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Wagons Row.

They're wasting my money and my time, Christian. I cannot afford either.

Next.

Mr. Warner, sir. The detective.

Yes.

Warner. What news of love?

Where is he now?

Oh, I can't be completely specific.

What about the membership list of my casino?

Are you equipped to be specific about McDonald's?

Not much joy, I'm afraid.

I've been watching a handful of the bigger players on the list.

Nobody's come near them. We've been invited to play somewhere else.

Not that I've actually seen, that is.

And the girl, Anna?

If she's someone you have actually seen, there must no joy at all there.

At this juncture in James Bond films, the megalomaniac tycoon declares,

Regrettably, you have failed me.

For the leaver and the hapless victim tumbles through a trapdoor to be

by barracudas. Sir?

Goodbye, Warner.

How the hell am I supposed to run a business on the money I get from the

enterprise allowance?

Do you know what the interest rates are like in this country?

Cyril, you're a forger.

They've cut off my bloody phone. That's what they're like.

I've been trying to get you.

What a shambles.

I'm looking for Dex, Cyril. So am I.

Oh, shit.

I was banking on you.

I've been looking for him all week.

Remember this?

I badly need him to think up something else like that, that I can use, or I'm

going to go under.

If I see him, I'll tell him.

Opening night tonight at Winterley.

If you come, don't bother to bring your own chips.

If the scam works once,

it'll work twice.

Winterly. Winterly. And better lives.

Thank you so much. Good luck.

What does better times mean, Piers?

Very distribution of wealth in the community.

That's the plan.

And you're going to see it, are you?

I'm going to try, yeah.

You couldn't distribute your own piss in a force 10 gale, matey.

Have it your own way, Dudley.

I can't, can I?

Don't turn your back on me, son.

I can't.

Because chinless pricks like you have had the money round here right from the

start.

Yeah.

Bloody loaded.

He's taken us all back on, for God's sake. What else can he do?

What are you, Eric?

You're a cowman.

Look at you.

In your bow tie and your black trousers.

Look at your hands.

Brutigate slabs of meat.

Cow slop under your nails.

Think you're going to hack it as a waiter in this casino, do you? I can

It's better than not working. Is it?

Where's your pride, Eric? Waiting for me to come home with a wage packet.

Where's yours?

You make me want to chuck.

A lot of you. He's had too much to drink.

On the contrary, I don't think he's had enough.

You think he's built your drink, mother?

Everything out of that company by eight o 'clock.

Why?

Because losing millions of dollars disagrees with me. That's why.

Gentlemen, you look splendid.

Good fit?

Oh, perfect, yes.

Very generous of you, Mr. Franklin.

Indeed.

Your fellow Warner.

Has he unearthed anything interesting about his lordship? No, Ward has all the

appetites of a healthy man. Sadly, these are not criminal.

Yes. Then we have another proposal.

The results of the genetic fingerprint are due tomorrow.

One must reasonably expect that the tests will corroborate Ward's paternity.

Therefore?

We think it may be time to negotiate a favourable settlement.

He is a peer of the realm, after all, and judges do tend to close ranks with

such contestants.

I said, watch Randall not come in.

Who is this person?

Fleur Cambona, sir.

I noticed he didn't bring any money with him into the casino.

Turns out he brought £10 ,000 worth of forged plaques.

I had him searched all the way out.

I thought he looked a bit shifty.

You thought I looked a bit black.

Mr. Cambona.

Take a seat.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Let's have a little talk.

What's going to happen to me?

That's up to you, Cyril.

May I call you, sir?

Please do.

You're in a great deal of trouble, sir.

I could have you arrested if I chose.

Or punished by other means.

How much did you win tonight with these photos?

Four thousand.

Answer these questions to my satisfaction.

You can keep it.

I don't mean to alarm you.

You can go to prison if you prefer.

Have you ever been to prison?

Which one?

Winston Green.

How interesting.

Were you recently against the establishment?

I got out a couple of months ago.

So, we have a mutual acquaintance. How jolly.

And did he commission you to make these, I wonder? My clients are not very

forthcoming about names.

See, I think we're talking about Derek Love.

Derek who?

A fraction too slow, Cyril.

But in all other respects, your expression of baffled innocence was a

forgery. What expression?

Ideally, of course, I think we're talking about Piers Garfield Ward.

I've got something for you, Derek.

Thought you probably had.

I've had 32 phone calls this afternoon alone.

We're going to be packed, Corker.

Bloody right, Corker.

Well done, you.

Wait till you see my expenses.

Dex. Have we met?

What is going on?

Derek's been taking care of business in London.

What do you mean?

I thought you were sacked. I've been hustling the punters for our casino.

Discreetly, of course.

Chasing up the names on the list.

There's no way I could have let him stay here after wrecking the priest hole.

The atmosphere would have been intolerable.

I had to pretend to give him the shove.

Why didn't you tell me?

You weren't here to tell.

Clever boys.

Well, I don't know.

What do you say?

I say yes, provided he undertakes to behave in a more mature fashion.

If we find any more priest holes, I promise to tell you before I smash them

Well, that sounds reasonable.

Okay.

Good. Welcome back.

Olivia, do you know any good prayers for the opening night of a dodgy casino?

Don't turn your back on me.

We'll call on bloody now!

Get him here!

You're pissed as a rat, Dudley. They'll nick you for drunk driving a car with no

tax and no insurance.

Lacks of you not to send me an invitation to whatever this is.

But life's too short to take offence over niceties of etiquette, don't you

think?

Is it yours?

The entire venture, of course, funded by love and the strength of criminal

fortune.

Enterprising, Ward.

I'm sure the magistrates were very impressed.

Piers didn't know anything about anything until it was too late.

Then Piers was an imbecile as well as a loser.

That money was burned.

Of course it was.

There are many familiar faces here from my own casinos.

So, now I know who stole the membership list. Good, good.

Well, what can I say?

I'm sure the constitution of this gathering is brilliantly worded. The

invisible. Get the police in if you want.

They won't find a damn thing.

If I keep them looking long enough, they won't find any guests either.

You want to close us down.

Oh, on the contrary.

Winsley is my grandson's birthright.

I'm content to let it chug along.

Good.

Now, let's be civilized about this.

Your case has collapsed.

To go on ranting that you are the man to give my grandchild a healthy moral

upbringing is clearly a cretinous waste of time and money.

Tell you what I suggest.

You withdraw from litigation now with honour.

Never. And I shall permit you access to Joseph.

Say, once a fortnight.

And nothing, of course, in writing.

Neither of us surely wished a child to grow up in an atmosphere of bitterness.

I'll think it over.

48 hours.

Is that my jumper?

Does it bother you?

Yeah.

You make it all smelly.

You don't like women smoking?

I don't like smoking.

Tough. I'm addicted.

How's your mum?

My father's right.

She's dead.

Sorry.

I thought you might want to talk about it.

Life's such a cheat.

I agree.

I always had this fantasy that she might still be alive.

That she'd given my father the boot.

And the only way he could deal with it was to tell everyone she'd died.

He's vain enough.

Then suddenly it's all real.

She is alive.

And I can go and see her.

Reality's never much caught when that happens.

I saw her.

It was like a coat slipping off a hanger.

All that longing just fell on the floor in a heap.

I felt so empty.

I kept waiting for some great rush of emotion.

But it never came.

Nothing.

The past is dead, Anna.

Everybody who lives there is dead.

There are no ghosts.

Tomorrow, you're just one day further away from all that.

It can't follow you.

Joe follows you.

Where is she, then?

Can you see her?

I can't see her.

My last cigarette ever.

What's the point of all this?

Tell me.

The point for me is Joseph, right?

The place is a terrific success.

So what?

It's meaningless because it has cost me my son.

It was my idea, I'm sorry.

Franklin's got the whole community by the balls.

If Winterly goes down, the village will die.

It's as simple as that.

Um, listen, I... I want to flog this cottage.

I've got a buyer.

Some creep who works in advertising.

I can charge him the earth.

Do you mind moving into the house?

Not at all.

I mean, what with Joe dying and all that.

I don't mind at all.

I'm not convinced about this.

Just do it.

It's not a practice I'm familiar with.

Trust me.

If I break your spine, you're not allowed to sue me.

All the aristocracy is perverted.

Ventures have been breeding, love it. Just a victim of my old blue jeans.

That was deliberate.

Shall I tell you what I think?

I think we should go to Fat Bastard and scream and shout until our faces go

purple and then say yes.

We don't honestly have any choice.

Franklin knows that.

He's actually been quite generous.

Oh, Piers.

Oh, baby, don't.

I wish I could make it better for you.

You're going to see Franklin.

No, I'm going to the back.

If my heart is still functioning.

Confront him, Daddy, please.

I can't keep living like a leper.

Anna, this is the worst possible moment.

I've condoned a rival casino under Franklin's peculiarly hideous nose

telling him.

You're scared?

Of course I'm effing scared.

What a fatuous rejoinder.

The man's unhinged.

Not just to Franklin.

You're scared of everything, aren't you?

You're even scared of me. It took you 20 years to pluck up the courage to tell

me the truth about my mother.

By the time you get your shit together to sort this one out, we'll all be

senile.

Can't tip that bit.

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.

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

I hated you for that.

What the hell is all this?

We had some brown envelopes here this morning. Redundancies? How many?

Sixty -five.

That's appalling.

All that bloody money wasted on settlements.

You really are a putrid little turd.

What's that?

I said, yeah, absolutely absurd.

Yeah.

I want Coley. Is he in there?

Waiting for you, Mr. Bates. Go straight through.

Michael.

How are you?

Bloody children.

If I didn't have a drink, I'd die.

Help yourself, Jimmy.

Have a large one.

I think I will.

I was hoping I might run into you.

Would you care for one?

Not for me, old boy.

Poor Jimmy.

Must have been such a strain for you.

All those lies.

Ward and Love building their tawdry little casino with money and membership

lists embezzled from the syndicate.

Me, breathing down your back for incriminating filth on ward.

Poor, poor Jimmy.

What can this thing be?

The very thought of it makes me tremble for you.

What thing?

The awful secret that love has used to blackmail you into silence.

I know you, Jimmy. You're a fine man.

Nothing but the most appalling threat could persuade you to act so recklessly

against your own interest and mine.

Tell me, Jimmy.

What is it that is so terrible?

I think honesty is the best policy, Tom.

May I speak absolutely frankly?

Of course.

I'd like you to mind your own bloody business, you pompous, flabby old

kraut.

I think, Jimmy, you may have burnt your boats, but singed a few of yours.

Oh.

More secret?

Why?

Are there others?

I think so, don't you?

See, I've got this funny feeling.

I caught it off Franklin.

That I didn't burn that money.

I think I burned something else.

Bog roll.

Bog roll?

I didn't want to spoil your moment of melodrama, so I let you talk to a few

notes.

The rest was bog roll.

So what did you do with the cash?

I gave it to my father, who gave it to Olivia.

Why?

Because he fancies her.

And because I asked him to.

Why?

I think we've just hit the secret.

God, I need a cigarette.

No, you don't.

Is there anything else you want to tell me?

Hurts enough for the time being.

Honesty's all very hip, but she shags you out.

Spoken like a queen.

I think you should try a bit of this with Franklin.

Chill him with the facts.

Really? Yeah.

Look at him.

He's getting over Jo.

He's thrashed Piers for the baby.

You're his mate's daughter.

You're beautiful, and when all's said and done, you're actually innocent.

What do you mean, beautiful?

How are you?

We seem to have been causing each other a bit of trouble, Mr. Franklin.

I'd like to straighten things out.

That's Franklin. Tell him to boil his head.

Hello. Anna's here.

That was quick. She's confessing to him.

It's all gone terribly wrong.

Dayton, I've stalled the police, but they'll be here any minute.

I'm coming.

Get your keys.

I pretended to be Jo and I used her flat to get money. Yes, I did all that.

You wore her clothes.

She gave me a dress that she didn't want.

I painted your face with her makeup.

Look, please.

I abused your daughter's generosity guilty.

I was desperate for money, but I was not responsible for that terrible accident.

She got drunk, Mr Franklin. She fell through the floor.

That's how it looks.

That is how it looks, because that is how it was. You've got to believe me.

I haven't got to do anything.

You made her drunk.

That is responsibility enough.

I didn't make her drunk.

Well, please.

On their way, sir.

I didn't... Didn't do what?

Shall I tell you what you... Did do?

You caused me the most terrible pain, always, after Joanna's burial.

What timing for a felony?

My name in the papers, her picture in every magazine, reporters foraging the

rubbish outside her flat and photographing it.

For this, I will always hate you.

Now, suffer the punishment for your crime and be grateful that it didn't

My father... Cannot help you now.

My father is Jimmy Blake.

So, that is Jimmy's terrible

mystery.

And you thought...

That would protect you.

How I shall make you suffer for this.

All of you.

I've come straight from chambers.

I've got something for you.

And I want to be with you when you open it. Because I think it's going to make

you feel suicidal.

Piers.

What's happened?

Franklin.

He's gone back on everything.

He's going to smash Winterly.

And he's going to fight to the death to keep me away from my son.

Read the letter.

What is it?

Results of the DNA analysis.

Terrific, Violet.

You're not the father.

Piers, you're not the father.

I'm sorry, the results are definitive.

I don't know what to say to you now.

I just want you to know I love you.

Very much.

I don't understand.

And I want to look after you.

He was a father then.

Do you appreciate the scale of the conspiracy to conceal you?

The fabulous network of betrayal.

Laugh, Pierce, and your father.

The multiplicity of lies.

How does it feel, Emma?

How does it feel to be so helpless?

To be seconds away from punishment?

Mr Franklin, we understand you have an intruder.

Gentlemen, thank you for your prompt attention.

But I'm afraid you've wasted your time.

The alarm signal seems to have been triggered by an animal.

A fox, perhaps.

Very well, sir.

Are you sure?

Oh, quite sure, Sergeant Willie. I'm sure these gentlemen will like a drink

before they leave.

Right you are, sir.

And never, ever want to see your face again.

Do you understand?

My fault.

My advice, my fault.

It's not your fault. It's me.

I've been very stupid.

When was this? I must have missed it.

I should have known I couldn't pull it off.

I just haven't got the charm. He's right.

Who's right?

Roman. Ruthless, terrifying bastard, but he does understand women.

You have charm.

You're lovely.

When you walk into a room, everything changes.

You're embarrassing me.

I'm embarrassing both of us, so what? It's true.

I found this this afternoon.

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 leave me alone.

With affection, Jo.

If I could bring her back for you, I'd do it. But I can't.

I don't know what I've got anymore. You've got you.

Which is more than I've got.

It's my baby.

I know.

That's why I've come to say goodbye.

Where are you going?

Away.

Franklin hates me.

He'll never get Joseph back while I'm around.

I don't want you to go.

It's different now.

There was always three of us. You, me and Joe. That was something we could

out.

But now there's four.

I don't want you to go. I have to. Please. Don't you understand?

I'm going because I'm in love with you.

Kiss me?

Wait.

I have the news.

Obviously, you're celebrating.

You better have this.

It's me, Willie.

I'm the father, not Piers.

Joe wrote it all down.

Holy mother of God.

I'm related to Franklin by blood. Get your head round that if you can.

And I'd work so hard to make the bastard ate me.

There you have.

Willie.

I don't think I'm ready for all this.

I got so used to the fact that nothing meant anything, now everything means

something.

What kind of mood is Franklin in?

Willie. I'm trying to remember if he's ever been crazier.

Shit. It's like the last days of the bunker here.

You can hear the tanks rumbling down the street, but our leader's still doing

the artwork for a new stadium.

Dex, Piers once asked me if I would get in the car and drive away with him and

the baby.

I wouldn't do it for him.

But I'll do it for you.

You're a saint.

I'm an idiot.

But I think it's your only chance.

I can't scam my way out of this one, will you? No way.

You can.

I don't want to.

Good.

Only the brave.

I've had a letter.

I think you should read it.

Clothes?

Sell if we can.

We're finished at Winterley.

We're not a birthright for Franklin's heir anymore.

We're just a rival casino.

An obstacle.

Why didn't you come forward?

What is the point of having Ward Harrow held for nothing?

The letter only turned up an hour ago.

What letter?

You can be free of this responsibility.

I don't want to be free of it.

Have I passed the little test?

You have no chance whatsoever of taking the child from me, by law.

You're an ex -convict who has signally failed to rectify your criminality.

On the contrary, since your release, you have done nothing but compound it.

Oh, stop me if I'm going too far for you, Derek.

Go on. You spat on my trust.

My daughter longed only to be free of you.

Why the hell should I lift a finger to help you?

Why?

I don't know why.

A year ago, Derek.

Almost to the day.

I offered you the world.

I invited you to be my heir.

To travel with me on a long, rich journey. Do you remember?

I remember.

But you were too proud, Derek.

Too vain.

umbilically connected to your conscience.

You walked away from me.

I'll make that offer one last time.

I'm a lonely man.

Leave into the work here.

See your son every day.

Live here with me.

Keep my mind alive.

Blood, darling.

We're bonded now by blood.

When are you going to stop running away from what is rightfully yours?

No.

I need time.

I need a day, Tom.

Very well.

I also need a favor now.

You wish me to grant Vinterlee a stay of execution?

Tomorrow, you'll come to tell me your decision.

And I will then tell you mine.

What time is it?

Late. Almost too late.

It takes me so long to work out what I'm feeling.

It's my face.

I can't stay.

I love you, but I can't.

Who asked you to stay?

I've got Kazim limbering up next door.

I've got just a few hours to think something through very carefully.

Two things at once?

Not possible.

I'm serious.

I know.

Kiss me.

Give me something to dream about.

Then go.

Nothing. You've gone away from me.

I'm sorry.

Can I help?

Yeah, very much so, Lisa.

I just need...

It's okay, really.

Go.

I don't want to lose the moment.

The moment hasn't happened yet.

Whatever I do, Anna, it's not going to get in the way of you and me.

I won't let it.

Joseph, Franklin, Winterly, Joe, nothing.

Unless you're still in love with Roman.

There are no ghosts, Derek.

Forget Roman.

I have.

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