All language subtitles for Hold The Dream, Part 1

(slow dramatic music)

(light gentle music)

- Is it my imagination or is there peace?

- There is peace.

Oh, please.

Hello my poppet.

- Hello.

- You can look after
your little sister today.

Hang on, hmm.

Grandy says she's gonna be
the maverick of the family.

- Aren't all the Harte women?

(baby crying)

- Excuse me!

Mrs. Fairley, Mrs. Emma Harte's
on the telephone for you.

- Won't be a minute Jim.

- [Jim] There we are.

Come here you rascal.

- Morning Grandy.

- Paula, I want you to cancel
that trip to London today.

I need to see you this morning,

10 o'clock here at Penistone Royal.

- Grandy, is there something wrong?

- No, no, of course not.

I just wanted to discuss the
cross situation with you.

- All right, I'll be there at 10.

- Emma's up early this morning.

- I'm awful sorry Jim,

I won't be able to meet with
you in London this evening.

Grandy wants me--

- Well for heavens sake darling,

I booked a table at Annabel's tonight.

It's not often I get the
chance to take you out

on the town these days.

- Well she wants to see
me about the Cross deal.

The takeover is important you know.

- Well, there's no point
fighting Emma's wishes.

(solemn music)

- [Hilda] Hello Miss Paula.

- [Paula] Good morning Hilda.

- [Hilda] How are the twins?

- [Paula] Oh they're wonderful, thank you.

- Your grandmother's
in the upstairs parlor.

- [Paula] Thanks Hilda.

(clock chiming)

(door clanking)

- 10 o'clock.

- You sounded a bit worried Grandy.

- No, but I have changed my
mind about the Cross deal

in one respect.

- Oh?

- I want you to go to the final meeting

and conclude the deal.

- But that's this afternoon.

- Oh, what does that got to do with it?

You know this deal as well as I do.

You've been with me every step of the way

on the Cross negotiations.

You've been to every
meeting I've had with him.

- Yes, but Grandy, you did it all.

- No buts Paula, no doubts.

I trained you.

Don't you think I know what I've created?

Oh you'll have no problems
with John and Sebastian Cross.

You know all the intricacies of the deal

and everything's been agreed upon already.

- Why aren't you doing it?

- Because I think it's about
time you got your feet wet.

- We want you financing.

We don't want to be taken over

and thrown out of our own company.

That's not what we had in
mind when we came to you.

- Exactly, you came to us,

we didn't seek you out.

And Harte Enterprises never invests

in companies that are in trouble.

We take those over, reorganize them,

and put them under new management.

We're not interested in financing

other people's continuing disasters.

- I've been thinking.

I have a solution.

Harte Enterprises can buy
52% of Cross Communications.

That gives you the control
you insist on having,

you can put in you management--

- Dad, what are you saying!

That's going to leave us out

in the bloody cold for Christ's sake!

- Sebastian please!

Let me finish for once in my life!

- Mr. Cross, I must point out yet again,

that it must be a full buyout,

100% or nothing.

- That's the old monster
talking again Dad.

Emma Harte.

Don't deal with them.

They're vultures, both of them.

- I clearly recall our
previous meetings Mr. Cross,

and my grandmother always made
it absolutely clear to you

that she was only interested
in Cross Communications

if she took it over and owned it 100%.

Now you have reneged on the deal.

- That's not fair.

- Fair?

Harte Enterprises is prepared
to pay two million pounds

for Cross Communications.

It's more than fair,
it's downright generous.

We seem to have nothing further

to say to each other Mr. Cross.

- If, and I say if we do
decide to accept your offer,

can my son and I remain with the company?

- I'm sorry.

- I would be willing to stand aside,

but would you please reconsider

your decision regarding Sebastian?

- No.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you Emily,

but you'll have to stay here.

- But why Grandy?

I thought you were pleased with the way

I've been handling things in Paris.

- I was.

Very pleased.

But I want you to start working
a general retail trading.

You see Emily, I shall want you to run

that division for me, eventually.

- Are you serious?

- Oh Emily, what a stupid question.

When have I ever joked about my business?

- Sorry Gran, but I thought--

(door clanking)

- The deal blew up in my face Grandy.

John cross reneged on everything

that had been verbally agreed between us.

I'm so mad I could spit.

- Don't look so anguished.

After all, it's only a business deal.

- Yes, but I know how much you
wanted Cross Communications.

- Well, chalk this one up to experience.

- Ah, he'll come crawling
back to you, of course.

He's got nowhere else to go for the money.

What will you do then Paula?

- I should tell him to go to hell.

I don't trust him Grandy.

- Good girl.

My sentiments exactly.

(horn honking)

- [Paula] Wasn't that Anthony?

- [Emily] Yes, he came in
from Ireland yesterday.

- It wasn't Min with him, was it?

- No it wasn't.

It was Sally Harte.

Didn't you know?

They're having a thing.

And Grandma approves.

- Approves?

You must be joking.

- I'm not.

Anthony wants a divorce from Min.

Aunt Edwina is absolutely furious.

- I'll bet she is.

- Is there anything about this
family that you don't know?

- Not much.

- You've got a regular
nose for news Emily.

You better come and join The Gazette.

On the Gossip page.

(women laughing)

(shouting in distance)

(slow paced music)

- I could never live in the city Jim.

(tense music)

Hello.

I thought you're in New York?

- No, I've been here for several days.

I had to come and see
Grandpop's and Winston.

- He's moving out.

Leaving me alone with the house.

- [Jim] Where are you moving to?

- Oh, I've been spending
so much time in New York

I bought an apartment there.

- But you always use
Grandy's New York apartment.

- I need somewhere more permanent.

O'Neill hotels has gone
into an expansion program.

And we're not only building
the place in Manhattan,

we're looking for sites in
Los Angeles and Miami as well.

- Can I print that?

- Talk to Grandpops.

(Emily clears throat)

- Winston and I have
something to tell you.

We became engaged last night
with Grandma's blessing

and we wanted you to be the first to know.

- [Paula] Emily, that's wonderful news!

Congratulations!

Winston!

- [Winston] Thank you.

- Well this calls for a celebration.

Let's all go back to Long
Meadow and have some champagne.

- That is the best idea
you've had all day.

- [Emily] Oh, come on!

- I'll be there in a minute.

- Shane, you'll come too won't you?

- Of course he will.

- Oh yes, of course.

- See you there!

How'd you manage to keep it secret?

- Shane, you've built
hotels all over the world,

but you've always managed to
live in Yorkshire til now.

- I'm getting older.

I can't take the jet lag.

- It's Paula isn't it?

That's why you're going to the States.

- Has anyone else guessed?

- No, no.

But I know you like a brother.

- I didn't know I was in love with her

until she married another man.

I just can't live under
the same sky as her.

- [Everyone] Happiness!

- [Paula] Lots of luck.

- And to my best man.

- Mm, me?

Well yes, who else?

Wonderful!
- I should think so.

- [Emily] Now you'll have to
come back for the wedding.

- [Shane] Yes I shall.

- And will you be my matron of honor?

- [Paula] Lovely, of course.

- What a handsome quartet you'll make.

- Well, nearly.

- But of course.

- [Jim] Oh, I should've
said threesome, I'm sorry.

Have you fixed the date yet?

- Not definitely.

But in the summer, before
Aunt Emma goes to Capt on Tee.

- I'm not so sure she'll be
going to the villa this year.

Grandpop's is talking
about his plan again.

- Not his plan with a capital P?

- The very one.

- She's been saying no to
that for least 10 years.

- I wonder if she would leave the business

and go on a world trip with Uncle Blackie.

- Well I think she ought to.

- Yeah.

- My money's on Blackie.

- Oh, you want my help, why?

- Oh, because my morning you've made

New York City your own.

You know what makes it tick.

At least it's business and finance.

- We want to pick your brain
and use your connections.

(Emma giggles)

- I see.

Well, do continue.

- We're a foreign corporation

and New York's as tight as a drum.

We can't go in cold.

We need political connections,
help with a union.

- Oh yes, you'll certainly
need everybody in your corner,

and the only way to get
them in is through friends.

Friends with clout.

What's wrong with your law firm?

- Ah!

Too conservative my dear.

Good at real estate but no, no Irishness.

- Ross Nelson is the man you need.

He's a banker.

Head of a bank in fact.

But he has the best
connections in New York.

I'll call him on Monday.

- [Blackie] Thank you Emma.

- When are you leaving?

- Next weekend.

- Ah, I shall miss you Shane.

We all will.

- Indeed, indeed.

- Keep an eye on this
old scoundrel for me.

He's very dear to me.

- And to me Shane.

Oh, I'll look after him.

- Ah, sure, we'll be looking
after each other now.

We've been doing it for
over half a century.

It's a difficult habit to break.

- It's just as pity his memory is going.

- My memory is fine, I never forget...

What have I forgotten?

- Well you haven't mentioned
that plan of yours in months.

- And a fat lot of good it would do.

You're married to that
damn business of yours

and threatening to die with your boots on.

- Why don't you take some time,

just to enjoy yourself Emma.

Visit Australia.

You could see Paul's sheep stations.

- What a lovely idea Shane.

- What?

I've been asking you to come
on a world cruise with me

for years woman!

- I'm sorry Blackie,

I must've been thinking of
something else at the time.

- Emma Harte, would you come
on a world cruise with me?

- Yes, I'd love to Blackie.

- What?

What'd she say?

- Hearing going as well Blackie?

- God you're the most insufferable,

contrary, lovable woman in the world!

- Miss Sally and Lord Dunvale
have arrived Mrs. Harte.

- Oh thank you Hilda.

There'll be five for coffee then.

- [Hilda] Yes Mrs. Harte.

- [Emma] Give that to
Sally, will you Anthony?

- Yes, of course?

Would you like a Brandy darling?

- Oh yes please.

- I'm so sorry to hear about the

breakup of your marriage Anthony.

That's for Blackie.

Winston told me about
your troubles last night.

- Yes, it's a terrible mess.

But it's better that we end it.

I can't see the point in
going on torturing each other.

And a brandy for Sally.

- She is a lovely girl.

- We didn't mean to get involved, it just,

it just happened.

So hard when you think that

she's been under my nose all of my life.

- Yes, I know what you mean.

- Good morning Mrs. Fairley.

- Good morning John.

Thank you.

(horn honking)

(people chattering)

Morning Gaye, anything urgent?

- Morning Mrs. Fairley.

Only two and they're on your desk.

Oh, and John Cross just telephoned again.

- Did he now?

Then you'd better take
a reply straight away.

Dear Mr. Cross...

- Still sulking about
losing the Harte deal?

- I'll get even with that bitch.

She and Emma Harte are two of a kind.

- And you want to get even.

Have your revenge.

- I need a deal.

I need an income.

I'm short of cash.

The old man's cupped up all works.

He's lost his touch.

- Ah yes, the common touch.

So, you need money, you want revenge.

How would you like to be rich as well?

- What are you up to?

- A little redistribution of wealth.

- Whose wealth?

- Your father's,
(ominous music)

some of Paula's,

and Emma Harte's.

For starters.

- Come and have some tea with me Paula.

Just had a telephone call
from Dale Stevens in Texas.

More trouble brewing at Sci-Techs.

- Marriot Watson again.

- Mm-hmm, he's trying to poke holes

in the North Sea oil deal.

- Well how can he do that?

It's always been very successful for us.

- Yes, but Marriot Watson is a difficult

and devious as his Uncle Harry always was.

He could never acknowledge
that it was your grandfather

who made Sci-tech's oil the
great company it is today.

They're trying to maneuver us out again.

I can smell it.

I promised Paul

I would never sell the shares he left me

but sometimes I...

Aren't you due to go to
the New York store soon?

- Yes.

- Then I want you to go down to Texas

and make your presence felt.

Dale Stevens is a good
man, fine president,

but he's one against six.

Right now he needs your reinforcement.

- Of course I'll go to Texas Grandy.

- I thought we were building a skyscraper?

I mean, it's the middle
of Manhattan after all.

- Yes, well, the east 60s

are very elegant streets grandfather.

- I know.
- More traditional.

- [Shane] I wanted to capture that look

and fit in with the environment.

- Yes, yes.

I'm sorry, I see what you mean.

Well it's your company my
boy, and you're in charge.

- Yes.
(phone ringing)

But I always want you to be
part of it all Grandfather.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes, read it over to me.

(ominous music)

Right.

Telex them that I'll be at the meeting.

I'll be in New York by then.

Bye.

If you're not careful,
you're gonna rub a hole

in that thing Grandpop's.

- I want you back in
England next year Shane.

I forgot to tell you,

Sapphire Bow has qualified.

We're going to enter her
in the grand national.

- Would she have a chance?

- She's the best jumper I ever had!

All the breeding's there, all the stamina.

- Well, Emma would be thrilled
if the horse she gave you

won the grand national.

- Yeah, wouldn't she.

(footsteps approaching)

- What kind of a store
are you running here?

- Aunt Edwina, what a surprise.

- And I'm surprised the dress I ordered

weeks ago isn't ready yet.

I need it.

- Well let me check on it for you.

Hello Claire it's Mrs. Fairley.

Oh, it's about Lady Dunvale's dress.

Is there a problem with the alterations?

Thank you, I'd appreciate it.

It'll be ready in about half an hour.

It's just a little misunderstanding

between the alterations
room and the models room.

- Thank you Paula.

- Bye-bye.

- Was Anthony with you and Jim

at Longmeadow this past weekend?

Or was he at Penistone royal with mother?

And don't try to deny he was in Yorkshire,

because I know he was.

- Anthony wasn't staying
with us Aunt Edwina.

- Edwina!

He was with me.

(tense music)

Come into my office,
I want to talk to you.

- I might have known Anthony
would come running to you.

- I want to talk to you about Anthony.

- I refuse to discuss my son with you.

You're interfering as usual.

- And you Edwina are beginning

to sound like a broken record.

It is impossible to have
a decent conversation

with you about anything.

You're so,

defensive.

I'm an old woman.

I realize there will never be total peace

in this family of mine,

but I would like a bit of tranquility

for the rest of my life.

I think it's time we buried the hatchet.

Can't we try to be friends?

Well, if we can't be real friends,

can't, can't we at least have
some sort of relationship?

- I don't think so.

- You sadden me Edwina.

You make the same mistake
over and over again.

You threw away one of the most

important things in your life.

- What was that?

- My love for you.

- I don't believe this conversation.

You're incredible mother, my God.

It was you who threw me
away when I was a baby.

- I did not!

Don't you dare say that to me again, ever!

Do you hear me?

I put you in your Aunt Frida's care

because I had to work like
a drudge to support you!

Let me finish!

Don't make the same
mistake twice in your life.

Don't throw Anthony's
love away as you did mine.

- I know my son better than you do.

His behavior is unforgivable.

- Nothing is unforgivable.

Don't fight his divorce.

He hasn't been happy with Min for years.

And now he has found someone
who does make him happy.

- He has another woman.

- He's in love with Sally.

- That explains it.

You always wanted one of the
Harte girls to marry a title.

- You're a Harte yourself
or had you forgotten?

- I've forgotten nothing Mother.

- Stop thinking only of yourself Edwina.

Think of Anthony.

He needs your love and support

at a difficult time like this.

Not your animosity.

If you drive him away,

you'll end up a lonely old woman.

(slow paced music)

- This new range is a good idea.

- I'm pleased with them.

I wasn't sure you would be though.

- What a funny thing to say.

(phone ringing)

Your designs for the Lady Hamilton line

are always a sellout.

I've often told you how
much I admire your work.

Yes.

- [Jim] Hello darling.

- Jim, how are you?

- Bloody busy as usual.

Now darling, do me a favor would you?

I want you to lay out my
coat for this evening.

I want a shirt, tie, dinner jacket.

I'll be cutting things a bit fine

and we don't want to be late, do we?

- Jim, honestly darling,

couldn't you have rung up Parker?

- Oh nevermind, you phone him.

I haven't got much time.

- I'm also very busy today Jim.

- You haven't got newspaper
deadlines to meet, right?

I'll see you later, goodbye.

- Thank you Benson.

(door slamming)

Oh, happy birthday my darling!

- [Emma] Oh.

- Oh my. but you look wonderful.

Come here.

- Thank you Blackie.

Now, what do you want to drink?

- No, no, later, later.

Now, come here.

Sit down over here.

That's it.

Now close your eyes.

Come on.

And no peeking mind you.

Ah ah!

Now.

- Oh Blackie!

The moors above Fairley.

The top of the world where we first met.

- You won't be able to read this

without your glasses my dear,

so what I'll read it for you.

"To Emma Harte on reaching
her 80th birthday.

"With love, from her lifelong
friend, Blackie O'Neill."

And there's the date underneath.

- Oh Blackie!

My lifelong friend.

What a life we have seen.

- Do you remember that day Emma?

When you found me here lost on the moors?

Such a snippet of a little thing you were.

You know, I didn't doubt that you'd

be a grand lady one day.

But I don't mind confessing that I,

I didn't realize you'd be
quite as grand as you are.

You know Emma,

there was still that
snippet of a Yorkshire lass

that I've loved for 66 years.

- And you are just as full of
the blarney as you ever were.

- Special occasion Emma.

It demands a special place.

And I know this hotel has a
very special meaning for you.

- Indeed it has Blackie.

- I couldn't get your
favorite table my dear.

The one you were sitting at

when you first saw Paul McGill.

Nor the suite, but I
did manage to get this.

Come on.

- [Everyone] Happy birthday Emma!

(everyone applauding)

- You devil!

Why didn't you give me
any warning of this?

- Paula, Daisy, they would have killed me

if I just said a word.

(everyone laughing)

- I never realized I knew so many people

who could keep a secret.

At least from me.

(everyone laughing)

- It was very difficult Grandy.

- We couldn't let today go by

without doing something special.

After all, you're only 80 once.

- Thank God.

But what a lovely surprise darling.

- Have a special evening.

- Thank you.

Emily.

- Grandy, you look wonderful.

- We did it by morning.

God would you look at her.

Dispensing charm by the ladle full,

and you and your mother
thought she'd be upset.

- Thank you Uncle Blackie.

- Oh, it's nothing.

- Will you excuse me?

- Sure, sure.

Go on, go on, enjoy yourself.

- Grandpop's this is Skye Smith.

We met last year in New York.

- Skye Smith, what a beautiful name.

How do you do my dear?

- Hello Mr. O'Neill.

- Now you watch this old guy.

- Jaden Airport.

Yes, it's Yorkshire.

- She's worrying about Jim.

He's flying down in that old crate of his.

- I offered to buy him a Learjet.

We could use it as a corporate plane,

but he refuses.

- See Mama, she can be nice.

I must go and gonna say hello.

- Alright darling?

- Yes Daddy.

Jim took off on time.

- Well, how about a refill?

- Yes, I think I will.

- Many happy returns
of the day grandmother.

- Ah.

- Mm, don't you look gorgeous?

As usual of course.

- You always were a
flatterer Jonathan dear,

but thank you

- And you're looking
more beautiful than ever.

- Why thank you sir.

- Oh, I'm sorry you didn't
get Cross Communications.

That would have been a good deal for us.

Oh, and the building is
worth a million pounds.

I wasn't wrong in my evaluation.

- Well, you never are!

That's why I made you head
of the real estate division.

- Did Emma get in touch with that

wheeler dealer fella from
New York, what's his name?

- Oh Ross Nelson.

- Yes.

- Do you know him?

- No, no, I don't.

Only from the newspapers.

- Emily.

You know of everything that's
going on in this family.

- True.

- What have I done to upset Shane?

- You couldn't possibly upset Shane.

You two have been inseparable
since you were babies.

- Sorry I'm late darling.

I hit a bit of fog over the penthouse.

- I was getting a bit worried.

- Well let's grab a drink

and I better find Emma
and congratulate her.

- Min Standish, what's she doing here?

- I knew I'd find you
here with your mistress.

- Please Min--

- No wonder you didn't want me
at your grandmother's party.

- I've done nothing to keep you away.

- You should have brought me here!

Why is she here?

No, I'm staying!

I'm not missing this party.

- Min, how are you!

Come and say hello to Grandpops!

- [Min] No, I--

- [Shane] And I must introduce
you to my new girlfriend.

- [Min] But Anthony!

- Anthony, how did she know about us?

(lively music)

- You're not dancing tonight Grandy.

- I'm waiting for the waltzes.

- Well, when you've got to go--

- You've got to go.

- Excuse me.

- Don't be shocked Aunt Emma.

Nobody else knows.

Nobody.

Not even Paula.

- Thank God.

Poor Shane.

- I'll say this for Shane,

he certainly knows how to pick 'em.

- Yes.

If you like those sort of looks.

- I always thought that
you and Shane might,

well you're more his sort of person.

- Do you think he's serious about her?

- Oh no, I doubt it.

I think he's just sowing his wild oats.

Now when Shane gets married,

she'll have to be rich.

Very very rich.

Oh, and English.

(drum rolling)

(happy birthday instrumental)

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear Emma ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you ♪

(everyone applauding)

- You're on your own.

After three right?

- No, all right.

- One, two, three!

(everyone applauding)

(glass clanking)

- Thank you very much
for coming here tonight

to celebrate Mother's birthday.

And for keeping the secret.

Everyone wanted to pay tribute to Mother,

but since that's not possible,

I've asked Blackie to speak for us all.

Blackie.

(everyone applauding)

- Thank you Daisy.

Emma here thinks that

any speech is a humbug,

so I'm not going to make one,

so don't worry my dear.

But I would like to say just a few words.

(everyone laughing)

Tonight, we honor a great lady.

One who stands so tall

while she cowers above all of us.

She has left her imprint
on everyone here present

and we are all better
people for knowing her.

It has been the greatest privilege

of my life to be her friend.

So please, join me now in my toast to her.

To Emma,

who truly truly is a woman of substance.

To Emma.

- [Everyone] To Emma.

- I now give you our guest
of honor, Emma Harte.

(everyone applauding)

- Thank you all

for joining me on my birthday.

For all your lovely gifts
and flowers and cards.

And thank you for your
beautiful words Blackie.

(light gentle music)

In everybody's life,

there comes a time

when it is appropriate to step aside,

to let younger voices be heard,

newer visions to be seen.

Tonight is that time for me.

I am going and going willingly.

I decided tonight that
I had earned the right

to rest these tired old bones of last

and to relax for the
first time in my life.

And who knows, I might even get around

to having a little fun.

(everyone laughing)

Blackie and I are about to leave

on a trip around the world.

I have decided to spend the
rest of my days left of me

with my oldest, dearest,
and most trusted friend.

My son-in-law David has just become

the head of Harte Enterprises.

- [David] Emma.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you Emma.
(everyone applauding)

(slow paced music)

- The Harte department store chain

will now be run by my granddaughter Paula.

(everyone applauding)

I charge you

to hold my dream.

(triumphant music)

- What Emma was really saying is,

"I charge you to hold all my problems

"and to bloody well deal with them."

- Of course she was,
Grandy retired tonight.

I don't know why you're suddenly so angry.

You've always known I was
Grandy's heir apparent.

She brought me up to understand

that immense wealth and privilege

means immense responsibility.

- Well you're certainly gonna have that.

- Even before we became engaged,

you knew that I had to work.

Wanted to.

And Grandy's successor--

- The second Emma Harte
went into the business.

Spending all of her time in London,

Paris, bloody New York.

Wheeling and dealing,
playing the big tycoon.

- Oh don't be ridiculous!

I never put my job
before you and the twins!

Look Jim, we're living in the 80s.

Most women work today.

I can manage a career as well as a family.

It just needs a little give-and-take.

- Oh yes, on my part.

- Why are you taking this attitude?

- Because I want you with me in Yorkshire.

I want you there all the time.

- Oh Jim.

- Don't you still want me?

Don't you love me anymore?

- I love very much.

(dramatic music)

Jim, Jim wait a minute.

You always do this to me when we're in

the middle of a discussion.

You seem to think that sex is the answer

to all of our problems.

- [Jim] We haven't got any problems.

- How can you say that!

When you're the one that
brought all this up about Grandy

handing me too much responsibility?

- Oh it's all right.

We'll manage.

We're careful.

- [Paula] All right!

I want us to finish a discussion.

It is very important.

- Oh God.

I'm in for one of your
analytical sessions are we?

Well I need another drink.

A large one.

(Skye moaning)

- Shane.

Oh Shane!

Your watch strap is cutting into my back.

- I'm sorry.

- I shouldn't have said
anything just then.

Where are you going?

I thought you were spending
the night with me Shane?

- I think it's better that I go.

- I'm sorry I ruined it for you.

- Look, it doesn't matter.

Honestly, it doesn't.

- It does matter!

Well, tonight finally proved
that you can't make it with me

because you're in love with someone else!

I think you're a bastard for
using me the way you have.

- I haven't used you.

- No?

- There's never been any strings attached

to our relationship.

That's the way you wanted it.

- Because I knew that
was the way it had to be!

I'm only an outsider,

I'm not part of the exclusive

and incestuous Harte and O'Neill clans.

- I'm sorry we're parting
on such a bad note.

- I'm curious about one thing though.

What makes you come crawling
back to my bed all the time

all hot and bothered and raring to go

when the only one you
really want is Paula?

Didn't she fancy one of the clan?

It was good enough for Winston and Emily

and now Anthony and Sally.

So what's so different...

Shane, I didn't mean that.

(birds chirping)

- Thank you Burt.

Is Mr. O'Neill packed already?

We're not leaving for another week.

- But do you think you should be going?

Well, he seemed a bit
frail to me this past week

while you've been in London.

- Frail?

He sounded all right on the phone.

Says he's fit as a fiddle.

- Yes, but he is 83.

Forgive me Mrs. Harte,

perhaps I shouldn't have said anything.

Mr. O'Neill's waiting for
you in the drawing room.

Thank you Mrs. Padgett.

- [Blackie] Emma, welcome.

Five minutes earlier you
could've spoken to Shane.

He just phoned me up from New York.

- Oh, how is he?

- Oh fine fine.

Come over and sit down.

And that fellow you introduced him to,

Ross Nelson has worked wonders for him.

- Ah, I'm so glad.

- Yes, opened up New
York in just two months.

Oh, a glass of wine my darling.

- Thank you.

(solemn music)

- Do you by any chance

remember the first party I held here?

- Oh yes.

You had just finished building this house

and you were so proud of it.

I had bought something
for you earlier that week.

Slow and sure.

Which

I intended to give you
that night at the party.

- Well, why didn't you?

What is it?

- Well, your brother Winston had told me

that you had become a millionairess

and as he talked so proudly
about your business successes,

well,

you seemed out of my reach Emma.

I was going to ask you to marry me.

- Oh Blackie.

- I lost my nerve.

But I want you to have
the ring now my dear.

It was always yours you know?

Come on.

- Oh no.

No, put it next to my wedding ring.

(light gentle music)

Oh we're, finally engaged.

- Let's just say we're engaged to be

the closest of companions
for the rest of our lives.

- Why that's a lovely
thing to say Blackie.

(Blackie clears throat)

- How are things in London?

- I felt a bit redundant
to tell you the truth.

They're all getting on
very well without me.

I could have retired years ago.

- We could have sailed around
the world 10 times by now.

You know Emma, our cruise means--

(Blackie grunts)

- What's the matter?

What is it?

Are you ill?

- Oh no, it's,

it's nothing, it's nothing.

It's just a twinge of--

Oh!

Indigestion.

I've been suffering from it lately.

(Blackie gasping)

- Oh, I'm going to ring the doctor

and then get you upstairs to bed.

- No Emma, no.

Please, come over and sit
beside me for a minute.

Please.

(Blackie gasping)

- Well what is it Blackie?

- All my life,

I've known you all my life.

We've been through so much together.

- I don't know what I would've
done without you Blackie.

- I'm sorry to have to leave you alone.

So terribly sorry.

I've always loved you my darling.

- And I've always loved you.

(somber music)

Blackie?

Blackie.

Goodbye my dearest friend.

Goodbye.

(Emma crying)

I'm the last one.

- Is it gone?

Yeah, okay.

All finished.

(baby's crying)

Yup, you finished first.

Oh dear, it's never enough is it?

Never enough, is it, is it?

(baby crying)

I'll go and see Daddy and then
we'll go night-night, okay?

Shall we.

All right.

I'll come back and help
you put them to bed Nora.

Hello darling.

- [Jim] Hello.

- Is something the matter Jim?

- No.

Heard from anybody today?

- Only Emily.

Why?

- No reason.

I just wondered, that's all.

- There is something wrong.

I know the signs.

I do wish you'd tell me.

- I suppose there's no
point in putting it off.

I've resigned as managing
director of the company.

Effective immediately.

- Why?

- I didn't like the job.

I never have.

I'm no good at administrative work.

I'm not interested in it.

- You're acting as if this doesn't matter.

As if it wasn't serious.

Perhaps left you staggered.

- And I'm filled with relief.

- Relief?

Shouldn't you be thinking about duty?

Responsibility?

- Oh come on.

Don't get so head up.

- Grandy put her trust in you.

Made you her managing director,

don't you feel you've let her down?

- No.

And I'm still going to be editor-in-chief

for two the most important
newspapers in the group.

- But who's going to run the company?

- Winston of course.

- You know perfectly well

that Winston doesn't want that job.

- Well neither do I.

- I do wish you would reconsider.

- Paula, my decision is absolutely final.

Being editor-in-chief

is what I do best.

And I enjoy it.

- Well Grandy always says it's important

to enjoy ones work.

- Oh, there's more to life than just work.

(light dramatic music)

- You have to see his point of view Paula,

he doesn't like the job.

- You don't like it
either but you'll do it.

- Ah, but when he was little,

he didn't spend his
summers at Harrens Nest

being put through his paces
by general Emma Harte.

(Paula laughing)

- Oh God.

Grandy's army camper at Scarborough.

Don't remind me.

I suppose,

I suppose that's the
reason we are what we are.

- Slaves to the work ethic one and all.

Emily, Sara,

Jonathan, Shane, me.

- Not me?

- Ah no, not you.

You're the genuine article.

Another Emma Harte.

- I'm hoping to go to
San Francisco next week

on a buying trip.

And then on to Canada to meet Winston.

- Why not New York Emily?

That'll be much more fun
and we can meet Shane.

- How is Shane?

(door ringing)

- I'll be right back.

Min.

- Winston, I'm sorry to drop in like this,

but I didn't know who else to turn to.

She is your sister, please
can you talk to her for me?

Ask her to leave Anthony alone.

- But Min, there's nothing I--

- Now I know that Anthony
and I can work out problems,

repair our marriage if
Sally's out of the picture.

Well please, can I come
in and talk to you?

I need your help!

- [Winston] Min, I'm
sorry you're so upset,

but believe me, there's
nothing I could say

to Sally or Anthony
that would much affect.

They're adults!

- Oh Anthony, I'm so glad to see you.

- What are you doing here?

Why are you following me?

- I'm not following you.

I came here to talk to
Winston about Sally Harte.

She's the one that's been causing me

all this pain and misery.

- Sally has got nothing
to do with your problems.

I've told you that.

- You stole my husband!

Why don't you get out of his
life and leave him alone!

- Min, please believe me,

you and Anthony had
already separated when I--

- You broke up my marriage, it was you!

- Our marriage was over and finished

a long time before I
fell in love with Sally.

- Love?

You mean sex.

- Stop making a spectacle of yourself!

You've been drinking again.

- Please.

Come back to the island with me.

- Min, maybe you and I
should get together tomorrow

for that talk, hm?

- [Anthony] I think it
would be wiser if you left.

- You've ruined my life,

but you'll never have the satisfaction

of marrying him!

I'll never divorce you, do you hear me?

I'll fight you!

- Don't threaten me Min!

I won't allow anyone or anything

to get in the way of
Sally's happiness or mine!

- [Daisy] Hello.

- You missed a great double
act from Noah and Tessa.

- [Daisy] Hello Hilda.

- [Hilda] Hello Miss Daisy.

- Hello Hilda.

- [Hilda] Paula.

- Hello Hilda, how are you?

- [Hilda] I'm very well Mr. Amory.

- And we thought it would be lovely

to spend the weekend here with you Mother.

- I can bring the twins
over tomorrow for lunch.

Jim's away in Canada Grandy.

- I don't like people going away.

- [Daisy] What darling?
(slow paced music)

- Your Father went back to Australia

in 1939.

I asked him not to.

If he'd stayed in London with me,

he'd of been alive today.

- Yes darling, I know.

- He wouldn't have had a car crash.

(horns honking)

(door buzzing)

- All right, all right, I'm coming!

Mr. Shane!

- Top of the morning
to ya Annie me darling!

- Oh, don't go wasting your
phony Irish charm on me.

It's the shirt you came for.

- Well aren't you me favorite mind reader.

- I'll go and get them.

Miss Sarah's in the drawing room.

- Sarah.

- Shane, hello.

- Hello Sarah.

I heard you might be here.

Is this a new collection?

May I?

My my.

I'm not sure your Aunt
Edwina would approve of that.

- [Sarah] You can't win them all.

- That looks like Emily.

Oh these are wonderful!

Really wonderful.

Congratulations.

So tell me, how's everyone in England?

- Grandmother's a bit down still,

but everyone else is great.

Paula's very happy,

but then, Jim is so nice.

- Yes.

- How's the hotel business

- Oh it's booming.

- I've been thinking about property.

As an investment.

- Really?

- Anything special in mind?

- Yes, office development in London.

It's been recommended to me.

Privately.

- There's a lot of money to
be made in that right now,

if you know what you're doing.

What you should do is talk to Jonathon,

he's the expert.

- Yes, yes I know.

(ominous music)

- Lamont saw my wife's
car parked over there.

He wondered what it was
doing so near the lake,

so he came to investigate...

- But before I reached Lady Dunvale's car

I saw something floating in the water.

Actually caught in those
brushes over there.

It was a body.

Her Ladyship.

(phone ringing)

- [Emily] Isn't that the phone?

- Oh, it's probably Jim.

Hello.

Who is it?

Aunt Edwina?

You're not very clear.

Is there something wrong?

- It's Min.

She's been drowned in the lake on Lachlan.

- I'm so sorry.

So very sorry Aunt Edwina.

- Paula, the police are here.

I don't know what to do.

They're questioning Anthony.

- You're not trying to
tell me that the police

think Anthony is involved

with Min's death are you?

- Yes.

- This is preposterous.

I mean why would he want to kill...

Look, when did Min drown?

- The police aren't sure.

Last night, sometime.

- [Paula] Where was
Anthony when it happened?

- I don't know.

Paula, I don't know what to do.

I'm so frightened for him.

- There's nothing you can do Aunt Edwina,

just stay calm and leave everything to me.

Oh, and leave this line open.

I shall ring you back shortly.

- Yes.

Yes, thank you.

- I'll call Daddy and then the paper.

Now why don't you go into
the kitchen and call Sally.

Don't tell her what's happened.

Just say it's a family crisis

and ask her to come over here, okay?

- Oh hello, this is Emily.

Could I speak to Sally please?

- Oh Grandy's going to be dreadfully upset

when she hears about it.

But I can't go over.

- [David] I think Daisy
ought to be with her.

- Oh that's a good thought, yes.

- [David] Anything else I can do?

- No, no.

Thanks, I can manage.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Paula] Hello Sam, Paula Fairley here.

- Mrs. Fairley.

- Sam, I'm calling about a family matter.

My cousin, the Earl of Dunvale

has had a terrible tragedy.

His wife has been found drowned

in the lake on his estate in Ireland.

- That is tragic.

I'll get one of my top writers

on to the obituary immediately.

- No Sam, I don't want
anything in the paper.

No obituary either.

- Well why not?

I mean, if the story's on the wires

the national press will be running it.

I mean we're going to look ridiculous

if we don't mention it.

- Sam, you know that Emma Harte

does not wish to read anything,

anything at all about her
family in her newspapers.

- But how's it going to look

if every paper in the country
but ours has got the story?

- Sam, if you cannot
respect Emma Harte's rules,

then perhaps you are working
on the wrong newspaper.

- I'm gonna call Jim
and Winston in Canada.

They run the papers, it's
their decision what we print.

- In their absence, and in
the absence of my Grandmother,

it is my decision and mine alone.

No story, no obituary.

- [Male] It's an odd
place for her Ladyship

to have parked the car at night.

- [Anthony] Lamont and I were wondering

if there was a prowler on
the estate last evening.

One that might've been after money.

- Why the motive wasn't
robbery your Lordship.

We found your wife's handbag in her car.

And her wallet was still full of cash.

- Then it must have been an accident.

- The lake's very shallow there sir.

You'd have to wade a very long way out

for it to be deep enough to drown.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- The Lachlan house.

Yes.

Yes.

Thank you doctor.

- Lord Dunvale, did you know your wife

was in the vicinity of Lachlan
house on Saturday night?

- No.

She had been living in
Waterford since our separation.

- So she didn't come up to the house?

- No, I was here all evening.

I dined with my Mother

and we had no callers.

- You had dinner about
seven, is that correct?

- Yes.

And at 9:30 I drove my Mother
home to the Dauer house

and I was back here by 20 minutes to 10.

- So you saw nobody else

after 9:30 last night until
breakfast this morning?

- That's right McNamara.

- Was that Dr. Brennan
on the phone Constable?

- Yes Sergeant.

The time of her Ladyship's death

has been fixed between
10:30 and 11 last night.

- No luck.

There's no reply from
Jim's or Winston's either.

I've left message for them both

to call here as soon as
they get back to the hotel.

- Oh I wish Winston were here.

I feel so helpless.

- It's going to be fine.

Paula's on top of everything.

- Please, don't go to
Ireland to be with Anthony.

You can't do anything constructive

and your presence there
could be highly inflammatory.

- I've no intention of going Clon Lachlan,

but I do think I ought to go to Ireland.

Or to Dublin perhaps.

- No, you can't go, you're staying here.

- But he needs me!

He's--

- Now listen to me, and
listen very carefully.

You cannot help Anthony,

but you could do him irrevocable damage

by showing up in Ireland.

If Anthony were suspected of murder,

you could be his motive.

Now you don't want to
put him at risk do you?

- Please, take her advice Sally.

Listen to your head, not your heart.

- All right, I'll stay.

- Good.

(door opening)

Jim you're back!

- Now why the hell do you threaten

to give my news editor the sack

if he didn't do as you told him?

- I didn't threaten to
sack Sam Fellows, Jim.

I merely reminded him of Grandy's rules

about the newspapers.

- Well you treated him in a
rude and high-handed manner.

- Why are you taking
his version of the story

as the gospel truth?

- Now Sam is one of the best
damn editors in the business!

I just spent the last hour
trying to placate him!

Trying to persuade him
not to bloody well resign!

- Maybe you should have let him go.

- Why?

- He seems to have
trouble grasping the fact

that Emma Hart owns the newspapers,

makes the rules.

He tried to break those rules on Sunday.

- You didn't handle Sam properly.

You should have told him to
have the obituary written

but to hold it until
he's spoken to either me

or Winston in Canada.

It was our decision Paula, not yours!

- No, in your absence it was mine.

I have Grandy's power of
attorney and Winston's,

to act on their behalf in an emergency.

- Wait a minute you, have
Emma's power of attorney?

- I asked Grandy to give it to you Jim,

but she thought that you wouldn't want it

since you'd resign as managing director.

Well you made it apparent
that you weren't interested

in the administration of the company.

- I see.

(tense music)

- You did resign of your own accord Jim.

- So I'm just another employee
of the Harte's it seems.

- Oh Jim, you know that's not true.

This whole thing with Sam Fellows

has been blown up out of
all proportion, and by him.

- I better get back to
my duties, haven't I?

(horn honking)

(sirens wailing in distance)

- Paula certainly has got her
hands full with this mess.

Even Emily was surprised
at the way she took charge.

Well she sorted out Edwina,

and Sally, and the newspapers,

and even arranged legal advice.

- Why is it always Paula
who has to do everything?

- Well, Emma did hand it over to her.

- The job Winston, only the job.

Not wet-nursing the whole clan.

- Well, I guess she happens
to be the strong one,

the one everyone turns to.

Wouldn't you?

Sorry.

Wrong question.

- I just wish I could help her.

- Well that should take
at least one or two weeks.

- [Paula] Another two weeks?

Does it always take as long
as that before an inquest?

- No, not usually.

- Well I shall be very
glad when this is over.

- Something else is worrying you.

- Jim and I always seem to be
at cross-purposes these days.

- In what sense?

- We see things quite differently.

He doesn't understand me.

- Is it serious?

- We do have our differences,
but I love Jim Daddy.

- Well, love isn't always enough.

You have to be able to live with somebody.

Day in, day out.

- We'll make it work.

Oh, there's Jonathan.

With Sebastian Cross.

- [Jonathon] I'll have a scotch I think.

- You know, I can't believe Sarah

came up with all that money.

So, how did you do it?

- Let's just say I discovered
Sarah's most vulnerable spot.

- You're a devious bastard Jonathan.

What's the secret?

- You study your victim,

you find the weakness,
then you exploit it.

What's your father's weakness?

- What?

- He's your victim.

Well?

- He's common.

No taste, vein,

not as bright as he thinks he is.

- Uh uh uh uh.

Those are just defects.

His weakness, my dear Sebastian, is you.

To Stonewall Properties.

- And father's weakness.

- But, why would he be having
lunch with Sebastian Cross?

- Well, they were at Eaton together

and they were friends then.

- But he knows that
Sebastian and his father

reneged on the deal Grandy made with them.

How can he still trust them?

- Well how do you know he does?

(suspenseful music)

- Emily I don't want you
to mention this to anyone.

I've got one of Grandy's
cold feelings about Jonathon.

I want to think about it.

Now, let's see these new lines of yours.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah.

- [Gaye] It's Mr. Stevens

calling from Texas Mrs. Fairley.

- Put him through Gaye.

Hello Dale, how are you?

- Well I'm sorry, but
I have some bad news.

One of our oil tankers
was loading crude oil

off the coast of Texas this morning

and there was an explosion
in the engine room.

Pretty bad explosion.

- No casualties I hope.

- I'm afraid we lost six of the crew.

Fire ripped through the vessel.

It's under control now, she
didn't go down thankfully.

- Dale, whatever else you do,

the families of the crew
must be taken care of.

Do everything you can for them.

Now, do you want me to fly over?

- Better let's see what
happens in the next 24 hours.

I'll stay in touch.

- Oh Dale, one other thing.

You haven't told me which tanker.

- It's Emma Three Paula.

(ominous music)
I'm so very sorry

it had to be that one.

- I see.

- Paul always had a tanker
called Emma in his fleet.

- We still have Grandy darling.

The Emma Three didn't actually go down.

- I launched the first Emma,

so many years ago.

- We'll have the Emma
Three and tip-top condition

in no time at all.

You mustn't fret.

You mustn't get yourself all upset.

- Oh stop mothering me Paula.

I get enough of that from Daisy.

All this role reversal
is getting on my nerves.

Now, what's...

What's his name?

- Dale.

- Dale, Dale.

What is Dale doing about
cleaning up the oil spill?

(light music)

(birds chirping)

(baby crying)

- We must be facing a
massive cleanup job Dale,

if we've lost one and a
quarter quarter million

gallons of crude.

- Yes, it's drifting in
the Galveston Bay already.

Sea birds and wildlife are threatened.

Also these shrimp breeding grounds.

God knows how much more
oil spill will wash ashore.

- Have you been in touch
with the insurance company?

- Yes, they estimate it
could cost us millions

to do a concentrated cleanup.

- Dale only four things are important.

The injured man, their families,

the wildlife, and the
good name of Sci-Techs.

The cost comes a bad last in my book.

- I agree, but I'm not
sure the board will.

Marriot Watson doesn't give a damn.

All he's interested in is the bottom line.

- Yeah.

- I think you better come over here Paula.

- Yes, between us we'll handle the board.

All right Dale, I'll fly
to New York tomorrow.

(ominous music)

Jim, what is it?

- Was it worth the bother of coming home?

- Darling, I'm dealing with an emergency.

I told you about the
explosion on the Emma Three--

- There's always an emergency with you.

And always the business comes before me.

- Oh Jim, it doesn't.

- [Jim] Psychologists call
it compulsive repetition.

- I beg your pardon?

- I said it's called
compulsive repetition.

- What does that mean?

- A pattern of behavior in someone

who's reliving the life of
a parent or grandparent,

repeating that life mistakes and all.

- Are you trying to tell
me that I am reliving

my grandmother's life?

- Correct.

- I live my own life.

- Well you're compulsively
doing everything Emma Hart did.

- I am not!

- You devote yourself
only to the business.

You fit around the world
attending board meetings,

you neglect your duties
as a mother and a wife.

- Oh come on.

- I'm beginning to think that
you lack emotional stability

as she always has.

- How dare you criticize Grandy

when she's been so good to you!

- Of course she's been good to me!

Because of her guilt!

- Her guilt?

About what?

- Arresting the Yorkshire Morning Gazette

away from my grandfather,

grabbing control of the
company for one thing!

- You make it sound as if she stole it.

- We both know that Emma
Hart ruined the Fairley's!

- Ruined?

They did it all by themselves!

They were negligent and self-indulgent!

And they treated my
grandmother abominably.

- Oh come off it!

Her stories are highly exaggerated!

- What your grandfather
did to my grandmother

was unspeakable!

Getting her pregnant at 16

and then deserting her!

- Oh don't you try and make
her into a plaster saint.

- You resent her don't you?

- Yes.

Yes I do.

- What?

- The girl I married enjoyed life,

but she's turned you into a cold,

calculating, carbon copy of herself.

You disappeared.

There's only a managing director now.

- But you knew from the day we met

that I would have to run her businesses.

That I was her heir.

- Yes I did indeed.

- Is that why you married me?

For the money?

The power?

To get back what you
think is rightfully yours?

(suspenseful music)

(airplane whirring)

- [Doorman] Good morning Mrs. Fairley.

- Good morning.

Have they ruled out sabotage?

- [Dale] They've ruled out nothing yet.

- Seven million dollars
for the clean-up aye?

Marriot Watson will have a heart attack.

- Eh, the board will be
with him on this one.

- Then we'll have to stymie the board.

Make it impossible for them.

- What is it?

- Why don't you as
president of Sci-Tech's Oil

call a press conference.

Make sure you have all
the television companies

and full media coverage.

And tell the public that
there is no cause for worry,

Sci-Tech's Oil guarantees to clean up

that oil spill in Galveston Bay.

(Dale laughs)

- They wouldn't dare back down in public.

I'll get right on to it.

Oh by the way, Ross Nelson
wants to have a meeting

with you sometime this week.

He's got a proposition for you and Emma.

- Oh?

And what's it about?

- Well I prefer for Ross
to tell you himself.

Can I call him and make a date?

- Yes, of course.

(door knocking)

- Can you hold just a minute please?

Hello Mr. O'Neill.

Go right in, Mr. Nelson's expecting you.

- Hello Ross.

- All right, sit down.

- [Shane] Thanks.

- I got the clearances on the LA site.

But when can you fly out to the
coast and take a look at it?

- Next week.

Wednesday or Thursday
would be all right with me.

- Well that's great, I'll--

(phone buzzing)

Yes.

- [Receptionist] Sorry
to interrupt Mr. Nelson,

but Mr. Stevens is on the line.

He's with Mrs. Paula Fairley
and she can see you both

tomorrow at three o'clock.
(light dramatic music)

- Yeah, that's fine.

- [Receptionist] Mrs.
Fairley wants to have the

meeting at Harte's on 5th Avenue

rather than here at the bank.

Is that all right?

- Yeah, that'd be fine, thanks.

Sorry about that.

The Harte's are intimate
friends of yours of course,

aren't they?

- Yes.

- Attractive girl Paula.

I haven't seen her in several years.

I never had a chance to get close to her.

All emeralds around.

- Well she's a married woman now.

- Yeah.

- Good afternoon Mrs.
Fairley, how was your trip?

- [Paula] Fine, thank you George.

- [George] That's good.

- [Paula] How pretty.

Who are these from Anne?

- They're from Mr. Shane.

I recognized his handwriting on the card.

- Oh.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Paula] Shane.

- Paula, hello.

- How clever of you to recognize my voice.

Shane, your violets have just arrived.

They're lovely, thank you.

I'm glad you like them.

- [Paula] Hey, it's been ages
since we've seen each other.

- Yes, well, months.

- Well, we're both here now.

A couple of Yorkshire tykes in New York,

why don't we get together for dinner?

- Well,

I'm not sure when I
could do that actually.

When were you thinking of Paula?

- Tonight.

If you're not already busy that is.

- I am I'm afraid.

I planned to work late.

I've got all this
paperwork to catch up with.

- You've got to eat sometime.

- Yeah well, you know.

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't be pushing you.

Perhaps another night.

I'll leave it to you, okay?

- Okay.

- Thanks for the flowers Shane.

Bye.

(slow paced music)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- I couldn't be there
for at least an hour.

Well perhaps a bit longer.

I have to change.

- [Paula] You don't have
to bother to change for me.

We're family.

- Right, I'll be there shortly after nine.

See you then.

Paula.

- Shane.

- I was expecting Anne.

- You got here quickly, it's exactly nine.

- Yeah, well, there was
no traffic on 59th Street.

- Come on in.

You certainly look as fit as a fiddle.

And all I ever hear from Winston

is how hard you're working in New York.

- I used to practically live in this room

when I used to stay here.

- Oh Lord, so do I.

It always reminds me of Grandy's
parlor at Penistone Royal.

- Yes exactly.

- [Paula] Cheers.

You coming home for Christmas?

- Afraid not.

I have to go to Barbados.

It's the big season for the hotel.

You're staring at me.

- Why are you being so polite?

- I don't know.

Sorry.

You know, you've lost weight.

You need fattening up me girl.

- Oh you've been saying
that to me all your life.

And mine.

- Well you look tired as well.

No wonder Winston and Emily
been worried about you.

- I didn't know they were.

- Oh dear, there I go,

picking on you the minute I arrive.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

Now, tell me all the news from Yorkshire.

What's happening there?

- Oh come on.

New York must be a wonderful place

for a fun-loving bachelor.

- I told you, I don't have
time for a social life.

- Well, we're all on a
treadmill these days.

- Oh and you enjoy it.

Yeah, I can remember
when you were 13 or 14.

Every Saturday you'd run off
to the store without Emma.

You were all set to be
a lady tycoon even then.

(horn honking)

- And you were always
trotting off to building sites

with Uncle Blackie.

- I guess we're just a couple of old chips

on a couple of old blocks.

- Don't you sometimes wonder

if we work too hard?

- No.

No.

Blackie and Emma battled
for what they've left to us.

I can't let them down
and I know you won't.

(gentle music)

What?

- It is such a relief to be
able to talk with you again.

- To old friendships.

- Old friendships Shane.

- [Waiter] Madame.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

So, have you got a busy week?

Do you have to fly to Texas?

- No, I had a meeting with
Dale Stevens this morning.

Everything's under control.

I have a heavy schedule
at the store though.

Oh, and I have an appointment with

Ross Nelson tomorrow morning.

He has some sort of a
business proposition for me.

- Better watch out for old Ross.

- He wouldn't dare.

What do you think of him?

- Oh he's okay.

For business who's very aboveboard,

but from the gossip I understand

he's bloody unscrupulous with the ladies.

- Still protecting me Shane.

(Paula laughing)

- Have you got any plans for the weekend?

- Oh, just work.

- Look, why don't you drive up with me

to my little place in Connecticut?

The fresh air will do you good.

I'll buy you a spade

and you can even dig a garden for me.

Like the one you made for Aunt Emma

when you were--

- Eight.

- [Shane] Yeah.

- My grandmother would never
sell the shares in Sci-Techs.

Never.

Never is a word I've learned to distrust.

(phone ringing)

- I know my grandmother's
feelings about Sci-Techs.

Dale?

- [Dale] Please.

Emma stands to make millions if she sells.

- I don't think money
comes into play here.

- [Dale] Marriot Watson and
his cronies are a tough bunch.

They've wanted Emma out for years.

When she's not here,
they'll be on your back.

- And they'll take
pleasure in hassling you

for the simple reason that you're

a woman
- A woman.

- [Paula] But I will be the
largest single stockholder,

and my grandfather was the
founder of the company.

They'll take notice of me.

- [Ross] I'm afraid it's still

a man's world
- A man's world,

- [Paula] and it will be until the day

that women can go into the men's room.

(Ross chuckling)

- Not all deals are
made in the men's room.

- I'd like you to mention
Ross's proposition to Emma.

- Of course, she has a right to know.

I will speak to my grandmother.

It really is her decision.

- Are you free to join me for lunch?

- I'm afraid I can't.

I have a meeting with a
fashion director of the store.

- On my last part.

- [Shane] Hello Sandy.

- [Sandy] Hello Mr. O'Neill.

- [Shane] How's it going?

- [Sandy] Good, how are you today?

- [Shane] Good?

What's happening?

- [Sandy] Well, we're just
finishing up the roof.

Should be just a couple more days.

- [Shane] Couple more days huh?

I'll believe it when I see it.

- This is all yours?

- Yes.

I guess I'm just an Irish Navi
at heart like Blackie was.

I'm getting such a kick out
of remodeling this old place.

- Nice.

- Yeah, well, it will
be when it's finished.

- It has an air of permanence.

Are you putting down roots?

- Sort of.

Here's the guest room.

Why don't you unpack and
I'll give you the grand tour.

- Okay.

Thanks Shane.

(Paula grunts)

(people laughing)

- [Shane] Not true!

- [Paula] It is so!

- No, lies, all lies!

- Sounds like he's got his
hands full looking after you.

- Oh, not all the time Sonny.

He did some terrible things to me.

- [Shane] No I didn't.

- What about that blue paint?

- Blue paint?

- I painted her all over with it.

- All over?

- Yes, she was being Queen Boadicea.

- Now you made me be Boadicea.

- What does this got
to do with blue paint?

- Well we were playing
at being ancient Britons

and they used to dob
themselves with blue woads

so I used to paint.

- All over?

- She was only six, and
it wasn't quite all over.

- I painted you all over.

- Yes you did.

But you kept your knickers on.

- Just as well!

Grandy...

My grandmother came and
found us in the garage.

- I thought Grandpop's was gonna give me

the whipping of my life.

- Well you were the ringleader.

- [Shane] I?

Well I certainly always
got the blame didn't I?

- [Paula] Quite right too.

- [Shane] Quite right?

- I'm so glad you're here.

You really cheer Shane up.

- [Paula] You make it sound as if he's

been down in the dumps.

- He has.

But then England's a long way off.

- Yes, I do think he
gets a little homesick.

- I didn't mean that.

You're a beautiful woman,

no wonder he's miserable most of the time.

- Sorry, I don't follow you.

- He's crazy about you.

It's written all over his face.

It's a pity you're so far away.

- But Elaine, we're just old friends.

Childhood friends.

- Oh my God, I said the wrong thing.

Hey, I'm sorry, I just assumed that you

and Shane were having...

- You must have got it wrong.

Shane's always been like a brother to me.

You probably didn't notice I'm married.

Oh.

- Well, that explains everything.

(perky music)

And there I go again.

I'm saying all the wrong things tonight.

- [Sonny] Elaine?

- [Elaine] Yes.

- It's time to go honey.

- I'm coming.

(light gentle music)

- Paula.

Goodnight honey.

Listen, come again, often.

You're a real type for him.

- Am I forgiven?

- I think I should thank you.

The both of us.

(car doors closing)

(engine turning)

- I think we should call it a night.

Tomorrow's gonna be...

(light dramatic music)