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Today, Piers, is a very special day.

I have a little treat for you.

You may drive my motor car.

Carefully. Thank you.

Carefully.

Mr.

Blake?

It's just arrived. I thought you might like to take it out with you. Excellent,

Vanessa. Thank you.

I must always have something sensational to read on the motorway. What is it?

A little report I've had run up by assiduous menials in forecasting the

Douglas Motors in the car industry of the future.

Amusing read.

They did warn me on the telephone. The analysis was a trifle candid.

Not a document to be mislaid on Douglas premises, then? Not just yet.

I think, Piers, I shall have to thrash this company's head against the wall

repeatedly. Until it's better.

Until I'm satisfied.

There is someone I hate more than Terry Wogan. Not us.

Not better yet?

It's really bad.

Well, we'd better get you up to the doctor's then.

It's only a bit bad.

Do you think you might be able to manage a little ride around the garden later

on? If I feel better.

Oh, no.

If you're off school, you're in bed.

Understood?

Right.

I have to go out for a while, so bed upstairs now all day.

Understood.

I'll be back by lunchtime.

Cut the price of a cup of tea, Governor. It's all right, my turn.

Give me £1 .60 for a pot of Earl Grey, have you? No.

Victoria.

Oh, you're beautiful.

Quit poetry. I mean, I'm likely to be sick.

So, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?

I'm pushing some second years through the earth's crust in half an hour, so I

thought I'd come by and tell you I love you.

I came by last night. You weren't in.

No, I was out.

Where? Oh, holding my father's hand. I expect nothing else with your family.

Yes, but you have a lot of fun watching the dynasty crumble piecemeal. Not when

you've got a 10 % stake in it. No.

Dad's got a new business consultant.

Who's that then?

He's, uh... Well, you wouldn't know him. Well, no, but is he old, young,

handsome? What?

Oldish, uglyish.

I don't know.

Nondescript, I guess.

There's this drinks thing at St John's tonight.

What's this?

No, Tony, I've got a lot to do.

It's a phone, Dad.

I've got to do some work.

You don't have to stay long. Just an hour or so.

I'm getting behind.

I was rather hoping we might have a little sort of celebration.

My paper's out today.

Oh, that's great.

I even managed to incorporate a few of the ideas that we were chatting over.

And which ideas were those?

This is your copy.

See what you think.

Dr. Burke thinks it's rather fine.

So, what do you want?

Short -term, I'm spectating. Coffee, bath, live back to Montreux's house.

-term, revenge.

I'm busy.

Is that my phone?

No.

Morning.

He works for my father. Or he works for me. This is Stephen Crane. Oh, at last.

Your phone, my phone, has been continually engaged.

Engaged?

Since when?

Cut the crap, Crane. Where the hell were you last night?

You dropped Marcus Wright in it. You're running out of friends here.

Don't bank on it. You really screw things up between my father and me.

I tell you, if he ever knew it was you... I told you last night, Victoria

insisted on taking me for a drink in the country and then decided to dump me

there. Then it was too bloody late to make the meeting with Marcus.

Do you really expect me to believe all that?

Yes. Have a happy life, Craig.

Where's the bathroom?

That, I take it, was our oldest, uglish consultant.

I thought in the country they'd still have people to do this sort of thing.

Don't be so presidious, Piers.

If you so much as dribble on my chromium, I will disembowel you.

I've spent quite sufficient on motorcars this month.

I think it might be prudent to consign Douglas Motors to the boot.

I spy with my little eye something beginning with D.

Destitution. Desperate act.

The imminence of its necessity.

I want my money.

If Franklin's offer's grand enough, they may sell.

Did his bloody daughter manifest herself this morning?

She did.

Harcourt showing her the rope.

Delightful child.

Whatever can she find attractive about a man as egregiously ill -bred as Crane?

I say, can you direct us to Douglas Motors?

Please.

Please.

They've closed down, haven't they?

No,

no, I can't possibly do that. I'm much too busy. Anyhow, you're supposed to be

sick, aren't you?

I'll be seven.

It's just supposed to be funny, is it, eh? Yeah. It's just funny, come on.

Poor bit.

Then there'll be another statistic, won't there? What's that?

Him. Part of a one -parent family, soon.

I don't think he's got up to get on with something useful.

Thanks, mate. Oh, why don't I?

Oh, come on, Cole.

I'd be happy to admit it if Gavin was giving mine it was just the one.

What the hell's going on?

It's great.

A peasant ceremony of welcomes, perhaps.

Excuse me.

Can you direct me to the offices of Mr.

Douglas? I'm Mr. Douglas.

Jimmy Blake, chairman of Claiborne.

My aide -de -camp, Piers Garfield -Wood.

Your benefactors, Mr. Douglas.

Sorry to intrude unannounced, as it were. We were just passing.

You know, we always like to keep an eye on our investments.

I take it we haven't called at an inopportune moment.

Oh, no, no, no.

Would you like to come this way? Well, thank you.

Just go to your lecture, for goodness sake, Tony.

I do not need this.

What's he going to do, throw me down and rape me? Of course not.

I'm not... It's not for... Just go to your lecture.

People often arrive late.

You're giving it.

You lied to me, Victoria.

We always said... I won't have these pathetic accusations.

I spend my life... Get it and go, William.

No. Go on.

Sitting in around your wife's arrangements.

Toria, I can see you this afternoon. My wife's supply teaching.

Do you mind?

This is a private conversation.

Well, not that private. I could hear you in the bathroom.

We'll carry on our discussion tonight, Toy. No, we won't. I'm going home.

Oh, good. You can give me a lift. I'm in a hurry.

Ah!

Break out!

Both of you! And you!

I've had just enough!

Excuse me.

Don't mention Stephen, all right? What are you talking about? Please, Robert,

I'll explain later.

Just don't mention Crane to them.

Explain what?

They'd penciled him in for a top job at the bank.

And they were really annoyed when he left after they'd been grooming him.

I don't think we poached him.

You didn't take the London job, then? Didn't make it. I'd walked seven miles

before I realised I was walking in the wrong direction.

So what are you going to do now?

Apologise to your dad and go back to work. Now!

After that scene yesterday?

Why not?

Well, why don't I just drop you off at the nearest job centre?

Yeah, why don't you?

I don't see why... You don't see anything, do you?

We're not even living in the same world.

You dump me miles from anywhere, screw up the best job I ever got in here and

piss off all my friends.

So I have to come down to this godforsaken altar, pull your dad's arse

the fire and people still just can't stop taking a pop at me. So I can do

without your helpful comments, OK?

And I'm going to send you the phone bill.

I can see you and Dad are going to get on really well.

I'll still be your father's consultant in six months.

No way.

You won't be there in six weeks.

Well, let's have a little wager on that, shall we? What shall we say, 20 quid?

Let's make it 20. Keep your eyes on the road. God, you're so panicky.

How did you survive the stock market? What is it? Who dares wins?

That's the SAS, actually.

All right, what is the stock market, then?

My word is my bond.

Oh, and neither of them are particularly appropriate for you.

It's an honour to be able to support traditional British craftsmanship at its

best. This is the area that was gutted by the fire.

Fire? Yes, yes, you'd hardly know it now.

Thanks to you, we've been able to jazz it up, so to speak.

Have you disposed of the entire site?

Yes, virtually. By the time we paid off the overdraft for the bank, built the

cars for Japanese export, and, uh... Put a lick of paint on the walls.

Japan.

Oh, that's interesting. Well, they never actually got there. The chap went bust,

and then the customs cut the car to pieces.

Yes, it was a run business.

You don't appear to have a great deal of machinery here.

It's a hand -built car.

Not terribly practical, is it?

But most impressive.

Do you want anything?

Just drop me off at the factory, please. I'm late enough as it is. I won't be

too long.

Well, almost inhuman, actually. Quite a stroke of Stevens to unearth Douglas

Motors.

He drove a leopard, you see.

Like we were saying, they arouse the passions.

Get the roof down, feel the wind in your hair.

The open road, freedom.

You knew him a little, didn't you?

Hardly. A little, you know.

I think he's in Japan.

Well, it's been very nice meeting you.

Yes, indeed.

If it's not too much trouble, we'd like you to come to London for a strategy

meeting soon.

Strategy? To decide on our next move.

The way ahead.

We've been doing a smidgen of helpful research on your behalf.

Appears we'll come up once a month or so to keep an eye on things.

Look after you a bit, as it were.

Japan. He's been here as a consultant.

Until he goes.

I've never seen Colin get so angry. Makes you think there's no smoke without

fire. Oh, yeah? I wouldn't be surprised if Gavin... Well, it's on my way, all

right? Fine.

I've got you!

Have you come to work for your Uncle Colin again?

What was it last time?

What on earth are you doing here, Tom? Why aren't you in bed?

Right, I'm taking you to school. If you're not ill, you can go back to

What's the matter?

I don't want to go back to school, ever.

Why not?

Why on earth not?

Because they're all horrible to me and saying things. I hate it there.

Come on, tell Mummy what the matter is.

No.

Is somebody bullying you?

Who?

Why? I don't want you to go and see the teachers.

But we can't keep you off school forever.

We'll have to think of something.

I regret to say more than a little disenchanted, to learn that you have

sanctuary to a person as fundamentally corrupt as Stephen Crane.

But you employed him.

Alas, I did.

But I would not harbour on my staff an individual whom I discover to be an

insider trader.

Evidently, Stephen elected not to include that particular item on his

vitae.

Now, at this juncture, I fear I must be forthright. I'm presenting you with a

choice.

Remove Crane from the apparatus of your company, and I will support you to the

hilt.

Otherwise?

I wash my hands of you, and you take the consequences.

But you can't take the money back, can you?

This is my business, Mr Blake.

I shall employ whoever I choose.

In a perfect world, Mr. Douglas.

In a perfect world.

I expect to hear your answer by this evening.

Brill, thanks a lot. You're an absolute angel.

Me? I'm, uh... I'm working in this car factory in the Midlands, would you

believe? No, don't tell me.

Douglas, it is.

Was that a coincidence?

Well, Jimmy says I had a report on that.

He's got it with him up there.

Up where?

Douglas Motors.

He's here.

At Douglas Motors with a report.

Inside a dealing, it isn't as bad as it sounds.

Everybody's up to it in the city. Gavin, you don't know what you're talking

about. I mean, when I think, when I think that I actually wanted him back,

God! Matt!

You knew.

Grew me for a top job, indeed.

I didn't want to worry you. Worry me? I mean, when I think of all the gut he

gave me to get the job, city's finished, the money's not there anymore. Well,

that's true enough.

He's taken most of it, hasn't he? It isn't the end of the world, Robert.

Come on, he had a few debts he needed to clear, sir. It's called insider

trading, and it's illegal.

He was just unlucky.

Unlucky? Oh, brilliant. He's not only dishonest and a liar, he's also

incompetent. He is not incompetent. He's finished.

Go and get him. I want him in here now.

Yes? Hello, Stephen Crain there.

Stephen. I know, Blake. I'm going to talk to Bob about it now. I really

bother if I'm here.

He's furious. You're out on your backside, I'm afraid.

Even you won't be able to talk him out of it.

Wonderful.

Two jobs down the pan in as many days, and they call me lucky.

What did Blake tell Robert? The truth.

Damn. And that if we sang to you, they'd back up their investment without

ruining the character of the company.

What, and Robert believed him?

Yeah.

I know Blake.

He wants me out of the way so they can do what the hell he likes to get his

money back.

I've brought the wolves to your door. I'm sorry.

If you go with Blake, he will change this company beyond recognition. You've

to see that, Gav.

Where are you going now?

Crane's Law, rule number one. I hate Blake.

I'm moving to London to see a man about a document.

I'll be back later. Listen, be a pal and cover for me.

Also rule number one.

Never lie down when there's a vulture circling overhead.

Was that being a small child caught with chocolate round your mouth?

There we were, saying we hadn't touched the cake, and then Crane drives up in

Victoria's car.

Victoria's? What on earth's going on there?

You weren't expecting him back?

No. Well, you weren't really lying then, were you?

Mr High and Mighty Blake, standing there patronising us.

No way to be found.

Well, you can't have looked properly.

So you've only got the bank's word for all of this?

Well, they're hardly likely to have made it up, are they?

We really ought to hear what Stephen has to say.

Well, I can't find him.

And what if he did take advantage of his position at the bank?

Why should that bother us?

I can't employ people I don't trust.

Maybe a man like him is just what this place needs to get it back on its feet.

And you have found him useful.

I wouldn't be so sure.

I mean, I know he's my friend.

Oh. So you ask your friend for help, and once he's helped you, you stab the poor

bloke in the back.

I'm just thinking what would be best for the company.

So we're as untrustworthy as him.

Why are you so keen to keep him here?

Oh, God, you're pathetic. You really are. Look, stop it, you two. You're like

couple of fishwives.

Crane is out.

I'm going to find him myself and tell him.

All right, Dink, how you doing? Listen, can I borrow this car?

No. There's no chance of you borrowing this beauty. It's somebody else's. Come

on, this is urgent.

Yeah, there's old muggings here that restored your old motor to its former

glory. Come on, keys. Look, I've got to be in Birmingham in ten minutes to see a

possible distributor.

Oh, yeah?

Dixon's? Yeah, Dixon's.

Robert's okay, dear.

You won't regret it.

Where's he gone?

Dixon's.

Yeah. Right, thank you.

Dixon said they've never heard of Stephen Crane.

Man's a pathological liar. I'm going out.

I might be back later.

Tom's such a little toughy.

Well, he is.

I just can't imagine him being unpopular at school.

I can't either.

And you won't say what it's about?

All I can get out of him is that this fatty croaker said something, and

of it resulting in a lot of ink getting flicked, which is the usual, Tom's taken

it to heart.

Well, he'll be best of friends tomorrow.

Probably.

Speaking of friends, what's going on with Stephen?

How do you mean?

Richard said Dad's in a false pen bait.

God, yes, he is.

Stephen's mouth seems to be full of truth decay.

Dad hates it.

I'm worried about him.

Who?

Dad. Oh, yes, so am I.

I mean, all that bloody business with the Japanese bloke.

I know.

And now Jamie.

What?

What about Jamie?

What have you heard?

Well, we don't know anything as such.

Come on!

What don't you know as such?

We try to go through the town barrier today, Robert?

You just fill up that tankard.

I'm writing to Egon Ronnie about your pate.

Thank you.

Aren't you even a bit pleased he might be coming back?

Oh, Penny. Oh, Penny, nothing.

Jamie's going to come swanning back into Dad's life, shatter it into a thousand

pieces, and I'm going to be left to glue them all back together again.

It's all right for you, popping home every weekend, Dad showering you with

affection.

I have to live with it seven days a week.

Well, even if he does come back, and I doubt he will,

How do we know you won't have changed?

Everything's changed.

Mum's dead.

You've forgotten.

Forgotten what?

The absolute hell.

What do we do?

Forget he was ever born?

Maybe he'll have grown up.

Mr. Blake?

Yes? Mr. Franklin's waiting in your office.

Damn, he'll be twining on about Douglas Moses as soon as I walk through the

door. The man's obsessed.

Hard to see why.

Franklin will not be denied, Piers, and to allow him the slightest insulation of

the scent of Stephen Crane will be an act of bravura, self -destruction.

Before I make a gap, I want to be clear. Franklin has no idea you're responsible

for his daughter's dismissal and for putting money into Douglas Moses.

No.

That we are responsible.

Neither does Joe.

Apparently. But Crane does.

One fears as much.

That's a serious weapon for Crane, Jimmy.

Indeed.

So until the young Boyle is cleanly burst from Douglas Motors, we're obliged

keep Mr Franklin at bay.

What a torrid and hideous fiasco appears.

Not too much for me.

I'm taking my errand daughter out for lunch in the park.

She's going to be invaluable.

Delighted to have her on board.

Good of you to give her a chance, Jimmy. It has been noted.

Let's hope she keeps better company here.

Cheers. Cheers.

And what news of Douglas Motors?

Are the bailiffs at the door yet?

We popped up to the factory quite recently.

I should have thought to ask you if you wanted to come along.

The Midlands behaved, Jimmy.

I hear they got a new manager in from somewhere with a bit of cash.

Well, who on earth would be stupid enough to throw money in their direction

without culling the management first? It's hard to imagine.

Quite, quite.

You met the management?

Indeed. Frightful experience.

A conspiracy of complacent buffoons.

And who is this young gun, then?

I can't quite remember his name.

However, I think I'm safe in saying he's on the way out.

Steps have been taken.

What do you mean, steps have been taken, if you cannot even remember his name?

Come on, Jimmy.

No, no, it really does elude.

Perhaps peers can enlighten us.

Peers, step in here for a minute, will you?

Dear boy?

Good afternoon, sir.

Jimmy. I can't quite recall the name of the new consultant in Douglas

Mertens. I told Tom you'd be sure to remember.

Oh, um... Crane.

Stephen Crane, I think.

Good.

Well...

Keep me informed.

Such a lovely car.

Such a dozy company. All right for the picking.

Oh, my God.

Hey. Hey, you.

Get your filthy paws off that motor car.

Or what?

Or I'll turn your ass for you. Yeah? Yeah. You and whose army?

Hello, Willie.

Don't you worry me.

Jimmy.

Where have you been, you dirty bugger? Here and there, you know, busy.

Jimmy's new toy.

Aye. Hideous, isn't it? When do you get back?

Oh, just a wee while ago.

Guard this vehicle with your soul, Stebbing.

Well, if that's Blake, he can boggle.

Hard enough.

Oi, Gav.

How much room have I got?

Yeah, you're all right.

That's it. You can come in. A bit of left. No, your left. Right. Right,

lovely. That is lovely.

Right. Yeah.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Whoa.

a crab.

Anagram.

If only I could have made him the light.

I didn't realize your boyfriend was working in Northern Climbs.

Ex -boyfriend.

Really? How are you enjoying your first day?

I'm living with it.

What would you say if I asked you to have dinner with me?

You wouldn't dare.

Have dinner with me.

Is he in?

What are you doing here? Stephen, are you completely mad?

Yes. Go away.

If Blake sees you, we'll call the police. I've only come to see Jo.

Well, she's anything to you. Yes, well, she hasn't.

Jo's at lunch. Put that down.

I know what you're after, and it's in Blake. He's reading it now.

Reading what?

It's my job you're playing with here.

All right.

All right.

Hello there, Mr Blake. It's this. Debbie, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid there's been a wee accident down here with your car.

Go and take your coffee right now.

What's going on? Please, I need two minutes.

Are you trying to get me sacked? I'm trying not to. Trust me.

Or maybe somebody's playing a wee joke on you, sir. People don't have wee jokes

with me, Stebbings.

Well, you can see for yourself, sir.

Aye.

You haven't seen anyone around, have you? Sorry?

Nobody's been in, have they?

Haven't seen anyone.

Thanks.

Ah, my dear, I want you to make a table reservation for me next Tuesday.

Two persons.

Nine o 'clock.

Langley's. Thank you.

What are you doing?

Oh, nobody thought to change it since last month, would you believe?

What's happening about the insurance, Peter?

Well, it's a bit of a complicated business.

Yeah, well, we won't have a business if we go on at this rate, will we?

I mean, does nobody care about this bloody company, for God's sake?

I go slowly mad.

Robert, are you all right?

Shall I get you some water?

Robert?

My God. Robert!

I saw Ian and Helen at the weekend.

How are they?

Fine.

Fine.

They send their love.

Good.

I hoped you'd be round.

I was away.

And they were nice?

Really.

Oh.

Did you sail?

No. No, not really.

Look at them.

Pure animal greed.

Which brings us to your recent triumph with Transfrontier Haulage.

Well then, Jo, it obviously wasn't the money.

I was unlucky.

It was brought forward.

I thought it would be safe.

Safe?

Inside the dealing is rarely safe.

Particularly not when your father heads one of the companies concerned.

I'm sorry, Daddy, please.

If this gets out, think what the papers would write.

Your mother would have cried for shame.

I did it for a friend.

He needed the money.

He asked me to find out what you were working on. I knew somebody would have

been behind you, forcing you into this.

It's as much my fault as Stephen's.

Stephen? Stephen who?

Stephen Crane.

It's twice today I've heard that name.

Did Ian and Helen say anything about Paul's wedding?

Such a small world.

Hey,

what's this, going for a laugh or what?

Yeah. Love it, love it, me.

A consoler to a car company what can't even drive, eh?

Oh, just popped in for an oil change, have you? Yeah, yeah, very funny.

Robert? Went home ill. And the last thing he needs is you upsetting him.

Why don't you just go back to where you used to work?

Because I work here now.

Robert's father once told me that the only commodity in business worth having

integrity. And the only one not worth having is insolvency.

Make sure he does what he's told.

Thanks.

Well, what did she say?

Oh, I just need to rest, of course. Oh, come on, Dad.

I just stood up a little too quickly. Went dizzy.

I mean, after a couple of pints of George's bitter, it could happen to

couldn't it?

Well, has it happened before, Dad?

Oh, Victoria, do stop fussing. Has it?

No, not really. Once or twice.

I think you should take some time off work.

Let someone else do the worrying for a change. How can I?

Easy. Just do it.

The bank will not support us unless we get rid of Crane.

They obviously do not want to have anything to do with somebody they've

sacked for dishonesty.

Well, you know what to do, then.

I hate it when you're ill, Dad.

I don't care about anything else, just so long as you're well.

I don't want to end up an orphan.

The doctor said so herself.

Yeah, so they're stubborn ones, aren't they?

I'm all right, love.

Listen, if I were to ask Stephen why he left the bank, do you think he'd tell me

the truth?

You are ill, do you know that?

Sorry.

I just don't have the trust anymore.

How very irritating.

There was a time when I'd have said, forget that little company.

But now, it's personal.

I want Stephen Crane's head, Jimmy, on a play.

Salome will dance for you, Tom.

I guarantee it.

We'll talk when I get back from Hong Kong.

How are you feeling, Dad?

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Maybe not. It was the best one I've had today.

That'll be Gavin.

Are you a free grandpa?

No, your mother will. Oh, no.

What are you doing up?

Are you a free Victoria?

Mum's a rubbish wreck. I can't. I've got to read this paper.

The pen has just been published.

Hello, Robert.

A very successful afternoon, you'll be pleased to hear.

Will I? And the distributors will soon have a real network at this rate.

What's the matter?

You live in my house with my daughter.

Don't you dare lie to me.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

You've got a wonderful family. What the hell do you think you're doing?

I don't know. I'm not a complete idiot.

I saw you.

This is just what I need right now, isn't it?

And if I saw you, how many other people in the village must have seen you, eh?

How long has it been going on?

No, no.

You can't change...

Paced round here without everybody knowing about it. And you, you have to

an affair with a busted schoolgirl.

She's not a schoolgirl. Don't start!

Just define it now.

What do you want me to say?

Well, you sort it out before she does, or you are out of work.

Good times, darling.

Yes? Danny?

Look, I can't talk now.

Why not, you bastard?

I just read your paper.

More accurately, my paper.

Could you do this to me?

Me?

Look, just because you're a burnt -out old hat does not give you the right to

steal my research!

Please, stop being ridiculous.

What do I want to steal your research for, for goodness sake? What are you

talking about?

Victoria, you know as well as I do.

Look, I refuse to talk to you like this. I'll call you later.

All right.

Hysterical student.

I had to fail a paper.

Jimmy Blake's got this theory.

He thinks that ideally people should be in a state of terminal anxiety all the

time. It's relaxation that gives you stress.

All the time you're relaxing, you know that afterwards you're going to have to

fight like hell to catch up.

How was Dixon's?

I didn't go to Dixon's.

You've had a bit of a turn, Robert. I'm sorry. How are you feeling?

Uncertain. About what?

You.

Anything you want to know.

Anything.

Why did you leave the city?

It's difficult to say, really.

It was either the insider trading or the embezzlement.

Probably the embezzlement. Banks get a bit iffy about that.

I know Blake was here today.

He didn't say anything about embezzlement.

Well, he wouldn't, would he? He's the one I embezzled.

Robert.

There's no way I could legitimately get anybody to put half a million pounds

into Douglas Motors.

I had to make it look tastier than it was. That meant sweetening some of the

figures.

All of them, as a matter of fact.

Why didn't he tell the police?

Same reason he didn't tell you.

Too embarrassing.

Also, Jimmy's got a lot to hide.

His cupboard's stuffed so full of skeletons, he has to stand with his back

jammed up against the door.

Next question.

Why did you do it?

You've met Blake.

It doesn't make any difference, Stephen.

Okay. You're still sacked. I suppose Gavin told you.

Yep. I cannot condone fraud under any circumstances.

You'll still keep the money, though, won't you?

I'm also a thief, by the way.

I nicked this off Blake's desk this afternoon.

His plans for Douglas Motors.

Don't read it if you're still feeling a bit dodgy.

It's not got a lot to do with cars.

I just thought I'd let you know you won your bet.

I know.

I should have told the truth.

I did.

I won't make that mistake again.

I suppose I shall be arrested now for receiving stolen property.

Practical criticism?

But there's only been stolen two years of my work.

Half my best ideas, that's all.

Who?

Tony. How?

Every original idea in his paper has been lifted from my research.

From our conversations.

And regurgitated in such an archaic and ponderous style.

Why did he do it?

When I first met Tony, he was one of the most brilliant young minds in the

university.

In fact, he isn't young anymore.

He hasn't published a thing in six years.

Everyone's saying Stanhope's burnt out.

Sad thing is, it's true.

What, and he thought you wouldn't notice your own ideas?

Jimmy Blake, please.

I'm sorry.

What now for?

I've been a bit snappy today.

Tom's been having a problem with a bully at school.

Can't find out from him what it's all about.

Anyway, it upsets me.

I'm sorry.

I don't deserve you.

It's all mine.

You are a rude...

Arrogant. Self -opinionated, corrupt and dishonest young man.

I know.

Cheers.

Unfortunately, you're just the kind of man a business seems to need these days.

Which speaks volumes for the world we live in.

And I told Blake as much.

He's not over the moon.

Have you read the report?

Oh, just the recommendations at the back.

Which were?

Retire the management, sack the workforce, move the factory to a huge

they found in Birmingham, flatten the current site and sell it off to

with a new access road.

Common sense, really.

Make a great Tesco.

They're like the car, though.

If anyone can stop them, I suppose it's you.

Which is why I'm giving you your job back.

I don't want it back.

Just kidding.