[music playing]
PIERS: Look at it.
A little haven of lost values and craftsmanship
blissfully unchanged through centuries of turmoil, unrest,
and civil war.
Yep, flatten it.
[machines whirring]
[music playing]
Who'd have thought Jimmy Blake would
end up paying for all this?
Certainly not Jimmy.
I sometimes think the most galling
aspect of life is that one cannot sue the manufacturer.
The peace of my retirement sacked and pillaged
by packs of raucous oafs.
Who's this?
Oh.
Various mutant relatives.
You look ghastly.
I couldn't sleep last night.
Poppet, a conscience is a luxury no one at your age
can afford.
Are there any photos of my mother?
She's dead, darling.
They're in Malaya.
In Malaya, you said they were here.
To err is human.
To forgive, divine.
It's not what you think.
I never think.
[machines clanging]
Button?
Yeah.
[whistling]
[door creaking]
It's a priest hole.
Must've been here for centuries, we never knew.
It's right in the way.
WOMAN: Well, you can't just knock it down.
Thing is, this room's not big enough to make the gaming
wall viable, so we have to.
Well, knock down that wall.
Go in the other direction.
We'll have to strengthen it.
It'd cost you a fortune.
What exactly is a fortune?
Doesn't matter what it is.
We've got enough just to finish the kitchen,
the bedrooms, and this.
We've got to have them by Christmas.
We have some money set aside.
Yeah, to run the casino.
Well, we might get some more from somewhere by then.
And pigs might fly.
Look, we are not destroying this on the off chance
that you can't open your bloody speakeasy on time.
Do something else.
What?
What you're are paid for.
So, what do we do, Dex?
Nothin'.
Yeah, well, all right, then.
But in the meantime, what you want done with this junk?
WOMAN: What are these?
MAN: It's an expert on art.
I'd say they were drawings.
That's her, Jimmy.
[suspenseful music]
Really?
What do you actually propose to do with them when you find her?
She stole from Joe.
She stole from me.
She was the only person there when Joe died.
She gave a false name and address to the police.
Wouldn't you want to find her?
I want to know, Jimmy, what happened.
It tortures me.
But no progress.
Only dead ends.
I've got business with the casinos.
But, one day.
Now, how much longer are you sponging off Winterly?
I'm helping out in an advisory capacity.
Temporarily.
You're wasting your time.
Their hovel is ripe for the bulldozer.
But what are they doing to revive the corpse?
Who would be mad enough to pay for it?
I really can't imagine.
I want to know everything that goes on there.
Anything I can use against Ward in court.
Playing stoolie on one's host lends the bounds of etiquette
has certain elastic quality.
Don't you think?
If he won't do it, I have people who will.
It's important, Jimmy.
A dynasty at stake here.
PIERS: No.
DEREK: What?
Look, I'm as pissed off as you are,
but I think we'd better try.
If this goes, it's gone forever.
Fine.
Excuse me.
Can we talk now?
They can't be originals.
Well, I don't know, either, but this signed by D rer, look.
Here, the initials.
A-D. Albrecht D rer.
Even if they're copies, they might be worth something.
All I'm saying is, there's no harm in getting them valued,
is there?
Did you tell him?
Good god, wherever did you dig those up?
Anna I was wondering if they were incredibly valuable.
Well, for heaven's sake, we would've sold them years ago.
They're copies, wedding present.
Your father didn't like them, so I hid them away.
ANNA: Why?
What's wrong with them?
He was jealous.
Of the person who gave them to me.
Silly, really.
Tell me where you got them.
Just to put my mind at rest.
My dear, your mind is always at rest.
They are worthless.
Now, a pox on all that, and listen.
Franklin may have this place watched at any time.
The demented old swine is quite unpredictable.
Watched?
What for?
He seeks scandal to compromise Piers.
His fight for the mewling sprog.
On current form, he will not have long to wait.
So, when I leave from Malaya, you will come with me.
After that, you stay at my Mayfair flat
until you go to college.
And where will you be?
Here, protecting my absurd investment.
Well I want to stay here, too.
Whatever for?
Last week he was slavering to leave.
Well, I--
Oh, my god.
ANNA: What?
Love.
Is that why you want to stay?
Him?
No.
Don't be ridiculous.
That's absurd. - Absurd?
It's grotesque.
What's it got to do with you, anyway?
Franklin would dine on your bowels,
if I don't get that first.
Anna, I'm trying to protect you, damn it.
Where are you going?
To get these valued in London and do some shopping.
I had a bit of a windfall this morning.
DEREK: Did you hear all that stuff
that I got from Olivia today?
No.
I was dead at the time.
Like being back at school.
Yes, I should imagine that kind of speech
is really familiar.
I mean, seriously.
How can they expect to save a dump like that, a raffle?
You don't have to stay.
I like it, here.
As a woman, would you say that Jimmy Blake was attractive?
Jimmy Blake's not a woman.
No, come on.
What do you think?
Well, not so much attractive as horrible.
Exactly, so.
How come Anna's sleeping with him?
Why do you ask?
I'm just curious.
Oh, yeah.
What?
Everyone's deserting me.
Piers and you.
You left me, remember?
And you had his baby.
MAN: Keep taking the tablets.
It's everyone in the end workin' on their own.
Situation is vacant, wasn't it?
Loopy ex-con took his aristocratic arse
for a lost cause.
Wage is crap.
Intelligent people need not apply.
Myself, I'm thinking about becoming an estate agent.
That'll be interesting for you, isn't it?
So I can sell off family's pile of shit
when it finally goes down the toilet.
Well, that's going to take a little bit longer,
now we've got rid of you.
Do you ever go to church?
I was going to once, but I've sobered up in time.
I come here when it all gets on top of me.
I've been a lot recently.
I'm sorry I had a go at you today.
I worry too much.
Yeah, well I've been thinking.
You were right about the priest hole.
We'll leave it.
Really?
Why?
What's the matter, Olivia?
Don't you trust me?
You miss Jo, don't you?
I miss my husband.
Terribly sometimes.
Although this whole mess is partly his fault,
I constantly wonder why I bother.
I just love this place.
I suppose it has a soul and history.
And I love all the people.
Ray, Eric, everyone.
I can't explain it.
No, I can't explain it either.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did you want something important?
Yes.
We've opened a bottle of that wine
that Jimmy keeps for special occasions.
OLIVIA: Oh, that's nice of him.
He isn't there.
[laughing]
You coming?
In a while.
I think I'll pray some more.
The sheer volume might make an impression.
Oh, there's one last thing I forgot got to say.
Um, we don't have to delay the building now.
OLIVIA: Why, what happened?
The drawings are real.
What?
Anna just go back from getting them valued.
They're worth a fortune.
I do not believe it.
ANNA: It's true.
Simple as that.
I had them valued myself.
Charlatans!
What are you wearing?
What do you think?
I think it cost me the contents of my wallet.
But worth the trip.
Winterly keeps a priest hole and gains a gaming den,
and Olivia takes her fangs out of Dex's throat.
You've got to look on the bright side.
Mm, dazzling, I'm sure.
The drawings are with my colleague,
Dr. Haselden He is not overly bright,
but I confidently expect him to confirm my findings.
Now, if you wish to sell, we'll be happy to find you a buyer.
Thanks.
Just one thing.
If, as I suspect, the drawings are genuine,
they form part of a collection taken by the Germans in the war
from a museum in Holland.
In the course of my examination, I felt
obliged to contact the Dutch.
And I have to tell you, they take the view that the drawings
still belong to them.
However, they do still have to prove it first.
I should contact my lawyer, if I you.
MISS GIBBS: Happily, this area's a real legal minefield.
PIERS: Happily?
Mm, for my fees.
[gentle music]
Dutch won't take us to court, yet.
He'll start with a gentlemanly request for their return.
Relying on our sense of honor.
No.
On our sense of humor.
But we can't stall forever.
Basically, they can prove that they own the drawings
before the war, but since Hitler technically
bought them in 1941, theoretically,
they still belong to him.
However, I'm not expecting many of Adolf's heirs
to step forward.
So the Dutch will claim that the property should revert to them.
We can counterclaim that James Blake bought the drawings
in good faith, and that they failed
to make sufficient efforts to reclaim them after 1945.
Yeah, fascinating, but do get to the point.
Well, technically speaking, tell him to piss off.
[laughing]
Love.
My daughter is infatuated with the brill creamed blackmailer.
I know.
Franklyn's private army are hot on her high heels,
and worst of all, she will not cease droning
on about her blasted mother.
Well, what did you expect?
The worst, as always.
One is so rarely disappointed.
You should have told her the truth about Hannah at the time.
She was too young to understand.
Well, she's not too young now, Jimmy.
Tell her.
These things have a momentum.
I doubt she would forgive me.
Jimmy, I have known you most of our lives.
And it seems to me that all your problems stem
from this pathological secrecy.
You're never really happy unless you are
hiding something from someone.
Are you?
Aren't I?
Haselden from Wilder's, smaller auction house.
D rer is his specialty, as well.
Well, partly.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Malcolm.
I cannot believe you're serious.
DR. HASELDEN: I'm sure it suits your theory
on D rer's development very nicely, but the reality hardly
fits the facts, now does it?
Nonsense.
It may discredit that specious little pamphlet you
hurry out at Christmas, but--
Just look at this area, here.
Excuse me.
What's the problem here?
Malcolm owes you an apology, I'm afraid.
These are not the work of Albrecht D rer.
I completely disagree.
They are contemporary copies.
D rer was one of the first to suffer from fakes,
and these are perfect examples.
How can you tell?
He can't.
The pen work is inferior.
Oh, bollocks!
We just came to arrange the sale.
Well, I really shouldn't bother.
They have a certain curiosity value, admittedly.
But other than that--
I shall recommend that we handle their auction.
Look on the bright side, gentlemen.
At least it gets the Dutch off your backs.
Good day to you.
So, we stopped if they're real, because the Dutch want
them back.
We're stopped if they're not.
Because we've ruined--
In which case, I still think we should knock out the wall.
No.
Tragic for the old place.
Your masterpieces have turned out to be
bollocks like everything else.
Piss off.
There's one last chance.
Towering above mere mortal bickering,
there's one more expert on D rer whose word is
enough to guarantee the sale.
An American called moody.
And?
And he's in England now, and he's coming tomorrow.
And you owe me a drink, all right?
News travels fast here.
It has to.
To penetrate your skull, Dud.
Dudley.
And don't talk to Olivia like that again, Dud.
Or else?
That's right, Dud.
Or else.
[patrons chattering]
[grunting]
[clattering]
Don't move, beautiful.
Don't move.
God, whatever it was, it wasn't worth it.
Yes, it was.
Be seein' you around.
This is just the start.
[sigh]
OLIVIA: Simply grotesque the fate of this house
hangs on such a boastful poltroon.
Jimmy, Derek, me?
Morning.
OLIVIA: That oaf, Moody.
What?
Shh, shh, shh.
Treating us like servants.
Why so glum?
Just adding up my legal bills.
At they're not charging you for drooling over Miss Gibbs.
Start packing.
I want you out of here by noon.
[suspenseful music]
What's the matter?
Nothing, it's, um.
My cousin.
Doesn't matter.
Golly, she's still alive.
Well, maybe they are, and maybe they ain't.
I need provenance.
What?
I need to know where you got them from.
The real ones disappeared from a place near Berlin
called Cottbuss in 1945.
And unless you can trace them back there, you can forget it.
No, we can't.
Tough.
I'm not putting my reputation out
for you or for these things.
ANNA: Look unfortunately, the person who actually bought them
seems to have disappeared.
Can you wait?
Shit.
That's just great.
I mean, I have come a long way to see these things for you.
We do appreciate it.
Appreciate it?
Hell, you are wasting my time.
Would you consider bribery?
MOODY: What?
You say them real, we sell, make big lot of money,
we give you cut.
You are really something.
These are my travel expenses and my professional fees.
What?
My time is valuable.
DEREK: Not to us, it isn't.
[tires screeching]
Damn it, are you mad?
I'm in a hurry!
You tell me where you got those drawings,
or I will slash every tire on this car.
Look, I've had just about--
It didn't matter before, now it does.
We can't sell them until we know where they came from.
I don't remember the name.
Some baronial shed in Germany.
Near Berlin?
Cottbuss?
Cottbuss.
Yes.
Cottbuss.
Dismal dump.
Don't go there.
How do you know?
Oh, god.
They're genuine.
Why didn't you say before?
This is more complex than you realize.
Is it possible for you to be selfless without major surgery?
I have to talk to someone.
In the meantime, say nothing to everybody.
Do you understand?
OK, OK.
Sell the drawing, but we leave the priest hole.
We build the other way.
I can't believe you're risking Winterly and your estate
for a hole in the wall.
If it was, easy, everyone would be doing it
[ominous music]
There was a time in the good old days when you were
only self-destructive, but you got bored with that,
didn't you?
Not enough of a challenge.
Sorry, Jo.
Can't please all the people and all of the time.
Please them?
You know it makes sense.
They'll go berserk.
They just don't know what's good for them.
They'll call me a peasant behind my back, open on time,
make lots of money, and then forget about it.
It's called hypocrisy, and it built the empire.
Simple, really.
They don't want this.
Leave me alone, Jo.
Will you just leave me alone!
[post clattering]
[rumbling]
[crashing]
OLIVIA: I suppose privatizing insanity has a sort of logic.
After they've done the gas and the telephone.
If Britain spent less on rockets,
we could afford to keep your cousin here, as it is.
When are you closing?
In spring.
What happens to the patients who have no relatives?
The council will provide accommodation.
By selling hospitals.
Yes.
She will need to come in at regular intervals
for medication.
But she's been in care for nearly 20 years.
She's not the most severe case.
She's completely institutionalized.
This is not a good time for us.
I don't know how we'll cope.
If you need any advice, give me a ring.
Anytime.
Thank you.
[television chattering]
[somber music]
Hello, darling.
Oh my god.
I need a drink.
So do I.
the truth about how we got them, so Ward can pay his legal fees?
Well, perhaps there's some way--
I am fighting in the courts for my grandson.
I am fighting in the banks for money to run my business.
Both of these depend absolutely on my reputation.
If this comes out, Jimmy, I will make the world weep.
Go home, Jimmy.
Get drunk, forget about it.
Hm?
DEREK: Did you speak to Blake, by the way?
His usual opaque self?
Still the drawings don't matter now.
DEREK: No.
And after Olivia sacked you, eaten you alive,
and shopped your bones to the police,
everything will be fine.
Yeah.
All's well that ends well.
[police radio chattering]
My, she is cross.
Let me go first, talk to her.
No, thanks.
It's OK.
[police chatter]
[suspenseful music]
What happened?
Vandals.
Got back just in time for the fire caught hold.
But the worst thing is, they have
smashed up the priest hole.
Well, that gets you off the hook.
That's hardly the point.
Funny how things turn out there.
Yeah.
Dudley, of course, though I'll never prove it.
Of course, but still my fault.
Not really.
He torched the place to get back at me, Anna,
So, no priest hole and a big repair bill.
No gaming hall, no Christmas opening, all down to me.
Funny how things turn out.
Yeah.
Do you want the good news or the bad news?
JIMMY: There is no good news.
Correct.
Unless you help us prove the drawings are real,
Winterly is stuffed.
And let it eat cake.
Jobs and people, Dad.
Olivia.
Just satisfy my curiosity, please.
If this comes out, poppet, I shall swing with the crows.
You can trust me.
The drawing study, Berlin.
We looted them one night.
My confederates and I were interrupted, tediously enough,
by a fellow officer.
An incident ensued.
The officer was somewhat shot, but survived.
How do you get somewhat shot?
There was a stink, out of which I scraped
with an honorable discharge.
My confederates escaped with the booty.
I kept his name out of it.
What on Earth for?
Sometimes, my dear, your idiocy
betrays the stamp of greatness.
At the time, just another guy to snipe,
scratching a dishonest living in the rubble.
But he's as frightening now as he
was then, except a few billion pounds richer.
Franklyn.
So you see our position, my dear.
If one admitted the how and the where.
Franklyn sinks in the scandal, and the Dutch government says,
thanks very much.
And woof goes the fortune I stuck in his casinos.
Our secret, my dear.
I think, perhaps, we'd better think of something else.
What's that?
Something else.
Moody's invoice.
Don't say we forgot to pay it.
Moody's invoice, plus address, signature, and handwriting.
I've had an idea.
Yep, I think it's great.
You do know what it is.
I don't care.
We haven't seen Cyril for ages.
Dexie, Dexie, this is a serious fraud.
Another one.
But they're not fakes, that's the joke.
This is taking the piss out of the whole art world.
The ball you in concrete.
Stock market, art market, they all work on greed,
stupidity, misinformation.
It's perfect.
I'm not putting you back in prison.
Everyone has to believe they're
real before the auction.
Anna's Fortune article saying exactly that for the Burlington
art magazine.
We just need Moody's signature.
No.
Please.
I owe them.
I really do.
[lively music]
Lot 15, the collection of four D rer
drawings of the nativity offered for sale on behalf of the--
God, hurry up.
I keep thinking something's going to go wrong.
What can go wrong?
What if Moody turns up?
He's out of the country.
Well, when he reads the article,
he's going to be out of his mind.
I thought you did it rather nicely.
150,000, 150,000 I have.
The lady in front of 150,000 pounds.
160 is it?
150,000 pounds.
160,000?
Thank you, sir.
The gentleman at the back at 160,000 pounds.
It's what's-his-face from Franklyn's casino
when you bet the money.
Kazeem.
At the back now, 190.
Dex, stop it.
190,000 pounds.
Creche Place at 190.
200,000 is it?
200,000 is bid.
Who is the other bidder?
I keep missing him.
AUCTIONEER: 210.
210.
He's bidding the price up.
You can't do that.
Do I hear 220,000?
For the four fine D rer drawings.
AUCTIONEER: 220, is it?
Come on, you tight bastard.
210 220, is it?
220,000 pounds.
Any further bid?
No.
Just one more.
230,000.
Thank you, sir.
Same place at 230,000.
DEREK: Come on.
[suspenseful music]
AUCTIONEER: Any more?
Come on.
You're all done at 230,000 pounds.
The D rer drawings are going to be sold
to the gentleman on the end.
Oh no.
AUCTIONEER: Going for the first time.
You stupid bastard.
Going for the second time.
Oh, my god.
For the last time 230,000 pounds.
Whoops.
[murmuring]
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to say that this lot has
been withdrawn.
[murmuring]
All bets are void.
Thank you, Lot 15 has been withdrawn from the sale.
Lot 16 is an early Bruegel.
We're victims of our own success.
Ironic, really.
The Dutch saw the Burlington article,
thought they might have made a mistake
and slapped an injunction on the sale at the last minute.
DEREK: Of course.
Well, look on the bright side.
If they hadn't, you'd have had to cough
up a quarter of a million.
DEREK: Oh, don't.
Look, I've had an idea.
Oh, god.
It's not something illegal, is it?
God forbid.
And you thought that I was the sort
of shifty, unscrupulous character that would seriously
consider a shady deal?
Not at all.
Then you're a poor judge of character.
Britain did very nicely out of selling obsolete guns to us
once, after wearing them out blasting our forefathers.
So one takes some pleasure in playing
a modest role in the jumble sale that it's become.
Sadly, though, I can't now buy your drawings.
Because of the Dutch?
Yes, it's come to something when you can't even flog
off your own national heritage.
But, but, genuine art lovers can always be found.
ANNA: Where?
Abroad, of course.
No one here can afford a decent lunch, let alone decent art.
So you know someone else who might be interested.
Perhaps.
And he wouldn't care a fig about the Dutch.
For the right price.
The blood sample from Lord Melbourne
is consistent with that of the child who would therefore
move to proceed with a check on my client's
domestic circumstances.
Mr. Clements, while it is true that the blood tests carried
out so far do not rule out Lord Melbourne as a possible father,
they do not actually prove that he is the father.
Bastards.
And we therefore request that full genetic fingerprinting
be carried out.
Don't worry.
It's just a delaying tactic.
Agreed, but Mr. Pugh?
Sir?
Go ahead with the investigations
into Mr. Ward's circumstances.
Very good, sir.
Adjourned.
No.
But it's a firm cash offer.
We can't.
ANNA: Why not?
In order to delay paying inheritance tax,
I did a deal with the revenue.
I can't sell any valuable works of art out of the country.
DEREK: Now he tells us.
I was hoping a British Museum would buy them or something.
Come on, Piers.
They can't card the catalog.
Never mind.
There is another possibility.
What?
You'll just have to trust me.
PIERS: Don't be silly.
You can't even trust yourself.
We're in no position to be choosy, as usual.
I've just spent this morning in court.
I'm this close to getting my child back from Franklyn.
You stuff that up for me, and I will eat your heart.
Just one little push, that's all we need.
No, it's not that.
You're leaving me.
Steven.
Take care.
[somber music]
PIERS: As far as we know, they were stolen after midnight.
Were they properly insured?
No one could agree on what they were worth.
Oh, one last thing.
We'll need a statement from Mr. Love.
He's in London on business.
You know, of course, he has a criminal record.
Of course.
Can anyone vouch for his movements last night?
He spent the whole night with me.
PIERS: Yes?
What?
I was looking for Mr. Ward.
What for?
My name is Wilson.
I'm the welfare officer appointed by the court
to report on his domestic circumstances.
We bill one way, then the other, then it all gets burnt.
It's going to be a lot of extra expense.
We had an arrangement, payment at the end of the week.
Spend it all at once.
What's wrong with you?
PIERS: Moody just phoned.
He didn't write that article.
I did.
And the burglary was me.
I sold the drawings to Kazeem this morning.
The point is, we've got the money to finish the gaming hall
and get us going.
That's the point, is it?
Oh, and, it was me that trashed the priest hole.
The fire?
No.
OK.
The cash, hand it over.
No way, it's not safe.
We're always getting burgled.
Jimmy!
There are those green houses down there,
and you can't see a thing.
JIMMY: It's more of a challenge.
I need your help, Jimmy.
JIMMY: Alas, I have no more money to give.
No, it's not the house, for once.
They want to release her from care.
I'm sorry.
I was hoping I wouldn't have to burden you with this.
Nonsense.
When did you find out?
OLIVIA: Just recently.
It's not really your problem.
But she's dangerous.
She almost killed us.
She's not awake wait long enough to be
dangerous these days, Jimmy.
She can't come here.
OLIVIA: Not under the circumstances, no.
By the way, when you see the police,
I said you were with me all night.
Right, OK.
Thanks.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
[owl hoots]
Can I ask you something?
Before Jo died.
Did she say anything about me?
Only, only that she loved you.
And that, uh--
Sorry, forget it.
I'm sorry, that's not true.
She said that you'd betrayed her,
and that she was looking forward to life on her own
with the baby.
Thanks.
Oh, shit.
I'm sorry.
But basically, you're in love with your grief, aren't you?
Or a ghost, or anything but Jo, aren't you?
She's dead, dead!
Jo is dead!
I'm sorry.
[somber music]
I wonder if she'll be happy in the new hospital.
You really suppose she'll be happy anywhere?
Sorry to keep you, she's just coming.
We lost her comb, and she wouldn't come at first.
Hello, Dr. Feeney.
How do you do?
This is Mr. Blake.
I see.
How long since you last saw your wife?
Many years.
We're divorced, of course.
She's heavily sedated at the moment.
You'll find her much changed.
She might seem very old to you, I think.
OLIVIA: Hello, Hannah, darling.
How are you?
Where are you two going?
Somewhere hot for the winter.
DEREK: What's wrong with here?
Not that kind of hot.
I thought you going with Blake.
I rather burnt my boats with him.
And everyone else.
Didn't expect the balloon to go up so quickly.
DEREK: Look, I'm sorry about earlier.
No, it's got nothing to do with that.
I came back on some romantic crusade to find my roots.
DEREK: And?
And I didn't seem to find them.
Look.
I hope things work out for you.
Thanks.
And for you.
OK.
Anna.
One last thing.
What were you doing sleeping with Jimmy?
Why do you want to know?
DEREK: Just curious.
I mean, he's a devious, vicious, hypocritical snob.
There you are, then.
And he's old enough to be a father.
Poppet, he is my father.
Take care.
[gentle music]
All those years, she grew up a stranger.
There's always going to be time for her tomorrow.
There isn't really, is there?
Tell her the truth, Jimmy.
You'll surprise everyone at first,
but they'll get used to it.
She'll understand that you were trying to protect her from what
you went through today,
I doubt it.
It was fate.
She was brought here out of all the places in England.
Fate has a certain relentless, terrifying logic.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.
So, what are you going to do about it?
You missed Anna.
She said goodbye.
Mother?
[cat meows]
[dog barking]
[bells tolling]
The train's late.
Standing.
Chilly, yeah?
I have the car.
I think perhaps you should come back and stay.
In what sense, come back and stay?
In a sense that we canceled your imminent departure.
In a sense that we spend time with each other.
It's too late, Dad.
In what sense too late?
One loathes to see you making the same howlers
wanting oneself.
That's all.
I didn't know you were in love with Dex, too.
Listen, if you are, indeed, serious about him,
there's something you must know about his past.
I know about his past.
Not everything.
What?
He attended Brinley Park Comprehensive.
Binley Park.
Well.
Very droll.
I just wrecked my relationship with him, and you,
and the family on the basis that I was leaving Winterly,
and that it didn't matter.
Now, how have you managed this political triumph
in a single afternoon?
ANNA: You'll find out soon enough
Come back.
Please.
ANNA: Give me one good reason.
They closed this station down last year.
It's a museum now.
Shit.
There's something else I must tell you.
About your mother.
What?
I deem a drink essential.
You forgot the cigarette in the blindfold.
I was about to say, this wasn't easy to say.
I'm fired.
There.
Easy peasy.
This is the bit where you tell me why.
Well, for my part, it's because of the priest hole.
My son, on the other hand, is more concerned
about staying out of Chokey long enough to get his child back.
Take your pick.
DEREK: I understand.
What's that?
Some of the money for the drawings.
When all is said and done, we couldn't
have sold them without you.
You don't have to do that.
I know this sounds ungrateful after everything you've done.
It does a bit.
But I take your point.
We just never know what you're going to do next.
The police have virtually all their own rooms here.
I'll move out in the morning.
No, no you don't have to do that.
No, I know I don't.
Good luck, Derek.
Yeah you too.
[theme music]