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Thanks.

That's it.

Still there.

If you can't take a loss, then stay out of chapel.

Love.

Yes?

Yes, what?

Yes, what can I do for you?

You're a subversive, love.

I could have you flung out of here. I'm sorry, Mr. Tricklebank. It's the

excitement of going to church.

Why anyone of their own free will should wish to visit you is quite beyond my

comprehension.

You can't behave in chattel. Try to behave with your guests.

Wake up, we're here.

I know.

But you have to meet my father sooner or later.

Just remember that I love you very much.

We'll be all right.

You and me.

And then I have to go and meet your father, which I am not looking forward

Tell him all about you.

Because you're going to be a big surprise to him.

You're a big surprise to everybody, really, aren't you?

This is him!

No.

This is when I got through with Petra on the way here.

Can I touch him?

You haven't seen me for a long time, Daddy. You could kiss me.

You look so well.

I got you fooled, then. How do you feel?

Tired.

Very, very tired.

And late.

Oh, God.

Take care of him, Ella. I'll be back soon.

How implausible. It appears Garfield Ward should be capable of making a baby.

He is.

You've informed the father that he's a father?

No.

Well, not yet.

Instead, you choose to encourage the attentions of the convict. Love, this is

perverse. He's finished, okay?

I wrote and told him so.

So why are you going to visit him?

Because he won't leave me alone.

I have to tell him to his face.

Listen.

Go back to London. Pack your bags.

Daddy, we've agreed.

Pack your bags and come home.

Just for a while.

You know I have to do this on my own.

Son, finish.

You're not open to suggestion.

Fine.

Of course I'm open to suggestion.

But this is not negotiable.

My air.

I didn't, I thought... I thought we'd be in a room with a screen or something.

Dex?

Yeah, I know.

Stephen, this is awful. Dex, not Stephen, different person altogether.

It's important.

I came to tell you.

I came to tell you why I stopped writing and everything.

But I can't be here.

Take your time. It's all right.

No.

That's the point. It is not all right.

I rang the flat.

I moved.

Look, it's okay, you know. We can talk about it tomorrow.

I don't want to talk about it tomorrow.

I don't want to see you tomorrow.

Day after?

Oh, don't start that. Don't start what, Jo? I've waited 307 days just to find

out whether or not you're still alive. You're not at the trial. You don't...

It's finished.

What's one of the things I came to tell you?

I've changed, Jo.

No,

listen to me. I've really changed.

No more scams. No more lies.

I love you.

Christ, Joe.

I want to marry you and have a mortgage and babies and a lawnmower, everything.

I love you.

Too late. It's not too late, Joe. It can't be. You tossed a coin for me. I

you do that and I stopped loving you.

It all just... drained away.

No. Yes.

Yes.

I'm moving again today.

Nobody will know where I am. You won't be able to track me down.

I'll write to you.

Wherever you go, I will find you and win you back, Joe, because you and I were

meant for each other and you know it.

If we split up, we'll spend the rest of our lives searching for each other and

other people. For God's sake!

Joe Franklin?

Do you work for my father?

No. No, I used to work for Jimmy Blake.

But he sacked me.

Congratulations!

Silly, I've just, uh... I'm so sorry.

That was terrible.

No, it's bad. It's hopeless.

I've had a rather traumatic day, I'm afraid.

It's okay.

Look, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea and let's start again.

Please.

Thanks.

her around with me all day.

I talk to her all day.

I think of everything that we can possibly say to each other when I get

know exactly the right words.

Ten months.

Like this, preparing.

What do I do?

I almost broke her wrist, Cyril.

Jesus, I can't believe I did that.

She just wanted to talk. I didn't let her talk. Listen to me.

24 hours, you're on the street.

Free.

Want to bet?

You went for a visitor.

That's naughty.

Shut up, radio.

But this is the man who would bet on anything.

Come on, fat face.

I reckon a 20 -day extension.

A quid on.

What do you think?

Get out.

The screws have got no grudge, Dexy.

They won't tell Trickle Bank.

Trickle Bank knows.

Don't get to be a red band by not keeping the governor up to date, do you?

My last day. It's what you think.

Thanks, Vanessa.

Piers. Jimmy.

Jimmy.

This isn't happening, is it? It's a joke.

It's a blakergram or something.

If I press this button, I can hear everything in Mr. Cooley's office.

Good of you to drop in, Jimmy.

How's your lovely wife? Sod, my lovely wife.

You look utterly cadaverous, Michael.

What the hell's going on?

Well, I suppose that's the pleasantries dispensed with.

Basically, Jimmy, Cleber's...

It's finished.

As is the city full stop, if that's any consolation.

Welcome to England, Jimmy.

Land of putrid milk and suppurating honey. My God.

Gosh.

This is a temporary embarrassment.

Surely.

The bank will recover.

For Clavers, the war is over.

It can't be.

I can't afford it to be.

Sell, Jimmy.

A -S -A -P. There's nothing else you can do. Would that I could.

What do you mean?

I refer to the unscheduled disappearance of my Klaber's share certificates,

amongst other treasures.

Hell's bounds, Jimmy.

Do you have any idea who's got them?

Yeah, but...

So you were what, his PA, secretary?

Healthkeeper. Barmaid. You've got the picture.

Listen, um... Anna.

Anna.

Why me?

And how did you find me?

Blake was always going on about how much I was like you.

Oh, and how's that?

Stroppy.

That's the word he used when he sacked me. So I took a note of your old address

in Chelsea, and when I got here this morning, I called round.

The couple told me you were here.

Did they?

They were very helpful.

It took you half a day.

It'll take him ten seconds.

You're a bloody fool.

Tell me about it.

Behave, or Mummy will wash you down the plug hole.

She's too tired for a big number, OK?

She's certainly too tired to hit the road tonight.

Am I doing it wrong? Am I dragging you with the dog's blanket or something?

Listen, I know where you go to stay till you go to college.

Oh, around?

Here and there?

No idea, really.

Because you can dossier tonight if you like.

I could do with the company.

Thanks.

64468, Mr. Trickleback. Prisoner Love.

All right.

Let's just remind ourselves of your activities while our guest here.

Crinking.

Assaulting a visitor.

Salting a trustee.

What else?

Gambling. We do like to gamble, don't we? We gamble on table football, the

shipping forecast. We particularly like to gamble in chapel.

Will the hymn numbers add up to an odd figure or an even one?

Will the governor arrive four minutes late or five?

I know everything that happens in my prison.

You expect to be released tomorrow.

And I know enough to keep you here for another six months.

So, what have you got to say for yourself?

Double or quits.

Get out of my office, Mr. Love.

Thank you, Mr. Trickleweight.

before I change my mind.

Lucky.

I've got a new motor, have we?

It's not one of mine, no.

See you later.

Willie.

My mother told me not to talk to people who have been to prison.

Oh, yes, Ben.

And Franklin wants you. Tough isn't mutual.

Listen, I'm going straight from here to try and find Joe. He says it's urgent.

No, what is urgent is I've got to find Joe, Willie. It's about Joe.

It's more than my life's worth, chicken.

Sorry.

Theme park Britain.

I'm sorry?

Leisure. My bank has howled for me to invest in mindless entertainment for the

masses. I see it as a crusade, Jimmy.

A romantic.

What exactly?

To teach them a lesson by doing what they want.

The Brits want fun. I'll give them fun.

I'm purchasing a chain of casinos.

You sly old sausage.

I have formed a syndicate.

Alas, one member has defaulted.

Take his place, Jimmy.

Flavius is dead, no doubt your soldier says.

Of course.

Cash to burn. Come in with me. Tom, would that I could.

They're not going to bore me with obstacles.

My shares remain in an unsold condition.

Purely because the certificates have been stolen.

Replaceable, of course.

It all takes time.

And you've reported this?

The situation is a trifle complex.

I have another path of inquiry. Curiously enough, your daughter might be

assist me.

How? I telephoned her flat.

She seems to have moved. Indeed.

Far? What?

Has she moved?

Far?

I do not wish to discuss Joanna.

Wonderful girl, in my opinion.

Opinions are like buttocks, Jimmy. We all have them, but it's not always

desirable to air them in public. Three days to sort yourself out. Now, I have a

meeting. Stay a while, relax.

Shoot some animals.

When I find that bloody girl, I might very well shoot her.

I just don't want to be here when somebody turns up. That's all. The

gave me this, in fact. He wants it.

It'll probably fit any of those you can have.

Where are you going?

God knows. We've just got to get away for two days, two weeks.

Get myself together.

Then I can take him on. Tell him what I've got to tell him.

I really can't face him now.

I'll just get dressed then.

Look, I was thinking, why don't you stay here till I get back?

Did he give you this as well?

No.

No, this was given me by someone else.

This isn't his style.

Go about your business, loathsome crone.

I wish to see the owner of this dump.

You don't have to speak to him.

I wouldn't speak to him even if it wasn't.

Hello,

Dudley.

When's it due?

Any day now, and it's yours.

How's the phone?

You come home more often. You wouldn't need to ask.

Snip, snip.

Sack him, mother. I do, regularly.

You're very busy, your mum, while you're at the hairdressers.

Is that a fact?

Getting the old bugger wound up ready to sign it all over to you.

Not a responsibility I ask for, Dudley.

Fix bayonets.

He loves you deep down.

But it is very deep down. I know this isn't easy.

Understatement looks good on you.

My husband wanted to go.

Listen, I just wanted to say, I've got something of yours.

If you want to come and get it.

Yes, please.

Could you be here in half an hour?

No problem.

I'm sorry, Mr. Love, I can't interrupt the meeting.

Okay.

Okay.

Hear me now. I'm not going anywhere.

Relax.

Dangerous, love, dangerous, but not wicked.

Thought you wanted to talk.

I have one thing to tell you.

Shouldn't tell you long.

A request from my daughter. Stay away.

That's a request from you.

From me, Mr. Love.

It is an instruction.

We do not have a relationship that allows you to give me instructions, Tom.

Is that it?

I agreed to let her live her own life and you will bloody well do the same.

Understand me? I will not have my family harassed.

Joanna is chasing around London trying to avoid you. What you agree with, Joe,

is your concern.

London. That's a start.

Thanks.

I need three things.

Address, car, cash.

I've got some very nice blood here if you're sure for that.

I've got to find her, Willie.

There's nothing else left.

I can give you the last address.

Anything else?

That's all.

My car's buggered till tomorrow, and I don't get paid till the first.

I'm a Stebbings man. I've been skint for a week.

Okay.

Thanks.

I'll get the address.

So now what?

It's always a great mistake.

Stephen, suppose that things can never get worse.

The shooting here is dismal enough without klaxons going off when you

spot a bunny.

Surprised to see me, Poppet.

Surprised to see me?

On the contrary. I've been expecting you.

You see, I'm a bit down in the dumps.

Oh, dear.

I need to find somebody.

I have a suspicion that delightful Joanna might be able to help me find the

person I'm looking for.

A business associate.

To be frank with you, dear boy, which is not a phenomenon, I relish, I've

exhausted all other leads.

I've got the address.

I, of course, have a motor car.

Give me the keys. I'm driving.

People whinge because it was long, and have a snigger because it's short.

Life isn't worth living, really.

Here.

You haven't changed.

Am I coming out? No.

I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry.

No, Joe, come on, you should keep it.

Forget I gave it to you. I'd prefer it if you took it, Piers, please.

So, why all the rush?

I have to get out of London.

I mean now.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Where are you going to go?

Don't get proprietorial peers, please. It's not your business anymore.

I was only going to say, probably completely the wrong thing, but there's

cottage at Winterley, Melbourne.

I wouldn't come within 50 miles of you, so don't worry about me.

I mean, my father, me.

Remember?

Are you serious?

Yeah.

I'm serious.

It's a friendly gesture, Joe, that's all.

I'm not scheming, I promise.

Winterly mobile.

Here's the address.

And nobody else is to know.

Okay.

Don't answer the door.

And don't answer the phone.

Okay. And if my father lets himself in, then hit him with the nearest valuable

object.

Do you have enough money?

Yes, thanks.

Good luck, Joe.

If you kill me, I'll drag you through every court in Christendom.

You said you were bored. Bored, yes, but consumed by pathological death wish.

No!

Yeah, immediate let.

Luxury penthouse apartment in the heart of Kensington.

Three bedrooms, four bedrooms, private parking, 500 pounds a week.

Just a minute.

Hello? Who are you?

Who are you?

Where's Joe?

Joe doesn't live here anymore.

Me again. Sorry, bit of interference.

Your name, please, madam?

Franklin. Joanna Franklin.

So, now we take the encampment by storming with arrows and elephants.

We wait.

We watch.

She comes out, or I go in.

In the meantime, go and get us something to eat, will you?

Quarter pound cheeseburger for me. I'm starving.

I'm only human, Jimmy.

That's debatable.

My father's had a stroke.

Oh, my God, Piers.

He's in a coma.

Look, would you mind awfully holding the thought?

This must be the ring of hell Dante considered too grueling for his readers.

Being trapped in one's own carriage with a working -class psychopath stuffing

cheeseburgers.

Who's this business associate, anyway?

What's he got to do with Joe? She, and mind your own business.

I miss working for you, you know. Do you?

Lights out. We're out.

Stay here.

Ah.

I've got a date tomorrow.

When exactly?

Me, not you, Pompey. Come on. I'm driving, thank you.

Home, James.

You're not.

More Angus.

No way.

How's he doing here?

Jimmy!

I wasn't sure if you got the message.

Oh, Olivia, darling, what a tragedy.

I dropped everything to get here.

Dear boy.

I hope it isn't terribly inconvenient for you. I had an appointment this

morning, it's true, but it rather evaporated.

All that can wait. The important thing at this moment is to be here with you.

I didn't know you two were so well acquainted.

Life is full of mysteries, Pierce.

First things first, Lydia.

Might I pay my respects to the deceased?

Of course.

Mr Vincent, I presume.

Guilty.

You are? Joanna Franklin.

Come on in. I'll show you around.

Flat still available?

Absolutely.

Splendid. Coffee?

Not for me, thanks. Excuse me asking.

You're not by any chance related to Tom Franklin, are you?

He's my father.

Good Lord.

Yeah, just a minute. I can see it, you know.

Here. If you'd have said here.

You'd have been in a lot of trouble.

You're good.

Excuse me.

This is the bathroom.

A look rather like one, yes.

Lovely dress, by the way.

I'm sorry.

I gave it to you, remember?

Let's have a chat, shall we?

Mr. Vincent, this all sounds very intriguing. Sit.

Where is she?

Who?

Okay, listen, I'm going to make this simple.

You are not Joanna Franklin.

And if you don't tell me where she is in three seconds, I'm going to call the

police.

One.

The phone's on the table.

Two.

Taking a bunch of deposits for the lease of somebody else's flat. It bent.

Three.

It's a cottage in the country. I helped her move in.

Where? What's the address?

I could remember it if I drove.

Look, seriously, I've got to get out of here anyway. I'll drive you there.

Deal?

Get on.

Do you never say please?

Maybe I'll say thank you when we get there.

Hello?

Hello?

You promised me, Piers.

I know.

What is it you want?

I just came to say, um, my father died last night.

Oh, God.

Oh, I'm sorry.

So, um, I'm going to be around a bit.

Just wanted to let you know, so you didn't think.

He isn't.

I don't know what to say.

Nor do I, really.

Keep thinking of all the things I wanted to say to him, rather than the few

things I actually did say.

So I'm king of the castle.

You can call me Lord Milbourne.

Marquess of Clabours.

Clabours can go to hell.

Halfway there already.

I'm going to resign.

One more thing.

There's a load of junk up in the loft here.

Baby pictures of me and so on.

I'll have someone pick them up sometime.

In what sense, what do I do?

For God's sake, forget it.

Nothing. I don't do anything.

I used to be in business.

How very interesting.

Then I went to prison.

I got out yesterday.

I got no job, no money, no home, no clothes, no car.

Lady Adrian?

This is my life. Stay out of it.

No career prospects.

Bloody hell.

If it used to be so, it's also really ugly.

On the contrary, I was a great admirer of Margaret Thatcher.

She salvaged the country down on its life and greatly invigorated its

Unfortunately, that country is Japan.

What are you doing here exactly?

Whatever happened to that delightful girl you used to court, Franklin's

daughter?

Joe?

Yes, Joe.

No idea.

I asked Jimmy to come because he's an old friend and because we need his

Inheritance tax.

Oh, it's a bloody business.

The farm will go for a start.

The boys know it.

There used to be 15 domestic staff here.

They've all gone.

OK, let's stop pissing about with cards, shall we, just for a minute and

establish what is going on here.

Piers. I am responsible for father having a stroke.

I am responsible for my trust agreement not being signed. It is therefore my

fault that Winterley is going to be screwed for millions, which we simply

have. Yes?

Good.

That's cleared up, then.

Dear Stephen, I had one very important thing to say to you yesterday, and I

didn't say it.

I think it's better if I write it down.

Last year, my birthday, we made love.

Neither of us meant it to happen.

The next day, you tossed a coin for me, and I set off to go around the world.

When I got to New Zealand, I found out I was pregnant.

I thought, even here, you won't leave me alone, will you?

I brought you with me and I didn't even know it.

I hated you for that.

Can you believe it?

What a way to enter into pregnancy.

So I thought if I'm going to love this child, it has to be mine.

Mine.

Not yours.

If I told you in prison I was going to have a baby, you'd have come hunting for

me and found me and looked after me and made me feel special and I would have

fallen in love with you all over again.

You bastard.

And you'd have let me down again.

Oh, God, Stephen.

I don't know what I want.

I know what I want.

I want to be left alone to start again.

It's what I'm doing now, and it's working.

If you care for me, you must just leave me alone.

With affection, Jo.

Yes, sir? Yeah, I'd like to report a stolen vehicle.

Thanks.

I thought I should just get here to warn you.

I'm glad you did.

Thanks.

What do we do now?

Wait, I suppose.

Look, Jo, relax.

I took him 70 miles in the wrong direction and dumped him in the middle

nowhere. He has no idea where you are, for heaven's sake.

Okay.

Yeah, okay.

Now, I think we ought to get something.

What? Drunk.

You know it makes sense.

I wish you'd stay.

Mr. Stebbings.

It's not totally inconspicuous, your car.

It's turned up in a place called Winterley, Melbourne.

Cheers.

What about you? You suffered a marriage, a divorce, related illnesses?

I met this guy in Switzerland called Roman.

Mad.

No, I mean literally.

Very dangerous.

We were together for five years.

Taught me everything I know.

Five years?

That's a marriage.

It all came to an end.

Unfortunately, there was a beginning and a middle to get through first.

Who's the father, Jo?

I am.

Where's this guy now?

In Africa, where I left him.

I hope.

Or else he's got over here and he's looking for me.

Sorry. Okay, now, listen to me. This is your therapist speaking.

Life is beautiful, Anna.

You just have to have a little bit of faith in your own judgment.

Because ultimately, you always do what's best for you.

Like what I've done. That'll be 50 quid.

I'll drink to that.

Now, look.

You have to help me with a very difficult...

ethical decision.

In the roof, there are pictures of my present landlord naked on a rug. Now,

we or are we not going to get them down here and stick them up all around the

house?