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No. Come and sit here.

I want to talk to the shame.

All right.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I want to ask you a question. Go on.

Will you promise to tell me the truth? That depends on the question.

If I don't like it, I might be evasive. You and I always told each other the truth when we were children, Shane.

I'd like it to be like that between us again.

But it is. No, not really.

Last year, when I asked you about your absence from my life,

you brushed me off with silly excuses.

Pressure of work, living abroad.

I never really believed you in my heart of hearts.

And that brings me on to my question.

Which is?

What awful thing did I do to you to drive you out of my life?

You, my oldest and dearest friend.

Shall I answer it for you?

You dropped me because I became engaged to Jim. Didn't marry Jim.

I thought Jim would resent me if I was around. And you were too.

You didn't need an old chum, loitering about on your doorstep.

Shane, you're not telling me the truth. You know that. And so do I.

You.

You.

You.

Over years I've waited for you.

You.

You.

I'm not here, Shane.

I.

When did you discover how you felt about me?

The truth. Remember.

Last night. In the kitchen.

Perhaps it has some hidden sexual meaning.

Paula.

I've always had this golden rule. No married women.

I never wanted to take a woman who belonged to another man.

I think I belonged to myself.

Of course you do.

I wouldn't be here, Shane, if my marriage was working.

I know that.

I would never to have married him, but.

And now there are the twins.

What am I going to do?

How can we have a sort of this out, Shane?

I don't know.

We'll just take each day as it comes.

Jim's stubborn. He can be very difficult.

You'll never let me go.

Madam, your flight's ready for boarding now.

Thank you.

Pretty share base and else the departure of supersonic call fourth flight number VA 194 to London.

All passengers on this flight should proceed now to gate number five. Thank you.

Paula.

You do want to marry me, don't you?

We're Shane.

Well, then.

We'll work it out.

Now you trust that.

Trust my love for you.

It's me, Nora.

No, I just got back from New York.

How's it all?

And yes, I...

Oh, good.

Is Mr. Fairley there?

No, he did leave early.

No, no, no, it's all right.

I'll speak to him when he gets to the paper.

Thank you, Bert.

Good morning, Mrs. Fairley.

Good morning, John.

Right, um, there are a few phone calls I must make.

Then I'm going to shower, change, and then we'll deal with all this, right?

Fine.

Mr. Fairley, please.

Hello, Alice. It's Mrs. Fairley. Is he there?

Oh, all right.

Just tell him I'm back from New York and he can call me at the store in London.

Good morning, Mrs. Fairley.

Good morning, Mrs. Fairley.

Ron, good morning. I don't like the men's cardigans display.

Oh, get that scene to right with me.

Good.

Morning, Mrs. That's good. Nice to have you back.

Morning, Mrs. Fairley.

Yes.

Yeah.

Now, hang on there, hang on.

Sam, can you kill that county council, Lee?

Certainly.

Well, there's several of them. They'll understand that.

Hello, can I help you?

Oh, I said there was a long attribute.

Excuse me, sir.

What's this?

Oh, yes. Yeah, I'll deal with this next door.

OK.

Yeah, Mrs. Fairley, please, Guy.

Paula Darling, it's me.

Look, I'm driving down to London. I should get in at about eight o'clock and I have booked the table at marks for nine.

But you knew I was driving to Yorkshire tonight, Jim.

I want to see the twins and...

I hope we haven't spent any time together lately.

We could have a lovely evening out, just like the old times.

Jim Darling, I'm dying to see the twins.

Why can't we have dinner at home?

I've been feeling awful since we had our rav.

I want you all to myself for once.

You can drive back to Yorkshire with me tomorrow evening.

I'll see you in a couple of hours in the flat.

Mrs. Fairley, I'm Dr. Anderson.

How serious is it, Doctor?

There's a fracture of the lungs, by with probable nerve damage.

But there's some movement.

There's also a severe fracture to the left wrist.

Crack ribs and, obviously, cuts and bad bruising.

So it's serious.

Is there any internal damage?

Not so far as we know, but we're still monitoring.

Of course, there are still tests to be done after without Vanissette.

Neurological cases.

Yes.

It's me, Cher.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Thank God.

I thought it was the hospital.

Oh.

Oh.

You don't know, do you?

Yes.

I do.

Winston rang me.

How is he, Paula?

I'm going to be alive.

And how are you?

Oh.

Confused.

I'm sad.

Do you want me to fly over?

No.

Of course not.

Thank you, Cher.

I love you.

Paula?

Shame.

I won't be able to speak to Jim about the divorce, not for some months.

I know that.

But I've waited all these years for you what's few months longer.

So, who do you think should run the papers while Jim's out of action?

Sam Fellows.

He's acted as editor-in-chief before in Jim's absence.

Why give Sam all the power?

Oh, come, Paula.

That's not like you.

Holding a grudge just because he played the mail show in his.

Holding a grudge?

I simply feel that if the power and the responsibility are to go outside the family, it should be split.

I move we let Fellows run the morning gazette and Pete Smythe the evening standard.

Not a bad idea, Winston.

A damn good idea.

I second it.

Well, are we all agreed?

Absolutely.

Brilliant as usual, Paula.

Yep.

I mean, favor.

Santa?

Oh, yes, it's fine with me.

That's settled, then.

Donas, and what's happening about that office block in Herban?

The final figure is above my limits.

I'll need a vote at the next meeting.

Have you sorted out the problems at the Leeds factory?

Yes.

Next summer's line is finally in production.

We'll be able to ship on time, Uncle David.

Well, that's good.

Well, unless any of you has anything special to report, I think we can close this meeting.

Paula, what have you done about Jonathan?

We know that he and Sebastian cross-meat regular.

What do you think he's up to?

I don't know he's done anything.

But the regular order is coming up soon, so we're going to take a special look at all of his transactions.

And it was early afternoon when Constable Kennedy spoke to the doctor, who set the time of death somewhere between 10, 30 and 11 of the previous night, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Tell me, did you at that time form any opinion as to the cause of the death of the police?

Well, at first I thought her leadership's death was an accident.

But later I began to wonder if it wasn't foul play.

I swear that the everything I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

Lord Dunville, will you give the court your opinion of the deceased state of mind prior to a tragic death?

My wife and I were separated and about to divorce.

Lately, when she visited Conloughlin, I began to realize that she had changed.

She was very irrational at times, and I was concerned about her.

Did she ever mention suicide during these spells of irrationality?

Certainly not.

My wife would not have killed herself whatever her state of mind.

I'm proud of her.

I'm proud of her.

I'm proud of her.

I'm proud of her.

I'm proud of her.

Your wife and I are proud of her.

You were the housekeeper at Conloughlin house, Mr. Dunville.

Yes, I am.

Do you agree with Lord Dunville about her state of mind?

Yes, sir.

And no, sir.

Would you explain that?

Well, I agree that she was irrational.

More than that, on one occasion she was hysterical.

And she had been drinking, but I don't agree about her not killing herself.

She told me several times that she had nothing to live for, and she wished she were dead.

I'm sorry.

Please continue, Sir Dunville.

The last time I saw her...

When was that?

The day before her death.

She actually threatened to put an end to her life.

That can't be so.

She said it was over anyway.

She was barren, and her marriage was a failure.

Did you mention that threats to anyone?

No, I didn't, sir.

I hoped to talk to Lord Dunville after he took the Dowager Countess home after dinner, but...

My aunt was too busy and...

You were busy on Saturday night.

Yes, sir.

Oh, doing his books in the library.

What time was this, Miss Barbara?

Well, sir.

I'd listened to the news in my room so it would have been after ten o'clock.

I came down to make a positive tea in...

What time did you go up again?

Near enough eleven o'clock, sir.

And Lord Dunville was still working.

Yes.

I still can't believe Min killed herself.

It had to be an accident.

Darling, the pathologist said she had alcohol in her blood and alcohol vegetables.

I'm sure the coroner's verdict was the right one.

Did you believe, Brigida Donald?

What?

You don't think Anthony was involved in Min's, nephew?

No, personally.

I mean, Anthony wouldn't have had a fly.

It's just that woman.

Jim, I was at bed at last.

Yes, it was wonderful.

A few weeks in this damn chair and I'll be back on my feet again.

You'll be able to come home soon, won't you?

Any day now.

Look, Paula, I know I've said this already, but I'm so sorry about the crash.

There's no excuse really, except that I was in a tearing hurry to see you.

When you ride back from New York.

Jim, you're on pain, Gilles.

Do you really think you ought to be drinking?

Don't fuss, darling.

Anyway, I'm not on painkillers now and I prefer this.

I've spoken to Winston.

Everything seems to be going smoothly at the newspapers.

Yes, I've spoken to Sam, myself.

Look, let's forget about that dreadful round we had before you went to New York.

Let's forget about our difficulties and start all over again.

Jim, lying there a lot of times to think.

And I've been planning our future together.

I wanted to talk to you too.

I don't think we have.

It's very... I just looked into warning you not to overdo things, Mr. Fairley.

How do you feel? I feel great.

When will my husband be able to come home, Doctor?

Within the next few days.

There's a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you about that, Mr. Fairley.

Could you spare me a few minutes?

I can't believe it, Jim.

I'm worried about your husband.

I thought you said all the tests were negative.

No complications, no internal injuries.

That's correct.

It's his drinking. What's behind it?

I don't understand you.

He's very volatile, Mrs. Fairley. Confident one minute.

Overconfident people. And then suddenly you'll imagine an offence become morose.

Please say it straight out, Doctor.

He shouldn't be allowed into any situation, which will cause him stress or emotional strain.

Oh, Sarah!

I've just had to say that.

I've just had the latest figures on your investment.

The confidential, of course.

Yes, I understand.

They are good.

Yes, you're getting rather a nice little diary together, there.

Yes, I am.

When I saw Shane in New York recently, he agreed I should invest in property.

He even suggested I should ask your advice.

You didn't tell him about Stonewall properties.

It happens now. That's our secret.

Shane.

What are you doing here?

No, after we got on the phone last night, I was so worried about you.

I'm sorry.

Don't be it's wonderful to see you again. I've missed you so much.

I've missed you too.

I'm going to have lunch here.

I'm going to go to my apartment.

Yes, go here.

It's Emily on the line, Mrs. Fairley.

I'm going to ask you to know what time she can see you tomorrow morning.

You do have an opening at 11. Is that all right?

That's fine. Thanks, G.

What's happening with Jim? How is he?

The doctor thinks he needs psychiatric help.

It's going to be a long haul.

If I can just help to get him back on his feet, I'll feel easier.

It's hard on you, Shane.

We're going to be together eventually for the rest of our lives.

I'm going to be very busy the next few days.

I have to see the solicitors about Blackie's estate, but...

Let's go away to Paris for the weekend.

I'm bringing Jim back from the hospital this weekend.

We're going to be staying at groundies until after Christmas.

You're all right.

I'm fine, Lazy.

Hello.

Sorry I'm late. I stopped to see Paula in the brood.

And Jim?

How's he?

Firstly.

Did you see Aunt Emma?

She worries me. She's still so frail.

I'm afraid it would be a long while before she's after coping with a big wedding.

You're not going to put it off again.

No.

I was thinking.

Why don't we have a quiet wedding?

At Christmas.

On Christmas Eve?

Oh darling! Oh how wonderful!

What a sweet lady!

It's very funny when you're fighting the horses.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fairley, excuse me.

Could I speak to you for a moment?

I'm sorry Mr. Cross. I'm in rather a hurry.

Are you all right?

Richard, give me a hand.

Just give me a moment.

Oh, sorry about that. I'm going into hospital next week.

Before I do, I...

I have something very important to tell you.

Please.

Of course. Come up to my office.

I started with nothing.

Pulled myself up by my bootstraps.

It was hard in those days.

That's why I wanted my son to have a proper start.

A good education.

Constant treachery, Mrs. Fairley.

Especially family treachery. Thank you.

I've lost everything.

Company, the building, everything.

I'm so sorry.

If I can do anything to help you.

No, no, no. That's not why I'm here.

Come to the point.

My son Sebastian has been milking my company.

Robbing me, cheating me.

Things were so bad.

I had to sell the building.

For half a million pounds.

What?

Sebastian dissuaded me. It was best he could get.

But it's worth a million pounds.

I think that's why we offered you two million pounds for cross communications.

I know that. It was a fair offer.

But then, Emma Hart has always been fair.

The building was bought by stone wall properties.

A few weeks ago,

I found out my son is stone wall property.

Oh my God.

I'm gonna son do that to his father.

My son is surprised to me.

Oh.

Oh.

Stonewall properties.

He's doing very well.

Mrs. Fairley.

Not because of Sebastian. He doesn't have that sort of skill.

Someone is putting deals his way.

Someone experienced him property.

I can't prove who this invisible partner is.

But I have my suspicions.

So have I.

I'm back.

Hello.

Easy troubles it.

Yes. Not much traffic tonight.

That's Sizzly was always a favorite of yours, wasn't it?

Adam bought it.

The Fairleys had all the wealth and the power in Yorkshire then.

They're all prisoners, aren't we?

It was a past.

The sins of the fathers.

We get saddled with them.

The failures and the success.

What are you saddled with?

You've got everything.

I'm saddled with grandi success.

Everybody expects me to be another Emma Hart and I'm not.

I'm not.

Oh, I know you think I'm a cold carbon copy of grandi.

I'm sorry I said that.

You meant it.

Yes.

Well, there's one big difference.

When she was my age, she had to succeed just to survive.

Then she had her dream of an empire.

She had something to strive for.

I'm merely the caretaker.

I'm afraid I was impulsive, Emma.

And irresponsible.

I shouldn't have resigned.

Now, you shouldn't.

I haven't really been fair on Paula either.

In what way?

Well, I've disappointed her.

I've let her down, really.

And you?

You want to be reinstated as managing director.

Is that what you're saying?

Yes, Emma.

What's brought about this change of heart?

Pride.

Family pride.

Though I know that you earned the newspapers now, but...

my family built them up.

I was thinking about the way my family lost everything.

It seemed to me...

to be the time to stop throwing things away.

It's not enough just to do the part of the job that's enjoyable,

but has to shoulder responsibilities as well.

Is it asking too much to give a second chance to her fairly?

I never mix sentiment with business, Jim.

But I'm not saying no.

Let me think about it, and I'll talk to Henry Ross at her after Christmas.

May I have the ring, please?

With this ring, I thee wed.

With this ring, I thee wed.

With my body, I thee honour.

And all my worldly goods with thee, I share.

And all my worldly goods with thee, I share.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Yes!

You have to go.

Leave me a joint gander, please, forget it.

I do love weddings.

Have you two set a date yet?

Not yet.

No, we thought we'd be better to wait till next summer.

Jim, are you alright?

I've spent far too long on my feet.

Would you like a bit of chair?

Yes, thank you.

Can I top that up for you?

No, no, no.

Here we are.

Shane must have been missing Yorkshire and his old friends.

Really?

Yes, actually, I was thinking of having a party for him.

Just a few friends, you know. Would you like to join us?

I could help you planning, if you'd like.

Our first Christmas without him, Aunt Emma.

I miss him, Shane.

I'm delighted that you're still entering Safar Bowl in the Grand National.

Blackie, you would have been so pleased.

You're keeping the stables.

Yes.

One day you'll be living in Yorkshire again.

Maybe.

So, no, no, it's too cold for me out there.

You're still in the mountains.

I'm not going to be here again.

Maybe.

So, no, no, no, no.

It's too cold for me out there.

You're still in the mountains.

I'm not going to be here.

Oh, no, no, no, it's too cold for me out there. You go.

Here you are, Mother. This is what you're looking for.

Put alums on the branch next to the Red Bull.

Why don't you hang it on the tree, Mother?

Are you all right?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

I was just remembering something.

I think I know what it is.

You remember decorating another tree long ago?

Yes.

Never forgotten that dreadful Christmas, either.

I was eight years old.

I was very spiteful to you.

Yes. You were.

Please, forgive me for what I did to you.

You were such a little girl.

So young, you didn't understand.

Please. I want you to forgive me.

Why, of course, I do.

You don't understand how much this means to me.

Edwina, you were my firstborn child.

I have always loved you.

However much you have doubted it, I don't any more.

I want us to be friends. We are already.

I... I've wanted to give you this tomorrow on Christmas.

Morning.

But I'd like you to have it now.

Thank you.

Well, that's beautiful.

I've never seen you wear it.

I never have.

It belonged to your grandmother.

Yes, it was Adele Fairley's.

Oh, I...

What was that? We're a Yorkshire paper, and we always repeat,

always carry one local story on the front page.

Hmm? Yeah, alcohol, I'll call you back. Bye.

Oh, dear.

It's obviously time I got back to work.

My newspapers need me.

You did say you wanted to see this again.

It was my great-grandmother's.

I'm certainly glad you got it back.

Back?

It always belonged to a Fairley.

And that used to belong to Adam Fairley.

Oh. I didn't know.

You and I must start on a great heritage, Edwina.

But at least the papers were being fairly hands again.

I'm not sure I follow you, Jim.

The children. My children.

The papers will come to them, and they'll fair this.

Just as you and I are, Edwina.

Come on, let's go for a walk. I need some exercise.

Ha!

Have a look at this!

You're just the man I want to see. Come and join us for a stroll.

The leg's looking much better. I feel bloody marvellous.

We'll be back at work next week.

Oh, that's good news.

Now, listen. Paul has had a pretty rotten time when I've been laid up.

Once I've made sure my newspapers are running smoothly,

I want to take her on a bit of a trip.

Jim, what a good idea. Where will you go?

Oh, that's where shame comes in.

Me? Yes. Your hotel.

Now, where would you recommend that's a nice, warm, lazy place

for a second honeymoon, eh? Barbados?

Barbados is lovely.

Jim, I want to talk.

I want to talk about us.

I've made plans for us. A second honeymoon.

You told me you'd stop drinking.

I have! Champagne doesn't count. Now, darling, where should we go?

There is just no point in trying to start again.

You and I just aren't suited.

Don't be so silly, Paula. A few rars don't mean anything.

No, Jim.

Jim, you've had too much to do.

I haven't sake.

Don't nag me.

I'm only trying to help.

He won't help yourself. He won't even let the doctors help you.

I don't need any help. I'm perfectly all right.

How do you know if you won't even see the psychiatrist?

Oh, back on that, are we? Poor old Jim's mad.

You would be locked away in a mental home.

He's not fit to run the papers. Everything's his fault.

It must be.

Oh, yes. He's only a fair. He's not good enough for the hearts.

God, you're incredible.

And you, Jim, are your own worst enemy.

What's wrong?

You know, Paula,

when something's not right,

don't be afraid to let it go.

Don't be afraid to end it

whilst you're still young

and confined to someone else.

But like once, Jim is

controlling the papers again

and feeling secure.

Please, don't fall into the trap

of staying together

for the sake of his children.

Oh, crap, dear.

No, no, no, no, no.

Do you have a feel that Grandie knows everything?

She's a wonderfully wise old brother.

She told me I'd come back to live in Yorkshire.

I had the feeling she knew about us.

She told me to end my marriage

before it was too late to marry again.

We mustn't disappoint her.

I've tried talking to Jim.

He won't listen. He just won't face the facts.

I'm afraid you're wasting your time trying.

Paula, it's time to get legal advice.

I'll talk to Henry Rossiter.

Look, there's Grandie.

I always feel closer to Paula

when I'm up here.

He wrote me a letter just before he...

before he killed himself.

I came up here the day I received it.

Don't stay too long, Grandie.

No.

It's time to go.

This is art. It is nice to see you again.

Good morning.

Douglass.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Grandie.

Grandie.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Grandie, it's me.

I've waited for you.

I'm here now.

I asked you to hold my dream.

But you must also have a dream.

Of your own.

Paula.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Grandie.

The peace of God will pass his all understanding.

Keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God and of his son, Jesus Christ our Lord.

The blessing of God Almighty, Father, Son, the Holy Spirit.

Be among you and remain with you always.

I am a littleBrien' and a beautiful bastards, even the animals of Peterne.

Find the

Ramos Black.

For as much as it has been, for my birthday,

the day comes to himself so little the longeryoungs will ever go to the shoppingand.

I am here to show Emma the other part.

She is there for a bit of body.

I am a concert hall.

I am a concert hall.

I am here to show you how to find her.

I am here to see her.

I am here to see her.

I am here to find her.

I am here to see her.

I am here to see her.

I am here to find her.

I'm

I thought any more about selling her some Belgravia.

I haven't got it yet.

Now then she always said it was for you.

Oh, mother.

Hello, OK.

Daddy's already in.

I'll see you on this.

Of course, yes.

Yes, you will.

She also said that I was to get the New York apartment,

which I must certainly intend selling.

Investing the money in a stone walk?

Come on.

The last time I saw Emma, she said she wanted no long faces,

no sad songs after she was dead.

She said she'd known the best and the worst

in her extraordinary life and that not been one dull moment.

Now before I proceed, I would like

say that I personally mourn a very dear friend, who

was the most remarkable person I've ever known.

Now I'll keep this all informal.

Since you all know the contents of her will,

she gave the full details last year.

Her children, Edwina, Kit, Robin, and Elizabeth

will continue to receive the income

from the trust funds she set up for them.

The trust that Emma Hart created for her grandchildren

have also not been changed.

However, just before her death, Emma added five coddersils.

I will read them.

Coddersil one, I do get to shame O'Neill,

the sum of 1 million pounds in the form of a trust fund

and the diamond ring given to me by his grandfather, Blackie.

Coddersil two, I give to my great-neve you Winston Hart,

the sum of 1 million pounds in the form of a trust,

and Heron's nest, my house of Scarborough.

To Winston, I also give 35% of the shares

in my new Canadian newspaper company

consolidated international.

Coddersil three, two Jim Ferley, husband of my granddaughter,

Paula.

I give 5% of my shares in my new Canadian newspaper company,

Coddersil four.

I give to my granddaughter, Paula McGill,

60% of the shares in my new Canadian newspaper company.

Coddersil five, I have decided that the properties bought

for me by Paula McGill should rightfully

go to his only child.

I therefore give to my daughter Daisy, my house in Belgrade Square,

and my duplex apartment in New York.

Just a minute.

I'm going to contest this will.

Please be so kind as to sit down, Jonathan.

I've not finished.

Dad?

Don't you have anything to say about this?

I realize that Jonathan and Sarah may feel some disappointment,

and so I give to each of them any two paintings they wish

to select from my collection of French impressionists.

There's a final statement from Emma Hart.

Should any member of my family contemplate contesting this will,

I caution them not to do so.

Four doctors examine me prior to the drawing of the will,

and their affidavit state that I'm in excellent health,

mentally stable, and my faculties are unimpaired.

That is the end of her statement.

I was left to park having your apartment in the will

she drew up last year.

Not just a couple of paintings.

Jonathan's right.

She's dimmed his body in the house.

She ain't even family-worthy.

He's each other.

Come on, Jonathan.

How have you got this?

Where's Ben's number?

Shut up, all of you.

Just shut up.

She's only been dead for a few days,

and you behave like vultures.

Don't any one of you dare to even think about contesting her will,

because I'll fight you.

If it takes every penny we've got, I'll

make sure her wishes are abamed.

She did.

She did.

There's bloody women.

The order does far nothing irregular in the books,

but Jonathan wouldn't be stupid enough to steal from his plate

and leave.

However, he is cheating hard and fragile.

Then John Cross was right.

Yes, it seems so.

Jonathan turned down several deals, which were later picked up.

I stoned all the property.

And those would have been right for heart.

Of course, Jonathan could say that in his judgment,

they weren't right.

You have to catch him red-handed.

Set a trap for him.

With a bait.

A property deal.

I know just the man.

Malcolm Fering.

Jonathan isn't your real wife.

You and Jim had so much when you started.

What happened?

Me.

I became Emma Hart.

I was a little bit older than Jim.

Me, I became Emma Hart in his eyes.

Emma's a splendid person to be.

Not if you think she ruined your family.

Not if you resent your wife becoming.

Well, Jim, so talented.

And so blinker.

As managing director and editor-in-chief,

you control the papers anyway.

So why do you want shares?

For my children.

But they'll get Paula's shares.

Jonathan, either you want to sell or you don't.

You interest me, Jim.

You were very angry when you only got 5% of the Canadian company.

You were even angry when you felt you'd been cheated by those bloody women.

All right.

The shares will have to be valued by our accountants and then...

I want the steel-kept private.

I can't sell without the boards approval.

The family would have to know.

Including Paula.

Forget it.

I can't sell this place.

Blackie built it.

My father grew up here.

I was born here.

I bet I can still beat you down the banisters.

Don't you dare.

I win my default.

Oh, this always seems so big to me.

I adored you even then.

I want to live here with you, Shane.

Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.

You haven't actually met Malcolm, have you, Paula?

No.

But we have spoken on the telephone.

This is fairly.

Hello.

Are you getting anywhere with Jonathan?

I've had two meetings with him in the past ten days.

He keeps putting me off. He won't make a decision.

But the deal is perfect for hard enterprises and Jonathan knows it.

Sounded really good to me.

So why is he stalling?

Because he doesn't want to lose it and he wants to make sure it's exactly right for Stonewall properties.

I'm positive that's it.

He's checked on my company and on the property too.

Would you force his hand, play a bit desperate next time you meet him?

Oh, would that seem unlikely?

No, I don't think so.

I'll tell him I have to have immediate action.

You're putting pressure on me, Mr. Perrin.

And I can't make a deal under those circumstances.

You've had two weeks.

I hardly call that pressure.

But I do need a decision today.

I can't hold the property for you any longer.

Oh.

Are you saying you're pulling it?

Afraid so.

I'll have to look for action elsewhere.

Oh.

That's a pity, really.

This would have been a good deal for hard enterprises.

And I'm very grateful you thought of us.

Did you see?

I just can't handle it at this particular time.

No, I have to pass.

I'm sorry, old chap.

I'm sorry too.

Mr. Perrin, it's Miss Cross.

Morning, Mr. Perrin.

Morning.

Your phone call intrigued me.

So, what can I do to help you, Mr. Cross?

As I told you, I'm in proper development.

I'm always open to an interesting deal.

Naturally.

And do you have something you want to interest me in?

No, Mr. Perrin, you have something I'm interested in.

I think there must be some mistake somewhere.

We don't have anything special on our books at the moment.

Well, there's that prime piece of property in Mayfair.

The one you were negotiating with hard enterprises.

Not true.

I wish it were.

I heard on the real estate grapevine that hard enterprises fell by the wayside.

That the negotiations were broken off when they decided to pass.

I know that property. I know you were looking for four million.

I have that money available.

What's the proposition?

Mr. Perrin.

I'd look foolish if I continued to deny it, wouldn't I?

You're always looking for trouble.

Insisting we've got difficulties when we haven't.

You're the one who left the narrative of Bert Knoll.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

You're the one who left the narrative of Bert. Not me.

Because of you, we've only got half a marriage.

But I'm prepared to live with it.

We have no marriage at all.

We do have two children there.

And I'm prepared to share the same house as you for their sake.

And talking of houses, I intend to move us all back to Long Meadow.

It's my house, my home, and my children are going to be brought up there.

Jim, I want a divorce.

Well, I don't. And I'm never going to agree to one.

And if you try to get a divorce, I shall fight you for custody of my children.

They're going to stay with me.

Children need their mother.

Well, of course they do.

Now, why don't you stop all this nonsense and make an effort to patch up our marriage?

I'm willing to try.

Jim, there's nothing left between us. Let's end it now.

I've spoken to Henry Rositor and there is no reason at all why we cannot have an amicable divorce.

There will be no divorce.

And I've been thinking about this new Canadian company.

If you persist in this ridiculous idea of a divorce, I'll settle in Canada.

I'd enjoy running the Toronto Sentinel. And naturally, I take my children with me.

Jim virtually threatened to take them out of the country to Toronto if you don't do as he wishes.

Isn't that so, darling?

More or less.

If any Rositor says it by making children wards of court, one prevents their removal to another country by a disgruntled parent.

Yes. I know what it means, Daddy.

I just don't think Jim would grab the twins.

I... I believe Jim would accept a settlement.

If it were hefty enough.

It's not money you want, Daddy. Jim wants everything that the Fairleys ever heard.

Oh, more precisely. Everything that he believes that Emma Hart took from the Fairleys.

Look, aside from myself, only two people knew about the Mayfair deal, you, David, and Jonathan Ainsley.

And when I started negotiations with Jonathan, I told him the deal was strictly confidential and must remain so.

Yes, but how do we know that he didn't tell anyone?

Well, it's his purpose to keep it secret because he wanted to pass it on to Stonewall.

So, in Sebastian said that he'd heard on the grapevine about the deal.

You knew he was lying.

Exactly.

But that's not really enough to hang Jonathan, is it?

No. I'm afraid not.

But wait.

When I told Sebastian that I didn't think Stonewall was big enough to handle the Mayfair deal,

he began to boast about all the big deals he had pulled off.

Finally, he gave me this list.

I checked with those companies, and originally every one of them wore on the books at Hart Enterprises.

I recognize these names, Malcolm.

I think we've got enough to challenge, Jonathan.

Let me tell you something else I found out.

Sarah Lauter is involved with Stonewall.

Sarah?

Ah, Jonathan.

And is he new to report?

No, the property market's very quiet at the moment.

Even Stonewall?

Stonewall.

I don't believe I've heard of them.

But your partner, Sebastian Cross, runs it.

What on earth are you babbling on about, Emily?

Stonewall is owned by you and Sebastian Cross.

And Sarah has invested a great deal of money in it.

What's wrong with investing money in stone?

Shut up, Sarah.

Cross owns it.

Along with a number of straw men put in there by you, Jonathan.

You've been channeling real estate deals intended for Hart Enterprises into your own company.

You've lost us an enormous amount of highly profitable business.

Just try to prove it.

It's all here, Jonathan.

All the evidence I need against you and Sarah.

You always hated us, David Aemoree.

Just as you hate my father.

And poor Sarah's father.

Yes, poor Sarah, indeed.

You've been duped.

He's taken you for a ride, Sarah.

Jonathan.

I don't know.

Just shut up, Sarah, and let me do the talking.

Oh, you bastard.

You want it all, don't you?

For Paula.

You want our shares, our jobs.

You're fired.

Oh, you can't fire me.

I'm a shareholder in this company and I have a right.

As managing director, I have extraordinary powers.

I can do practically anything I want.

I can hire, and I can fire, and I am firing you.

And you, Sarah.

No behavior has been just as shoddy as Jonathan's.

But I haven't done anything wrong, Uncle David.

You invested in a company that was in direct competition with heart enterprises.

You've been disloyal and treacherous, Sarah.

But I didn't know what Jonathan was doing. I just made an investment.

I'm going to take this to my solicitor.

What you're doing is not legal.

And I'll get you, but if you bastard, get out.

And you too, you bitch.

I'll get you for this Paula fairly.

So, Bastille and I will bloody catch you.

Uncle David, what am I going to do?

I didn't know so.

I really don't know.

I'm against the boss, David.

And I certainly don't want to lose my children.

That won't happen, Jim.

You'll still be a member of this family.

I won't accept two million pounds.

And how much do you want?

Money doesn't interest me.

Then what does?

The newspapers.

There are other shareholders as well as Paula and me.

I'm not sure they'd go along.

The newspapers are worth millions.

Yes.

They were when the fairies owned them.

I'd be prepared to transfer our shares.

You could offer to buy the others out.

I guarantee they'd sell to me.

Emily and Winston put it.

Once they know Paula's happiness is involved.

I'm sure Sarah and Jonathan won.

But the shares the four of you earn

will give me full control as majority shareholder.

I'd like Henry Rossiter to draw up a letter of agreement

between us, David.

Once I've got that, I'll start to boast proceedings.

I wish you were coming to Capdon T. Paula.

Easter won't be the same without you.

I'm sorry, Emily.

Citex problems again.

I just have to go to New York.

Thank you, Beth.

The letter of agreement won't be ready to later this evening, Jim.

No problem.

Just but if we wait for the documents from Henry Rossiter,

we'll miss the flight to Nice.

Never mind. We'll go down tomorrow Saturday.

My secretary can't get seats for either of those days.

Easter holidays, you know?

Look here, why don't we sign the letter of the letter of the letter?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Easter holidays, you know?

Look here, why don't we sign the letter of agreement after the holidays, huh?

No, I'd prefer to have everything signed tonight as we agreed.

Well, perhaps we can get out on Sunday.

No, I have a much better idea.

I'll fly us both down in the new plane tomorrow.

All right.

I'll let the family know when we're arriving.

British Airways announced the arrival of their Concord Flights,

the VA 193 from London.

Father, have you ever seen a miracle worker?

Yes, isn't it?

Jim will have signed the agreement by now.

Oh, no!

I'd be a fireful divorce after Easter.

I want us to be married as soon as possible.

Who's set away?

We'll divide our time between London and New York.

We'll keep this old place for weekends when we're here, yes?

And then there's Yorkshire.

I want the children to grow up there.

And we're going to travel together, actually be in the same place at the same time.

It'll mean juggling schedules.

Oh, I'm very, very good at juggling.

I do love you so.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Taking a cab,

taking my Item,

the diploma

will help you

And this is just the first morning of a whole life together.

I mean, I'm going to be woken up like this every morning.

Well...

Good. I shall throw away my alarm clock.

Not... Not... Not... I... I can't guarantee I'll be this regular.

Yes, you can.

You're perfect.

True.

And so modest.

Hello.

Yes?

Yes?

Winston?

How are you, old chap?

Yes.

Right.

Yes, thanks, Winston. I... I'll call you back later.

Well, it's the last time I ever asked you to make the coffee.

What's wrong?

Please tell me what's happened, Shane.

That was Winston alive.

It's been some bad news.

Not my children.

No, no. Lauren and Tessa are perfectly fine.

Then what is it?

It's been an accident.

A fatal accident.

Your father.

No.

No, not daddy.

Jim's plane crashed in the mountains above Nice.

Earlier today.

Jim was killed too.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Jim.

No.

No.

No.

Darling.

I'm sorry.

I can't better be touched by anyone.

You can't isolate yourself, Paula.

I only wanted a divorce from Jim. I didn't want him to die.

Whatever you want.

Whatever you feel, it won't bring them back, darling.

They're gone.

We grief for them. We remember them. But life is for the living, Paula.

How do you go on? Without daddy, how do you?

I've had 30 years of happiness.

I'm lost now and dreadfully only.

There's a big hole of gap.

I miss him in every way.

But I remember being happy.

And that comforts me a little.

Yes, but you deserve to be happy now.

So do you.

No. I killed them.

Paula.

They should have been safely in France with you.

But because of me, because of what I wanted, they stayed behind.

They should be alive now.

You were about to divorce Jim. You can't let his death come between us.

But he would have been alive if I hadn't.

There's no life for me without you.

One day perhaps you'll find someone else.

And you?

I have my work.

Work isn't enough.

Yes, it is.

It has to be.

I owe it to Grandie and the family.

Holding her dream.

Yes.

Have you forgotten the last thing she said to you, Paula?

She said to have a dream of your own.

It's a harsh world now, it is showing no longer a place for dreams.

I can't stand this. I've got to go.

I have nothing without you.

I don't think I'll ever know a piece of mind again.

All she thinks about is work.

Would you know she hasn't cried once since it happened.

I think it's guilt.

Herringbone jacket, striped suit, plaid shirt.

Guilt because she was with me at the time of the accident.

How do you fight something like that, Emily?

I just wish she'd let her grief out like Daisy.

How do you win, Steve?

Oh, it might be Skye.

Hi, Skye. Hello, Emily.

Hi, Emily, elevator.

Hello, Shane. Hello, Skye.

It's all fixed, Shane.

Your book told my uncle flight tomorrow.

Great, thanks, Miss.

I couldn't believe it when you called and said you were moving back to England.

A sudden decision.

Now, anyone like a drink?

We've got to get back to the apartment.

I booked the table for eight o'clock, so we'll see you guys later.

It's all right. We'll see ourselves at all.

Bye. Bye. See you later.

Bye.

What's happened?

I thought I couldn't bear to be near her.

Truth is, I can't bear not to be near her.

I'm going to miss you, Shane.

You've been such a good friend to me these last months.

We've helped each other to limp along, haven't we?

Very grateful to you, Skye.

I'll be commuting every few weeks.

I'll call you when I come back.

I'll call you when I come back.

Thank you.

Try not to worry.

I'm sure everything's going to work out with you and Ross.

But your divorce is final now.

I thought we were going to get married.

Which, full thinking on your part?

And what about Jennifer?

What about her?

She's your child, Ross.

Ah, but is she?

I've never been too sure of that.

She's the spitting image of you.

And there's the blood test.

Anyway, you know I haven't looked at another man for the past four years.

Oh?

You've been looking at one lately?

Shane O'Neill.

Since you're sleeping with him, I suggest you lead him to the altar.

I'm not having an affair with him.

I'm not having an affair with Shane.

All right.

I did go to bed with him in London once, but it didn't work between us.

Shane's in love with someone else.

He's not available.

Neither am I.

Why?

Because I don't love you.

You don't turn me on anymore.

This was for you, for the child.

You receive the same amount every month through my lawyer.

I don't want it.

I can support our child.

I don't need your money.

It's only you I want.

That's too high a price for me.

Thank you, Ross.

I would like you to go ahead and purchase these stocks.

It is a good investment.

I'd appreciate your advice on another matter, if you've got a few minutes to spare.

Of course. How can I be of help?

With my side ex, Cherz.

Should I sell them?

But yes, but only to my client.

Naturally.

But I do feel a little funny about selling to an anonymous buyer.

I promise my client complete confidentiality.

I can't reveal the name.

Why not?

I am expressing an interest in selling.

I'm sure it's not Getty.

Or Standard Oil.

No, it's not.

Then it has to be one of the middle-sized companies.

Is it international petroleum, perhaps?

Not even close, Paula.

Come on, Ross. You can tell me.

I really am serious about unloading side-text.

All right, it's milk Jackson.

Of Tenor.

He already owns a large block of side-text stock, and with your 42% it should give him.

Real clout in the company.

You always have this urge to finish my sentences, don't you?

Well, will you sell to him?

I may.

Would you like me to arrange a meeting with milk Jackson?

Yes, I would.

It is my duty to inform you, Dale, and my fellow board members

that I intend to sell my side-text stock.

How much it is?

Why all of it, Mariette. The entire 40%.

Uh, just a minute.

And I intend to sell it immediately.

I'll buy it from you, honey.

Oh, but I already have a buyer, Mariette.

Who?

I think we should know who the buyer is.

Milk Jackson of Tenor.

You can't sell to him.

I'll match his offer.

I'll better it, honey.

I'm not trying to raise the price of my stock.

I want to sell to milk.

He'll be good for this company.

New blood.

He already only shares his side-text.

If you sell to him, you'll be virtually giving him control of the company.

That's right.

I'm aware of that, Dale.

Your grandfather, Paul McGill, founded this company with my uncle.

And now you want to give it to a pirate like Jackson?

Well, I won't let you.

You can't force me to do anything, Mariette.

However, gentlemen, perhaps I could offer you an alternative to milk Jackson.

What alternative?

Me.

I won't sell my stock.

I'll hold on to it if certain conditions of mine are met.

And what are they?

I have three.

You must guarantee me a stronger voice than the side-text board.

I insist that the North Sea operation continues,

and Dale's contract must be renewed immediately.

This is blackmail!

Goddamn it, she didn't blackmail the poor, Dale.

I wouldn't say that, Ross. That's life, business.

If this gets out, I'm going to look like the biggest idiot on Wall Street.

Imagine a shrewd hard-ass banker being taken by a slip of a girl, Jesus Christ.

It's not going to get out, Ross. Now calm down.

I'll tell milk Jackson she reneged. I hope he buys it.

I can't afford to lose him as a client, or ten oils a corporate accountant.

I'll back you all the way. Now just remember, huh?

You can't be held responsible for a woman changing her mind.

I'm expecting her a little later this afternoon.

Hey, Ross. Bye-bye.

Thanks, Joe.

Come in.

Hello, Mrs. Fairley.

Hello, Bob.

I'll tell Mr. Nelson you're here.

Yes, Bob.

Miss Fairley's arrived, Mr. Nelson.

Yes, send her in, please.

Yes. Will there be anything else?

No, that's all. Thanks. Good night.

Good night. See you tomorrow.

Mm. Paula.

Hello, Ross.

Over here.

Sorry to be late. I got, um, held up at the Fifth Avenue store.

Oh, don't worry about it.

You wanted to talk to me about some investments of mine.

Is there a problem?

No, no, no. I just thought we should have a drink.

I haven't planned to stay very long. I have masses of work I have to clear up tonight.

Well, I'm sure you have time for one drink.

All right. I'll have a perrier.

Thank you.

You certainly shoved it to the side text for him.

Here's to you. Congratulations.

I suppose you're mad because I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

Congratulations. I suppose you're mad because I'm not selling my stock to milk Jackson.

Oh, I'll ensure prerogative milk Jackson's not going anywhere.

He'll always buy you out.

Yes, I'm sure he will.

But you must remember, I never said I would sell to milk Jackson.

And I do appreciate your advice in this matter.

Oh, that's what I'm here for.

Let's get on with our business, Ross. I'm pressed for time.

In a minute. I was hoping you'd have dinner with me.

I'm sorry, Ross. I really do have to go.

Oh, get off. What are you doing?

No! No!

You're so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Listen, sir. It's your day.

Stop it. Stop it.

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

Look! Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Pull it.

Pull it.

Is something wrong?

Sorry, I've been crying.

It's nothing wrong with crying.

You've bottled it up for far too long.

I think deep down you felt it was your fault.

But Jim and your father's death had nothing to do with you.

It was an accident.

I know.

Oh, my God. What happened?

Ross Nelson tried to rape me this evening.

What? What? They're dreadful! I'll call a doctor at the police.

No, no, no. Emily. Come here.

It was disgusting.

Some other awful violence made...

Oh, you're right.

I've got to forget about the past.

I can't explain it.

I can.

You must learn to stop punishing yourself.

That's what Shane said to me.

He was right. He loves you.

I thought you were in New York.

Oh, I came back yesterday.

I see.

What have you done to your face?

I fell. It's nothing.

What are you doing out here?

I came looking for you.

Yes?

Would you give me the ring black he gave to Emma?

Emma really should have left it to you.

No. No, she meant it for you.

I'm not asking you for the ring simply as a gift, but as your future wife.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Shane.

Oh, the dream. Don't let it go.

I'll try to fill it, and it will grow.

It has such power if you believe.

It is your life, your destiny.

They're on their job, and lonely nights.

But never doubt your heart is right.

And you will wake in love with all we tend to be.

And you are bound to hold that dream.