in her car.
I was gonna go with him but
the further away from you I am,
the less me powers get.
Marty why didn't you come and get me.
Because you were in the shower.
Marty, you moron.
Come on, let's get after them.
In the shower making himself
all clean and fresh so he
could seduce my fiance.
Hello Deidre.
-Harry.
Sydney was in cold storage. He'd given
up haunting. He was just waiting.
Waiting for what?
-He'd lost contact with his chosen one.
What the person down here
who can see him, yeah? - Yeah.
So who is Sydney's chosen one?
I don't know, but he
must have lost touch with him
and when you lose
touch you become inactive.
You shut down.
-What woke him up then?
You did. When you and Jeannie
went digging up the past,
stirring up that old business
about him and his brother Maurice.
You reactivated him.
Yeah, I'm sorry Marty
but I couldn't have known could I?
Can Sydney get to you down here?
-I don't know I'm not sure.
I don't think so,
but I can't stay down there forever.
I get tired and when I get tired,
I gotta go back.
You might have thought
once you were dead,
only troubles would
be over, wouldn't you?
Well, the bottom line is Jeff,
I wish I was still alive.
Bottom line is Marty, I wish you were too.
Wakey, wakey.
Sweet revenge.
If you can hear me sleeping beauty,
I'm gonna kill you.
I'll kill you
and then I'm gonna kill Deirdre.
I don't care what happens.
Here Jeff, they're in here.
Jeannie. Jeannie you alright?
Where's Wallis?
-Sweet dreams.
I hope you're satisfied.
I'm sorry Mrs Hope.
I thought we were doing the right thing.
Maurice. -Maurice.
Wallis.
-Jeff!
Are you alright? -'course I'm not
alright Marty. I've just been shot.
It's OK it's not bleeding much.
Maurice, you old fraud.
-Sorry.
I'm not!
-No Sydney.
I'll deal with you later, Maurice.
No Syd. Leave me alone.
Please, leave me alone.
I chose you. You can't un-choose me.
Now. 'opkirk. You're coming with me.
There you go. The pit of oblivion.
Do you have the guts to do what I did?
Do you have the guts
to throw yourself into oblivion?
Or do I 'ave to help yer?
Syd, I was only eight years old
when me dad died. You can't blame me.
Shut up! My only regret is he only had
one son. I wish there was more of you
'opkirk scum to look down there.
Yeah, when I'm done with you,
I'm gonna go and give
that bullet near Wallis's heart,
a little nudge. I knew I'd get
that fat sod. And after that,
after that, I am going
to have words with my
brother Maurice
for tricking me all these years.
Oh, sweet death.
I've never believed in ghosts. I don't
think I ever really believed Maurice,
but he believed it.
He really believed
his brother Sidney was
haunting him.
Making him do things. Bad things.
And then when he was shot,
he was in a coma for months.
But one day I was with him
in the hospital and he winked at me.
He was awake.
But the only way
he could be free of his haunting
was to pretend that
he was still out of it.
After a while he said
Sidney stopped coming.
And in the end I brought him here
and we've been hiding ever since.
The ambulance is on its way.
How's he doing?
I don't know, he's unconscious.
Feels very cold.
Come on fight Jeff.
Come on, please.
Please come on.
Jeannie --
Well old son, time's up.
Daddy's not going to
come and rescue you.
And if you're not man enough
to take the plunge --
I don't see any point in it.
Sydney please.
Can't we work something out?
-Don't waste your breath 'opkirk.
Nothing and no-one is gonna save you now.
Oh no! Not again!
Are you alright?
-Yeah. Thanks.
You're welcome.
Wait, a minute,
you're not supposed to be here.
I am. I'm dead, I think.
No, you're not, pal.
Come on, we gonna have to get you back.
It's too late for that.
It's never too late, Jeff.
Come on Jeff. Fight. Come on, please.
Jeannie.
Jeff.
Thank God.
Don't thank him too soon Maurice.
Your troubles aren't over yet.
Let's get this over with.
Oh oh.
Oh.
Oh
No, you listen to me.
I've been there, right?
I'm the one who's dead,
so don't try to tell me
about the afterlife works.
Alright, Marty, keep your shirt on.
All I'm saying is is that
Wallis had a pretty miserable life.
He deserves to
see out eternity somewhere nice.
Jeff, the man tried to kill you.
Yeah, but he didn't did he?
I mean I lost a lot of blood, yeah?
But I think at the end of the day,
he 'ad a point
What point?
He was a copper. Of all people
he should have
understood about justice.
He'll have gone down stairs.
He was alright. He'll be on a cloud now.
Somewhere up there,
probably playing the harp.
The harp?! It'll be
fire and brimstone and treacle for --
No way. No way. They'll forgive him.
Jeff. For the last time,
he'll have gone down. He's a bad man.
Marty. You are so easy to wind up.
Larry.