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Kris?

Is it my imagination for his own peace?

There is peace.

Ah, the place.

Hello, my poppers.

Hello.

You can look after your little sister today.

Hey, Norm.

Mm-hmm.

Grandie says she's going to be the maverick of the family.

Aren't all the heart women?

Excuse me, Mrs. Fairley, Mrs. Emma Hart's on the telephone for you.

Don't be a minute, Jim.

There you are.

You brought me.

Good morning, Grandie.

Paula.

Hi.

I want you to cancel that trip to London today.

I need to see you this morning.

10 o'clock here at Peniston Royal.

Grandie, is there something wrong?

No, no, of course not.

I just want to discuss the cross situation with you.

All right.

I'll be there at 10.

Emma's up early this morning.

Oh, Muffles, sorry, Jim.

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

Grandie, why don't you say, darling.

I booked a table at Annabelle's tonight.

It's not often I get the chance to take you out from the town these days.

She wants to see me about the cross deal.

The takeover is important, you know.

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

Hello, Miss Paula.

Good morning, Emma.

Good morning.

How are the twins?

Oh, they're wonderful.

Thank you.

Your grandmother's in the upstairs, Paula.

Thanks, Hilter.

10 o'clock.

Mm-hmm.

You sounded a bit worried, Grandie.

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 has 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 Grandie, you did it all.

No buts, Paula.

No doubts.

I trained you.

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

Well, 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 new finance.

We don't want to be taken over and thrown out of our own company.

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

Exactly.

When we came to us, we didn't seek you out.

And heart enterprises never invest 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.

Heart enterprises can buy 52% of cross communications.

That gives you the control you insist on having.

You can put in new management.

That's what he's 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 Hart.

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.

Heart enterprises is prepared to pay 2 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 have to stay here.

But why, Grandie?

I thought you were pleased to the way I'd been handling things in Paris.

I was.

I'm very pleased.

But I want you to start working at 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.

Whenever I ever joked about my business.

Sorry, Grand.

But I thought...

The deal blew up in my face, Grandie.

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.

Oh, 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 shall tell him to go to hell.

I don't trust him, Grandie.

Good girl.

My sentiment's exactly.

Wasn't that Anthony?

Yes, he came in from Ireland yesterday.

It wasn't men with him, was it?

No, it wasn't.

It was Sally Hart.

Didn't you know they're having a thing?

And grandma, a crew?

A crew?

She must be joking.

I'm not.

Anthony wants a divorce from men.

Aunt Ed Wina is absolutely furious.

I bet she is.

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

Not much.

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

You'd better come and join the gazette.

On the gossip page.

Right there.

Go abroad.

I'm going to get you.

Hello?

I thought you were in New York.

I've been here for several days. I had to come and see Grandpops and Winston.

He's moving out, leaving me alone with the house.

Where are you moving to?

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 have gone into an expansion program.

We're not only building the place in Manhattan. We're looking for sites of Los Angeles and Miami as well.

Can I print that?

Talk to Grandpops.

Winston and I have something to tell you.

We became engaged last night with Grandma's messing and we wanted you to be the first to let.

I'm not really that's wonderful.

Congratulations, Winston.

Oh, thank you.

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.

Oh, come on!

I'll be there in a minute.

Shane, you'll come too, aren't you?

Of course he.

Oh, yes, of course.

See you there.

Have a nice and keep it safe.

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

But you've always managed to live in Yorkshire until 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.

I know you like a brother.

I didn't know I was in love with her until she married another man.

Just can't live under the same sky.

Happy happiness!

Lots of luck.

And to my best man?

Oh, you mean?

Well, yes, who else?

Well, I should think so.

Now you'll have to come back for the wedding.

Yes, I shall.

And will you be my mate, Trenovana?

Lovely.

Of course.

What a handsome quartet you'll make.

Well, nearly.

But of course.

Oh, I shouldn't say three some, I'm sorry.

Oh.

Have you fixed the date yet?

Not definitely.

But in the summer, before Antenna goes, do Captain T.

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

Grandpops is talking about his plan again.

I'm not his plan with the capital P.

The Barry one.

She's been saying no to that for at least ten 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.

You want my help?

Why?

Well, because of 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.

Well, I see.

Do continue.

We're a foreign corporation and New York's as tight as a drone.

We can't go in cold.

We need political connections, help with the union.

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.

Thank you, Emma.

When are you leaving?

Next weekend.

Oh, 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 me, Shane.

Oh, I'll look after him.

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 as 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.

In a fat load of good it would do.

You're married to that damn business of yours.

I'm 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.

Well, I've been asking you to come on a world cruise with me for years, woman.

I'm sorry, Blackie. I must have been thinking of something else at the time.

Mm-hmm.

Emma Hart, will you come on a world cruise with me?

Yes, I'd love to, Blackie.

What'd she say?

Hearing going as well, Blackie.

God, you're the most insufferable, contrary, lovable woman in the world.

Miss Sally, more down there than I've arrived, Mrs. Hart.

Oh, thank you, Hilda. There'll be five for coffee then.

Yes, Mrs. Hart.

Give that to Sally. Will you answer me?

Yes, of course.

Would you like a friend, you, darling?

Oh, yes, please.

I'm so sorry to hear about the breakup of your marriage, Auntie.

It's for Blackie.

Winston, tell 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.

Um, brandy for Sally.

She is a lovely girl.

I didn't mean to get involved. It just, it just happened.

So hard when you think that she's been onto my nerves all of my life.

Yes, I know it for me.

Good morning, Mrs. Foley. Morning, John. Thank you.

Good morning, Mrs. Foley.

Morning, gay. Anything urgent?

Morning, Mrs. Foley. Only two and they're on your desk.

Oh, and John Cross just telephoned again.

Did Tina? Then you'd better take a reply straight away.

Damn, Mr. Cross.

Still sulking about losing that heart, do you?

I'll get even with that bitch. She and Emma Heart are two of a kind.

And you want to get even?

I have your revenge.

I need a deal. I need an income.

I'm sure the cash. The old man's cupped up by all works. He's lost his touch.

Ah, yes. The common touch.

So, do 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. Who's wealth?

Your father's. Some of Paul is. And Emma Heart's.

For starters.

Come and have some tea with me, poor.

Just had a telephone call from Dale Stevens in Texas. More trouble brewing at Citex.

Marry at Watson again.

He's trying to poke holes in the North Sea oil deal.

How can he do that? He's always been very successful for us.

Yes. But Marry at Watson is as difficult and devious as his uncle Harry always was.

He could never acknowledge that it was your grandfather who made Citex oil the great company it is today.

They're trying to maneuver us out here. I can smell it.

I promised Paul. I would never sell for 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 again six. Right now he needs your reinforcement.

Of course I'll go to Texas, Grandie.

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.

No, traditional. 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, but I always want you to be part of it all, Grandfather.

Hello?

Yes, yes, read it up to me.

Right, tell us then that I'll be the meeting. I'll be in New York by then. Bye.

If you're not careful, are you going to rub a hole in that thing, Grandfather?

Yes, I'll be in the house. I want you back in England next year, Sharon.

I forgot to tell you. Sapphire Bo is 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?

What kind of a story are you running here?

Aunt Edwina, what a surprise.

I'm surprised the dress I ordered weeks ago isn't ready yet. I need it.

We'll let me check on it for you.

Hello, Clerics, Mrs. Fairley. It's about Lady Don Vail's dress.

Is there a problem with the alterations?

Thank you. I'd appreciate it.

It'll be ready in about half an hour. There's just a little misunderstanding between the alterations room and the models room.

Thank you, Foula. Bye-bye.

Was Anthony with you and Jim at Long Meadow this past weekend?

Or was he a peniston royal with Mother? And don't try to deny you was in Yorkshire, because I know he was.

Anthony wasn't staying with us, Aunt Edwina.

Edwina? He was with me.

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

I don't know, Anthony, but 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 we at least have some sort of relationship? I don't think so.

You saddened 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 an 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 Frieder'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 men for years.

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

He's another woman. He's in love with Sally.

That explains it.

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

You're a heart yourself. I 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.

This new range is a good idea. I'm pleased with him. I wasn't sure you would be, though.

What a funny thing to say.

You were designed for the lady Hamilton liner. Oh, it's a sellout.

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

It's a darling. Jim. How are you?

Bloody busy as usual.

Now darling, do me a favor, would you? I also left my coat 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 run up Parker?

Never mind. 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.

Happy birthday, darling.

Oh. My but you look wonderful to me. Thank you, blackie. Now, what do you want to drink?

No, no, no, later, later. Now, come here. Sit down over here.

Oh.

That's it. I'll close your eyes. Come on. I know peeking, mind you.

No.

Oh, blackie. The moors above fairly.

The top of the world where we first met.

You won't be able to read this without your glasses, my dear, so I'll read it for you.

Do Emma Hart, upon reaching her 80th birthday, with love from her lifelong friend, Blackie O'Neill,

and then 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 in the moors.

Such a snibbit 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 didn't realize you'd be quite as grand as you are.

You know, Emma, you're still that snibbit of a Yorkshire-less than I've loved for 66 years.

And you are just as full of the blany as you ever were.

Special occasion, Emma, demands a special place.

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, and all the sweet, but I did manage to get this.

Come on.

Hi, honey!

You, devil, I didn't you give me any warning of this.

You pulled a daisy that would have killed me if I just said a word.

I never realized I knew so many people who could keep a secret, at least from me.

It was very difficult, Randy.

We couldn't let today go by without doing something special.

After all, you're only 81.

Thank God, but what a lovely surprise, darling.

I was specially...

Thank you.

Emily.

You're a wonderful, wonderful woman.

We did it in the morning.

John, would you look at her?

To spend seeing John by the ladleful and you and your mother thought she'd be upset.

Thank you, Blackie.

No, it's not.

Will you excuse me?

You're so gone, come on. Enjoy it, son.

Grandpa, this is Sky Smith. We met last year in New York.

Sky Smith, what a beautiful man. How do you do, my dear?

Hello, you draw a nail.

You watch this old guy.

Yaden Airport.

Yes, it's Yorkshire.

She's worrying about Jim. He's flying down in that old crazy place.

I offered to buy him a leered jet. We could use it as a corporate plane, but he refuses.

See, mama, she can be nice.

I must say hello.

All right, 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.

Don't you look gorgeous, as usual, of course.

You always were a flatter at Jonathan, dear, but thank you.

And you're looking more beautiful than ever.

I thank you, sir.

I'm sorry you didn't get cross-communication, Miss. 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.

Oh, you never are. That's why I made you head of the real estate division.

Come home. Get in touch with that. We'll deal with elephant.

Oh, Ross Nelson. Yes.

Do you know him?

No, no, I don't. Only from the newspapers.

Emily? Mm-hmm.

You know the limits going on in this family.

True. What have I done to upset Shane?

You can possibly upset Shane, you two have been inseparable since you were babies.

Sorry I'm late, darling. I need a bit of fog over the pen.

I was getting a bit worried.

Well, let's grab a drink and then I'd better find ember.

Quit, pal.

Oh! Minne, Stan-dish, what's she doing here?

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

Please, Minne.

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?

I'm staying. I'm not missing this, Pronacci.

Minne, how are you?

Come and say hello to Grandpa. No, I'm not.

I must introduce you to my new girlfriend.

Anthony, how did she know about us?

I'm not dancing like Grandpa. I'm waiting for the horses.

Well, when you've got to go.

You've got to go.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Don't be shocked, Elton. Nobody else knows.

Nobody.

Not even Paula.

Thank God.

Poor Shane.

I'll say this with Shane. Certainly knows how to pick him.

Yeah. If you'd like those sorts of looks.

I always thought that you and Shane might.

Well, you're more his sort of person.

Do you think you're serious about her?

Oh, no. I doubt it. I think he's just saying his wild oats.

Now, when Shane gets married, she'll have to be rich. Very, very rich.

Oh, and English.

You're a good guy.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Sure can go.

After three, right? No.

One, two, three.

Thank you very much for coming here tonight to celebrate Mother's birthday.

Time for keeping the secret of you.

Everyone wanted to pay tribute to Mother, but since that's not possible, I've asked Blackie to speak for us all.

Blackie.

Thank you, Daisy.

Emma here thinks that any speech is a humbug, so I'm not going to say it.

I'm not going to make one, so don't worry, my dear.

But I would like to say just a few words.

In ice, we honor a great lady, one who stands so tall, well, she, cowards 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.

Do Emma, who truly, truly is a woman of substance?

I now give you our guest of honor in my heart.

Thank you all for joining me on my birthday, for all your lovely gifts, flowers and cards,

and thank you for your beautiful words, Blackie.

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 at last,

and to relax for the first time in my life.

And who knows, I might even get round to having a little fun.

Blackie and I are about to leave on a trip around the world.

I have decided to spend the rest of my days left to me with my oldest, dearest and most trusted friend.

And my son-in-law David has just become the head of heart enterprises.

And congratulations.

Thank you.

The Heart Department store chain will now be run by my granddaughter Paula.

I charge you to hold my dream.

What Emma was really saying is, I charge you to hold all my problems and a bloody deal with them.

Of course she was, Grandie retired tonight.

I don't know why you're suddenly so angry. You've always known I was Grandie there, apparent.

She brought me up to understand that immense wealth and privilege means immense responsibility.

Well, you're surely going to have that.

Even before we became engaged, you knew that I had to work.

I wanted to. I'm Grandie's successor.

The second Emma Hart, ready to the business.

Spending all the time in London, Paris, bloody New York, wheeling and dealing, playing the big tycoon.

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.

Jim.

Then you still want me.

Did you love me anymore?

I love you very much.

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 the problems we have.

I've got to be promised.

How can you say that?

When you're the one that brought all this up about Grandie handing me too much responsibility.

It's all right. We'll manage. We'll cope.

For once.

I want us to finish a discussion. This is very important.

Oh God.

We're in front of your analytical sessions, are we?

But I'll leave another drink. A large one.

Oh Shane.

You watchdrap was 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 baby. It doesn't matter.

Honestly it doesn't.

It does matter.

Well tonight finally proves 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.

You've 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 incest you was heart and on meal plans.

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 rare and to go.

And 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?

Shame I didn't mean that.

Thank you, boss.

Is Mr. O'Neill packed already without leaving for another week?

But do you think you should be going?

He seemed a bit frail to me this past week while you've been in London.

Fray-ll?

We sounded all right on the phone.

Says he's as fit as a federal.

Yes, but he is 83.

Forgive me.

This is how perhaps I shouldn't have said anything.

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

Thank you, Mrs. Padgett.

Emma, welcome.

Five minutes earlier you could have 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.

Oh, I'm so glad.

I opened up New York in just two months.

At last a wine we're doing.

Thank you.

Do you, by any chance, remember the first party I held here?

Oh, yes.

You were just finished building this house and you were so proud of it.

I had bought something for you earlier that week.

Slaunter.

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 would become a millionaire.

And as he talked so proudly about your business success as I...

Well, you seemed out of my reach.

I was going to ask you to marry me.

Oh, blackie.

I lost my nerve.

Well, 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.

Oh, you finally engaged.

Let's just say we're engaged to be the closest of companions for the rest of our lives.

Oh, that's a lovely thing to say, blackie.

How are things not?

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.

They'd make all the sales round the world ten times by now.

You know where our cruise means?

What's the matter?

What is it? Are you ill?

No, no, no.

It's nothing. It's nothing. It's just a twinkle.

Oh!

In the dust and I've been suffering from it lately.

I'm going to ring the doctor and then get you upstairs to bed.

No, no, no.

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

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 have done without you, blackie.

I'm sorry they have to leave you alone, my funny. So terribly sorry.

I've always loved you, my darling.

And I've always loved you.

Blackie?

Blackie?

Goodbye, my dearest friend.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm the last one.

What's it going?

Okay.

He finished first.

Oh, dear. It's never enough visit.

I'll go and see Daddy.

I know we'll go nine-nine. Okay? Shall we? All right.

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

Hello, darling. Hello.

Is something the matter, Jim? No.

I heard from anybody today. Only Emily. Why?

No reason. I just wanted that's all.

There is something wrong. I know the signs.

I do wish I'd tell me.

I suppose there's no point 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 writing as if this doesn't matter, as if it wasn't serious.

Perhaps it is staggered.

Well, I'm filled with relief. Relief?

Shouldn't you be thinking about duty? Responsibility?

Oh, come on. I think it's so pet up.

Grandie put her trust in you. Made you her managing director. Don't you feel you've let her down?

No.

I'm still going to be editor-in-chief of two of the most important newspapers in the group.

It was going to run the company.

Winston, of course.

You know perfectly well that Winston doesn't want that job. Neither do I.

I do wish you'd reconsider.

For that.

My decision is absolutely final. Being editor-in-chief is what I do best.

And I enjoy it.

Well, Grandie always says it's important to enjoy one's work.

Oh, this is more life than just work.

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 summer's ateran's nest.

Being put through his paces by General Emma Hart.

Oh, God. Grandie's army can't put 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, Sarah, Jonathan, Shane, me.

Not me.

Ah, no, not you. You're the genuine article. Another Emma Hart.

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?

I'll be right back.

Minh.

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?

I'll ask her to leave Anthony alone.

But Minh, there's nothing I can...

No, I know that Anthony and I can work out our problems.

But Sarah, our marriage, you've sounded that at the picture.

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

Minh, I'm sorry, sir.

But believe me, there's nothing I could say to Sally or Anthony that would have much effect.

They're adults.

Oh, Anthony, I'm so blessed 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 Hart.

She's the one who'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?

Minh, please believe me.

You and Anthony had already separated when I...

You broke a cop, my marriage. It was you.

Our marriage was over and finished a long time before I fell in office, Sally.

Love, you sex.

Stop making us spectacle of yourself. We've been drinking again.

Please. Come, Lex.

Lex, who I listened to before you.

Minh, maybe you and I should get together tomorrow for that talk.

I think it would be wiser if you left.

You ruined my life, but you never had the status back to the marriage.

I'll never divorce you to you, hear me. I'll fight you.

Don't frighten me, Minh. I won't allow anyone or anything to get in the way of Sally's happiness or mine.

Hello.

You missed the great double act from Lauren Tessa.

Hello, Linda. Hello, Miss Daisy.

Hello, Hil. Hello,

Hello, Linda. How are you?

I'm very well in the stream, Ruth.

And we thought it would be lovely to spend the weekend here with your mother.

I could bring the twins over tomorrow for lunch.

Jim's away in Canada, Grandie.

My dad looks like people going away.

I'm darling.

Your father went back to Australia in 1939.

I asked him not to.

If he'd stayed in London with me, he'd have been alive today.

Yes, darling, I know.

He wouldn't have had a car crash.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Mr. Sheehan.

Come on, come on in the morning to your enemy, darling.

Oh, dear.

You're wasting your pony Irish charm on me.

It's a shirt you came for.

You're my favorite.

Mind reader.

I won't 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?

Oh, my.

I'm not sure your aunt at Wiena would approve of that.

You can't win them all.

That looks like Emily.

Oh, he's so wonderful.

Really wonderful.

Congratulations.

So tell me, how's everyone in England?

Grandmother's a bit down still, but everyone else is great.

Paul is very happy, but then Jim is so nice.

Yes.

How's the hotel business?

It's booming.

I've been thinking about property.

Why is it 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 Jonathan. He's the expert.

Yes.

Yes, I know.

What's going on?

Yes, I know.

Well, I'm going to go back to London.

Oh, come on.

I saw my wife's car parked over there.

She wondered what it was doing, so now the lake.

So he came?

To investigate.

But, uh, before I reach Lady Dunvale's car, I saw something floating in the water.

Actually, quarter-nose rush is over there.

It will serve body, relationship.

Isn't that the phone?

Oh, it's probably Jim.

Hello?

Who is it?

Aunt Edwina.

Um, you're not very clear.

Is there something wrong?

It's men.

She's been drowned in the lake of Scotland.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so very sorry, Aunt Edwina.

Paula, the police are here.

I don't know what to do.

Take questioning, Aunt Edwina.

You're not trying to tell me that the police think.

Aunt Edwina is involved.

It's men's death, are you?

Yes.

Mrs. preposterous, I mean, why would he want to kill me?

Look, when did Mindron?

Please don't, sure.

Last night, sometime.

Where was that to mean 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.

Stay calm and leave everything to me.

Oh, and, um, leave this line open.

I shall bring 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.

I'll set the family crisis and ask her to come over here, okay?

Oh, hello. This is Emily.

Could I speak to Sally, please?

Oh, Grandie's going to be dreadfully upset when she hears about it.

But I can't go over.

I think Daisy ought to be with her.

Oh, that's a good thought, Jess.

Anything else I can do?

Um... no, no. Thanks, I can manage.

Hello.

Hello, Sam.

Paula, can you hear?

Mrs. Fairley.

Sam, I'm calling about a family matter.

My cousin, the Isle of Dunveo, 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 onto the obituary immediately.

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

No, a bit jury either.

Why not? I mean, if the story's on the wires, then that's no press, I'll be running it.

I mean, we're going to look ridiculous if we don't mention it.

Sam, you know that Emma Hart does not wish to read anything.

Anything at all about her family in her newspapers.

But how's it going to look?

In every paper in the country, but ours has got the story.

Sam, if you cannot respect Emma Hart's rules, then perhaps you are working on the wrong newspaper.

I'm going to call Jim and Winston and Tanida.

Paper on 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.

It's an odd place for a lady ship to park the car at night.

Lamont and I were wondering if there was a prowler on yesterday last evening.

One who might have been after money.

The motor wasn't robbery, or lordship.

We found your wife's handbag in her car, and her wallet was still full of cash.

It must have been an accident.

The lakes are in shallow there, sir.

You'd have to wait a very long way out for it to be deep enough to drown.

Turn off the house.

Yes.

Yes.

Thank you, Doctor.

Load to the nail.

Did you know your wife was in the vicinity of Tungloplin House in 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 was here all night.

I was here all evening. I dined with my mother, and we had no callers.

I had dinner about seven. Is that correct?

Yes.

And at nine thirty, I drove my mother home to the dau house, and I was back here by twenty minutes to ten.

So you saw nobody else after nine thirty last night until breakfast this morning?

That's right, Macmara.

Was that Doctor Brennan on the phone, Constable?

Yes, Sergeant.

The time of her ladyship's death has been fixed between ten thirty and eleven last night.

No luck.

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

I've left messages for them both to call here as soon as they get back to the hotel.

I wish Winston were here.

I feel so helpless.

It's going to be fine. Paul is 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 have no intention of going to plon Lachlan.

But I do think I ought to go to Ireland. Well, 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 as 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.

I'll give you back.

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 Fellowes, Jim.

I merely reminded him of Grandie's rules about the newspapers.

You treated him in a rude and high-handed manner.

Why are you taking his version of the story as the Gospel truth?

The Sam is one of the best damn editors in the business.

I've spent the last hour trying to placate him, trying to persuade him what 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, did he spoken to either me or Winston in Canada?

He was our decision-parlor, not yours.

No.

In your absence, it was mine.

I have Grandie'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 Grandie to give it to you, Jim, but she thought that you wouldn't want it since you'd resigned as managing director.

You made it apparent that you weren't interested in the administration of the company.

I see.

You did resign of your own accord, Jim.

So I'm just another employee of the heart, it seems.

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

This whole thing with Sam Velles has been blown up out of all proportion, and by him.

I'd better get a weapon with you, do you?

No.

Paula certainly has got her hands full of this mess.

Even Emily was surprised that the way she took charge, she sorted out Edwina, and Sadie, and the newspapers, and even arranged legal advice.

Why is it always Paula who has to do everything?

Well, Emma did hand over to her.

The job Winston, only the job, not witnessing the whole plan.

I guess she happens to be the strong one, but the one everyone turns to, wouldn't you?

Sorry.

Wrong question.

I just wish I could help her.

Well, I have to think of at least now two weeks.

Another two weeks? Does it always take as long as that before an inquest?

No, not usually.

I shall be very glad when this is over.

Something else is worrying you.

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

In what sense?

We see things quite differently. He... 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.

So... he's got me.

Oh, Scott, Jack.

You know, I can't believe Sarah came up with a Latin word.

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, and you exploit it.

What's your father's weakness?

What? He's your victim.

Well, he's common. No taste, vain. Not as bright as he thinks he is.

Uh, uh, uh, uh. Those are just defects.

His weakness, my dear Sebastian, isn't he?

To stonewall properties. And father's weakness?

Is, but why would he be having lunch with Sebastian Cross?

Well, they weren't eaten together and they were friends then.

But he knows that Sebastian and his father, renewed on the deal grandi made with them.

How can he still trust them?

How do you know he does?

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

I've got one of Groundy's cold feelings about Jonathan.

I want to think about it.

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

Yeah.

It's Mr. Stevens calling from Texas, Mrs. Fairley.

Put him through, go. 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.

Where are you at, explosion?

No casualties, I hope.

I'm afraid we lost six of the crew. Fire whipped through the vessel.

Sunday 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 the MR3, Paula. 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, Grandi darling. The Emma 3 didn't actually go down.

I launched the first Emma so many years ago.

We'll have the Emma 3 in tip-top condition in no time at all.

You mustn't fret. You mustn't get yourself all upset.

Stop mothering me, Paula. 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?

We must be facing a massive cleanup.

If we've lost one and a quarter million gallons of crude.

Yes, it's drifting in the towers and being all ready.

Sea birds and wildlife are threatened. Also, they shrimp pretty 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 men, their families, the wildlife and the good name of Citics.

The cost comes a bad last in my book.

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

Mariette Watson does 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.

Jim, what is it?

Was he worth the bother of coming home?

Darling, I'm dealing with an emergency.

I told you about the explosion on the bloodstream.

There's always an emergency with you. And always the business comes before me.

Oh, Jim, it doesn't.

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,

for repeating that life, mistakes and all.

Are you trying to tell me that I'm reliving my grandmother's life?

Correct.

I live my own life.

Well, you're compulsively doing everything in my heart.

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 begin to think that you lack emotional stability as she always has.

How dare you criticize grandi when she's been so good to you?

Of course she's been good to me because of her guilt.

Her guilt? How about what?

Resting 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 fairies.

Ruined? Itted it all by themselves.

They were negligent and self-indulgent.

And they treated my grandmother abominably.

Oh, come off it. Her story's a highly exaggerated...

What your grandfather did to my grandmother was unspeakable.

Getting her pregnant at 16 and then desiring her.

Don't you try and make her into a plaster saint?

You resent her, don't you?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Oh, the girl I married enjoyed life.

But she's turned you into a cold, calculating carbon copy of herself.

You've 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.

Good morning, Mrs. Frawley.

Good morning, boss.

I think we'll die at sabotage.

They've ruled out nothing yet.

$1 million for the cleaner, eh?

Marit Watson will have a heart attack.

Ah, the board will be with him on this one.

And he'll have to stymie the board.

Make it impossible for them.

What is it?

Why don't you, as president of Cytex Oil, call a press conference,

make sure you have all the television companies in full media coverage

and tell the public that there is no cause for worry.

Cytex Oil guarantees to clean up that oil spill in Galveston Bay.

They wouldn't dare back down in public that I'll get right on to it.

Oh, by the way, Ross Nalison wants to have a meeting with you sometime this week.

He's got a proposition for you and Emma.

Oh, what's it about?

Oh, I prefer for Ross to tell you himself. Can I call him? I'll make a date.

Yes, of course.

Can you hold just a minute, please? Hello, Mr. O'Neill.

Go right in, Mr. Nalison is expecting it.

Hello, Ross. All right, sit down.

Thanks. I got the clearances on the LA side.

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...

Yes. Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Nalison, but Mr. Stevens is on the line.

He's with Mrs. Paula Fairley, and she can see you both tomorrow at 3 o'clock.

Yeah, that's fine.

Mrs. Fairley wants to have the meeting at Hart's on Fifth Avenue rather than here in the bank.

Is that all right?

Yeah, that'd be fine, thanks.

Sorry about that.

The Hart's are, uh, intimate friends years ago or something.

Yes. The tract of girl, Paul. I haven't seen her in several years.

I never had a chance to get close to her while I'm walking around.

Well, she's a married woman now. Yeah.

Good afternoon, this is Wylie. I was a friend.

Fine, thank you, Joe.

Don't problem me!

We have the

records of apparently 12 able to live with this wonderful friend,

but now it has to be long enough to say

about these little girls like me.

How prissy who are these from man? They're from Mr. Shane I recognize his handwriting on the card.

Hello.

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.

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?

I uh well I'm not sure when I could do that actually. When were you thinking up or?

Tonight.

If you're not already busy that is.

I am I'm afraid I plan to work late. I've got all this paperwork to catch up with.

You've got to eat sometime.

Well you know I am sorry I shouldn't be pushing you.

Perhaps another night.

I'll leave it to you okay?

Okay.

Thanks for the flowers Shane. Bye.

Hello.

I couldn't be there for at least an hour. Perhaps a bit longer. I have to change.

You don't have to bother to change for me. We're family.

Right. I'll be there shortly after now. See you then.

Paula.

Shane.

I was expecting a hat.

You got here quickly. It's exactly nine.

Yeah well uh there's no traffic on 59th Street.

Come on in.

You sat in me look as fit as a fiddle.

And all I ever hear from Whitney is how hard you'll work in New York.

I was practically lived in this room when I used to stay here.

Oh Lord. So do I.

It always reminds me of Grandi's parlor at Penniston Royal.

Yes exactly.

She has.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

She has.

You coming home for Christmas?

Afraid not. I have to go to Barbados. It's a 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 my 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 have 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.

Go on. 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.

And you were always trotting off to building sites with Uncle Blackie.

I guess we're just a couple of old chips off a couple of old blocks.

Don't you sometimes wonder if we worked too hard?

No. No. Blackie never battled for what they've left to us.

I cut let them down and I know you weren't.

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

It's old friendships.

Old friendships, same.

Jane.

I'm done.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

So have you got a busy week? Do you have to fight a Texas?

No I had a meeting with Dale Stevens this morning. Everything was under control.

I have a heavy schedule at the store then.

And I have an appointment with Ross Nelson tomorrow morning. He has some sort of a business proposition for me.

But to watch out for old Ross.

You wouldn't dare.

What do you think of him?

Oh he's okay. For business he's very above board but from the gossip I understand he's bloody unscrupulous with the ladies.

Still protecting me, Shane.

Have you got any plans for the weekend?

Oh, just work. Look, Kyle.

Why don't you drive up with me by the little place in Connecticut?

The fresh air or who you could?

I buy you a spade and you can dig a garden for me. I can only make for an MMI when you were...

Hey, sure.

My grandmother would never sell the shares in Sartex. Never.

Never is a word I've learned to distrust.

I know my grandmother's feelings about Sartex. Dale?

Please.

Emma stands to make millions of she sells.

I don't think money comes into play here.

Mary at Watson and his grown age are a tough bunch. They've wanted Emma out for years.

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

And they'll take pleasure in hassling you for the simple reason that you're a woman.

A woman. But I will be the largest single stockholder and my grandfather was the founder of the company.

They'll take notice of me.

I'm afraid it's still a man's world.

A man's world and it will be until the day that women can go into the men's room.

Not all deals are made in the men's world.

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 a red lunch?

I'm afraid I can't. I have a meeting with the fashion director of the store.

Oh my last bar.

Hello, Sandy.

Hello, Mr. O'Neill. How's it going?

Good. How are you today?

Good.

What's happening?

Well, we're just finishing up the roof. It should be just a couple more days.

Couple more days, huh?

I believe it when I see it.

Is this all yours?

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

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

Nice.

That will be, will be, when it's finished.

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, Jim.

Oh!

Thanks, Jim.

Not true.

It is.

No lies, all lies.

It's not like he said he's hands full looking after you.

Oh, not all the time, Sonny. He did some terrible things to me.

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 Bodicea.

Now, you made me be birdicea.

What has this got to do with blue paint?

Well, we were playing it being ancient Britons and they used to dog them back.

They used to dog themselves with blue woads, so I used paint.

All over?

No.

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

I painted you all over.

Yes, you did. But you kept your knickers off.

Just as well.

Crandy.

My grandmother came and found us in the garage.

I thought Grandpops was going to give me the whipping of my life.

Well, you were the ringleader.

I.

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

Quite right, too.

Quite right.

I'm so glad you're here. You really cheer Shane up.

Make it sound as if he's been done 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.

I'm crazy about you.

It's written all over his face.

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

But Elaine were just old friends.

Childhood friends.

Oh my god, I've said the wrong thing.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I just assumed that you and Shane were out there.

You must have got it wrong.

Shane's always been like a brother to me.

You probably didn't notice I'm married.

Well, that explains everything.

And there I go again.

I'm saying all the wrong things to you.

Elaine.

You has?

It's time to go, honey.

It's time to go, honey. I'm coming.

Paula, good night, honey.

Listen, come again.

Offer your real time.

Am I forgiven?

I think I should thank you.

I'm forgiven.

I'm forgiven.

I'm forgiven.

I'm forgiven.

I'm forgiven.

I think we should go overnight.

Tomorrow's going to be it.

No.

Come and sit here.

I want to talk to you, Shane.

All right.

I'm not going to talk to you, Shane.

I'm not going to talk to you, Shane.

All right.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I want to ask you a question.

Go on, man.

Will you promise to tell me the truth?

That depends on the question.

If I don't like it, I might be a face-sit.

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.

In the years I've lived for you.

I'm not your shade.

I'm not your shade.

When did you discover how you felt about me?

The truth.

Last night.

In the kitchen.

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 will never to have married him, but...

And now there are the twins.

What am I going to do?

How can we have a sortle with this out, Shane?

I don't know.

We'll just take each day as it comes.

Jim is stubborn. He can be very difficult.

He'll never let me go.

Madam, you're flight's ready for boarding now.

Thank you.

Pretty share base and else the departure of Super Sonic 1's first 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 have to shame.

Well, then.

We'll work it out.

Are you trust that? Trust my love for you.

It's me, Nora.

No, I just got back to New York.

How's Lauren?

And Tessa?

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.

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

Oh, get that scene to write to me.

Good.

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

Morning, some fairly.

Yes?

Yeah. Hang on a minute.

Sam, I'm going to kill that county council, Lee.

Sir, well, there's several of them.

Hello, Kyle.

Here.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

What's this?

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

Oh, no.

Yeah, Mrs. Fairley, please, Gay.

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 a 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 round. And I want you all to myself for once.

You've been driving 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.

Cracked 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, Shre.

Oh, thank God. I thought it was the hospital.

Oh, you don't know, do you?

Yes, I do. Winston rang me. How is he, Paula?

I'm lucky to be alive.

And how are you?

Oh, confused. I'm set.

Do you want me to fly over?

No. Of course not. Thank you, she.

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 you played the male chauvinist.

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 with Lept 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. And in favor?

Sam? Oh, yes, it's fine with me.

That's settled, then.

Don't listen, what's happening about that office block in Herban?

The final figure is above my limit, so 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 meet regularly.

What do you think he's up to? I don't know he's done anything.

But the regular audit 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 in the previous night, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Tell me, did you at that time form any opinion as to the cause of Lady Dunville's death?

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 evidence 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 Conloplin, 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 convinced that her death was an accident.

You were the housekeeper at Conloplin House, Mr. Donald.

Yes, I am, sir.

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

Yes, sir. And no, sir.

Would you explain that, Prince?

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, Donald.

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 Dowd account to whom after dinner, but...

My aunt was too busy in...

You was busy on Saturday night?

Yes, sir. Oh, doing his books in the library.

What time was this, Miss Bob?

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 her, so it had to be an accident.

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

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 a 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 arrive back from New York.

Jim, you're on pain, Killers.

Do you really think you ought to be drinking?

Don't fuss, darling.

Anyway, I'm not on pain, Killers 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 row we had, before you went to New York.

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

Jim, lying there, there's a lot of time to think.

And I've been planning our future together.

I wanted to talk to you, too.

I don't think we have.

Mr. Fairley, I just looked into warning you not to ever do 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 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 the Rose.

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 the latest figures on your investment.

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.

Good heavens no. 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 all.

I'm just going to see you again. I missed you so much.

I missed you too.

I'm going to have one, too.

I only go to my apartment.

Yersky!

It's Emily on the line, Mrs Fairley.

She wants 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, Guy.

What's happening with Jim? How is he?

The doctor thinks he needs psychiatric help.

And 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 Grandies until after Christmas.

You're all right. I'm fine, Daisy.

Hello.

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

And Jim?

How's he?

He's thirsty.

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 souffnut!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

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.

Oh.

Are you all right?

Richard, give me a hand.

Just give me a moment.

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

Before I do, 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.

Everything.

I'm so sorry.

If I can do anything to help you.

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

I'll 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 persuaded me it was the 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 Stonewall Properties.

A few weeks ago, I found out my son is Stonewall Properties.

Oh my God.

I'm going to soon do that to his father.

This would be spiced to me.

Oh.

Stonewall Properties.

He's doing very well.

This is fairly.

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.

And 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 fairies had all the wealth and the power in Yorkshire then.

We're all prisoners, aren't we?

Of the past?

The sins of the fathers.

We get saddled with them.

The failures.

And the sin of the fathers.

We're all prisoners, aren't we?

Of the past.

The sins of the fathers.

We get saddled with them.

The failures.

And the sin of the fathers.

And the success.

What are you saddled with?

You've got everything.

I'm saddled with grandi's success.

Everybody expects me to be another Emma Hart and 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.

And merely the caretaker.

I'm afraid I was impulsive Emma.

And irresponsible.

I shouldn't have resigned.

No.

You shouldn't.

Haven't really been fair on Paul either.

In what way?

Well I've disappointed her.

I've let her down really.

And you.

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.

One 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, 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, under the Son, under the Holy Ghost, Amen.

Yes, you're after that. Maybe you can be pleased for it.

I do love weddings. Have you two set a date yet?

No, not yet. We thought we'd be better to wait till next summer.

Jim, are you alright? I've just spent far too long on my feet.

Would you like a bit of chair? Yes, thank you. Can I chop 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'd like to help you plan it, if you'd like.

Our first Christmas without him, Aunt Emma.

I miss him, Shane.

But 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 I am right.

I will be all night.

All is fine.

All is fine.

Round your margin.

Kelly, join them.

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

Sleep in the living. Sleep in the living.

No, Mother. This is what you're looking for.

The bombs 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.

I remember decorating another tree long ago.

Yes?

I've 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 in the world.

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.

Mother, it's beautiful.

I've never seen you wear it.

I never have.

It belonged to your grandmother.

Yes, it was Adele Fairley's.

Oh, Adele Fairley's.

What was that?

We're a Yorkshire paper, and we always repeat,

always carry one local story on the front page.

Hmm?

Yeah, I'll call you back.

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.

I didn't know.

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

But at least the papers will be in Fairley's hands again.

I'm not sure I follow you, Jim.

The children.

My children.

The papers will come to them, and they're fairleys.

Just as you and I are, Adele.

Come on, let's go through a walk.

I need some exercise.

What's up, 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.

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?

Ah, that's where shame comes in.

Me?

Yes, your hotel.

Now where would you recommend that a nice, warm, lazy place for a second hallelujah?

By Beidos?

By Beidos 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 razs.

Don't mean anything.

No, Jim.

Jim, you've had too much to do.

I have no sake.

Don't nag me.

I'm only trying to help.

You won't help yourself. You 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 have been locked away in a mental home.

You don't 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 heart.

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

you know.

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, grandi.

Do you ever feel that grandi knows everything?

She's a wonderfully wise old bird.

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.

You won't listen.

You just won't face the facts.

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

Paula, it's time to get legal advice.

I've talked to Henry Rossiter.

Look, there's grandi.

I always feel closer to Paul when I'm up here.

He wrote me a letter just before he killed himself.

I came up here the day I received it.

Don't stay too long, grandi.

No.

It's time to go.

Good morning, Mrs. Hart.

It is nice to see you again.

Good morning.

Douglas.

Thank you.

It's home.

Oh

I

Grandie it's me I

I waited for you I'm here now

I asked to you to hold my dream

But you must also have a dream

of your own

So

It's

ako

Oh

me

Doth be crusted.

The peace of God which passes 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 Earth is filled with you.

Be among you and remain with you always.

And it was for the nature of time

Oh the burning becomes sorrows free

Oh the new ones speak across just seeing

And in the dark eyePaper, dense divine.

Shine for the both our audible Now!

And for thy exaggeration

And on those depths of dragon

Good morning.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Have you, um...

You thought any more about selling the house in Belgravia?

I haven't got it yet.

Now then she always said it was for you.

Ah, Mother.

Hello, kid.

She's already in...

Of course, yes.

Yes, you...

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

which I must certainly intend selling.

Investing the money in a stone, will you?

Come on.

The last time I saw Emma,

she said she wanted no long faces, no, um, sad songs

after she was dead.

She said she'd known the best and the worst

and her extraordinary life.

And there'd not been one dull moment.

Now before I proceed,

I would like to say that I, um, personally

mourn a very dear friend,

who was the most remarkable person

I've ever known.

Now, um, I'll keep this all informal,

since you, um, 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 coddershows.

I will read them.

Coddershil I.

I do give to Shane O'Neill,

the sum of one million pounds

in the form of a trust fund,

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

Coddershil II.

I give to my great-neve you,

Winston Hart,

the sum of one 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 into national.

Coddershil III.

To, um, Jim Ferley,

husband of my granddaughter Paula.

I give 5% of my shares

in my new Canadian newspaper company,

Coddershil IV.

I give to my granddaughter Paula McGill,

fairly, 60% of the shares

in my new Canadian newspaper company.

Coddershil V.

I have decided that the properties

bought for me by Paul 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, uh,

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 dealing with the house.

She is an even family choir.

Please be gentle.

I have to stop this.

Where's my house?

Shut up! All of you!

Just shut up!

She's only been dead for a few days

and you've behaved 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 rebayed.

She's a very tiny girl.

She's going to get him with him.

All the same.

We'll see you.

Take it!

Take it!

Cheat it.

Now there's bloody women.

The Ordinance found nothing irregular in the books

with H. Jonathan wouldn't be stupid enough to steal from his blade and blade.

However, he is cheating out and brided.

Then John Cross was right.

Yes, it seems so.

Jonathan turned down several deals which were later picked up

by Stonewall property.

And those would have been right for heart?

Yes.

Of course, Jonathan could say that in his judgment,

they weren't right.

They 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.

He...

Hello.

You and Jim had so much when you started.

What happened?

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 a child.

Becoming...

Or Jim.

So talented.

And so blinker.

There's managing director and editor-in-chief.

You control the papers anyway.

So why do you want shares?

For my children.

But they'll get Paul'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 of 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.

Hello, Mrs. Fairley.

Hello.

Are you getting anywhere with Jonathan?

I've had two meetings with him in the past 10 days.

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

But the deal is perfect for hard-ending.

I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it.

He's the best made, and he keeps putting me off.

But the deal is perfect.

It's always good to be.

So why is he stalling?

He don't want to lose it,

and has to make sure it's exactly very important for all the properties.

He's from my company here to London.

Could you keep five- Gardener Wiigenses in the property?

Could you protect all the police?

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. It's a pity, really.

This would have been a good deal for heart 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 property 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're negotiating with heart enterprises.

Not true. I wish it were.

I, uh, I heard on the real estate grapevine that heart 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 marital bed, 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.

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 and 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 Rosita and there is no reason at all why we cannot have an amicable divorce.

It 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 you were Henry Rosita says it by making children wards of court,

when 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 heftie 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, sir.

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 onto Stonewall.

So, when 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. I'm using you 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.

You've just tried to prove it.

It's all here, Thomas.

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 understand.

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

You've lost it, Emily.

You wanted 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 have done anything wrong, Uncle David.

You invested in a company that was in direct competition with Hart 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 with you bastard! Get out!

And you too, you bitch! I'll get you with this Paula fairly.

Sebastian and I will bloody get you.

Uncle David, what am I going to do?

I didn't know, Sarah. 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.

Hmm. 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 it to the others, Art.

I guarantee they'd sell to me. Emily and Winston would.

Once they know Paula's happiness is involved.

I'm sure Sarah and Jonathan won.

But the shares the four of you earn would 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 the boss 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 until later this evening, Jim.

No problem.

Just but if we wait for the documents from any 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 agreement after the holidays, eh?

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 flight, VA 193 from London.

Yeah, here, recently, it's been about 24-year-old.

There's a very good guy.

Two-year-old, one-year-old.

Sorry.

Hello.

That father of yours is a miracle worker.

Yes, yes, indeed.

Jim will have signed the agreement by now.

And your powerful divorce after Easter.

I want us to be married as soon as possible.

Who said why?

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.

Absolutely. 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.

And I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I don't love you, wait for me one couple.

And this is just the first morning of our own life together.

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

Oh, well.

Good. I shall throw away my alarm clock.

I'm not, 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'll call you back later.

When it's the last time I ever ask 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.

No.

No.

No.

Not you, my father.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

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 grieve for them. We remember them.

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, a 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, Jim.

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.

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

She's a great-born girl.

Herringbone jacket, striped suit, plaid shirt.

She was with me at the time of the accident.

How do you find something like that, Emily?

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

How do you wait for her?

It might be Sky.

Hi, Sky. Hello, Emily.

Hi, Emily, elevator.

Hello, Shane.

Hello, Sky.

It's all fixed, Shane.

Your book till my congo will play tomorrow.

Great, thanks, Winston.

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, Sky.

I'll be commuting every few weeks.

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 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 site X shares. Should I sell them?

Well, 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 site X.

All right. It's milk Jackson.

It's a tenor.

He already owns a large block of site X 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 site X stock.

How much it is?

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

Uh, it's not as much.

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 oil.

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 owns shares and site X. 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.

What are they?

I have three.

You must guarantee me a stronger voice on the site X 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.

I'm going to shoot a hard-ass banker being taken by a slip of a girl, Jesus Christ.

It's not going to get out of 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 of corporate account.

I'll back you all the way. Now just remember, huh? You can't be unresponsive.

Move for a woman, change her mind.

I'm expecting her a little later this afternoon.

Hey, Ross. Bye-bye.

Thanks, Dale.

Come in. Hello, Mrs. Fairley. Hello, Bob. I'll tell Mr. Nelson you're here.

Yes, Bob.

Mrs. 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 hadn't planned to stay very long. I have mass as a 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 porn. Here's to you. 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. Mm-hmm.

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.

Get off. That's what I'm going to do.

No! No!

No! No!

Listen, search. You're doing it.

Get off.

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There's nothing wrong.

I'm sorry, I've been crying.

There's nothing wrong.

I'm sorry, I've been crying.

There's nothing wrong with crying.

You've bottled it up for far too long.

I think deep down you felt it was your fault.

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It was an accident.

I know.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

What happened?

Rassenelson tried to raid me this evening.

What?

Are they straight for?

I'll call a doctor or the police.

No, no, no, no.

Emily, come here.

It was disgusting.

Somehow that 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 Blackie 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.

You know.

I'll be fine now, it's important.

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It has such power if you believe It is in your life, your destiny

They are the dark and lonely nights But never doubt your heart is right

And you will wake you up, it was always meant to be

And you are bound to hold that dream