[theme music playing]
[footsteps]
GUARD: Deks.
Deksy.
Still here.
[singing]
[door slamming]
RADIO: Four minutes, 22 seconds.
Governor's arrival.
Bollocks.
Look, if you can't take a loss, then stay out of chapel.
Love.
Yes?
Yes, what.
Yes, what can I do for you?
You're a subversive, Love.
I could have you slung out of here.
I'm sorry, Mr. Tricklebank.
It's the excitement of going to church.
Why anyone of their own free will should wish to visit
you is quite beyond my comprehension.
If you can't behave in chapel, try to behave with your guest.
Joseph.
Wake up.
We're here.
I know.
But you have to meet my father sooner or later.
Just remember that I love you very much.
We'll be all right, you and me.
And then I have to go and meet your father,
which I'm not looking forward to tell him more about you
because you're going to be a big surprise to him.
You're a big surprise everybody really aren't you?
[baby fussing]
Oh.
This is him.
No.
This is what I got free with petrol on the way here.
Can I touch him?
You haven't seen me for a long time, daddy.
You could kiss me.
Ahh.
Here.
[baby cooing]
Joseph.
[chuckling]
You look so well.
I got you fooled then.
How do you feel?
Tired.
Very, very tired and late.
Oh, God.
Take care of him, Ella.
I'll be back soon.
How implausible that Piers Garfield-Ward should
be capable of making a baby.
Piers?
TOM: You've informed the father that he's a father?
No.
Well, not yet.
Instead you choose to encourage the attentions
of the convict Love.
This is perverse.
He's finished, OK.
I wrote and told him so.
So why you going to visit him?
Because he won't leave me alone.
I have to tell him to his face.
Listen.
Go back to London, pack your bags--
Daddy, we've agreed.
Pack your bags and come home just for a while.
You know I have to do this on my own.
So finish.
You're not open to suggestion.
Fine.
Of course, I'm open to suggestion,
but this is not negotiable.
[baby crying]
God.
[baby crying]
My heir, Joseph.
You are my heir.
My heir.
[chatter]
I'm sorry.
I didn't-- I thought--
I thought we'd be in a room with a screen or something.
GUARD: Deks.
Yeah, I know.
Stephen, this is awful.
Deks, not Stephen.
Different person altogether.
It's important.
I came to tell you--
I came to tell you why I stopped writing and everything,
but I can't here.
I just--
Take your time.
It's all right.
No.
That's the point.
It is not all right.
I rang the flat.
I moved.
Look, it's OK, you know.
We can talk about it tomorrow.
I don't want to talk about it tomorrow.
I don't want to see you tomorrow.
Day after?
Don't start that.
DEREK: Don't start what, Jo.
I've waited 307 days just to find out whether or not
you're still alive. You're not at the trial.
You don't--
JO: It's finished.
That's one of the things I came to tell you.
I've changed, Jo.
No, listen to me.
I've really changed.
No more scams, no more lies.
I love you.
Christ, Jo, I want to marry you and have a mortgage and babies
and a lawnmower, everything.
I love you.
You're too late.
DEREK: It's not too late, Jo.
It can't be.
Stephen, you tossed a coin for me.
I saw you do that, and I stopped loving you.
It all just drained away.
DEREK: No.
Yes.
I'm moving again today.
Nobody will know where I am.
You won't be able to track me down.
I'll write to you.
Wherever you go, I will find you and win you back,
Jo, because you and I were meant for each other and you know it.
If we split up, we'll spend the rest of our lives searching
for each other in other people.
For God's sake, you're hurting me!
I'll find you.
I'll find you!
TOM: Joanna, this is your father once again.
I am so sorry.
Joanna, if you're there, please pick up the telephone.
[doorbell ringing]
What?
What do you want?
Jo Franklin?
Do you work for my father?
No.
No, I used to work for Jimmy Blake, but he sacked me.
Congratulations.
Silly, I've just
I'm so sorry.
That was terrible.
No, this bag.
It's hopeless.
I've had rather a traumatic day I'm afraid.
It's OK.
Look, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea,
and let's start again please.
Thanks.
I carry her around with me all day.
I talk to her all day.
I think of everything that we can possibly say to each other
when I get out so I'll know exactly the right words.
10 months like this preparing.
What do I do?
I almost broke her wrist, Cyril.
Jesus, I can't believe I did that.
She just wanted to talk.
I didn't let her talk.
Listen to me, 24 hours you're on the street free.
Want to bet?
You went for a visitor.
That's naughty.
Shut up, Radio.
But this is the man who'll bet on anything.
Come on, fuckface.
I reckon a 20-day extension.
A quid on.
What do you say?
Get out.
This crew's got no grudge, Deksy.
They won't tell Tricklebank.
Tricklebank knows.
Don't get to be a red band by not keeping
the governor up to date do you?
Get out of here!
[cheering]
[groaning]
All right, come on you.
Come on, just don't do this to me.
It's my last day.
It's what do you think.
Thanks, Vanessa.
[phone ringing]
Piers.
Jimmy.
Jimmy?
This isn't happening is it?
It's a joke.
It's a Blake-o-gram or something.
If I press this button, I can hear everything
in Mr. Coley's office.
Good of you to drop in, Jimmy.
How's your lovely wife?
Sod my lovely wife.
You look utterly cadaverous, Michael.
What the hell's going on?
Well, I suppose that's the pleasantries dispensed with.
Basically, Jimmy, Claybourgh's is
finished as is the city full stop if that's any consolation.
Welcome to England, Jimmy.
Land of putrid milk and suppurating honey.
My God.
God.
This is a temporary embarrassment surely.
The bank will recover.
For Claybourgh's, the war is over.
JIMMY: It can't be.
I can't afford it to be.
Sell, Jimmy.
ASAP.
There's nothing else you can do.
Would that I could.
MICHAEL: What do you mean?
I refer to the unscheduled disappearance
of my Claybourgh's share certificates
amongst other treasures.
Hell's bowels, Jimmy.
Do you have any idea who's got them?
JIMMY: Dear boy, I know precisely who's got them.
[giggling]
So you were what, his PA, secretary?
Housekeeper.
Barmaid.
You've got the picture.
Listen, um--
Anna.
JO: Anna, why me?
And how did you find me?
Blake was always going on about how much I was like you.
JO: And how's that?
Stroppy is the word he used when he sacked me.
So I took a note of your old address in Chelsea,
and when I got here this morning, I called around.
The couple told me you were here.
Did they?
ANNA: They were very helpful.
It took you half a day.
It'll take him 10 seconds.
[crashing]
You're a bloody fool.
Tell me about it.
Or mommy'll wash you down the plug hole.
She's too tired for a big number, OK.
She's certainly too tired to hit the road tonight.
Am I doing it wrong?
Am I drying him with a dog's blanket or something?
Listen, Anna, where are you going
to stay 'til you go to college?
Oh, around.
Here and there.
No idea really.
Because you can toss here tonight if you like.
I could do with the company.
Thanks.
GUARD: 64468, Mr. Tricklebank, Prisoner Love.
TRICKLEBANK: All right.
Let's just remind ourselves of your activities while our guest
here--
drinking, assaulting a visitor, assaulting a trustee.
What else?
Gambling-- we do like to gamble don't we?
We gamble on table football, the shipping forecast.
We particularly like to gamble in chapel.
Will the hymn numbers add up to an odd figure on even one?
Will the governor arrive four minutes late or five?
I know everything that happens in my prison.
You expect to be released tomorrow,
and I know enough to keep you here for another six months.
So what have you got to say for yourself?
Double or quits.
Get out of my office, Mr. Love.
Thank you Mr. Tricklebank.
Before I change my mind.
Lucky.
Got you a motor have we?
It's not one of mine, no.
See you later.
Willy.
My mother told me not to talk to people
who have been to prison.
How ya been?
Hey, Franklin wants you.
Tough.
Isn't mutual.
Listen, I'm going straight from here to try and find Jo.
You can drop me-- - He says it's urgent.
No.
What is urgent is I've got to find Jo, Willy.
It's about Jo.
It's more than my life's worth, chicken.
Sorry.
Theme park Britain.
I'm sorry.
Leisure.
My bank has held for me to invest
in mindless entertainment for the masses.
I see it as a crusade, Jimmy.
How romantic.
What exactly?
To teach them a lesson by doing what they want.
The Brits want farm, I'll give them farm.
I'm purchasing a chain of casinos.
You sly old sausage.
I have found the syndicate.
Alas, one member has defaulted.
Take his place, Jimmy.
Flabors is dead now that you sold your shares.
JIMMY: Of course.
Cash to burn.
Come in with me.
Tom, would that I could, I'm not
there to bother with obstacles.
My shares remain in an unsold condition purely
because the certificates have been stolen.
Replaceable, of course, it all takes time.
And you've reported this?
The situation is a trifle complex.
I have another path of inquiry.
Curiously enough your daughter might be able to assist me.
How?
I telephoned her flat.
She seems to have moved.
Indeed.
Far?
What?
Has she moved far?
I do not wish to discuss Joanna.
Wonderful girl in my opinion.
Opinions are like buttocks, Jimmy.
We all have them, but it's not always desirable to air them
in public.
Three days to sort yourself out.
Now I have a meeting.
Stay awhile, relax.
Shoot some animals.
When I find that bloody girl, I might very well shoot her.
Is this because I snore or something?
I just don't want to be here when
somebody turns up that's all.
Person who gave me this, in fact.
Do you want it?
It'd probably fit.
Any of those, you can have.
Where are you going?
God knows.
I've just got to get away for two days, two weeks.
Get myself together.
Then I can take him on, tell him what I've got to tell him.
I really can't face him now.
I'll just get dressed then.
Look I was thinking why do you stay here 'til I get back.
Shit.
ANNA: Did he give you this as well?
JO: No.
No, this was given me by someone else.
This isn't his style.
PIERS: Oh, God.
Can I help you at all?
Go about your business, loathsome crone.
I wish to see the owner of this dump.
You don't have to speak to each other.
It's all agreed.
I wouldn't speak to him even if it wasn't.
Wait.
Hello, Dudley.
[inaudible]
When's it due?
Any day now then it's yours.
How's the farm?
If you'd come home more often, you wouldn't need to ask.
Snip, snip.
Sack him, mother.
I do regularly.
Should be very busy, your mom, while
you were at the hairdresser's.
Is that a fact?
And the old bugger wound up ready to sign it
all over to you.
Not a responsibility I asked for, Dudley.
[inaudible]
He loves you deep down, but it is very deep down.
I know this isn't easy.
Understatement looks good on you.
Thank you.
My husband wanted a girl.
[chatter]
You're late.
Piss off.
Sorry.
Sorry, sorry.
I did my best.
[phone ringing]
Yes.
JO: Piers.
You're back.
Listen, I just rung to say I've got something of yours
if you want to come and get it.
Yes, please.
PIERS: Could you be here in half an hour?
No problem.
I'm sorry, Mr. Love.
I can't interrupt the meeting.
OK.
Hear me now.
I'm not going anywhere.
Relax.
[alarm ringing]
Oh, my God.
[chatter]
Dangerous, Love, dangerous.
But not witty.
Thought you wanted to talk.
I've one thing to say to you.
DEREK: Shouldn't take you long.
A request from my daughter.
Stay away.
That's a request from you.
From me, Mr. Love, it is an instruction.
We do not have a relationship that allows you
to give me instructions, Tom.
That it?
I agreed to let her live her own life,
and you were bloody well do the same.
Understand me?
I will not have my family harassed.
Joanna is chasing around London trying to avoid you.
What you agreed with Jo is your concern.
London, that's a start.
Thanks.
I need three things--
address, car, cash.
I got some very nice blood here if you're short of that.
I've got to find her, Willy.
There's nothing else left.
I can give you the last address.
Anything else?
That's all.
My car's bugger 'til tomorrow, and I
don't get paid 'til the first.
I'm a [inaudible] man.
I've been skint for a week.
OK.
Thanks.
I'll get the address.
So now what?
It's always a great mistake, Stephen, to suppose that things
can never get worse.
JIMMY: The shooting is dismal enough
without klaxons going off when you finally do spot a bunny.
Surprised to see me, poppet?
Surprised to see me?
On the contrary.
I've been expecting you.
You see I'm a bit down in the dumps.
DEREK: Oh, dear.
I need to find somebody.
I have a suspicion the delightful Johanna might be
able to help me find the person I'm looking for,
a business associate.
To be frank with you, dear boy, which
is not a phenomenon I relish, I've exhausted all other leads.
I've got the address.
JIMMY: I, of course, have a motorcar.
Give me the keys.
PIERS: I know.
People whinge because it was long.
Now they snigger because it's short.
Life isn't worth living really.
Here.
You haven't changed.
Am I coming up?
No.
I'm sorry.
I'm in a hurry.
No, Jo.
Come on.
You should keep it.
Forget I gave you.
I'd prefer it if you took it, Piers, please.
So why all the rush?
I have to get out of London.
I mean now.
PIERS: You all right?
I'm fine.
Where are you going to go?
Don't get proprietorial, Piers, please.
It's not do business anymore.
I was only I was going to say probably
completely the wrong thing, but there's a cottage
at Winterly Melbourne.
I wouldn't come within 50 miles of you,
so don't worry about me.
I mean, my father, me, remember.
Are you serious?
PIERS: Yeah.
I'm serious.
It's a friendly gesture, Jo.
That's all.
I'm not scheming.
I promise.
Winterly Melbourne.
Here's the address.
And nobody else is to know.
OK.
Don't answer the door and don't answer the phone.
OK.
And if my father let himself in,
then hit him with the nearest valuable object.
Do you have enough money?
Yes, thanks.
Good luck, Jo.
If you kill me, I'll drag you through every court
in Christendom.
You said you were bored.
Bored, yes, but consumed by pathological death wish, no.
Yeah immediate let.
Luxury penthouse apartment in the heart of Kensington.
Three bedrooms-- four bedrooms, private parking,
500 pounds a week.
[doorbell buzzing]
Just a minute.
DEREK: Jo, it's me.
Jo?
Hello?
DEREK: Who are you?
Who are you?
DEREK: Where's Jo?
Jo doesn't live here anymore.
Me again.
Sorry, bit of interference.
Your name please, madam?
Franklin, Joanna Franklin.
So now we take the encampment by storm
with arrows and elephants.
We wait.
We watch.
She comes out, or I go in.
In the meantime, go and get us something to eat will you.
Quarter pound cheeseburger for me.
I'm starving.
Oh, God.
I'm only human, Jimmy.
That's debatable.
My father's had a stroke.
Oh, my God, Piers.
He's in a coma.
Look, would you mind awfully holding the fort?
[gasping]
Yes.
This must be the ring of hell.
Dante considered too grueling for his readers.
Being trapped in [inaudible] carriage with a working class
psychopath stuffing cheeseburgers.
Who's this business associate anyway?
What's he got to do with Jo?
She and mind your own business.
I miss working for you, you know.
Do you?
Lights out.
We're off.
Stay here.
[groaning]
Good evening, Ms. Franklin.
My name's Vincent.
Ringing about the flat.
Just to confirm 10:00 tomorrow to come and have a look around.
Thanks a lot.
You're welcome.
[keys rattling]
[door squeaking]
I've got a date tomorrow.
When exactly?
Me, not you, poppet.
Come on.
I'm driving, thank you.
Home, James.
[engine roaring]
You're not borrowing it.
No way.
[car pulling up]
PIERS: What the hell's he doing here?
Jimmy.
I wasn't sure if you got the message.
Oh, Olivia, darling, what a tragedy.
I dropped everything to get here.
Dear boy.
I hope it isn't terribly inconvenient for you.
I had an appointment this morning, it's true.
But it rather evaporated.
All that can wait.
The important thing at this moment is to be here with you.
I didn't know you two were so well acquainted.
Life is full of mysteries, Piers.
First thing's first, Olivia.
Might I pay my respects to the deceased?
Of course.
Thank you.
[doorbell ringing]
Mr. Vincent, I presume.
Guilty.
You are?
Joanna Franklin.
Come on in.
I'll show you around.
The flat's still available?
Absolutely.
Splendid.
Coffee?
Not for me, thanks.
Excuse me asking.
You not by any chance related to Tom Franklin are you?
He's my father.
Good lord.
Yeah, just a minute.
I can see it, you know.
Here.
If you'd have said here, you'd have been in a lot of trouble.
[laughing]
You're good.
Excuse me.
That's the bathroom?
Looks rather like one, yes.
Lovely dress by the way.
I'm sorry.
I gave it to you, remember.
Let's have a chat shall we?
Mr. Vincent, this all sounds very intriguing.
Sit.
Where is she?
Who?
OK, listen, I'm going to make this simple.
You are not Joanna Franklin, and if you don't
tell me where she is in three seconds,
I'm going to call the police.
1--
The phone's on the table.
DEREK: 2, taking a bunch of deposits
for the list of somebody else's flat is bent.
3.
It's a cottage in the country.
I helped her move in.
Where?
What's the address?
ANNA: I could remember it if I drove.
Look, seriously.
I've got to get out of here anyway.
I'll drive you there.
Deal?
Get up.
Do you never say please?
Maybe I'll say thank you when we get there.
PIERS: Hello.
Hello.
You promised me, Piers.
I know.
What is it you want?
I've just came to say my father died last night.
Oh, God.
Oh, I'm sorry.
So I'm going to be around a bit.
I just wanted to let you know so you didn't think--
Piers, I don't know what to say.
Nor do I really.
Keep thinking of all the things I wanted to say to him
rather than the few things I actually did say.
So I'm king of the castle.
You can call me Lord Melbourne.
Marquis of Clayboroughs.
Clayboroughs can go to hell.
Halfway there already.
I'm going to resign.
One more thing.
There's a load of junk up in the loft here--
baby pictures of me and Tom.
I'll have someone pick them up sometime.
OK.
Take care.
What do you do anyway?
In what sense what do I do?
Oh, for God's sake forget it.
Nothing.
I don't do anything.
I used to be in business.
How very interesting.
DEREK: Then I went to prison.
I got out yesterday.
I got no job, no money, no home, no clothes, no car.
No deodorant?
This is my list.
Stay out of it.
No career prospects.
Bloody hell.
You're a useless old tosser really aren't you?
Keys.
[engine turning]
On the contrary, I was a great admirer of Margaret Thatcher.
She soused the country down on its life
and greatly invigorated its industry.
Unfortunately, that country is Japan.
What are you doing here exactly?
JIMMY: Whatever happened to that delightful girl
you used to court?
Franklin's daughter.
Jo?
Yes, Jo.
No idea.
I asked Jimmy to come because he's an old friend
and because we need his advice.
JIMMY: Inheritance tax, ah, it's a bloody business.
DUDLEY: The farm will go for a start.
[inaudible] knows.
Used to be 15 domestic staff here.
They've all gone.
PIERS: OK, let's stop pissing about with cards
shall we just for a minute and establish
what is going on here.
OLIVIA: Piers--
I am responsible for father having a stroke.
I am responsible for my trust agreement not being signed.
It is therefore my fault that Winterly
is going to be screwed for millions,
which we simply don't have.
Yes?
Good.
That's cleared up then.
JO: Dear Stephen, I had one very important thing to say to you
yesterday, and I didn't say it.
I think it's better if I write it down.
Last year, my birthday, we made love.
Neither of us meant it happen.
The next day you tossed a coin for me,
and I set off to go around the world.
When I got to New Zealand, I found out I was pregnant.
I thought even here, you won't leave me alone will you.
I brought you with me, and I didn't even know it.
I hated you for that.
Can you believe it?
What a way to end in a pregnancy.
So I thought if I'm going to love this child,
it has to be mine.
Mine.
Not yours.
If I'd told you in prison I was going to have a baby,
you'd have come hunting for me and found me and looked
after me and made me feel special,
and I would have fallen in love with you all over again.
You bastard.
And you'd have let me down again.
God, Stephen.
I don't know what I want.
I know what I want.
I want to be left alone to start again.
That's what I'm doing now, and it's working.
If you care for me, you must just leave me alone.
With affection, Jo.
Yes, sir.
Yeah, I'd like to report a stolen vehicle.
Right.
I thought I should just get here to warn you.
JO: I'm glad you did.
Thanks.
So what do we do now?
Wait I suppose.
ANNA: Look, Jo, relax.
I took him 70 miles in the wrong direction
and dumped him in the middle of nowhere.
He has no idea where you are for heaven's sake.
OK.
Yeah, OK.
Now I think we ought to get something.
What?
ANNA: Drunk.
You know it makes sense.
[giggling]
I wish you'd stay.
Mr. Stebbings.
It's not totally inconspicuous, your car.
It's turned up in a place called Winterly Melbourne.
Cheers.
[laughing]
Oh, what about you?
You ever suffered from marriage or divorce
or related illnesses?
I met this guy in Switzerland called Roman.
Mad.
No, I mean literally, very dangerous.
We were together for five years.
Taught me everything I know.
Five years.
That's a marriage.
And it all came to an end.
Unfortunately, there was a beginning and a middle
to get through first.
[baby sneezing]
Who's the father, Jo?
I am.
Where is this guy now?
In Africa where I left him.
I hope.
Or else he's got over here and he's looking for me.
Shit.
Sorry.
OK, now listen to me.
This is your therapist speaking.
Life is beautiful, Anna.
You just have to have a little bit
of faith in your own judgment.
Because ultimately you always do what's
best for you like what I done.
That'll be 50 quid.
I'll drink to that.
Now look.
You have to help me with the very
difficult ethical decision.
In the roof, there are pictures of my present landlord
naked on a rug.
Now are we or are we not going to get them down here and stick
them up around the house?
Whoo!
Shhh.
There isn't one.
[whispering]
Come up.
Uh uh.
I've changed my mind.
Why?
ANNA: Spiders.
JO: You wimp.
You wimp.
[laughing]
Oh, wait.
Be careful.
No, not those.
Those ones over there.
[inaudible]
Be careful.
A couple of things, that--
[interposing voices]
[foreboding music]
What about the boxes?
What those?
[crashing]
Jo!
Oh, my God.
[baby crying]
DEREK: Oh, God.
Jo.
[theme music playing]