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You missed a secondary alarm system.

I knew you weren't paying attention. This is not the time or the place. We

need to get down.

How high do you reckon we are?

Oh, can't look.

Scared of heights.

I'm sorry.

What?

It's like the Waldorf Astoria all over again, isn't it?

Here's to the Waldorf.

Thanks.

Maurice,

I was just admiring Barbara's bracelet.

Peter was wondering where you bought it.

Where I bought it? My late wife collected Aubrey jewellery for years.

This particular piece is rather rare. Is that right? In fact, they've become so

sought after that an example of this very design was stolen from Geneva safe

deposit some years ago. How interesting.

It was somewhere in Paris.

Remember, you told that funny story about the little man with the cigarette?

He offered you double what you paid for it.

Remember?

Yes, yes, yeah, of course I do. It was a shop in the Rue Royale.

It was almost 20 years ago, though I'm sure it's long gone now.

Yes, I'm sure it is.

But if you ever become bored with it, do let me know. I'd be delighted to add it

to Laura's collection.

Of course.

But I could never part with it. A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

Its loveliness increases and will never pass into nothingness.

Keats.

I wasn't. I was, er... I was just, erm... polishing it, you know.

Bloody hell.

Damn it.

Sid Woolsey.

Look at you.

What's it been?

30 years? At least.

You look great.

How are you?

Oh, I'm not that happy with you, if that's what you mean.

Really?

Why? I thought we had an agreement.

If neither of us was married in 25 years' time, we were going to meet at

the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Remember? Oh, Vic.

Three days I waited.

I assumed you were married, but now I see that you're not.

I had the ticket and everything.

There was a baggage strike and the taxi broke down on the way to the airport.

The whole thing was just a total... It's OK, it's OK.

I'm joking, it's a joke.

Oh.

All right.

Did you really?

No.

No, I'm just... You just caught me completely unawares and I was just...

I never forgot you.

Same here.

I suppose you never really forget the first time lightning strikes.

And that was some lightning.

It certainly was.

Sid? We're ready.

Sidney?

Janet? I don't remember her name, Janet.

No, well, you've never met her before, but I told you about her. Really?

Yes. Many, many times. We were engaged.

Oh, right.

Well, that's not exactly a short list, that one. Who is it, Sid?

Go on, then.

Janet Rigby.

Remind me again.

Soon as I saw her, all the old feelings came flooding back.

30 years later and me heart's still pounding.

That's so romantic.

You don't like her, do you? I never said that.

You did that thing with your eyebrows, that.

Roger Moore.

You've never liked any of my girlfriends.

It is true, Morris.

It is not true.

Besides, she's not your girlfriend. She's your long-distance ex.

That is up for debate at the moment.

She gave him her number, didn't she, Sid?

The evening.

Lovely. A bit OTT, obviously. That's Malcolm.

I think Peter's rather charming. Of course you do. He was chatting you up

all evening.

Well, if he was, he wasn't doing a very good job of it.

We were talking about his dead wife.

Oh, me. The old dead wife routine.

It wasn't that long ago he lost her.

He doted on her, apparently.

And I suspect he didn't try to fob her off with stolen jewelry.

Maurice, this is the one piece you swore. Barbara?

Who gave you this bracelet the day that Grace was born?

And? What?

Did you pay for it or not?

Yes, I paid for it.

I've got the papers.

Good.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm obviously going skiing, aren't I?

Do you want me to give you a lift, or is Sheila picking you up? Actually, I'm not

playing with Sheila. I'm playing with Kuta.

And his friends.

They're down one for a game of four.

You mentioned it last night.

Oh, well, it's lucky I didn't go for a walk down by the estuary, isn't it? I

wouldn't have known where you'd gone, would I? I am the wife of Maurice Riley.

If I was trying to sneak out of here, I'd make a better job of it than this,

believe me.

I remember I quite enjoyed golf.

Played a round or two, didn't we? Morris, you came once, got as far as the

fourth tee, by which time you had snapped three clubs in a fit of fury

before declaring, rather loudly, that golf was a game for people who hated

sport, run by neo-Nazis obsessed with etiquette, who obviously had some sort

of deep-seated polyester fetish, if the on-course fashion was anything to go by.

Did I?

Oh, morning, Barbara. Um, Maurice, quick word. Next door, when you're ready.

Sorry, I keep leaving the latch on.

Oh, that'll be Peter. He's picking me up.

Couldn't have put it better myself.

Men like that.

Think they're entitled to whatever they want.

Yeah. Thing is...

They usually get it at all.

Oh, beautiful set of wheels, that.

Bentley Continental S3.

Bony, fiery chick trawlers they are. What did you want anyway?

Sticking around my door like some demented cuckoo. Will you stop doing

that? Yeah, what do you reckon?

Blue shirt, grey slacks, sets off me eyes?

Or should I go for you more sort of...

Casual linen chino with cheesecloth shirt.

What are you on about?

Janet.

I'm taking her out for a drive this afternoon.

You haven't got a car?

Yeah, well, that was something else I was going to ask you about.

Right.

What's to the hoogie, Morris?

What's he doing here?

He's, er, keeping on the sofa bed just until his unemployment kicks in.

Dad, he haven't got any change off you. Hang on. I'll just see.

It's a bit early to start drinking, isn't it?

He's driven me to it.

Look at this place.

He's tied it all up for some reason. Can't kick back in this, man.

Yeah. Here's your fiver.

Fiver, that's it.

Watch out, liver. Here I come.

By the way, er... Just so you know... I haven't told him everything.

What do you mean?

About me and Janet.

That we were engaged.

And I've... bumped into her again. I don't want him worrying.

Why would he? Well, if she moves in, can I still keep on the couch, that kind of

thing? Because it is an issue.

It's a one bedroom flat.

She'd need more privacy.

Have you been hitting the honey nut loose?

You're right.

See how it goes.

Don't rush things.

Enjoy the drive, and tell him tonight.

And anyway, I don't want to just drop a bombshell on him, do I?

Sid, are you sure you're doing the right thing?

What do you mean? You and Janet.

It was a long time ago, and you were both a lot less set in your ways.

It didn't exactly work out then, did it?

You're never too old to fall in love.

And anyway, with age comes wisdom.

That can only help our relationship.

You see...

We've left the trivial superficialities that would a younger people far behind.

So, um... What do you think?

Do the checks and this jacket make me look chunky?

Thanks for asking me along.

That was great fun.

I'm just pleased you could make it.

I don't often meet someone who loves both golf and the romantic poet.

Actually, would you mind popping in for a moment?

Something I'd like to show you. Something I think you'll love.

It won't take long. I promise you.

Wow, look at this place.

Butcher, it's been in the family for centuries.

Although I have been adding to it rather selectively.

Keats.

Second volume of poetry.

First edition.

Printed July 1820.

May I?

Please. Feel free.

It's a signed copy.

Gifted simply to Fanny. Fanny Braun.

His lover.

Although he also had a sister called Fanny, so we can't be certain.

It's incredible.

Isn't it?

Who'd have thought it?

Me and Janet Rigby.

At least I assume that's still your surname.

Well, to be honest, Sid, I've had lots of surnames. Three at the last count,

but, yeah, just recently I've gone back to Rigby.

Sounds like we've both been through the wringer since the old days.

I wouldn't say that again.

I wouldn't mind, but...

Some women get divorced three times and wind up millionaires.

I've wound up over a shop in Bidmouth.

You broke my heart, you know.

All those years ago.

I think I broke my own while I was at it.

It was all so intense and we were so young.

I just got scared.

How about now?

Now I couldn't be happier

Morris

Morris Morris wake up wake up. It's gone

The bracelet, the Albury bracelet, it's gone.

Why did you leave it there in the first place?

If I'd known we were going to be burgled, I'd have put it away properly,

wouldn't I? What are you doing? Calling the police.

No, no, you are not. Morris, this is not the time.

For once, you'll have to drop your prejudice. It's not that. I want that

bracelet back. It means too much to me. I understand.

But describing it to the police might not be the best idea. You did steal it.

All these years, you've been lying to me.

No.

Not exactly.

I always said that I paid for it. I just never said that I didn't steal it. How

can you pay for something and steal it? Look, every job costs money to mount.

This one we lifted from a safety deposit box in a Swiss bank. This is the one

that Peter was talking about. Jobs like that don't come cheap. You're

unbelievable. There's equipment, there's accommodation, and then there's

everyone's cut. Because I didn't want to fence it, I had to pay them all out of

our savings. If it was so expensive, why didn't you go out and buy me one? It's

still cheaper than buying in a shop, obviously.

You said you bought it in Paris, in a store off the Rue Royale.

And what about the little man with the cigarette? Did you make him up, too?

No, no, of course not. No, no, that's René the Rat, currently serving six to

nine in La Sante. And quite right, too, because he's a double-crossing little

spit. Is nothing sacred to you? It was for Grace.

And you bought me something stolen.

Yes, I did.

I gave it to you because it was the most beautiful, heartbreaking thing I'd seen

in a long time.

And I gave it because you had just given me...

The most beautiful, heartbreaking thing I'd ever seen.

You dealt me an absolute, Barbara.

I couldn't return anything less.

And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the truth about how I did it.

You're right.

I should have.

It's still stolen.

I'll get it back.

Don't worry.

I know who did it.

Who?

Neither to me.

Really?

I'll get it back.

What do you mean, Sid is unavailable?

That's what he said.

He'd like to, but he's unavailable. This is how it starts, every time. OK.

We've got two unidentified sets of prints.

In your hallway and your living room.

We're gonna need comparison sets that we know are Rackham's.

Rackham?

Well, why would he take the bracelet?

He's not exactly short of a bob or two, is he? He's a collector.

Collectors will stop at nothing to get what they want.

It's like I said.

Prints. Clean lift.

Ideally from a flat, polished surface.

How about the worn-out dashboard of a Bentley S3?

Sorry to drag you away, Sidney.

Oh, all right.

Keys, what are the chances of that?

What? What are you doing?

I actually think it was in one of these that I first kissed Janet.

Well, if you don't hurry up, it'll be in one of these and I'll club you to death

with a gear stick. Come on!

We've got the prince. Let's get out of here!

Are you listening to me?

Imagine a face if I picked her up in this.

You're already in a yellow cart from earlier to...

It's him?

Mo, come on. Hey.

Not a word!

Not a word!

Don't!

Well, of course I didn't see him. We had an estrangement.

You should have seen him. He's on a slippery slope.

I'm sure he's fine.

You don't understand. Sid is both our driver and our memory man.

Might I?

I never said... falls in love, he loses focus, he falls apart.

You pretend you're dumb, but deep down, you've got a real care inside, haven't

you? The last time Sid fell in love, he drove us through a women's department

store during a high-speed getaway, trailing half a mile of ladies' frillies

up the old Kent Road, made us all a little conspicuous. Yeah, I see what

you're saying.

You're in the way again, Morris.

Anyway, I haven't even got a job on at the moment, so it doesn't really matter,

does it? Well, I suppose not.

And I've got to concentrate on Alan's do.

Do you think a man and a woman can ever be just friends?

No chance.

Anyway, are you gonna give his hand with this stuff or what?

Oh. Take that as a no, then.

Come to the window.

Madame, your carriage awaits.

So, I've told you all about my three marriages and all those surnames, but

what about you?

They? Did you ever find the one?

Yeah.

All times.

Three cleaned me out, the fourth one, well, she just disappeared.

What? Just like that?

I mean, no explanation, nothing?

We were in a department store and she vanished while I was in ladies'

underwear.

Not literally, I mean, that was the department I was in at the time.

That's harsh.

I let it down.

We were due to go on honeymoon three years late.

Maurice got pneumonia, so I cancelled it.

Well, I couldn't leave my best mate lying on his sickbed, could I?

Anyway, that was the last straw.

The next day we went into town and she obviously decided enough was enough.

Since then, it's just been me and Joe, Maurice, Barbara and Grace.

Fingerprint analysis coming through now, Moe.

No doubt, Moe.

Rackham was in your flat.

Okay, Nick, thank you.

He was there.

Definite match.

Part two, then.

He has the item. We get it back.

We do our tech recce now, locate any safes, alarms, and then tonight we do

the job.

How do you know he won't be in?

Because Babs has a golf competition this afternoon.

It's an away match.

And as captain, he should be there.

Should be?

You don't know for sure?

No, we don't.

Hello, love. We're here to fix your phone line.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it, is there?

Fittles from Munner? Yes.

As far as I know, the telephone line's fine.

I was using it earlier.

Right.

It says here an intermittent fault.

Oh, well.

If you say there's no problem.

We're not going to go looking for work, are we?

Thanks anyway.

No, wait.

Let me check it.

There is a fault.

There is a fault.

There is a fault.

There is a fault.

Just need to take a run around your extensions, check you're not faulting to

Earth anywhere.

Do you need me to show you where the alarm is? No, don't worry. You just get

on with what you're doing.

It's only too late.

Janet!

No!

No, you're not interrupting anything.

No, I was just, er, relaxing.

Yeah, you know, chilling.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Oh, lovely.

No, the weather, yes.

Yeah, it'll be all right as long as the rain keeps off, won't it? Yeah.

Headley!

Sid's lost the plot. You'd better go and check out the alarm system.

Yeah, no, I agree with you.

We should do that, yeah?

Definitely, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Don't want to put you under any pressure.

Yeah.

No, you're right.

Yeah.

What do you mean, you've got nothing to wear?

I don't mind.

Yeah, that'll be all right.

Oh, snooker.

No, I mean if I do that I might snooker myself, you never know.

Not as straightforward as we thought.

Come on, guys. Come on. This way. Come on. Out of here.

Oh, look. Another.

Yes, looks like it. Phone's back on.

And we've updated your broadband filters, so everything should be as good

as new. Oh, good. Well, thanks for coming over.

Yeah, no problem.

Mrs Perkins, we're ready for some sherry.

All right, Mr Rackham, I'll bring it through now.

Well, Maurice, what the hell exactly were you doing at Peter's? I was about

to ask you the exact same thing. You said you were at golf. I was. Peter had

a new bar in to show me. I had every reason to be there. As did I.

I was there trying to get your bracelet back.

What? I was recceing to see where he stashed it.

Where Peter had?

Peter Reckham? Yes.

You think he stole it? Yes.

Maurice! What?

He... He didn't do it. Of course he didn't. Young Nick has already brushed

for Prince.

He's been in the flat.

Barbara.

Barbara?

I know.

What?

I invited him up here for a coffee after he gave me a lift from golf.

You did what?

My... God, why didn't you say something? Why didn't you tell me he was round

here? I was worried that you might overreact.

In any case, it doesn't mean that he did it.

He would never do a thing like that. Really?

Of course not. Why?

Because. Because what? He was gagging for it at the party. He was not. He was

gagging for something.

Well, that's out in the open now. Good. Because you were doing a very...

indifferent job of keeping your jealousy under wraps.

We're friends, that's all. Oh, come on.

Oh, Morris, decide which.

He's either a Lothario or a thief. He's upper class. He'll be both.

You bigot.

Peter is a gentleman from a long line. Oh, there we go. A long... He's tricking

you. We're feudal. We don't fumble.

From a long line of gentlemen.

He would never dream of...

Either of the things you accuse him of.

If you were a little more refined, Morris, you would realise that what you

are guilty of here is nothing more than commoner garden jealousy.

Jealous? Me?

I'm not jealous. I know who I am.

I just can't bear him pulling the wool over your eyes.

Rackham is not a gentleman. He's a common thief, just like your husband.

What are you doing?

What does it look like, speaking to me like that?

Trashing my friends.

Don't, please, don't. Get off, it's too late.

Invading their homes.

We left Spain, we came home, had a nice life.

I got involved at the golf club, made new connections.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please.

There's no need for you to do... Hang on a minute, these are my clothes.

What are you doing?

Barbara, come on! Babs, please!

Look, we can talk about this for God's sake. Sit down, have a cup of tea and we

can talk about it. Please, come on.

I'm sorry.

Nice.

Nice.

Sleeping on your sofa for a while.

What happened?

A little argument.

Nothing.

Right.

Actually, these walls are paper thin, so I basically heard everything.

I think she might have a point.

I'm sorry?

Well, perhaps this is more to do with how you feel about people like Peter.

Oh, don't you start.

The last person I need relationship advice from is you.

How are things in Happyland, by the way?

You mean with Janet?

Well, I really think we might have something... Sid, please!

Get your head out of the clouds, for heaven's sake. You are 60 years of age.

You bear the scars.

You more than anyone.

And still you exhibit this almost psychotic level of optimism when you're

around women.

Life is not like that, Sid.

Sometimes people just grab you by the balls and kick you in the teeth.

I'd have to be pretty flexible.

Do you want me to demonstrate?

I can demonstrate. No, no, it's fine. I think I just worked it out.

I'm just saying...

Brace yourself.

Right.

Also, er... ..Joe is still staying here, so you'll have to share the sofa bed

with him.

I'm not sharing the sofa bed with him.

He's your son. You can share the sofa.

Where do you sleep?

In your bed.

OK, er, thing is... I'm in there, you're on the sofa.

End of story.

Nice place, this.

It's not bad for my local, is it?

Janet, as you get older, your priorities

change.

You're mellow.

You realise what's important.

Yeah. Yeah, that's true, actually, cos when I was younger, I always preferred a

pub with a jukebox, but...

I can't stand them now.

It's funny, that, isn't it?

I suppose it's the same with relationships, too.

I mean, I used to prefer somewhere with a bit of a jukebox and lots of noise,

but they never seemed to last very long, always closing down.

But nowadays, now that I'm older, I

really prefer somewhere like this.

And I think I'd like to stay here.

With you.

For the rest of my life.

What? In the anchor?

No. I mean, it's... It's a metaphor.

You're right, it's not working.

What I'm trying to say is... I'm a romantic at heart.

Always have been.

And I need the nourishment.

and closeness that love can provide.

I love you, Janet.

And I want to commit to you, too.

Sid!

It's a wedding ring.

It was Maria's.

She left it on the sink.

I thought it could be a standard until I get my finances together.

Oh, Sid.

Oh, I do love you.

How is that?

Still a little inside out. Maybe try a steeper backswing. Might be easier to

swing through on the outside.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Well, let me show you.

No, you keep that.

Take a stance.

Like this.

Okay, I think I've got it now.

Relax.

Nice and easy.

Uh,

Peter.

I was thinking.

Um... Well, I was worried that some people might misinterpret the nature of

our friendship, might think that it's more than a friendship, which, of

course, it could never be.

My God, of course. I hope you didn't feel I was being inappropriate.

Oh, God, no, I didn't mean... No, because I was just trying to... Look, of

course we're just good friends.

You're delightful company, you're obviously very attractive, but I'm still

in love with my wife.

Yes, I know.

I mourn her every day.

Still.

I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't said anything. I don't know why I did.

No, no, I'm glad that you felt you could be so candid, that we could clear it up,

because I do enjoy your company.

So do I.

Come on, then.

Let's crack on, shall we?

Thanks for coming, lads.

You know why we're here.

Following our investigations, it seems that Rackham's pad poses a novel

combination of challenges.

First up is the silent alarm system. This is the first time we've encountered

one of these on a residential job, and it works on exactly the same principles

with a bank, but with one key difference. Sorry, Morris.

Headling? The job's definitely happening.

Why wouldn't it be?

Well, no, it's just that, er... You know, after what happened with Barbara

and everything, we just assumed that you'd have called it off.

If I call it off, I won't be able to get the bracelet back, will I?

No. Unless I can prove that Rackham's lifted it, I can look forward to

spending the rest of my natural run at Sid's.

Except there's no guarantee Rackham actually took the bracelet. Although

young Nick did say that his prints were all over Maurice's flat.

Yeah, well, according to Babs... Barbara!

Invited Rackham round to the flat earlier in the week. Look, what do you

do? Hold a glass to the wall.

No paper thin, Mo.

So you've actually got nothing on him? I know he's got the bracelet. I can feel

it. You sure this feeling isn't something else? What's that supposed to

mean? I'm just saying, you are certain, are you? I just want to try and prove

that he's got the bracelet, Sid.

Remember what it took to nick it in the first place?

I can't...

Force the two of you to join me. I mean, for the life of me, I can't see what's

in it for you.

If I can get the bracelet back, I think I can get Laps back too.

Who's in?

Because the house is set back from the road, we'll pull up short and walk.

We don't want to wake up the dogs, do we?

The bracelet must be in one of the three safes.

The main alarm system is on a wireless piggyback.

It can be disabled by the broadband filter Hadley installed earlier.

Yarnick assures me this is the kind of thing he can achieve in his sleep.

You're in.

Once the main alarm is disabled, we go in the easy way.

Through the front door.

Once in, we'll make our way quickly and quietly to the library and the first

safe.

Two soaps down.

Bedroom. What would we expect?

uh oh

you

What's the matter?

It's not here.

What? Oh, great.

It's not there. The bloody bracelet isn't in there.

What do you mean it's not there? Look properly. I just did.

Your jealousy has blinded you.

So he obviously doesn't have it, does he? We don't know that.

Yes, we do.

He doesn't have the thing you jealous... Look, why don't you just admit you're

wrong and let's get out of here?

Dogs. They're coming up. All right, deal with them. Me?

No, no chance. Don't do dogs. Especially not guard dogs.

What are you talking about? You're the muscle.

You do the dogs like your dad always used to.

Why are you drugged rib-eyes? You expect me to carry raw meat about in my

pockets? Verdon always carried a paper bag with drugged steaks in his pants.

Are you serious?

These are dog chain cabana.

Well,

you drug the boogers.

You wrestle them. Your choice.

Oh, get away from the door. They can smell fear.

Let's see if they can do the trick.

Good dogs. Nice doggies. Here, fish!

You missed a secondary alarm system. I knew you weren't paying attention.

This is not the time or the place. We need to get down.

How high do you reckon we are?

Oh, I can't look.

I'm scared of heights.

I'm sorry.

What?

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

It's like the Waldorf Astoria all over again, isn't it?

Here's to the Waldorf.

Janet, I should get this.

Oh, hi, hon.

No, it's fine.

Me and Maurice are just having a bit of a jog.

We're going to make it.

We're really going to make it. No, we can't.

Dogs! It's Friday, isn't it? Helen's due. Oh, my God.

Sorry, love. Can you hang on a sec?

So now it's my fault?

Dogs are not my responsibility.

Oh, that's right.

Always comes back to Headley.

I'm going to need a proper job description.

Sorry, love.

So, what's on at the movies tomorrow night?

I'll see you later, then.

Bye.

No, you hang up.

No, you hang up.

We're going to get trapped.

They're going to catch us. You hang up.

Hey, hey!

Time you started paying attention, Sidney. All right. All right, keep your

head up.

Music, anyone?

Can't stay long. I'm going over to Janet's in a minute. Are you really?

Hey.

Turn the lights off, then.

Why, are you paying the bills?

Maybe you should cool it with Janet.

You are. Look, break up, just, you know, slow down a bit.

Or break up's up to you.

Well, you're doing what you always do, Sid. You're just going off at the deep

end and putting us all at risk in the process.

You just can't be happy for me, can you? I'm thinking of you.

No, you're not.

You're thinking of yourself.

Because of this mess you're in about this racket.

Yeah, you are.

And don't pretend it's him who's nicked the bracelet either.

It's the breedings that's the problem, innit?

Fact is, he's all money. Yeah, all money. And the miss is getting old.

You're dangerous, Sid. I didn't set up that rating. You don't concentrate when

you're in love. I never went charging in there, Bob. You lose focus.

Just to prove Rackham's an old liar. You have to choose. You're the risk. It's

the gang or your conquest.

She isn't my conquest.

She's my fiancée.

Yeah.

You heard.

We're in love.

And we want to spend the rest of our lives together.

So if you're asking me to choose between you and her, this time, I get the girl.

And as far as the gang's concerned, consider me officially quit.

Got it?

Oh, you daft apeth. You should have stayed in bed. I was going to bring this

to you.

What's the matter?

Are you all right?

What have you done?

What have you gone and done?

Sorry.

It was just there.

You'd gone to get the fish and chips. We were out of milk for the tea, so I put

my head round the door and there it was.

I'm so sorry.

But why?

Why does anyone steal anything, hmm?

I'm broke.

And it was so beautiful.

The kind you dream of.

We could have been great together.

Didn't expect you back.

Do you want to share my lunch?

on with Janet.

Oh, Sid.

Let's face it.

I've been married four times.

She's been married thrice.

That's seven times between us.

This would have been eight.

We're always going to figure out a way to screw it up.

But this beats the lot.

Didn't even get out the starting gate.

So, come on.

Let's get it over with.

What?

Say it.

Say what?

Say it.

Say what you're bursting to say.

Where'd you find it, then?

Eh? Well, bracelet.

Was it under the sofa?

No. The reason we finished...

You don't understand.

I do.

Perfectly.

Thank you, Sid.

And, by the way, don't worry.

No more passing comments about affairs of the heart.

Your heart.

You are as you are, Sid.

I should build statues to you, mate.

I'll see you in the hoogie later.

Slowly, does it?

Well done.

And champagne for lunch.

You were right about Peter Rackham.

I feel so stupid.

What did he do?

Oh, nothing. It's all right.

It's just... He's not the man I thought he was.

I am such a fool.

No, you're not.

He didn't steal the bracelet.

What? You were right about that.

Who did?

No one, really.

It's a bit of a mistake.

But it's back.

That's all that matters.

And we are... together.

Which is good.

You did let Rackham get to you.

It was a tricky thing, you know, confidence.

Some people are born with it, some... Why aren't you?

You're...

You're the match of any man.

Why ever lack it?

It's not where you're from that counts.

Your stolen bracelet.

Everything you have is stolen.

Apart from me.

I'm here by choice.

You were jolly well prepared to do the job. Watch out, Mum. I'm not.

Three safes cracked in one night. None by force.

The rumour was all round the golf club.

You're back at it. And have been for a while, haven't you?

Don't you dare get caught, Morris Riley.

I don't want you growing old alone.

Don't you worry about that.

I'll take Sid down with me.

New menu seems to be going down all right.

It was.

We've run out of Madeira. What?

They do say, don't they? Always try out a new recipe yourself before you inflict

it on anybody else.

Beef and avocado and parsnip reduction.

Very unusual.

It's lovely.

I'm sure we'll never know how much.

Sid, do you smell something?

Oh, no.

I've got some Madeira.

Helen?

Helen?

Hey.

What's up?

It's ruined.

My main thing I was doing.

No.

It's all right.

I've got some.

Madeira. It's ruined anyway.

I burnt it to a cinder.

It smells all right.

Well, it's not.

I've overcooked it.

I overcook everything.

What are you on about?

We haven't got it.

Hadley and me.

Have we?

What? Style.

Taste.

I don't know.

We haven't got it.

Them.

In there.

You worried about them?

Helen, look.

You... You talk to Maurice about what kind of people they are.

You'll get a lot of spittle in your face.

Seriously, they're like a coachload of tourists.

They are.

They allow themselves to get driven along while Nigella What's-Her-Face

comes on the microphone and says, if you just look out on your right-hand side,

that's what you should be eating.

And then the skinny bird with the big, you know... Well, they come on and they

say, if you look out the other side, you ought to be wearing that.

You're an explorer.

And explorers go their own way.

You take risks.

And people build statues to them.

What you're doing here, you're wearing your heart on your sleeve, aren't you?

And that's the only place for it. I've learnt that.

No matter what setbacks, you stick to your guns, Ellen.

I'm going to.

You're a lovely nun, Sid.

The thing of beauty is a joy forever.

Its loveliness increases.

It will never pass into nothingness.

But still will keep a bower quiet for us. And a sleep full of sweet dreams and

health. And quiet breathing.

You thinking about her?

It's her.

The hard lady.

You must be Lee.

Pleased to meet you. He's a nice boy.

This damn thing's cursed.

Vernon, it is not cursed.

The man's about to take my daughter to America.

Put her on the stage in a corset in front of 200 slavering New Yorkers. I

just want him to know that I haven't got a problem with it.

It's the one safe you couldn't crack.

That safe is not cursed! You worked in a bank for 40 years.

They didn't know each other's second names, because he'd only changed it the

day before.

Riley. It was originally Hungarian.

Arr. Arr. You know what it is, Mo? It's the curse.

That thing is enchanted!

Rubbish! Oh!

Says the man with spit on his eyebrows.

You're insane.

Flippin' heck.

It's too smooth, some brave heart.

We decided a long time ago to keep Grace's world separate from ours.

And it was the right decision.

I hate to bring up the subject of the curse here. I dare you to.