Original subtitles

Look at it.

A little haven of lost values and craftsmanship, blissfully unchanged

centuries of turmoil, unrest and civil war.

Yep, flatten it.

Who'd have thought Jimmy Blake would end up paying for all this? Certainly not

Jimmy.

I sometimes think the most galling aspect of life is that one cannot sue

manufacturer.

The peace of my retirement.

Sacked and pillaged by Paxson.

Raucous oaks.

Who's this?

Oh, various mutant relatives.

You look ghastly.

I couldn't sleep last night.

Hobbit, a conscience is a luxury.

No one of your age can afford.

Are there any photos of my mother?

She's dead, darling.

They're in Malaya.

In Malaya? You said they were here.

To err is human.

The gift divine.

It's not what you think.

I never think.

Miss Ryan, now, why?

Well, you can't just knock it down.

Thing is, this room's not big enough to make the gaming hall viable, so we have

to. Well, knock down that wall.

Go in the other direction.

We'll have to strengthen it. It costs you a fortune.

What exactly is a fortune?

Doesn't matter what it is.

We've got enough just to finish the kitchen, the bedrooms, and this.

We've got to open by Christmas. We have some money set aside.

Yeah, to run the casino.

Well, we might get some more from somewhere by then.

And pigs might fly.

Look, we are not destroying this on the off chance you can't open your bloody

speakeasy on time. Do something else.

What? What you're paid for.

So, what do we do next?

Nothing.

Yeah, well, all right then.

But in the meantime, what do you want done with all this junk?

What are these?

As an expert on art, I'd say they were drawings.

That's her, Jimmy.

Lenny.

What do you actually propose to do with her when you find her?

She stole from Joe.

She stole from me.

She was the only person there when Joe died. She gave a false name in the

address of the police. Wouldn't you want to find her?

I want to know, Jimmy, what happened.

It taught you of me.

But no progress?

Only dead ends.

Like that business with the Ketinos.

But... One day.

Now, how much longer are you sponging off winterly?

I'm helping out in an advisory capacity.

Temporally. You're wasting your time.

Their hovel is ripe for the bulldozer.

But what are they doing to revive the corpse?

Who would be mad enough to pay for it?

I really can't imagine.

I want to know everything that goes on there.

Anything I can use against Wardencourt.

Playing stoolie on one's host.

Lends the bouncer of etiquette a certain elastic quality.

Don't you think?

If you want to do it, I have people who will.

It's important, Jimmy, a dynasty at stake here.

No. What? Look, I'm as pissed off as you are, but I think we'd better try.

If this goes, it's gone forever.

Fine. Excuse me.

Can we talk now?

They can't be original.

Well, I don't know either, but they're signed by Dura. Look. Here, the

A .D.

Albrecht Dura.

Even if they're copies, they might be worth something.

All I'm saying is there's no harm in getting them valued, is there?

Did you tell him?

Good God!

Wherever did you dig those up?

Anna was wondering if they were incredibly valuable.

For heaven's sake, we would have sold them years ago.

They're copies. Wedding present.

Your father didn't like them, so I hid them away.

Why? What's wrong with them?

He was jealous of the person who gave them to me.

Silly, really.

Tell me where you got them, just to put my mind at rest. My dear, your mind is

always at rest. They are worthless.

Now, a pox on all that, and listen.

Franklin may have this place watched at any time. The demented old swine is

quite unpredictable.

Watched? What for? He seeks scandal to compromise peers.

He fights for the mewling sprog.

On current form, he will not have long to wait. So when I leave for Malaya, you

will come with me.

After that, you will stay at my Mayfair flat until you go to college.

And where will you be? Here, protecting my absurd investment.

Well, I want to stay here too.

Whatever for?

Last week you were slavering to leave.

Well, I...

Oh, my God.

What?

Love. Is that why you want to stay?

Him?

No. Don't be ridiculous.

It's absurd.

Absurd? It's grotesque.

What's it got to do with you anyway?

Franklin will dine on your bowels if I don't get there first.

Anna, I'm trying to protect you, damn it.

Where are you going?

To get these valued in London.

And do some shopping.

I had a bit of a windfall this morning.

Did you hear all that stuff that I got from Olivia today?

No.

I was dead at the time.

Like being back at school.

Yes. I should imagine that kind of speech was fairly familiar.

I mean, seriously, how can they expect to say the dump like that? A raffle?

You don't have to stay.

I like it here.

As a woman, would you say that Jimmy Blake was attractive?

Jimmy Blake's not a woman.

No, come on, what do you think?

Well, Not so much attractive as horrible.

Exactly. So... How come Anna's sleeping with him?

Why do you ask?

I'm just curious.

Oh, yeah.

What?

Everyone's deserting me.

Tears and you.

You left me, remember?

And you had his baby.

Keep taking the tablets.

It's to everyone in the end, working and that all.

Situation's vacant.

Wanted. Loopy ex -con to kiss aristocratic arse for lost cause.

Wages crap.

Intelligent people need not apply.

Yourself, one thing about becoming an estate agent.

That's a bit interesting for you, isn't it? So I can sell off that family's part

of the ship when it finally goes down the toilet.

Well, that's going to take a little bit longer now we've got rid of you.

Do you

ever

go to church?

I was going to once, but I've sobered up in time.

I come here when it all gets on top of me. I've been a lot recently.

I'm sorry I had a go at you today.

I worried too much.

Yeah, well, I've been thinking.

You were right about the priest hole.

We'll leave it.

Really?

Why?

What's the matter, Olivia? Don't you trust me?

You miss Joe, don't you?

I miss my husband.

Terribly sometimes.

Although this whole mess is partly his fault, I constantly wonder why I bother.

I just love this place, I suppose. It has soul and history.

And I love all the people.

Ray, Eric, everyone.

I can't... Lane it?

No, I can't explain it either.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want something important?

Yes.

We've opened a bottle of that wine that Jimmy keeps for special occasions.

Oh, that's nice of him.

He isn't there.

He's coming.

In a while, I think I'll pray some more.

The sheer volume might make an impression.

Oh, there's one last thing I forgot to say.

We don't have to delay the building now.

Why? What happened?

The drawings are real.

What? Anna just got back from getting them valued.

They're worth a fortune.

I do not believe it.

It's true. Simple as that. I had them valued myself.

Charlatans.

What are you wearing?

What do you think?

I think it cost me the contents of my wallet.

But worth the trip.

Winterly keeps a priest hole and gains a gaming den, and Olivia takes her fangs

out of Dex's throat.

You've got to look on the bright side.

Dazzling, I'm sure.

The drums are with my colleague, Dr Hazelden.

He's not overly bright, but I confidently expect him to confirm my

Now, if you wish to sell, we'll be happy to find you a buyer.

Thanks. Just one thing.

If, as I suspect, the drawings are genuine, they form part of a collection

by the Germans in the war from a museum in Holland.

In the course of my examination, I felt obliged to contact the Dutch.

And I have to tell you, they take the view that the drawings still belong to

them.

However, they do still have to prove it first.

I should contact my lawyer, if I were you.

Happily, this area is a real legal minefield.

Happily? For my fees.

That won't take us to court yet.

They'll start with a gentlemanly request for their return.

Relying on our sense of honour?

No.

On our sense of humour.

But we can't stall forever.

Basically, they can prove that they owned the drawings before the war, but

Hitler technically bought them in 1941, theoretically...

They still belong to him.

However, I'm not expecting many of our doll fairs to step forward.

So the Dutch will claim that the property should revert to them.

We can counterclaim that James Blake bought the drawings in good faith and

they failed to make sufficient efforts to reclaim them after 1945.

Yeah, fascinating, but do get to the point.

Well, technically speaking, go and piss off.

Love. My daughter is infatuated with the brill -creamed blackmailer.

I know.

Franklin's private army are hot on her high heels. And worst of all, she will

not cease droning on about her blasted mother.

Well, what did you expect?

The worst, as always.

One is so rarely disappointed.

You should have told her the truth about Hannah at the time.

She was too young to understand.

She's not too young now, Jimmy. Tell her.

These things have a momentum.

I doubt she would forgive me.

Jimmy, I have known you most of our lives.

And it seems to me that all your problems stem from this pathological

You're never really happy unless you're hiding something from someone.

Are you?

I'm not.

Gentlemen, this is my colleague, Dr Hazelden, from Wilders, a smaller

house. A juror is his specialty as well.

Well, partly.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Malcolm.

I cannot believe you're serious.

I'm sure it suits your theory on Dürer's development very nicely, but the

reality hardly fits the facts, now does it?

None.

Made it clear that that piece of little pamphlet you hurried out and crippled.

Just look at this area here.

Excuse me.

What's the problem here?

Malcolm Ozone apology, I'm afraid. These are not the work of Albrecht Dürer. I

completely disagree.

They're contemporary copies.

Jorah was one of the first to suffer from fakes, and these are perfect

How can you tell? He can't. The pen work is inferior.

Oh, bollocks.

We just came to arrange the sale.

Well, I really shouldn't bother.

They have a certain curiosity value, admittedly, but other than that... I

recommend that we handle their auction.

Look on the bright side, gentlemen.

At least it gets the Dutch off your backs.

Good day to you.

So, we're stuffed if they're real because the Dutch want them back. We're

stuffed if they're not because we're broke. In which case, I still think we

should knock out the wall.

No.

Tragic for the old place.

Your masterpieces have turned out to be bollocks like everything else.

There's one last chance.

towering above me a mortal bickering.

There's one more expert on Jura whose word is enough to guarantee the sale.

An American called Moody.

And? And he's in England now, and he's coming tomorrow, and you owe me a drink,

all right?

News travels fast here.

It has to.

To penetrate your skull, Dud.

Dudley.

And don't talk to Olivia like that again.

Dot.

Or else.

That's right, Dot.

Or else.

Whatever it was, it wasn't worth it.

Yes, it was.

We've seen you around.

This is just the start.

Simply grotesque. The fate of this house hangs on to both Paul Paltrow. Jimmy,

Derek, me.

Morning. That oaf, Moody.

Why so glum?

Just having out my legal bills.

At least they're not charging you for drooling over Miss Gibbs.

Start packing.

I want you out of here by noon.

What's the matter?

Nothing. It's, um, my cousin.

Doesn't matter.

God, is she still alive?

Maybe they are, and maybe they ain't.

I need provenance. What?

I need to know where you got them from.

The real ones disappeared from a place near Berlin called Kurtbus in 1945.

And unless you can trace them back there, you can forget it. No, we can't.

Tough. I'm not putting my reputation out for you or for these things. Look,

unfortunately, the person who actually bought them seems to have disappeared.

Can you wait?

Shit. That's just great. I mean, I have come a long way to see these things for

you.

We do appreciate it. Appreciate it? Hell, you are wasting my time.

Would you consider bribery?

What?

You say them real, we sell, make big lot of money, we give you cut.

You are really something.

These are my travel expenses and my professional fees.

What? My time is valuable.

Not to us, it isn't.

Are you mad?

I'm in a hurry.

You tell me where you got those drawings, or I will slash every tire on

car. Look, I've had just about... It didn't matter before.

Now it does.

We can't sell them until we know where they came from. I don't remember the

name. Some baronial shed in Germany.

Near Berlin?

Cottbus?

Cottbus.

Yes.

Cottbus.

Dismal dump.

Don't go there.

How do you know?

Oh, God. They're genuine.

Why didn't you say before?

This is more complex than you realise.

Is it possible for you to be selfless without major surgery?

I have to talk to someone. In the meantime, say nothing to everybody.

Do you understand?

OK, OK, solder drawings, but we leave the preschool, we build the other way.

I can't believe you're risking Winterley and your estate for a hole in the wall.

If it was easy, everyone would be doing it.

There was a time in the good old days when you were only self -destructive,

you got bored with that, didn't you? Not enough of a challenge.

Sorry, Jo.

You can't please all the people all of the time.

Please them.

You know it makes sense.

They'll go berserk. They just don't know what's good for them.

They'll call me a peasant beyond my bag.

Open on time, make lots of money, and then forget about it.

It's called hypocrisy, and it built the empire.

Simple, really.

I don't want this.

Leave me alone, John.

Will you just leave me alone?

I suppose privatising insanity has a thought of logic, after they've done the

gas and the telephone.

If Britain spent less on rockets, we could afford to keep your cousin here,

it is. When are you closing?

In the spring.

But what happens to the patients who have no beds?

The council will provide accommodation.

By selling the hospitals?

Yes.

She will need to come in at regular intervals for medication.

But she's been in care for nearly 20 years.

She's not the most severe case.

She's completely institutionalized.

This is not a good time for us.

I don't know how we'll cope.

If you need any advice, give me a ring.

Anytime.

Thank you.

Hello, darling.

Oh, my God.

I need a drink.

So do I.

Would you want me to stand up and tell the truth about how he got them so Ward

can pay his legal fees?

Oh, perhaps in some way. I am fighting in the courts for my grandson.

I'm fighting in the banks for money to run my business. Both of these depend

absolutely on my reputation.

If this comes out, Jimmy, I will make the world weep.

Go home, Jimmy.

Get drunk.

Forget about it.

Did you speak to Blake, by the way?

His usual opaque self.

Still, the drawings don't matter now.

No. And after Olivia sacked you, eaten you alive, and chopped your bones to the

police, everything will be fine.

Yep. All's well that ends well.

My she is cross.

Let me go first. Talk to her. No.

Thanks.

It's okay.

What happened?

Bundles. They got back just in time before the fire caught hold.

But the worst thing is they'd smashed up the priest hole.

Well, that gets you off the hook.

That's hardly the point.

Funny how things turn out, though.

Yeah.

Dudley, of course.

Though they'll never prove it. Of course, but still my fault.

Not really.

He torched the place to get back at me, Anna.

So, no priest hole and a big repair bill.

No gaming hall, no Christmas opening, all down to me.

Funny how things turn out.

Yeah.

Do you want the good news or the bad news?

There is no good news.

Correct. Unless you help us prove the drawings are real, Wintley is stuffed.

And let it eat cake.

Jobs and people, Dad.

Olivia?

Just satisfy my curiosity, please.

If this comes out, Poppet, I shall swing with the crows.

You can trust me.

The drawing study?

Berlin?

We looted them one night.

My confederate and I were interrupted, tediously enough, by a fellow officer.

An incident ensued.

The officer was somewhat shot, but survived.

How do you get somewhat shot?

There was a stink out of which I scraped with an honourable discharge.

My confederate escaped with the booty.

I kept his name out of it.

What on earth for?

Sometimes, my dear, your idiocy betrays the stamp of greatness.

At the time, just another gutter snipe.

Scratching a dishonest living in the rubble.

But he's as frightening now as he was then.

Except a few billion pounds richer.

Franklin.

So you see our position, my dear.

If one admitted the how and the where... Franklin thinks in the scandal.

And the Dutch government says...

Thanks very much.

And woof goes the fortune I stuck in his casino.

Our secret.

My dear.

I think perhaps we'd better think of something else.

What's that?

Something else.

Moody's invoice.

Don't say we forgot to pay it. Moody's invoice plus address, signature and

handwriting. I've had an idea.

Yep, I think it's great.

You don't know what it is? I don't care.

We haven't seen Cyril for ages.

Dexy, Dexy, this is a serious fraud.

Another one.

But they're not fake.

That's a joke.

But this is taking the piss out of the whole art world.

They'll ball you in concrete.

Stock market, art market, they all work on greed, stupidity, misinformation.

It's perfect.

I'm not putting you back in prison.

Everyone has to believe they're real before the auction.

Anna's fortune article saying exactly that for the Burlington Art Magazine.

We just need Moody's signature.

No. Please.

I owe them. I really do.

Lot 15, the collection of four Durer drawings of the Nativity, offered for

on behalf of the... God, hurry up.

I keep thinking something's going to go wrong. What can go wrong?

What if Moody turns up? He's out of the country.

Well, if he reads the article, he's going to be out of his mind.

I thought you did it rather nicely.

150 ,000. 150 ,000 I have.

The lady in front of 150 ,000 pounds.

160, is it?

That's 150 ,000 pounds.

160 ,000.

Thank you, sir. The gentleman at the back of 160 ,000 pounds.

It's what you face from Franklin's casino when you burn the money.

180 ,000. Casino.

At the back now, 190.

Dex, stop it.

190 ,000 pounds.

A fresh place of 190.

200 ,000 is it.

200 ,000 is bid.

Who's the other bidder? I keep missing him.

210.

210. He's bidding the price. Rise up. You can't do that.

Do I hear £220 ,000 for the four fine Dura drawings?

£220 ,000 is it? Come on, you tight bastard.

£210 ,000.

£220 ,000 is it?

£220 ,000.

Any further bills?

No. Just one more.

230 ,000. Thank you, sir.

Same place at 230 ,000.

Come on.

Any more?

Come on.

The old dollar at 230 ,000 pounds.

The juror drawings are going to be sold to the gentleman on the end.

Oh, no.

Going for the first time.

a bit faster.

Going for the second time.

Oh, my God.

For the last time, at 230 ,000 pounds.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to

say that this lot has been withdrawn.

All bids are void.

Thank you.

Lot 15 has been withdrawn from the sale.

Lot 16 is an early braggle.

We're victims of our own success.

Ironic, really.

The duck saw the Burlington article, thought they might have made a mistake

slapped an injunction on the sale at the last minute.

Well,

look on the bright side.

If they hadn't, you'd have had to cough up a quarter of a million.

Oh, don't.

Look, I've had an idea.

Oh, God.

It's not something legal, is it? God forbid.

And you thought that I was the sort of shifty, unscrupulous character who would

seriously consider a shady deal?

Not at all.

Then you're a poor judge of character.

Britain did very nicely out of selling obsolete guns to us wogs.

after wearing them out and blasting our forefathers.

So one takes some pleasure in playing a modest role in the jumble fail that it's

become.

Sadly, though, I can't now buy your drawings.

Because of the Dutch?

Yes, it's come to something when you can't even flog off your own national

heritage.

But... but... genuine art lovers can always be found.

Where? Abroad, of course. No one here can afford a decent lunch, let alone

decent art.

So you know someone else who might be interested?

Perhaps.

And he wouldn't care a fig about the Dutch.

For the right price.

The blood sample from Lord Milburn is consistent with that of the child who

therefore moved to proceed with a check on my client's domestic circumstances.

Mr Clements.

While it is true that the blood tests carried out so far do not rule out Lord

Milbourne as a possible father, they do not actually prove that he is the

father. Bastards.

Bastards. And we therefore request that full genetic fingerprinting be carried

out.

Don't worry. It's just a delaying tactic.

Agreed. But, Mr Pugh... Sir?

Go ahead with the investigations into Mr Ward's circumstances.

Very good, sir.

Adjourned.

No.

But it's a firm cash offer. We can't.

Why not?

In order to delay paying inheritance tax, I did a deal with the revenue.

I can't sell any valuable works of art out of the country.

Now he tells us.

I was hoping a British museum would buy them or something.

Come on, Piers.

They can't afford the catalogue.

Never mind.

There is another possibility.

What?

You'll just have to trust me.

Don't be silly. You can't even trust yourself.

We're in no position to be choosy as usual.

I've just spent this morning in court.

I'm this close to getting my child back from Franklin.

You stuff that up for me, and I will eat your heart.

Just one more push.

That's all we need.

No, it's not that.

You're leaving me.

Stephen.

Take care.

As far as we know, they were stolen after midnight.

Were they properly insured? No one could agree on what they were worth.

Oh, one last thing. We'll need a statement from Mr Love.

He's in London on business.

You know, of course, he has a criminal record.

Of course.

Can anyone vouch for his movements last night?

He spent the whole night with me.

Yes? What?

I was looking for Mr. Ward.

What for?

My name's Wilson.

I'm the welfare officer appointed by the court to report on his domestic

circumstances.

We build one way, then the other, then it all gets burnt.

It's going to be a lot of extra expenses.

We had an arrangement.

Payment at the end of the week. Spend it all at once. What's wrong with you?

Moody just phoned.

He didn't write that article.

I did.

And the burglary was me.

I sold the drawings to Kazim this morning. The point is, we've got the

finish the gaming hall and get us going.

That's the point, is it?

Oh, and, uh, it was me that trashed the priest hall.

The fire?

No.

Okay. The cash.

Hand it over.

No way. It's not safe.

We're always getting burgled.

Jimmy!

There are some greenhouses down there and you can't see a thing.

It's more of a challenge.

I need your help, Jimmy.

Alas, I have no more money to give.

No, it's not the house for one. They want to release her from care.

Hi. I was hoping I wouldn't have to burden you with this.

Nonsense.

When did you find out?

Just recently.

It's not really your problem.

But she's dangerous.

She almost killed us.

She's not awake long enough to be dangerous these days, Jimmy.

She can't come here.

Not under the circumstances, no.

By the way, when you see the police, I said you were with me all night.

Right, okay.

Thanks.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Can I ask you something?

Before Jo died?

Did she say anything about me?

Only... Only that she loved you.

And that, uh... Sorry, forget it.

Oh, but I'm sorry that's not true.

She said that you'd betrayed her.

and that she was looking forward to life on her own with the baby.

Thanks.

Shit.

I'm sorry.

But basically, you're in love with your grief, aren't you?

Or a goat, or anything but Joe, aren't you?

She's dead!

Dead!

Joe is dead.

I'm sorry.

I wonder if she'll be happy in the new hospital.

Do you really suppose she'll be happy anywhere?

Sorry to keep you. She's just coming. We lost her comb and she wouldn't come at

first. Hello, Dr Feeney. How do you do? This is Mr Blake.

I see.

How long since you last saw your wife?

Many years.

We were divorced, of course. She's heavily sedated at the moment.

You'll find her much changed.

She might seem very old to you, I think.

Hello, Hannah, darling.

How are you?

Where are you two going?

Somewhere hot for the winter.

What's wrong with air?

Not that kind of hot.

I thought you were going with Blake.

I'd rather burn my boats with him.

And everyone else.

Didn't expect the balloon to go up so quickly.

Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

No, it's got nothing to do with that.

I came back on some romantic crusade to find my roots.

And?

And I didn't seem to find them.

Look.

I hope things work out for you.

Thanks.

And for you.

Okay.

Anna.

One last thing.

What were you doing sleeping with Jimmy?

Why do you want to know?

Just curious.

I mean, he's a devious, vicious, hypocritical snob.

There you are, then.

And he's old enough to be your father.

Stop it.

He is my father Take care

All those years she grew up a stranger, there was always going to be time for

her tomorrow.

There isn't really, is there?

Tell her the truth, Jimmy.

You'll surprise everyone at first, but they'll get used to it.

She'll understand that you were trying to protect her from what you went

today. I doubt it.

It was fate.

She was brought here.

Of all the places in England. Fate has a certain relentless, terrifying logic.

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.

They kill us for their sport.

So, what are you going to do about it?

We missed Anna.

She said goodbye.

Mother.

The train's late.

Astounding.

Chilly here.

I have the car.

I think perhaps you should come back and stay.

In what sense, come back and stay?

In a sense that we cancel your imminent departure.

In a sense that we spend time with each other.

It's too late, Dad.

In what sense too late?

One loathes to see you making the same howlers one did oneself. That's all.

I didn't know you were in love with Dexter.

Listen, if you are indeed serious about him, there's something you must know

about his past.

I know about his past. Not everything.

What?

He attended.

Binley Park Comprehensive.

Binley Park.

Well.

Very droll.

I've just wrecked my relationship with him.

And you.

And the family.

On the basis that I was leaving Winterley.

And that it didn't matter.

How have you managed this?

political triumph in a single afternoon.

You'll find out soon enough.

Come back.

Please.

Give me one good reason.

They closed this station down last year.

It's a museum now.

Oh, shit.

There's something else I must tell you.

About your mother.

What?

I... deem a thing essential.

You forgot the cigarette in the blindfold.

I was about to say. This wasn't easy to say.

I'm fired.

There.

Easy peasy.

This is the bit where you tell me why.

Well, for my part, it's because of the priest hole.

My son, on the other hand, is more concerned about staying out of Chokey

enough to get his child back.

Take your pick.

I understand.

What's that?

Some of the money you got for the drawings.

When all's said and done, we couldn't have sold them without you.

You don't have to do that.

I know this sounds ungrateful after everything you've done.

It does a bit.

But I take your point.

We just never know what you're going to do next.

The police have virtually got their own rooms here.

I'll move out in the morning.

No, no, you don't have to do that.

Good luck.

Derek?

Yeah, you too.