Trust (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - That's All Folks! - full transcript

Ah.
Oh!
Come along, come along.
You think Dennis
is a homosexual?
He's very fond of roses.
He's a gardener.
Of course he's fond of roses.
Are you unwell, Pen?
No, no. Not at all.
Just tired, possibly.
Of me?
Of course not.
We haven't been intimate
for some time.
Business?
The children?
Affairs in London?
You seem to be making
a lot of trips out.
No more than usual.
It's just sometimes
very hard, Paul.
A woman of my standing to be...
in permanent competition.
With whom, my dear?
You know perfectly well, Paul.
It's not seemly, it's...
it's humiliating.
There is no competition.
Spending the night
with a woman is easy.
And I do like sexual variety.
But with whom does one
spend the day?
The long, long day.
Now that...
is the challenge.
And there is only
one woman for me.
He certainly runs like a queer.
Oh, God.
Girls, come here.
Belinda, come here.
Help! Get off!
- Oh, no, look at that.
- Ow!
Oh, my.
Oh.
Hmm?
I know.
No.
Hmm?
Mamma mia...
How 'bout a cigarette?
Here.
So what?
They'll ask questions,
they'll take photographs,
they're journalists.
I'm hungry, it's hot.
-Mom. Great.
-You stay here.
It feels like
we've been kidnapped.
Don't you...
Yes.
We have Paul.
Everybody says they have him.
You have to prove it.
No, but... but we have him.
You have to prove it.
Terrorists,
crazy people, jokers,
they've all been ringing saying
they have him. I need proof.
No, but I'm telling you.
What color are his eyes?
How many fillings
does he have in his teeth?
He has a scar on his leg, where?
If you have him,
then you'll know something
that nobody else does.
Do you?
Well, do you?
No.
Hello?
Pronto?
What if that was the kidnappers?
Then they'll ring back.
Si.
Si.
To whom it may concern,
Thank you for your letter
to John Paul Getty,
and for explaining
your situation.
With regards
to your request for money,
Mr. Getty is a businessman,
not a charity.
He therefore regrets
he is unable to help you now
or at any time in the future.
He wishes you luck
in finding support elsewhere.
Bullimore.
For Paul.
Mr. Getty is not to be disturbed
during breakfast.
Disturbed doesn't cut it,
darling.
This little baby...
curdle his eggs.
11:00 p.m. in,
11:20 out.
Time out, 9:07,
time in, 10:38.
A lot of coming and going,
Penelope.
What of it?
We do not entertain you
as we did?
I have a life
outside the Gulag, Paul.
And we don't?
I honestly have no idea.
Miss Robina insisted, sir.
My grandson has made contact.
Via an Italian newspaper,
it seems.
-Is he all right?
-He neglects to say.
Golly, is that a ransom demand?
I suppose it would be...
if he had really been kidnapped.
So, wh-what are you going to do?
What I do with all
begging letters.
Robina.
He's off to write one of his
"unable to help now or at any
time in the future" letters.
Oh, come on.
For his own grandson?
He wouldn't.
Well, yeah, he would.
Ugh. Is it just me
or are those eggs off?
Wow.
I guess he missed
the press conference.
How much?
$17 million.
What?
Actually, it's not much
if you've been kidnapped.
A considerable amount
if you haven't.
Got to admire him for trying.
Things we have to do
to get in his bloody will.
No one's forcing you.
There's a whole
wide world out there.
Of which you appear
to be taking full advantage.
Hey, you have five minutes.
You just got to be patient, man.
If you're slow,
they swim right into your hand.
Done it before in California.
So, California, huh?
Always wanted to go there.
-Is it like in the films?
-I'd rather be here.
Yeah, locked in a barn
-with a gun to your head?
-No.
I mean, uh, I mean here.
You know?
Look around you.
A river, some trees.
A fish, maybe.
There's no Mick Jagger here.
There's no Coca-Cola here.
No-no drugs, no girls, no clubs.
There's nothing here.
I know Mick.
I do.
The Stones go to Treetops,
a nightclub in Rome.
You... Are you serious?
You mean, you know Mick Jagger?
Yeah.
I can introduce you.
Well...
you know, if...
Don't fucking try that
with me, huh?
Oh, oh, oh!
Fuck!
Hey, it was just for the fish.
Not bad.
The fish.
-It's good.
-Mm.
Hey, uh, how much
are you asking?
For ransom.
I don't know.
You don't know?
I'm just a translator.
They don't involve me
in that stuff.
Lira?
Dollars.
Shit. No. No.
Your grandfather
is a billionaire, come on.
Yeah, but he's the meanest
fucker in the world.
He has a payphone in his house.
A payphone.
It doesn't matter. The point is
he's a billionaire and he won't
even pay for a phone call.
He won't give you that much.
You have to know that.
I'm not lying.
Eh, eh...
Uh...
I don't know what I'm worth.
Uh...
Yes? Problem?
I... I just came
to see how you are.
-I'm fine.
-It's just that I saw.
The other day.
The dogs.
-It was unpleasant.
-Ah.
Bloody animals.
Yeah, I'm sore, if I'm honest.
Got a nasty bite.
Entertained the women
of the house, though.
Yes.
Well, they do like
their blood sports, don't they?
Follow me.
-What a place.
-My little hideout.
It's where I come
for a bit of R and R.
It's not against regs
or anything, but, um...
Well, you know
how it is around here.
Probably best
to keep schtum. Beer?
Oh... well, I, um...
I-I don't, actually...
very rarely.
And I-I need
to make sure that I...
Why not?
-That's good?
-Yeah.
Si, man, it's good.
Thank you.
Tell us a story
about yourself.
- A story.
- A story?
About me?
Perfetto. Perfetto.
All right.
I hear on the grapevine
that you're a bit of a rose man.
But...
how well do you know
this little lot?
What do you see?
Clematis, narcissus,
cyclamen, oleander.
Well, I know them,
obviously, but...
what do I see?
Well, if a chap like you
can't see it,
it's probably not there.
What am I looking for?
Ah, well, they might
have something in common.
And then again, they might not.
Bullimore is foxed.
Bullimore don't like it.
There was Jojo the Dog.
Uh, Jojo.
-Jojo.
-Jojo.
Jojo was really scared
of heights.
Really scared. Yeah?
And, uh, Harry the Horse...
...told him to jump.
Said to him, "Jump, Jojo. Jump."
But Jojo was...
was so scared, he...
he didn't want to do it,
you know?
H-He... he was scared
that if he jumped,
he'd be all alone.
Harry the Horse said to him,
"Listen, Jojo...
"if you believe...
...anything is possible."
That's right, yeah.
But Jojo the Dog,
he walked to the edge
of the cliff,
and he said...
"Can I?
Can I?"
Can he?
Can he jump?
Yeah? Yeah?
Yeah?
Arrivederci.
Bye-bye.
Then he's gone.
Arrivederci.
That's all, folks.
That's all, folks.
That's all, folks.
Finito.
-Jojo's your dog?
-Si.
Hello?
Kamarad, Jojo, Boxer.
Paul's dogs.
His dogs.
Oh, my God.
So we have him, yes?
Is he all right?
We have him, yes?
Y-Yes.
Yes, yes, you have him.
Is he all right?
Please tell me.
Via Amerigo Vespucci, 21.
One hour.
Come alone or we will kill him.
Okay?
It's a cinema.
-Understand? It's a cinema.
-What?
Yes... No.
Good-bye.
Wait. Wait,
can I please speak to him?
Please, can I...
Sutton Place.
Robina.
Robina, this is Gail.
Listen, um, the kidnappers
have just been in contact.
No matter what Chace told you,
this is real.
They're real.
Can I please speak with Paul?
Just a moment, Gail.
I'm afraid
you've just missed him, Gail.
Can I take a message?
Robina, please.
This is important.
I'll let him know you called.
You let him know,
as you're standing
right next to him,
that I've been in contact
with the kidnappers.
The ones that don't exist.
I'll do that, Gail.
Good-bye.
Did you hear that?
This is becoming bothersome.
Chace will handle her
in the future.
Righto.
-Ms. Getty!
-Ms. Getty!
Ms. Getty?
D-Don't turn.
Don't turn around.
You see me, your son dies.
Understand?
Yes.
Where's Paul? Please.
You need to pay, Mrs. Getty.
I don't have $17 million.
I don't have $1,700.
I'm divorced.
I don't get anything.
It's his-his father,
his grandfather.
They have the money.
Uh, why-why don't
they pay, allora?
-They don't believe you.
-Okay.
That's... I told you
the names of the dogs.
I understand. I, uh...
But they... they-they think
that Paul has
made this all up for money.
They think it's a, um,
a hoax, you understand?
This is no hoax, uh,
believe me.
-I do.
-Ah.
-I do.
-Then, they will believe, too.
Oh, my God.
He's with, uh,
very, very dangerous people.
And they want the money.
And I will be in-in contact.
My name is Fifty, okay?
Remember.
Can I talk to him, please?
Please.
Do you know him?
The dead man?
Martine?
No.
No, we don't.
Why won't you help?
Look at it.
This is Paul.
The person you love.
Don't you?
Well, don't you?
Look.
Look at his face.
I know that face, he's scared.
Of course he's scared.
Jesus.
Don't you care?
Christ.
This machine's going
to need therapy.
Oh, my God.
Do you want to tell him,
or shall I?
Are you telling me that this
is what is holding
our whole operation up?
This... is sacred land.
But have we offered them
a lot of sacred money?
We did.
-The governor?
-Him, too.
But apparently, it's a lot more
complicated than that.
Bullimore, turn that thing off.
Paul, darling.
Excuse me.
You need to look at this.
I'll be damned.
I know this guy.
Knew, unfortunately.
I stand corrected.
You believe this to be genuine?
He looks dead to me.
So what are you saying?
This business is not a hoax?
My grandson
really has been kidnapped?
What I'm saying is that when
people start getting killed,
whatever it is,
it's not a hoax anymore.
Oh.
Well, in which case,
you'd better open negotiations.
Damn it.
With the right people,
this time.
Take my plane,
get yourself back to Rome.
-Yes, sir.
-Robina will wire you
instructions.
Ma'am.
This is everything you know?
Everything I can remember.
Mm.
Before you sign this,
I should warn you that aiding
and abetting
is a criminal offense.
This is serious.
We were stupid.
Made a stupid mistake.
Charge me if you want to.
I don't care.
Please.
I just want Paul back.
Mm.
Okay.
You have family back in Berlin?
Yes.
What happens now?
You go to Berlin.
Why?
I'm not in danger, am I?
Who knows
what's around the corner?
Right?
It might be swimming.
A strong current.
Or, uh, at home--
a break-in gone wrong.
Or maybe the train station--
rush hour.
A little shove.
And you're cut in two
by the Inter-City.
Happens all the time.
We had one last week.
Like I said,
who knows
what's around the corner?
I'll take care of this for you.
It's been a pleasure.
Enjoy Berlin.
How much?
In Italian law,
any amount over $600
is extortion.
So the offer is
$600,
plus expenses.
$600?
If you had been present earlier,
you might understand.
I said, "plus expenses."
Italian accountancy.
One of life's great oxymorons.
In il bel paese...
you can load up
the expense side of the ledger
like a pack horse.
That should compensate everyone
for their trouble.
And the $600 figure
ensures both that
they are in the clear, legally,
and the Getty family
has very publicly
not paid a ransom.
It's a far cry from $17 million.
Naturally.
That's how negotiations work.
You don't think it will be open
to misinterpretation?
You know how the Italians are.
You have a girlfriend, hippy?
Yeah. Martine.
Beautiful?
The most beautiful woman
you've ever seen.
I swear, if I ever
get away from here,
we're gonna get married.
You want to be best man?
Yeah, funny.
If things were
different, why not?
Hmm?
Mm-hmm.
That's all?
Okay.
Ah.
-Fletcher, please.
-Ma'am.
Please, I beg you.
Ma'am.
I have my instructions.
Please. Gail, Gail.
Mr. Getty is the single most
effective businessman
in the world.
I will be back.
This isn't business!
This is my son!
$600.
No, no, it's... it's a mistake.
It's a mistake.
Huh?!
Hmm?
Shh, shh, shh.
Hide, little rabbit.
Hide in your burrow.
Don't worry.
Be very quiet.
Hippy.
We need to get out of here.
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