All language subtitles for Love Hurts s03e08 Drawing The Line

Man born of woman has but still time to
live.

Like a flower, he blossoms and then
withers.

Like a shadow, he flees and never stays.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

To whom can we turn for help? Sorry I'm
late.

I didn't know you were coming down.

I thought I was coming.

It's better here.

Still it is, right? All right.

You decided what you're going to do. Are
you lacking?

Not really. Just know I've got to do
something.

People can't spend all their lives
running away.

You should tell Tessa that.

Oh, by the way, Bob sends his regards.

You know, from Seed. Really?

I thought my name was Medda.

Dad, I didn't contact him to ask him to
take me back, did you? No, I didn't. And

he didn't phone me.

Mum would have loved it. The proper send
-off.

Well, it's real, all right.

5 ,000 metric tons of quality coal feed
traffic.

Going for less than half the market
price.

Why?

Government of Zandali's in trouble.

They need hard currency. They need it
fast.

That's difficult, I know.

Right.

Well, why am I here on my own, then?

Should be a queue of buyers at this
point.

Well, not many people cash rich right
now.

Plus, buying from the Zandali regime is
a bit of a no -no just now, right?

Let's just say it's an opportunity for a
buyer more interested in deals than

politics.

Delicately put.

Desmond Mantankube.

He's handling the deal for the Zindali
government.

He's the trade minister's nephew.

Do you want to meet him?

Not today.

Let him sweat it out.

Desmond Mantankube, how are you?

Good to see you.

Come on. Tether!

Stop crying, don't worry.

Ma?

Hi, darling.

Hi, Alice. Yeah, it's your daddy. Oh,
yes.

Look, it's your daddy.

She recognises me.

Of course she does. It's only been a
week.

Besides, every night before she went to
bed, I used to show her your photo and

say, this man is your daddy, you poor
thing.

I've missed her so much.

Missed you too.

You.

Oh, do you mind if I put my things in
here?

Do you want me to sleep in the spare
room?

Look, that wasn't exactly what I had in
mind.

What, you sleep in the spare room?
Tessa.

Sorry.

Look, you're home. I'm happy.

But what the hell is going on? What
about Israel? I mean, what about Sam,

suntan, soulful lover?

Is that all over or what? We weren't
lovers.

You bloody well slept with him. I don't
want to talk about this anymore.

Well, that's tough, isn't it? Because it
did happen.

It's not all dead and buried like Grace
Tapler.

What?

Sorry. Sorry, I shouldn't have said
that.

No, no, I'm sorry. When was the funeral?

Yesterday.

Poor Max.

If Sam wasn't your lover, what was he
then?

He was a friend.

A good friend.

You just happened to sleep with him.
What happened? The light fused and you

found yourself in bed together by
accident?

Maybe.

I realised I didn't love him.

Well, how dreadfully disappointing for
you both.

I thought I did because he loved me.
It's very tempting to love someone who

loves you.

You're making a terrible mistake.

What about me, then? Us? This marriage?

I came back, didn't I?

When I asked you to come back with me
last week... Ask?

You didn't ask.

You simply announced that your business
was completed.

Time to pack.

I'm surprised you didn't tie luggage
labels on me. I was trying to save this

marriage. He was trying to set up a
refuge.

Which I had paid for.

From the money that you stole from David
Benari.

Yeah, well... Israel's another country.

And the Geography Prize goes to Frank
Carver.

Look, we both did things in Israel which
we shouldn't have done.

But we're home now.

Why don't we just try and pick up where
we left off, huh?

I don't... think so, Frank, because
where we left off was you sounding like

old -fashioned Papa Familius and
virtually telling me I was your shuttle.

I don't remember it like that.

That's what it felt like.

What the hell did you come back for?

I suppose I still want to be with you.

I want this marriage to work.

Oh, I'm glad you're back.

You could always go

back to university.

I'm not sure I can handle living with a
mob of teenagers.

A job, then.

Three billion unemployed out there.

Not counting the ones the government has
fiddled off the register.

You have to believe that if you're good,
you can always get work.

Who says I'm good?

Anyway.

I feel quite happy about myself at the
moment. That's the most important thing,

isn't it? I suppose so.

I really hope you two get it back
together again.

Me too.

He's not that bad after all.

Just dangerous to know.

Hi, Bob.

Frank Carver.

Yeah, I've just been listening to it.

I saw the copy. It's good stuff.

Is she all right?

Yeah, of course.

It won't be a sec.

I can't believe I've got her back.

About so many things.

When we first met, I had my
independence, my job, my own money,

worked for me.

Well, things change, don't they? And
that's life.

If nothing changed, you'd be dead.

Anyway, nobody's saying that you can't
have your own job if you want one.

Thanks for your permission.

What did I say?

Hey, hey, hey, I thought you said sex
didn't solve anything.

Hang on.

Let's do it anyway.

Come on.

Down we go.

Good girl.

Where's Tessa?

Still in bed.

Dad, how come you're in touch with Theed
really?

Oh, no big deal.

Just Bob and I exchanging a bit of
information, that's all.

You're not involving him in one of your
deals?

No. Of course not.

No.

I'm just checking out trading conditions
in a part of Africa that Cedar involved

in, that's all.

And he really isn't angry with me?

No.

It's just that I was thinking of maybe
calling in, you know, eating lots of

humble pie and apologising for running
out on my volunteer project. That's a

good idea.

Unfinished business always leaves a bad
taste in the mouth. Come on, then.

Let's go and bounce on Mummy till she
wakes up.

Thought we might go to the park and
bombard the ducks with stale bread. Do

fancy coming?

I was going to... No, I'd love to.

Thanks for getting her up.

Can't remember the last time I had a lie
-in.

It's all right.

Quite enjoyed it.

Do you know, I think I might have caught
her first proper smile.

Could have been wind.

You don't think I'll find a job, do you?
Huh?

You think the problem's never really
going to arise?

What problem?

You're not right.

I'd just like to stay at home like a
housewife, or my rich husband keeps me.

Who said anything about being a
housewife?

Get yourself a cleaner, a gardener, a
cook if you want. I don't want all that.

It was because I wasn't working, because
I felt I'd lost my independence, that

things started to go wrong.

And if I can accept the way you earn
your living... So I'm not a complete

after all. I didn't say that.

Well, I'm not a complete pirate.

The point is, you are you, thoughts and
all, and I accept that.

Like you should accept my need to work.

Come over, Tess.

This isn't about work.

We can handle that.

This is about us.

Hi, Laverne. It's me.

Yes, I'm back.

Yesterday.

I'm fine.

Well, okay. Look, look, I've been trying
to get hold of Malcolm and some robotic

secretary said he wasn't available.

He'd been what?

All right, mate.

Thought I'd come and see how you're
getting on.

God, I mean, I can smell how you're
getting on. Mate's day off, is it?

And then it hit me.

Fifty -odd years old, never been
married, never even got close.

No kiddies, no prospect.

Lived all my life with me mum.

I mean, pathetic or what?

Go on, mate.

The way Grace looked after you, only a
mug would have left home.

Oh, thanks for that, mate.

But where does that leave me?

What now, Frank?

What's the point?

Ah, well, that's what we all want to
know, mate, isn't it?

Meaning of life.

There we go.

She's so alert.

I know.

She watches everything.

They're like computers, little babies.

They don't say anything, but it's all
going in.

They're programming them for it.

Then one day, speech, wouldn't,
questions, I can't wait.

Oh, Marshall fired him, just like that.

Well, the gossip ran the photocopiery.

Baumblatt offered him your job. Malcolm
said, no, thank you. Baumblatt said that

answer could jeopardize a wonderful
career. And Malcolm said, wait, let me

this right.

In that case, you can accept my
resignation and shove it up your vast

next to where you keep your ego. He
didn't.

No, it sounds about right. Only Malcolm
would say backside instead of ask.

I think Baumblatt was a bit put out. He
didn't really want to lose Malcolm at

all. I've been right.

And Malcolm's happy in his new life.

God. Any happier, and I can expect you
on a date with me.

Do you want to come back to work?

Doing what?

Well, I've got a nice little deal coming
together.

Don't think so, Frank.

I don't fancy one of your deals right
now.

Sounds just like Tepper.

Eh?

Well, nowadays she treats me as a cross
between Attila Lann and Robert Maxwell.

I'm a businessman.

It's what makes the world go round,
isn't it?

Well, maybe you just play too rough for
it. You get carried away.

You have to win at any cost.

You don't let yourself see the other
bloke's point of view.

Box.

Which proves my point.

Look, what's the alternative?

Become a good loser? No way. Being a
good loser is what's put this country in

the sorry state it's in.

Well, isn't it? Well, don't ask me,
mate. What do I know about anything?

No, I'm still not in the mood.

Cobblings. Sort out for the soul.

Hey, you're for bin bags.

Some other time, Frank.

I can't handle it yet.

Shelley!

Maxie! I thought you were in Israel. I
came over to see my mother and I thought

I'd look you up.

Special delivery for Mr. Tackler.

For me?

No one ever got me flowers before.

Sign here.

See you later, Maxie.

Oh, sorry.

I haven't done too much since Mum died.

I didn't come to see the flat, Maxie.

I came to answer your prayers.

What prayers?

The ones that are so deep down you
didn't even know you had them.

And they're all autographed by the
artist? How did you manage that?

Oh, it was easy. You see, I always used
to sleep with the roadies.

Really? Yes.

Happy days.

Fine.

Well, £300? Oh, lovely.

Hiya! How are you?

Malcolm, it's Tessa.

Hiya!

It's been terrible.

I haven't been able to talk to anyone
about it.

Not even Frank. I know.

You can't stand being with people.

You can't stand being on your own. You
don't want to go to bed at night. You

certainly don't want to wake up.

I've been there, Maxie.

When Steve passed away, you... You lose
just one person.

Your whole world falls to pieces.

You really do know?

But you can build your world up again,
you know.

I've always been good at jigsaws.

Here's to the inaugural meeting of the
Boundblood Escape Committee.

And there was I, thinking you'd quit out
of loyalty to me. I mean, you're a

crypto dropout all the time.

You should have known you were a secret
hippie.

Always playing Pink Floyd cassettes in
your company, BMW.

Maybe dropping out would suit you too,
Tess.

I don't think so. What I need is to drop
right back in.

I'm trying all my contacts, of course,
but I was wondering... If I know who

needs people right now.

I'll make a couple of phone calls.

I still know one or two recruiters who
don't think I should be certified.

Thanks, Malcolm.

You know, there's something different
about you.

I don't just mean the 1950s casual
shekel, either. What is it?

Andrea says I smile a lot more.

No, it's more than that. Andrea, too.

Something I can't quite put my finger
on.

Oh, that's probably the insufferable air
of smugness that comes with pregnancy.

You had it, too.

You're pregnant?

Collectively, yes.

But you didn't want to. We had a little
accident, and then we decided it was

meant to be.

Oh, Malcolm, that's wonderful.

We hope so.

We're only a couple of months gone.

I get the impression it hasn't been
roses all the way for you.

That's not Alice's fault, though.

Frank's.

Well... Well, it could be yours.

Here we go.

Hmm, yeah.

You okay?

Think so.

You need changing.

My pleasure.

It's a smelly one.

Such is life.

Frank, are you just being nice?

Or are you making a special effort to be
nice?

Does it matter?

I'm not sure.

Oh, here we are.

One baby, well and truly, tired out,
ready for bed.

What are you all dressed up for?

I thought you might like to take me out
for dinner.

Dinner?

Home?

It would be nice. You don't have to.
It's not compulsory. I'll look after

No problem.

Thanks.

Yeah, well, dinner, lovely.

There you go.

Looking at you, kid.

Look at him.

What's wrong? No, it's okay. I like
warm, sweet wine.

Sorry.

They do a good beer here. Shall I? Don't
worry.

So, this is your local.

Yeah. Not bad, eh?

Compared to what?

Oh, don't be like that.

I mean, it's got everything.

No jukebox, no noisy slot machines, no
hooray Henrys.

No, honestly, it's a regular home from
home. And your flat's a regular pub from

pub.

What do you intend doing with it then,
Max, the flat?

What? Well, live in it, I suppose. I
mean, where else?

I mean, might you, for example, ever
consider hoovering?

Lovely. How's yours?

Wonderful.

Yes.

Oh, God.

Wine. Nice drop of wine.

The weather's not been too bad, really,
for the time of year.

What?

Honestly, we've been fencing around like
we're Cora and Albert on the first

date.

Yeah, well... I thought you might fancy
a break from soul -searching for one

night.

I want a longer break from that.

Really?

Maybe I overreacted in Israel.

Hold the front page.

I know the wine deal was for us, for
Alison and the famous Carver family.

Maybe I gave you too hard a time over
it.

Yeah, well, I suppose having a kid has a
strange effect on some people.

You're not going to say all this is the
fault of my hormones?

No.

It had a strange effect on me, too.

I mean, to a total bastard.

I saw a way of making it secure.

There wasn't anything I wouldn't have
done. I mean, I would have run over a

with a steamroller if she'd have gone in
my way.

Look, Tess.

All I want now is to get this thing
right.

I mean, we should be happy.

We've got a beautiful home, a lovely
baby, we're healthy, wealthy.

Unfortunately, not wise.

Maybe we're learning.

Maybe I'm learning.

I tell you this.

There was one thing I learned when we
were apart.

I still love you more than I've loved
anyone.

You know what I learned when we were
apart?

What?

The Hebrew word for bullshit.

Yes. Sorry.

I love you too.

Really?

Get the bill and I'll prove it.

You know that sex isn't the same as
love, don't you?

Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

I've got a lovely bottle of brandy
upstairs.

Don't drink too much of it.

But I thought... I know.

Listen, tomorrow we'll get the flat
really clean, OK?

Remember our first morning together?

You mean our first morning after the
night before?

That's right.

As I recall, I had a cup of coffee and
dashed off to the office.

And you left my flat with no breakfast
and a bemused expression.

Maybe I'm thinking of the second
morning.

You put that over there, Max. Yeah,
right.

You can certainly see she was a
character.

Oh, not half.

Went right through the blitz.

Wouldn't hear of evacuation.

Wouldn't send me away, neither.

A boy's place is with his mum, she told
me afterwards.

Yeah, maybe that's why I stayed for 53
years.

Did you know there was another picture
in the spray?

Mum always swore she'd never have a
picture of Dad in the house.

Looks like she never really gave up on
him, Maxie.

No.

Hi. Where are they? We're talking to you
next week.

Great. How is everyone? Fine.

Except, uh... Except what?

Bob's grown a beard.

No. He looked like a prophet.

Well, kind of.

Daddy's here for you after.

Oh, great.

Do you have some background stuff on
West Africa?

There's an export market.

Good. Hey.

Mm -hmm?

Do you ever regret leaving sea?

Sometimes.

It was hell, but at least we knew why we
were there. I know.

How do I look?

Great. Where are you going?

Job interview.

Bye. See you.

Hi, Bob.

Yes. Frank Carver.

Yes.

I've got the package.

So, all systems go, eh?

No need to thank me. I'll be getting a
good commission.

What's with all the handbags, Maxie? Are
these for Oxfam as well?

Mum's violin system.

Unpaid bills, mock crock.

Paid bills, brown calf.

Letters, the black one.

All very organised.

You can't give these away without a sort
-out.

Can't you?

I'm not sure I can... Do it together.

It's for Mum.

Silly cow.

She says she's never touched her
pension.

She was keeping it all for me, for when
I settled down.

And there are insurances in the white
bag.

She never had to wake Mr Rupp together.

She never used to go on holiday.

Said it was a waste of money.

Why didn't she go on holiday, Shell?

I was responsible for all corporate PR,
press relations, coordinated new project

launches, and my experience for the last
few years has been entirely at main

board level.

So you're working on behalf of the
government, eh? Mm -hmm. And the coffee

growers. Oh?

Well, you see, the growers have
voluntarily formed themselves into a

and given the government the right to
control the marketing of their coffee.

Thank you.

Well, the people trust the government to
do what is best for them.

Yeah, of course they do.

Just like us in Britain, eh, Marcus?

Then I spent a few months in Israel
setting up an aid project and enjoying

baby. But now I feel ready to return to
full -time work, re -energised. Of

course, I wouldn't expect to start at
quite the salary I was receiving at

Baumgarten.

And your uncle is the trade minister,
right?

Happens to be the case, yes.

What's the price again, remind me?

2 .5 million.

It's in the light of the world price
right now. Could be considered a steal.

Tell me, these trusting growers of
yours, do they know you're trying to

their crop for a quick fix of hard
currency?

If the greed of Western banks forces
poor countries to destitute themselves

service their foreign debt, then not
really our problem, Frank.

No.

No, I suppose not.

All right, I'll sleep on it.

Mr Carver.

You're not the only potential customer
for this assignment.

I'll take that down.

And my experience for the last few years
was entirely at main board level.

Of course, I wouldn't expect to start at
quite the salary I was receiving at

Bound Blast.

I appreciate, as a returning mother, I
would be expected to approve my ability

to give my all.

This is lovely.

The meat's so tender.

Must be from the extra hour of cooking
it took.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry.

I've forgotten how long it takes to get
to the Chiswick flyover.

How were the job interviews today?

I don't know.

So dispiriting.

You have to go through such a crap to
get a job.

Pretend to be someone you're not.
Pretend that more than anything in your

you want... No, you dream about becoming
regional marketing manager of a company

that makes dog toilets.

Sounds very ecologically right on to me.
I know, that was the best of the bunch.

Well, maybe you're not cut out for
employment.

Please, Frank, not that again.

No, I mean, maybe you should be self
-employed. You know, your own boss.

Yes, of course.

Brilliant.

And I know what I should do.

Why don't I become a childminder? I
could look after Alice, take in three or

four other children. I could make, what,
oh, five pounds an hour easy.

Who said anything about childminding?

Anyway, I thought work was a matter of
fulfilment for you, not money.

It is, only, you know.

What sort of self -employment did you
have in mind?

Well...

Maybe we could do something of our own.

You know, I've got more than enough
money. Maybe we could do something

a charitable trust or something.

I could fund it, you could run it.

Frank, you can't be serious.

Marshall was bad enough, but at least
that was one egomaniac I didn't have to

bring home from work.

That's very nice.

Thanks a lot.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be hurtful. Only
you know.

No.

I'm not sure that I do, actually.

Finny?

your feelings. I was just startled.

I mean, where would the money come from
to run this trust?

I know you've got a few million now.
We've got. But how far would it go?

Well, naturally we have to top up our
funds from time to time.

Making money with money is not that
difficult when you know how.

Now, I'm sorry, it could just lead to
all kinds of... How could I run it,

knowing our income was coming from all
kinds of shady deals?

I have done hundreds of straight deals.
Rip off one wine grower, everybody calls

you a crook.

Listen, I've got a deal going right now.
If it comes off... I don't think I want

to know the details, Frank.

So the bottom line is you still don't
trust me?

I didn't say that.

All right, all right.

Tell me about it.

I'm not sure I want to now. Frank, don't
tell, please.

I'll tell you about it when it's
finalised.

Frank, I do trust you.

At least I want to trust you.

Not quite the same thing, though, is it?

Night, Gav.

I must have driven past this place a
thousand times.

Never thought to come in.

Well, it's full of opportunities, Max.

Well, we hardly ever are.

Now there's an artist who obviously
completely understood the female form. I

mean, just look at the way he glories in
the sensuality of all that flesh.

She looks a bit beefy for my money.

Beefy, Matt?

For lots of us.

Whatever you say, Cheryl.

You said 2 .5.

No, I didn't. You said 2 .5.

I said that's down in the cheek.

1 .8.

By his market.

Oh, come on.

What you're offering is theft, Mr.
Carver.

Now, I'll leave theft to you experts.

Look, you can hold out if you like.

Hope that I'm bluffing and the rebels
don't win.

But my information is that your
government's had it.

That way, your uncle and you won't get a
bean.

Well, you can accept my offer.

I'll have an international banker's
draft drawn up right away.

Your choice.

No, I'm sorry. Jay's not available at
the moment. Who is... Bob, how are you?

I hear you've grown a beard.

No, I'll get it to call you back if you
want. Is it for me?

Seed? It's the Prophet.

Bob, hello.

Really? That's wonderful.

Of course I do.

Two years? That's fine.

You know,

I offered to go back to Africa to finish
off my year.

Instead, they're going to send me to
Bangladesh for two.

That's great, Jade. Well done.

You don't think Dad will mind, do you?

No, he just wants you to be happy.

He wants everyone to be happy.

Bob, sorry, I'm still here.

Sure. Yes, of course you can.

Tessie wants a word with you.

Hi,

it's me.

No, I didn't know Frank was interested
in Zendali.

All right.

All right, I'll tell him.

OK, bye.

Just thought I'd drop by, mate, see how
you're shaping up.

Pretty good, I'd say.

Yeah, well, Shelley's taken me in hand.

Oh? Not like that.

We're friends, that's all.

Platonic. It's all right, she's special.

I'm taking her out to dinner.

Her and her mum, worst luck.

Meeting mum, no nookie.

I'd say you're getting the worst of both
worlds, Max.

Look, Frank, what do you actually want?

Well, other than seeing how you are,
I've got a little job for you.

Got some coffee needs moving.

It's all right.

You'll be employed in a supervisory
capacity. There'll be no humping for

Just as well in your case, isn't it?

Ah, bloody ah.

No thanks.

Max, look, you've had a lot of outgoings
lately.

I mean, ten quid an hour, cash in hand,
you could do that, couldn't you? A lot

of outgoings and a lot of incomings.

Max, don't flash that around. Jim, where
did that come from?

Seems Mum never touched her war widow's
pension.

And their insurance policies.

She could have spent it. Should have
spent it on herself.

But she didn't.

So, there you go. I'm rich.

Sorry, Frank. You'll have to get someone
else to supervise your coffee.

Are you allergic to exercise?

I am.

Well,

I've got to get fit.

I'm going to Bangladesh.

Now? Next week with Steve to do the
paperwork.

You're doing paperwork? God help them.

You don't mind, do you?

No, of course I don't. That's what you
want to do?

Bangladesh.

You're tough.

Jade feels you have to rectify that part
of her life before she can go on.

Yeah?

Interesting concept, don't you think?

But then, didn't some philosopher or
other say, if you can't learn by your

mistakes, you'll be doomed to repeat
them?

If you say so.

So what are you doing getting involved
in Zandali?

Zandali?

Impoverished African country, corrupt
government.

You've been speaking to Bob at seed.

Right. What did he tell you? Not much.

He climbed up when he realized I had no
idea what you're up to.

What are you up to?

Tell me, it's nothing to do with this
deal you promised to cut me in on.

Well, I don't think I can tell you that,
Tess, because it wouldn't exactly be

true.

When you're dealing with a regime that
rips off its people and lets them die,

you've been bleeding that poor country
white.

Odd choice of words.

Sorry.

Look, the Vandali regime are desperately
short of hard currency.

So they've been trying to unload a huge
consignment of coffee.

Ripped off from the growers?

Yeah, probably.

It was too good to turn down, Tessa.
There's over $4 million worth of clear

profit to be made.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

And I suppose out of that $4 million,
you're going to throw me a few thousand

towards our little Carver Charitable
Trust, is that it?

I've got to give you credit.

You think big.

Most men give their wives little wool
shops to keep them amused, but not you,

not Frank Carver.

You really believe that? What else can I
think? I know you.

Do you?

Okay, okay.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe I'm overreacting.

Tell me what you're really up to. Maybe
there's a good reason.

No.

What? You can't tell me or you won't? I
can tell you, but I'm not going to. I

want you to believe in me, Tess. What
I'm doing is right. How can I?

The last big deal you did was David
Bernard's wine cellar.

Good evening. I wonder if I could...
Miss Piggott, isn't it?

You're involved with Mr Carver?

I'm his wife.

Really?

How very pragmatic of you.

Desmond Mutton could be doing here?

Selling life insurance?

He was just passing.

Vandali's former fixer and spiv.

What are you playing at? I said my
office tomorrow morning.

Look, I regret having to disturb you at
home, but matters are moving rather

rapidly in Vandali.

And I was wondering if, by any chance,
you had already collected the banker's

draft. Hang on.

I need you to witness his contract.

You must be bloody joking.

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me. I wonder if you mind
witnessing a couple of signatures.

Thank you.

This way.

Thank you.

I've made the check out to the Zandali
Ministry of Trade.

I hope your uncle's still in charge by
the time he gets to the bank.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Mr Carver.

Done your deal?

Yes.

And there's not much else to say then,
is there?

If you say so.

Yes. What? I mean, why did you? Because
the Zandali regime was dumping $6

million worth of coffee onto the market
at less than half price. Only an idiot

would turn a thing like that down.

And you're no idiot.

That's right.

So you bought the coffee.

Yes, I bought the coffee.

Look, it wasn't my idea. I don't care
whose idea it was.

Suit yourself.

Do you know what your father's up to
with Bob Pierce?

Not really.

I think Bob was trying to get Dad to do
some deal on behalf of the Zandali

Popular Front, you know, the rebels.

Why?

Sorry, no, it doesn't matter.

Bob Pierce, please.

Just a picket.

Why didn't you tell me you bought the
coffee for the rebels?

Yeah, well, I was trying to, as I
remember.

Anyway, it wasn't my idea. It was Bob
Pierce's.

He'd heard that Matt and Kuby was
holding a closing down sale, and he

if there was any way I could buy the
coffee on behalf of the new regime, hold

it, sell it on their behalf later.

I said it was a bit risky. I was using
my own money.

You don't have to be.

I'll be getting a nice commission.

You know me.

Frank.

Frank.

Frank,

talk to me.

Where are you going?

I'm going to the spare room.

I'm clean.

love hurts you just the same