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I can't believe you don't want me to have a party.

He does.

He just doesn't want to pay for it. That is not true.

Good, because you already have.

What? There's a choice, I think, of buffet.

Beef skirt with a pesto jelly.

Oh, heaven.

I can't have done, because even if you'd managed to spirit this away again, I'd

change the number.

Sid knew it.

Dearly departed, gain power.

Stop this, both of you.

What? Tell me, what is it that I'm doing so wrong? Well, for starters, you're...

That was a rhetorical question.

Barbara, for goodness sake, she... My daughter announces that she wants a

party. Not a big one.

I'm OK so far. Then she tells me that she's already spoken to Hedley about it,

who's very keen to help. He is, actually, and he... Again, I'm

completely at ease up to this point.

However, she then adds to the piquancy of the whole scenario by telling me that

the occasion is not to celebrate her 22nd birthday, as I had assumed, but the

fact that she is emigrating to America with some bloke I've never met to become

a stripper.

They're called burlesque artistes, Dad, and they make a fortune.

Oh, right. Well, when the first punter tries to swing off your nipple tassels,

I trust you'll put him right on the semantics of that one.

Am I being so unreasonable?

You're being pompous, just for a change. Well, that's what dads do.

One of the few benefits of having children is that you can lecture them

from time to time. Morris.

The world is a hard place, Grace.

She's not 12.

There are venal characters out there.

Predators and malcontents.

And how in God's name would you know?

That is the irony, Dad.

You spent a whole lifetime describing this Dickensian landscape of debauchery

and sin and...

You worked in a bank for 40 years. The same bank.

Every day of your life you caught the same train, in the same train, back saw

the same people, the same four walls.

And now you live here.

You can't lecture me about my life and how I should live it because you've

never scratched the surface.

Grace.

Stan.

Stan.

What kind of menu did you send?

A normal one.

At the party one.

Like the one you did for Charlie Knapper. In fact, I sent that as the

template. There was a funeral.

Oh.

No wonder Babs said, oh, back on the lilies and the black napkins, innit? Oh.

What else?

They want a karaoke.

Really?

Barbara asked for a karaoke.

That's right.

So you didn't just add that in so you could sing in front of everybody?

What?

No, of course not.

I love you.

Look, just leave it to me, cos you'll only mess it up again.

I've been working on a menu, actually.

Leaving do.

I'll just adapt that.

And a karaoke.

Well, if you're sure.

Ah.

Same again, then?

Yeah.

Oh... Come on. So what?

She's deferred college for a year. She wants to live in New York. She needs

plenty of money.

I worked in a pub.

You robbed banks.

Fully clothed. Oh, Maurice, please.

She doesn't strip.

Modesty prevails. You know that. And it is good money.

What about Lee, the photographer?

He is.

So was Merv the Perv.

Remember him? He always had film on his camera.

I've met Lee.

He's a nice boy.

And they've known each other for almost six months now.

He's never set foot in this place when I've been here.

Why would that be, I wonder?

This is ridiculous.

I don't want her not to go or go alone.

I just want to sit her down and talk to her man to man.

You know what I mean.

Tell her how the world is when you're beautiful and trusting.

That's what parents are for.

And I can't. I can't say, what I've learned is this.

And tell her what I have learned, really.

It might help her.

I have to pass everything through this filter that decontaminates it, that

takes out the dirt and the truth.

Nice.

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

And it was the right decision.

We can't go questioning that now.

I know.

And I hate it.

Yes, I'm coming!

Oh, Grace, come in.

What's wrong?

I've just had a go at Dad and... What about?

The party, leaving, he's... It's deadly, isn't it? Your dad's unhappy about the

arrangement. He's just unhappy.

He doesn't want me to go and he's obsessed with this dancing thing.

Let me talk to him.

I told you.

There was a big burlesque scene in London when I first moved there.

And I was right in the thick of it.

Don't know if that's an image that's going to help, Sid.

Wander the streets.

She had a double first in history from King's College.

It won't do any good.

He's, well, you know what he's like. He's straight down the middle and... He

hasn't always been, though, has he?

No. No.

And you want to remind him of that.

Especially where you and your young fella are concerned.

Don't even mention him.

You tell your dad.

You did know more than he would. Did.

I mean, at least you know your Lee's surname.

What? When your mother and father got engaged.

They didn't know each other's second names. No way.

Yeah. Dad did that? Honest. I mean, Mum, I can believe, but... Mum asked me to

find out and he was dead embarrassed about it. The funniest thing was, Babs

had come to me five minutes before and asked me the same question of your dad.

What was his surname?

The thing is, I had to think twice.

Cos he'd only changed it the day before.

What do you mean, changed it?

Did I say that?

Yeah. The spelling.

He changed the spelling.

Cos it... It was originally Hungarian.

Riley. R. R.

Double Y.

Umlaut thing.

Sedilla.

No-one had a chance when they wrote to him, unless they had some sort of

learning difficulty.

Anyway, the thing is, your dad's only thinking of you. And all you need to do

is make him think of himself a bit more. It'll all be fine.

All right, love.

Hey.

Sydney? Mo!

Have you just spoken to Grace?

No, not since she gave me an earful and walked out.

Why? Just the entrance was a bit, ooh, Harold Flynn.

Have you seen this?

We're just here to pay our respects, right?

Of course.

So you're not going to do anything stupid?

No, no, no.

Why do you?

It really rather depends on your definition of stupid, doesn't it? I

mean, now Jared's gone.

I knew it.

You're thinking about her.

I've been thinking about her nearly every day for 15 years, Sid.

The ones that break your heart, you never forget.

I still see her in my head, clear as anything.

Sitting there, twinkling in the dark. Her secrets locked away inside.

The Iron Lady.

You remember Mulholland? I really thought I'd break her that night.

Maybe we should try a different angle.

Eh? Tilt it back a little, Sid.

Oh,

I can't. I can't hold it. I can't hold it.

Bloody hell!

Damn thing's cursed. Oh, it's not cursed. It is not cursed.

Well, no, no, not cursed at all. All right, deal with it. I just... I'm

nearly there. I just need a little bit more time. It's been five hours, Mo.

Six if you include the hour sacking himself up in the van. Come on!

Mo, leave it.

The whole world knows it's safe as it's shattered.

Six times I tried to break her.

But she's not impregnable.

I will beat her.

It's my destiny.

I still feel bad about that alarm.

It won't make any difference anyway, Sid.

Sometimes a man knows when he's met his match.

When he's reached the limit of his abilities.

About that, um... I was having a little chat with Grace earlier... Then again...

Morris? Well, you know, years have passed, new perspective.

Who knows?

We'll find out soon enough.

Sid's a dear man, but for discretion, look elsewhere.

No name, though. I mean, what were you thinking?

I wasn't.

One look at your father, he could barely breathe most of the time, except to gasp

yes every now and again.

Mum. I know.

Not a good trait to take abroad with you.

The Americans are... Well, they're not English.

Luckily, your father is.

So where's the Hungarian bit from, then? What Hungarian bit? Imreli.

It's not Hungarian.

It's, uh... Why do you ask?

Oh, it's nothing. I was confused.

I thought there might have been a bit of romance lurking in Dad's closet

somewhere. Your father's a good man.

Don't underestimate him.

I don't underestimate him.

Just the opposite.

I know he's great, beneath the surface. It's just... He says the odd things

sometimes, or I hear the odd story about how he behaved with you, and...

I don't know. I want more of it.

But he always keeps me arm's length.

He never does that.

How do you know?

You've never been the one at the other end of his arm.

We'll all miss him.

If there's anything you need. Thank you.

I just wanted to pass on our sincere condolences.

Gerard was a good man. Real talent.

Thank you.

Sorry. You are...

I'm Richard. This is... Sid.

Yes, we were part of a safe-makers union with your dearly departed.

Union?

Gerard hated unions.

He used to say there was termites eating away at the fabric of society.

That's his sense of humour, isn't it?

Mr Funnybone, we used to call him.

Really?

Not so much a formal union, more a fellowship.

Never mentioned it.

Secret fellowship, that.

That sounds more like him, squirreled away with his cohorts working all hours.

Never bothered to share any of the details with me.

Well, we were just talking about one of his great, great pieces, specifically

the GW15, the Iron Lady.

It was a one-off. It was moved about all over the place.

Well, they needed absolute security.

It was, um, it was, uh, it was, um.

We'd like to get a photo for the club newsletter.

Never heard of it. You must have heard. Everyone's heard of the Iron Lady.

I'm so sorry. I apologise.

I just... Were it to slip away unremarked, I mean... Imagine, you know,

a coat of silk vinyl slept all over the Sistine Chapel or an old rag tossed over

the Le Penseur. My God.

You're the council.

What? This safe's the one got all them parking tickets in it, cos he left it in

the road a couple of days. And now you're trying to track it down? I can

assure you that's not why we're here.

Although, Gerard did mention trouble with the traffic wardens. You know,

we've all had our share of problems. Yeah.

You know, when you run out of space in the warehouse.

Warehouse? Him?

Well, I'm sure he... He couldn't afford it, could he?

He could barely afford anything.

Well, of course, the other place.

The lock-up. Lock-up in Paddington.

No, Acne Green.

What was it, the Cohen or Curry house?

If I had to cling on to one address my whole life, it'd be that one.

Spent so many hours there, more than he did at home.

Still, it's too late to complain about all that now, isn't it?

Nice to meet you.

Touch better, that one.

Don't think she really recognises significant talent. Got a pen?

Morris.

No wonder he ignored her.

I can smell her.

In the air.

It's Tarker, Dal.

And that in natural, anyway.

It's a lump of metal, Mo. She's not flesh and blood. You just called her

she. Only cos you wellied me once with a spanner when I called it it.

Look, I'm not saying you shouldn't be interested. It's just that there's a

scale of priorities, isn't there?

And Grace is top of the list.

What are you doing with Grace this morning?

Nothing. It's just that, well, she's going away and, er... I don't know,

there's been some friction.

Friction? She says I bought for England.

She might not think that now.

What? About you, she might... I don't know.

She might be reconsidering you.

Can I help you?

No, no, no. We're just friends of the deceased.

We're paying our respects.

You mind?

I've got a catalogue of this stuff for tomorrow night.

Because tomorrow night... You're taking it down the yard, aren't I?

Smelting it all down.

Bit of a hassle?

What's it to you?

Nothing, nothing really.

That lump of stuff behind you, for instance.

I could do something like that. I'd be happy to take it off your hands.

How much are you talking?

Fifty quid. Yeah.

Not worth my time.

Close out 100, don't it?

Never mind.

Suit yourself.

Fine.

150.

Sorry?

You say you want it for 50, and you're willing to pay 100.

That tells me you're willing to pay even more.

The first time.

You all right?

Shouldn't have shown my hand so quickly.

Schoolboy era.

You were rattled back there, weren't you?

Simple rush of blood.

Mo, look.

Come on.

I was with you.

On each occasion, when you failed.

Don't use that word.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth, innit? It's the one safe you couldn't crack.

And I remember how long it took you to get over it. Every time. How your

confidence went. How you could barely unlock your front door. Thank you.

All I mean is, it's nearly ruined you, Mo. And I don't want to see it happen

again. Especially when there are those that say, it gets stronger each time you

go back and you get weaker. That safe is not...

Cursed!

It's just a ridiculous criminal superstition.

And I don't believe it myself, Mole.

But you hear stories.

All the same, you do hear stories.

Fine.

You listen to your stories.

In the meantime, I need the car and you need to eat.

David Bailey.

Original. I put it above my bed.

I'd rather you didn't, given that it's my mother and she's half naked.

Yeah, fair point.

We should go and use that address so you know Barbara, who worked with Andy, and

doors should open.

Dad.

Grace.

You must be Lee.

Pleased to meet you.

Starting to think Grace was keeping us apart.

We were just leaving, actually.

Oh, were you?

Yes. We have to go home and collect some of Lee's camera equipment before

tonight. Oh, there's an old steam locomotive parked up at the depot. I

want to take some photos for my portfolio.

He's a good lad.

Got a story?

Stick to it.

Morris. Where do you live?

Rutherford Street.

Robert Mapplethorpe, Terence Donovan, George Curran. Who's the odd one out?

Dad. What? I'm being friendly. For heaven's sake, Don Bundy.

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.

Well, that's good to hear.

I mean, I didn't... It was Grace's idea.

He knows that. I'm from a big Catholic family.

So was Cesare Borgia.

Go. Go now.

Ring me later. OK.

I'm so sorry about him, Sue.

Not since Jack Nicholson burst through a door, brandishing an axe and screaming,

Daddy's home, has a father made quite such an entrance.

Fine. Fine.

I'll... I'll say I'm sorry to him next time I see him. Next time?

Why not?

Barbara, much as you say he's all right...

And Grace obviously likes him.

You can't tell. No one can.

From the outside, you have to get inside.

It's like a lock.

You have to open a lock right up before you can actually ascertain what's

hidden inside.

You all right?

Yes.

Let's go.

Bilter?

Er... No.

I, er... I'll have 32.

Hang on, no, I've had that.

14.

Oh, that's 14.

Scampi and chips.

Mo! Run those checks you wanted.

Dispeller of traces.

Lee came all squeaky clean.

Oh. Right.

Thanks. You sound disappointed.

No, no, no. Relieved, actually.

Then again...

Check my details, I'll be clean.

Taking a wild guess here, Mo.

You're about to do something stupid, right?

I just want to be certain it's Tom Nixon.

So if the mountain won't come to Muhammad... I have very little choice.

Okay.

Oh.

Should really take this to the hospital.

Too visible.

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

No, it's not a curse. You weren't the only one who tried to crack it, you

know? Young Davidson boy.

Huh?

Hit by a bus four days after he failed to open her.

Coincidence. Danny Gibbs.

Bobby Cash Machine.

The gent.

Coincidence. And don't even get me started on how one IP became no IP.

Heard me.

It is 6 a.m.

I have to creep back into bed before Babs wakes up and realizes I'm gone. And

I have a headache that is threatening to engulf my very soul.

So kindly stow away the ducking stool and the silver bullets and concentrate

on the matter in hand.

Sorry.

You won't catch me near that safe, though.

Strangely enough, exactly what you're going to be doing later on today.

All right.

I'm speaking figuratively.

We're done.

Babs asks.

So you did it.

Helping me move a table for the party.

Speaking of which, I saw an invoice the other day for that.

Something about karaoke.

Oh, yeah.

Helen.

She insists on doing a number.

I think Barbara's been indulging her.

Women, eh?

Yeah.

Cheers for this, Mum.

And for the cheque. There was no need.

Yes, there was.

As long as you spend it well.

Preferably something frivolous.

I think New York's supposed to be the second most expensive city in the world

after London.

Though eating out's supposed to be cheap.

God, I know this brilliant place.

The Made Man Bar and Grill, down in Little Italy.

Best steak you'll ever have.

You know I'm vegetarian, right?

Trust me on this one.

Mention your dad when you go there and say that you want the sirloin you can't

refuse.

They'll give it to you on the house.

Why would some steakhouse give me a free meal because of dad?

They were clients of his.

Of the bank.

Actually, come to think of it, the state was a little overdone.

Good morning.

Good morning, Dad.

What happened to your head?

You were shifting furniture with Hedley. I tell you, Maurice, you're not as young

as you think.

No, no, of course.

I, um... got broken into last night.

Oh, that's terrible.

Didn't want to mention anything to Mum.

She worried too much.

Are you all right?

Yeah, fine.

It's a nasty cut there, Dad.

It's just a scratch, really.

Did you, uh...

Did you call the police or...? Yeah, there's nothing they can do.

It was something, though.

Apparently, thieves usually just tend to kick the door in, but this person had

taken the time to pick the lock.

An expert job, too.

It was a small comfort, I should imagine.

Yeah.

It was frightening, though.

I mean, you feel so exposed.

I'm really sorry.

Must have been awful for you.

See you later.

Looks so... Yeah, Ed. It is.

I told you it was a bad idea.

If you want to say something, it might not have been an accident.

What? I just... Oh.

Look, I... I said something to Grace about,

erm, about you changing your name.

You did what? He'd just slipped out and I'd been worried about it.

I mean, she might...

She might put two and two together and confront you about your past.

Maybe she did.

Damn, you're ridiculous.

I got this because I deserved it.

But as for the bigger question about you blabbing... Maybe you should tell her.

Tell her?

Tell her?

After all these years?

If she knew I'd lied, she'd... Everybody would be better off.

Thank you for that, Oprah.

But I'm afraid I've made my bed.

I wouldn't mind lying in it again quite soon, so, uh, forget your notebook.

What?

Small job, remember?

The Iron Lady?

In your state?

Everything else that's going on, you're joking!

Grace!

What are you doing here?

Sorry, the door's unlocked.

I, um, I needed a word.

I've got a favour to ask you.

A favour?

Yeah. I just want to do something nice for my dad. You know, just say thanks

for everything.

So I thought I'd look up some of his old friends, see if they wanted to come

tonight. Oh, well, a lot of them are in Spain still.

No. They're his old friends from work.

Oh. At the bank.

Yeah? Only when I phoned the branch, they never heard of him.

Well, it was, er... Donkeys, wasn't it?

Probably all retired or shuffled off the mortal what's-it. Manager hasn't.

Nice guy, Trevor.

Been there nearly 30 years.

No recollection of my dad at all.

Right. And after all that stuff about Hungarian antecedents, I was starting to

think maybe dad commuted to work at the Budapest branch every day.

He loves you.

That's all that matters.

Whatever else, that's the most important thing.

And what would whatever else constitute exactly?

No, I... I didn't mean it like that.

It's just an expression.

You're sweating, Sid.

There's nothing to tell.

So you'd explain it how Mum did?

Mum?

Yeah. Which was how exactly?

Your dad... ..worked under an assumed name.

For tax purposes.

Right.

That's what Mum said. It just seemed a bit weird to me.

Did it?

Well, no big deal.

Not entirely regular, but... we all do things we're not proud of.

I suppose you're all right.

I'll see you tonight. Bring your party out.

Yeah.

I will.

Bye.

What? Where are you? Yeah, Mo.

No, I needed the loo. What?

Yeah, I'm there now.

Well, how are you and me?

Yeah. I just need to grab me plans and we can crack

on.

Lost? Your notebook?

Misplaced, Mo.

It's like a sign, isn't it? A warning from on high. No, it's not.

But I am wondering if it wasn't done deliberately.

Mo!

I might think this safe's affected your judgment, but I'd never not back you.

I'm a team player, me. Well, you don't think he can do it. You think she's

going to beat him again. You want to protect him from himself, from the

madness that springs from the font of unchecked obsessionality.

I'll probably just put them out with the papers, that's all.

It makes no odds anyway, Mo.

They're all up there, me plans are.

If you want anything, just ask.

There's one security guard for the lockups. He does a walk around every 40

minutes, but mainly he's just stretching his legs.

He's got a little porter cabin out the back. He's got a radio, coffee machine,

and a guitar.

Best of all, there's no security cameras.

There is a speed camera on the road, man.

The lockup's in the field of vision.

It shouldn't be a problem, though, unless some boy racer comes speeding

through. In which case, we can always use this converted magnet.

You touch it below the camera, wipes the field off a hard drive.

No images.

You know you used to be a boy scout, eh? Be prepared.

Yeah, yeah.

Still very unprofessional to lose your notebook that contains details of every

job we've ever pulled.

What if it fell into the wrong hands?

Like I said, it's not lost, it's just misplaced.

Could have sworn I put it next to the TV remote, actually.

Grace! You what?

Hmm? I had to think twice, because you'd only changed it the day before.

What do you mean, changed it?

It was originally Hungarian.

Riley. I told you.

I knew as soon as I let slip about your name, I could see her ears prick up.

What's happened?

Grace is on to him. She's got him rumbled.

Look, you've got to go back.

Seize the initiative.

Just tell her you're going to speak to her. Just... No.

If she knows, it's already too late.

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

Eh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

They said this evening.

They... They're early.

Probably for the best.

Let it go.

Right, that's it then. Well, maybe not.

You're really a team player.

Yeah. Why?

How long does it take two itinerant workers to gorge themselves on biryani

and lager?

25 minutes.

Only 20.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

Going in.

Three, two, one.

Congratulations!

You are our 1,000th customer.

Free meal on the house. Only free. Please come.

Please come here.

Here he goes then.

I forgot my kit.

It's impossible.

You never forget your kit.

I was in the kitchen. I was changing to go out.

It's in my other coat.

Yes.

Well, that's it then, isn't it?

I mean, you'll never be able to get your jacket and be back here before they cart

her off. This match abandoned, innit? No, no, no, no, no!

We, er... We improvise, we, er... Give us a penknife. Give us a penknife! Which

penknife? Dib, dib, bloody dib one. You're a Boy Scout, Sid, remember?

It's been ten minutes.

Shh! I can't concentrate if you keep interrupting.

That's the first thing I've said.

What do you think's in it?

It's not the point, is it?

It's about cracking it, not what's inside it.

I reckon it's gold.

Cursed gold. Shut up!

I think I can hear something.

It might be a secondary deadlock or maybe a mercury runoff.

She's not leaving until you come out.

Go talk to her.

What?

Go talk to her. No! Why not?

Because she wants you.

See if you've got this.

You've been a busy boy.

Interesting reading.

I can explain. Do.

Do explain.

How it is you never worked in a bank. How it is you broke into my boyfriend's

flat. I am not stupid, Dad. Who else was it?

And above all, explain to me what you're doing here.

Who are you?

Grace!

Grace! Grace, wait!

Oh, that's all right, then.

No, no, I don't mean that. I mean, I'm sorry you found out.

But not sorry you lied?

No.

Grace, I'm more sorry than I could ever describe that I've upset you.

But there were things that I needed to protect you. Oh, Dad, please!

Spare me the bank manager speech.

You don't have to do it anymore.

I know you made it up.

My whole life you lied.

Yeah, I did.

It explains a lot.

I said to Mum I always felt I didn't get everything.

Honestly, what I did get was great, just I knew it wasn't all of you.

And again, all of you stinks.

Now, I've got a party to go to.

No need to carry him, 15 minutes.

Stay there.

Oh, this is bad.

Norris.

I'm not going to lose. Not now.

No, listen.

You've got to do exactly as I tell you.

And get Headley to close that damn shutter.

Close the shutter.

Listen, you've got to be my fingers and thumbs, Sid.

You've got to track the safe for me.

Shut the safe, Bo.

What about Grace?

All right.

Just focus on the safe, Sid.

You look very exotic.

Is anything happening?

Sid? Sid, what's happening?

It's not working, Mo. The blade just keeps coming through.

Are you not doing it properly?

No, it's because I'm in the back of a speeding lorry with only a penknife in

my armory.

Well, all the help I'm getting is coming from Mr. I've only failed six times in

perfect conditions.

We should get out of here. The yard, it can't be far.

Mo.

We've been thinking it could be time to bail out. Traffic lights.

I'm coming in.

Open the door, quick. Come in here. Open the door.

Why don't you tell me the truth about Dad? His life of crime.

I mean, did you try and persuade him?

We were always close, weren't we? So did you try and get Dad to come clean and he

was having none of it? Or was it a sort of like a tag team job thing? Let me

stop you just there.

Don't say anything.

Anything that can't be unsaid.

Just know this.

He loves you. I love you. Right.

Yes, we do. It's easy for you to take it for granted when it's there to dismiss

it. But not everyone is loved.

I'm sorry. I just... I hate to see you upset, Grace. You know I do. I'd do

anything to stop it.

What can you tell a child?

In any case, we didn't lie about what was important.

It was details. It wasn't our hearts, our souls, what we felt about you.

He could have told me.

I wouldn't have minded.

I just wish you trusted me.

Maybe not when I was little, but once, sometime.

You have to hear that.

With anyone you love, you have to hear them.

Trust their bad side to you, their imperfection.

You said that, told me stuff, let me in, but him... He

told you everything.

He did, really.

He kept nothing from you.

Except the detail.

It's not working!

I've tried every idea. It's not a glass relock. It's not time delay. It's not

wait. Sid, help me out here.

Oh, you pig!

Oh,

please. No.

You can't leave nothing.

What? Go charge it or whatever. I don't care. Just do it from home.

That's it.

We are done.

Enough! Look at yourself, Mo.

It's got to you. You're cursed again.

There, I've said it. And I don't give a stuff what you reckon.

That thing is enchanted.

Rubbish! Oh, says a man with spit on his eyebrows and veins on his neck, a steady

crazed weightlifter and struggle to match. You're insane.

You are your clinic lids. How can it be cursed?

How, eh?

I'm willing to bet you whatever's in the safe, that if it was cursed, it would

have been invented by Gerald Wilson just to keep people

from...

Boris, what's happening?

He did invent a curse.

I know it.

To scare folk off? No!

No! No, to draw them in.

This... human nature isn't it you want what you can't have you always want it

do not touch you touch it it's the same with a reputation it was always always

seduction pulling you in so that you couldn't see anything else

That's the Iron Lady.

The other one's just... It's solid.

You can't get inside it. That's... You crafty so-and-so, Jared.

You mean that one? Yes.

Yes! It was there every time we went after the big prize.

Wherever she was, it was there, right inside her.

I mean, we just always walked straight past it. We didn't give it a second

look. Oh, God. You're a genius, dude.

So what's inside of them?

To whom it may concern.

That's you?

Maybe. Maybe not.

To the leader of the invisibles.

I'd say that's very conclusive.

The Iron Lady took me 20 years to get right, not because little and large, as

I like to call them, took that long to build, but rather because it took me

that long to crack you, to work out how you thought, how you moved.

How you could apparently break every lock ever invented.

By me and by others.

And that was hard.

It bothered me greatly, but finally I realised our minds were so similar, I

merely had to present you with something which you could not leave alone.

As I've been unable to leave you alone.

Twenty years it took me.

It became my core for twenty years.

And it cost me my marriage, my health, the love of my son, and ultimately my

self-respect.

So now that you've finally beaten me, for so you have if you're reading this,

let's agree to go our separate ways, old friend.

Because there are more important things in life than safes.

Take it from one who knows.

Well, that's odd.

Why was the paper covered in cling film?

Hang on, there's something else in it.

It's a dye pack.

Oh! Oh, no!

Oh!

Really do work, these, don't we? And did those feet in ancient

time walk upon England's mountain carry?

Oh, blippin' heck!

He's too smart for some brave heart.

Sorry,

Father. Bit of an emergency.

Thank you.

Well, you all know that we're having this party tonight because my daughter

and her boyfriend, Lee, who's a very good photographer,

and they're both going to America for a year. And, well, we just wanted to give

them a decent send-off.

Grace actually got on, I think, one of her outfits.

Be a stripper.

And I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing her well with that.

So, stripping.

I really struggle on these occasions to actually say what I want to.

I'm an ex-bank manager, you know, for God's sake.

And, you know, we don't do big oratorios.

What I will say is this about that life.

Every day, before I went into my office, from the day Grace was born

to the last time that she was at home with us, the final thing I did,

always, I used to peep in on her asleep.

I'd just look at her, just stare at her face.

My daughter.

And whatever happened after that at the bank.

And I have to tell you, the bank, believe it or not, could be a pretty

frightening place sometimes.

Hard and long hours.

Scared, even.

You'd get scared that you weren't going to go home.

But in those moments at the bank.

I used to cling on to the image of her in bed, safe

and adored.

And I was so glad she couldn't see me. I couldn't see how scared I got.

Because I loved her so much.

And I didn't want to disappoint her.

But mostly it was...

Selfish, I'll admit it. Because I didn't want her to know how I was, how my days

behind my desk could really be. Because I was afraid that if she did know, that

it might change her.

It might have frightened her.

And then the image of her in bed, secure and untroubled, would

be gone forever.

I'd never set foot outside my door again.

Anyway, I suppose this is just me saying, have a safe trip, sweetheart.

Have fun.

And when you come back, you know where your mum and dad are.

It's up to you, I understand.

Oh, great speech, Mo.

That was beautiful.

Well done, Mo.

Come on, then.

That was, um, nice speech.

Well, I had no right to interfere in your life, not considering that you knew

so little about mine.

But if there's anything that you need... I know, you'll just nick it for me.

No, it's not like that.

No?

We were specialists.

High class.

Some might say we were folk heroes.

Really? Were you famous then? We were very famous.

In fact, um... We stole the Queen's Rolls Royce once.

No way!

It was your mum's birthday and I wanted to give her a treat she'd never had.

Make a deal with you, Dad.

I'll shut up about your private life if you shut up about mine, OK?

Oh, yeah.

Lee.

Just wanted to say all the best, mate.

Thank you.

You break her heart and I'll break your face.

Yes, I think you probably would.

Good lad.

Oh, this is the life.

Okay,

okay, let's, uh, let's warm this night up a little bit.

You talk to her.

Right. Yeah.

All right?

Set him up some light to it again.

Fair enough.

You can't argue with that.

I mean, generally.

Truth's always best.

Except in love.

You're thinking about her, aren't you?

The Iron Lady.

Magnificent. But metal, ultimately.

Cheers.

Where's Hadley gone?

My heart, it breaks.

It's time we speak.

My lips are dry, my legs are weak, my life's on hold, and I

can't sleep.

He couldn't resist.

He'll catch his death.

Cheers. Here we go, big chorus.

Gave you my love, and you tossed it away.

All that we were, you cruelly remain.

I gave you my life for more than a day.

Off you go.

You've had your fun, haven't you? See ya.

Oh,

it works.

You've been eating. Helen's pregnant.

I want out.

The Invisibles is like the Catholic Church.

Once you're in, you're in. I want him to hate me.

I've got a plan. Does it involve some high-risk tragedy culminating in an

extremely loud bang? I want to look in your eyes. I see everything.

Boris, don't you want our baby to know who you are?