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Why is the sky always white?

It's always white.

Right.

Let's get buttering.

Well, I think you ought to go.

I mean, you can look at Colin's place any time.

What is it you want to do?

Oh, drinks. Thanks, Peg.

Might be a few, I don't know. What's it in aid of? Well, after Barry, it's

basically a get -together for the nods, you know, all the major shareholders,

the majorist of whom is Franklin, our host. Two silly types.

The idea is to raise the company's profile with a view to attracting

according to Stephen, who is now late.

I see.

Do you? How do you raise something's profile?

Toy's going.

Here. Oh, really?

Well, you've mentioned it.

I wondered how boring it was going to be.

Oh, I think we can safely assume it's going to be fairly boring. You can't go

all King Lear on us, Daddy.

You've still got a job to do.

My department needs you.

The figurehead.

Rashes. Ha!

Have a cook, please, sir.

What do you do when you're not doing this?

Do, sir?

I watch television, sir.

Is that so?

Can't think why, sir.

Load of bloody rubbish, ain't it?

So life is work, followed by television.

I suppose so.

You're finished, sir.

Richard, you've got exactly one minute and then you're going to be late for

school, understand?

Yes, Miss.

Sneaking up on me like that.

Here, you can give me a hand with this flipping thing. Hold the corners.

Penny?

What? I've got a confession to make.

Oh? About my shares.

Who to?

Who have you sold them to?

Franklin.

How many?

All of them?

I see.

I promise you I wouldn't.

Yes, I remember that.

I also remember Derek saying that I would shout your history from the

if you ever broke that promise.

I could do that, you know.

I really could do that.

Yeah?

Yeah, you could.

Retirements for horses and footballers. Don't be silly.

I've been slighted. There's no alternative.

You've not been slighted.

How can one be expected to take seriously an honour one shares with

musicians and people on the television?

Nobody looks rather nice in the downstairs loo.

I'm very fond of mine.

It is not a knighthood.

Everywhere, Michael, there's shoddy behaviour, harvesting reward.

Franklin pontificates to me one minute about respecting Douglas's grief.

Next minute, he's gorging himself on the company's shares.

So scandalous.

And this is a man they propose to make a lord.

Well, it's not settled, Jimmy. There's a month to go.

I came to tell you that one of Franklin's guests today is Edward

As the minister, he's distinguished by the fact that he carries both ears of

Lord Lieutenant in his pocket.

Really?

Stroke him, Jimmy.

He might purr.

Hmm.

Daddy, I'll be late for work. Please. Yes or no?

No. No is not the correct answer.

Why?

What have I got to do?

Stand around an expensive frock so that some pervy geriatrics can breathe down

my cleavage. That's usually what happens at your receptions.

You're prejudiced against Tanger. Daddy, just don't start, please.

Joanna, it's a party. Good for Douglas Motors, good for me, but also it should

be a pleasure.

Besides, it's natural for Clayburster and their representatives there.

Joanna?

All right, then.

I'll be there.

Nice dress.

Accessories to compliment.

Peers, for example.

Sir, you're grooming Garfield Ward for succession.

I can't find it in my heart to gush on the subject of peers.

Oh, I thought you found him capable.

I must be able to delegate with confidence.

You can't.

He's made some frightful blunders.

One covers for him, naturally, but... Oh, dear.

The keys of the kingdom must pass elsewhere.

Sad, really.

One has to be sensible.

I'm so sorry. I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Oh, Piers.

Jimmy's been telling me terrible things about you. I'm sure they're all

perfectly true.

Mr. Coley.

So, Treneman.

Treneman.

Where was he at school?

Oh, for God's sake, Victoria, that's Blake's car. We can't park here.

I will not be seen arriving in this German van.

I'm getting out.

And I thought he didn't care anymore.

All right.

I was just wondering if Joe was going to be here.

I'm very surprised.

Hello, Stephen.

Tom, where have you got everything?

Yeah,

thank you.

Edward, come meet Jimmy Blake.

Always, of course.

Tom! Yes, Sir Gillian Halfcourt, Lord Grouse, the Right Honourable Edward

Treneman MP.

Meet Jimmy Blake.

How do you do, sir? Jimmy works in a bank.

Edward! Damn this! I believe we were at school together.

Oh? The college, 34 to 39.

My date's 70.

Can't say I remember you, I'm afraid. But Winchester is a very distant country

now. Oh, I remember you, you rogue.

Terror of the kitchen maids.

The man was nauseatingly good at everything.

Shame I couldn't manage a decent career.

Dear boy, you have.

You're a damn fine statesman, Edward.

Credit to us all.

I wish you everything, sir.

Here you are. Thank you.

Excuse me, ma 'am. Of course.

Splendid, sir.

Prideful gas bag, I'm afraid.

Blake?

My strategy with boars who dredge up previous acquaintances to agree to

everything they say and beat a hasty retreat to the bar.

You know him?

Fellow was at school with me.

I remember him vividly. Patently doesn't remember me.

I'm about to be indiscreet.

I hope you're not a reporter.

Friend? Hardly.

I used to fag for him, you see.

That's rather what I do now.

Not me personally, my corridor.

He used to appear suddenly at the top of the stairs and yell, we had to drop

whatever we were doing and run.

The last one there got the job.

Plus ça change.

It just confuses me a bit why he's coming on so nicey -nicey.

Honour, Mr. Turnerman.

Jimmy's very strong on the getting of honour.

It's widely supposed in the business community that you're the man with the

necessary influence.

What's your name?

Crane.

Stephen Crane.

Thank you, Mr Crane. Your confidence is greatly appreciated.

Jimmy, congratulations.

What is your tip for an OBE?

You and me, Jimmy, we're so respectable.

Leave us, please, Stephen.

There are adults here trying to converse.

Banking's a damn grummy business.

There's no getting away from it. I always fancied the idea of working in a

shop.

Well, a real job, you know, with power.

Edward here is the only one with any integrity, you know.

I envy him.

Might I have a word?

Well, of course, yes.

Excuse us, Ray.

Excuse us.

Oh, Edward.

I just wanted to say that I understand precisely what you're doing, and I urge

you not to embarrass either of us any further by continuing this ridiculous,

sycophantic charade.

Because it won't work.

He put on.

I must confess, I'm completely mystified.

I'm told you're keen to meet the Queen with a sword in her hand.

Crawling to me won't get it for you.

So you're managing without a man?

Oh, yeah.

You know me, I'm a busy bee.

That's nice.

What does the bee sound for?

Excuse me, do I know either of you?

Thank God.

Jimmy.

I'd like to know what you intend to do with Douglas Motors.

With Douglas Motors?

Exactly nothing.

The company shall continue to manage its own affairs without any interference

from me.

On one condition.

What? Crane remains managing the right thing.

Why? I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. He refuses in favor of Douglas

Motors. I believe this to be indicative of loyalty, dedication.

I prefer such people to steer my ship.

Will you forgive me a moment?

Of course.

Hell's Stebbings.

Ah, he's fired.

Get a new one.

As soon as you've got one, defenitrate the Scotch one. Jimmy, yes, but... By

compatibility, Ron Rod, it sickens me.

Crane has nothing better to do than infect the ear of my potential

You don't know that it was deep.

There are times, Piers, when all that is required of you is to agree with me.

Yes, Jimmy.

Let's go.

Sorry, sir. You on the other hand should be silent at all times.

I fear it's time that Stephen died.

What?

Professionally, socially, financially. I want him dead and stinking.

The means for this are now at my disposal.

Well, come on, Stebbings, move!

But was that a success or not?

Oh, yeah.

I think we raised a few profiles.

Loads. Good.

Night, all. Good night, Robert.

Victoria.

Good night. Good night,

Jimmy. Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Willie, isn't it?

Sarah?

Blake's going to thank you, will he, once he's found a new chauffeur?

Yep.

I thought perhaps he might like to know.

Thank you, sir.

Much obliged to the tip.

Ah.

Ah. Stemmings?

Yes, sir.

You'll wash the car before you retire.

What have I done?

What have I done to warrant this insane blizzard of persecution?

I really can't say. I'm a man wronged beyond endurance.

Did you tell the psychopath Stebbing that he was sacked last night?

Of course I didn't.

Who else could have done this thing?

I don't know how, and I don't know why, but this is the hand of Crane, by his

word. Shall ye know him.

If the nature of a combatant becomes their growth, it really is time I

the war.

Russian appears.

The final solution.

Right, Tom.

Bottom shelf, please. Where does Jaden go in purchase?

God, no. Put him in a boring box.

See if we can get Grandpa to look into some interesting books about

Mr. Crane,

Victoria Douglas here.

We have met.

Can I tell you what you're doing today?

You're having lunch with me.

It's already telling you, you great wad of...

Victoria, I can't. I'm sorry. Why is it squeaking?

Press enter.

Just move.

Still here.

Listen, Lorraine took a very strange message.

Who are you going to see?

Yes.

Yeah, I'm going.

You've got glasses.

When did you get glasses? I've never seen you with glasses before.

I've, um... I don't know.

I got them last week.

Whose idea were they?

Sonia's?

Oh, no, it was my idea.

I've needed them for some time.

Never told me.

The understatement of the century, really, isn't it?

Penny, please... Don't panic. I haven't come to have another row with you.

It's all right.

Is that safe to sit on?

So how do you... Go on.

I was only going to say, how are you?

I mean, how are you getting on?

You look...

Wonderful.

I'm fine.

Listen, I want to talk to you about the children.

Yeah?

OK.

I think they require a little continuity.

They understand perfectly well that you are no longer around.

However, emotionally...

I think they need to be weaned off you.

Rather more gradually than I would choose.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to take them out for the day.

Right.

This is not an opportunity for you to ingratiate yourself with the kids so

beg me to beg you to come back, OK? Of course, yeah. Of course, I understand.

I promise.

Thank you, Penny.

Sorry, but thank you so much.

Stephen, you are naughty.

Piers! You couldn't spend your money on me.

What's going on?

I thought I was having lunch with Joe.

Having lunch, yes, with Joe.

Afraid not.

Sorry about the trouble to you, Stevie.

Couldn't think how else to get you to meet me.

You could have said, Stephen, please meet me.

Didn't think of that.

Take a seat.

I thought Joe was in trouble.

No, Stephen, you're the one that's in trouble.

Where's the pepper?

Just by the oven.

I'm afraid Jimmy intends to do for you.

Once and for all.

Oh, come on, Piers.

Beating me up in the playground is a fantasy he's had for months. So have

What else is new?

Blake's retiring.

He's got nothing to lose.

All he wants to do is settle old scores.

I'm listening.

Jimmy's arranged a meeting with a hack from the tabloid press.

Name?

Financial correspondent with the interpreter.

Can't remember his name.

But he's going to get told the whole story of Transfrontier, start to finish.

A man appointed MD of public company with strong links to Franklin, only

after being sacked for insider trading on one of Franklin's companies.

Months. If that's your most intelligent rejoinder, Stephen, you're in a lot of

trouble.

Look, it's a ton of shit hitting a big fan. Blake's not splatterproof.

Stephen. Franklin, I go mental. How can I impress this upon you? Your insurance

policy has run out.

Blake doesn't care anymore.

He thanks Debbings for keeping him waiting seven seconds.

God.

It's hours rather than days, Stephen. You've got to move quickly.

Give me one reason why I should trust you.

I can't.

If I were you, I wouldn't trust me either.

That's good enough for me.

What have you got in mind?

Are you lost, love?

Oh, yes, I'm looking for Wainfleet Street. It's somewhere in this little

here, but I haven't got my spectacles with me.

Wainfleet Street?

Yes. Could I have a look at the book?

Sorry, I'm not being much help to you, am I?

No, right.

Well, thanks very much. I really am, you know, just looking for this place.

That's all I want, really. Thank you.

I know.

Look, straight ahead, there's a petrol station on the roundabout. They'll be

able to tell you. Right.

Right, thanks very much. Sorry, I can't give more now.

Darling, I'm home.

Oh, good.

Sit down, I've got some news. Stephen, I have to put alcohol into my mouth now.

It's terribly important.

Sit.

I don't want to do this.

But I'm going to break into Claiborne's.

And I'm going to steal one million pounds from Jimmy Blake's personal

Can I have one?

One what?

One of whatever it is you're on at the moment. Looks fun.

I'm serious, Marcus. Look at me.

I'm serious.

You're sick.

I'm death breath.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, when I say that I'm going to steal it, I mean it in the sense that you're

going to steal it. With this.

You are very, very sick.

Marcus.

No way.

No bloody way.

One.

Jimmy is retiring.

He wants to finish me.

Make sure I don't go and spook him in the old folk song when he's trying to

respectable. Two, he's got the power to do it.

He's got enough muck on me to trash me in business completely.

Three, with all my debts, I could really do without 40 years on the dole. And

four... Me, me, me.

If I go down, Douglas Motors goes down.

And that's a fact.

Jesus, wait.

Marcus, I am borrowing it to get him to negotiate.

I cannot believe... I cannot believe this is happening to me!

and time and bloody sudden time again, you throw my body over the barbed wire

that you can go prancing off to fight somebody.

Tell what I'm sick of it, Stephen.

My back's got your bloody footprints all over it, right? I've had enough.

Marcus. I'm fed up of being pissed about by you, you selfish little shite.

Sorry. Yeah.

So am I.

Look, breaking in's easy. I can do that for you.

If anything goes wrong, just turn this off and we can go home.

But getting your hands on the cash is seriously dodgy, and I'm not helping you

with that.

Okay. There's two things we need.

One, a list of all the passwords to let me run about in Claiborne's computer

system. Uh -huh.

Two, an invisible, unnumbered, swift deposit account to stash the loot in.

And do we have either of these things?

No.

But he does.

Turn it off, toy. It's terrible.

Words of wisdom from a maddening old goat.

You ready?

Dad, I'm tired.

You are too intelligent.

Too willful.

Too beautiful.

I'm far too infested with Douglas' pride to go mooning about the house like a

pasty -faced schoolgirl.

Just because Stephen... Please.

Just because Stephen isn't following you around like a small dog.

Trust him.

If you can't trust him, ditch him. You'll get over it.

Dad, this is boring.

Now you're going to sell. Well, I'm sorry, Toy.

I don't pussyfoot with you, so there you are.

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

Oh, there we go.

You're feeling fat, your eyes are pink.

You've given up brushing your hair and you're dressed like a vagrant.

You're a very attractive man.

Think about that next time you feel a lecture about lack of initiative coming

on.

Good night.

Oh, I should have listened to what they told me at school. Hold on.

Don't know, man. I wasn't listening.

Come on, summary, good.

Now, access account inquiry.

Taking forever, Markham.

Give me the key, then.

Look, Blake, I'm waiting for you.

TB, dollar sign, XOBT, dollar sign, sort of hyphen.

Backslash. Backslash.

Here we are, it's coming up now.

Zilch. What do you mean, zilch? Where's the money?

It's not there. It is there. It was there two days ago.

Well, it isn't there now.

Jim is planning his retirement rather carefully.

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

You're a very attractive man.

Think about that next time you feel a lecture about lack of initiative coming

on.

Think, Piers.

What other keys have you got?

My grandfather's estate.

Managed by Claiborne? Yeah.

A million quid in it?

Wait a minute. Yes or no? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the point of ripping off his dead grandad?

Fabers runs his state, right?

Fabers is responsible for his well -being.

Hackers break into the account.

Disaster.

Coley's policy is to treat with hackers, learn and move on.

Jimmy is his executive.

Jimmy has to deal with it. He hates it, but he does it. So?

Giving amnesty to hackers, Marcus, is illegal.

liable to cause resignation in those who do it and get caught.

Kiss that knighthood goodbye, Poppet.

About three million.

I suggest we take it all.

Wayne Fleet Street's still giving you the slip.

Are we sure about this?

Do it.

And so...

We are three million pounds richer than we were three seconds ago.

Drink a lot of lager with that kind of money.

True. But you'd be drinking it in Switzerland.

Oi.

Full of bubbles, Swiss beer.

You'd hate it.

Okay.

What happens next?

My name's Angie.

What's yours?

Make one up if it's easier.

Robert.

Listen, Robert.

I'm going to guess something.

Your wife's left you, hasn't she?

In a sense.

She dead?

Yes.

Look, Robert.

It's not unusual men your age in your situation that just want to come and sit

and talk for a bit.

Take the ache away.

I understand that and I'm happy to do it.

But I'm going to have to take money off you just saying.

I don't want to talk.

I want to go to bed with you.

If that's all right.

Michael.

Bit of bad news, Ward.

Your grandfather's estate has lost a fair amount of money.

To a hacker.

The small hours of the morning.

Oh, God.

How much was taken?

Three million.

God. And must he be buggered, Michael? Call the police.

No, Jimmy.

It's so dispiriting and shabby to have to deal with the bespectacled trolls who

perpetrate this sort of unpleasantness. It renders one so vulnerable. Find out

how they did it.

Get as much of the money back as you can.

That's the bank's strategy. But, Michael, you can't always do... No, that

strategy.

Let me know how you get on.

Piers, everything's cool.

Eight o 'clock tonight.

Drive carefully.

Well, the gang's all here.

Let banging commence.

You know, I had a funny feeling this might have something to do with you.

A simple proposition.

Oh, splendid.

Be nice to me and I'll put the money back.

Sorry to be a bore, Stephen.

I don't feel terribly nice at the moment.

Gentlemen.

Oh, Piers, do give the serious fraud officer a ring. Ask him to drop in this

evening at his convenience.

There's a good boy.

Jimmy, this is so silly.

Goodness, though, Steve, it's fun.

Show my guest to the boardroom, please.

See to it he has everything he needs, except a telephone.

Cheer up, Poppet.

Blake's Law.

Rule number one.

You have to suffer to be beautiful.

What's the matter? Doubt.

I was just wondering where Stephen had got to.

Stephen's allowed out at night, isn't he?

Penny.

What?

Well, I was wondering.

Did you leave your door open?

No.

But it's okay. No, it's not okay.

Who are you?

I'm Gavin. Who are you?

Marcus Wharton.

What are you doing still here, Gavin?

I just put the kids to bed.

Do you want to meet today?

No, that's all right, thanks, Marcus.

Gavin was just leaving.

Good day today.

Thanks.

Nice to meet you, Marcus.

Do you see that little space?

There is much, much less than that between you and a very substantial

sentence.

How does it feel?

It feels like the publicity will cost you your OBE.

I do hope so.

Sit up straight, Stephen.

It's the police.

Michael. Do you have the amnesty agreement?

Do you have the amnesty agreement, yes or no?

Yes.

The conditions are quite standard.

Ten percent commission for security analysis and systems testing.

Piers, are you quite mad?

Calling the police would seriously compromise the bank's reputation, Jimmy.

Your decision was wrong.

I had no choice.

Sad, really.

But one has to be sensible.

I asked you to deal with this. Now sign it, Jimmy.

You're still employed by Clavers and you're still answerable to me. Now let's

get this bloody business finished.

Of course, Michael.

My mistake.

Now, where does one sign?

Wherever one likes.

Michael, I have no wish to speak to you.

We'll talk.

Take this, Stephen, and die horribly on your way home.

In a minute.

Gotcha.

You certainly have.

Hope he's not going to let me down tonight.

I don't think there's much danger in that.

Go on, let's go to bed.

No.

Okay, let's make a mess of the kitchen table.

I want to go bopping.

Please, Gavin.

Just for an hour.

Half an hour.

Why do you want to go dancing?

I feel wiggly.

Please, Gavin, please.

Okay, don't you just... You've got two minutes to get it ready.

Raise your little finger. Yeah, yeah, I know.

Sorry it didn't work out.

Not nice to see you embarrassed in public.

But worth it.

for the consolation of 300 ,000 pounds.

I'll have to stop you there. You see, it's all going back.

We're not keeping a penny.

Let's be absolutely clear, Jimmy.

I have evidence that you were willing to commit a crime.

You signed an agreement with a hacker.

Such a lot of trouble for such a putrid little triumph.

Keep my name out of the papers, Jimmy, that's all.

I don't want to be famous.

I thought you might enjoy a little publicity.

How did you manage to do all this without some sort of... sort of...

Pierce?

He had his own reasons.

Why did you make me do it?

I don't understand.

What did I do that was so bad?

You snivelled your poisonous sputum in Treneman's ear.

I did what, sorry?

All I wanted, Stephen.

All I wanted.

A knighthood.

It would have hurt nobody. But you had to spoil it for me, didn't you?

You... not just a little tit.

I never said a word to a gentleman, I swear it. Not about you.

We talked about dog racing.

What? He's a fan.

What about my car?

What about it? You put the maniac hibernian up to it. You told Stebbings

were fat.

Jimmy, wake up. How could I have possibly known that? I didn't know

about your bloody car until... Until... Piers told

you.

You and I, Stephen, duped.

Frankly, it is insupportable.

It doesn't surprise me at all.

I just didn't think he had the balls.

Blake had him pushed for a long time.

I used to see the looks, you know, in the mirror.

Of course, Jimmy.

I meant me.

He set Blake against me so I had to fight him to the death in self -defence.

See, Piers had it both ways.

I win, it clears the way for his career. I lose, get sent down for attempted

fraud. Piers is left whispering in Blake's ear, nice one, Jimmy, enjoy your

retirement. Why?

Because of you? I don't know.

Strange day.

Hey.

How about this Jaguar?

The Jaguar?

What a bitter. There's already enough people working at Douglas Motors who are

wanted by the police.

Well, the police weren't interested in me.

I was in Glasgow at the time. What time was that?

Whatever time it was, the poor wee car fell into the house.

And there's 27 Stebbingses that say so.

The job's yours, then.

Magic. What job's that?

I don't know yet. I'll ask Robert and see what he's got.

Is this place used, Stevie?

Congratulations.

Dear boy, come here.

Jimmy.

Where's Sushiland?

Packing.

Ice? Please.

Why, have you packed up?

A prophet without honour in his own land.

Tormented by an OBE.

Oh, yes, you've thoroughly queered my pitch.

Full of surprises, aren't you, Poppet?

There's an explanation, Jimmy.

Your recent outbreak of duplicity has greatly impressed me, Pierre.

I think you have a brilliant career ahead of you in banking.

What do you want from me, Jimmy?

An anniversary present would be appropriate.

And rather nice.

What are we celebrating?

Four years of marriage.

What sort of marriage?

A sort of marriage where people exchange vows before God, dear boy.

It's not uncommon.

You're married to Sushila?

Correct.

Funny little thing.

But one does adore her to distraction.

I thought she was your servant.

Sad that you should be a victim of such noble prejudices, dear boy.

Look carefully at things.

They're not always what they seem.

Good God.

England is such a dreary place, really.

One does feel the desire to voyage, set keel to breakers,

forth on the godly sea.

A good, long journey.

Where are you going?

Malaysia, perhaps.

Susheela's parents seem to own half the ruddy country.

I'm very tempted to withdraw to the hills there, build myself a little

I see.

Thought you might care to indulge me on the expensive.

You're dreaming, Jimmy.

No, no, curiously enough.

It was Stephen who was dreaming.

He trusted you, Piers.

He failed to check that you'd done with the money. What had you do?

I didn't.

I checked.

I see.

Really rather remiss of you.

Or rather greedy, as the case may be.

What do you suggest?

I suggest half his.

Dear heart.

Joe Franklin here, but I'm not here, so please leave a message after the beep.

Just wanted to say... Anytime you want to talk to me...

Just friends.

What you got here, sir? Where's a ton?

Money, dear boy.

Money and shoes.

What else is there?

Okay.

Yes, it's all turned out quite well.

James Xavier Blake.

Didn't have anything to do tonight, so I thought I'd go out for a drive.

I understand you're going away for a bit.

What do you want?

Just wanted to say goodbye, really.

And?

And good luck.

Don't spend it all at once.

Thank you, Stephen.

Look after Piers for me, won't you?

I might.

Remarkable. Well, all things considered.

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