[loud commotion]
[shouting]
Roman?
Yes?
Her father bailed her out.
Where are they?
England.
Economy class?
Jesus Christ.
I gather I'm broke.
Worse.
Where is she in England?
Ah, you know Anna, there's not much to go on.
Or they will be, or I might just remember how long it
took you to get me out of here.
What's going to happen to us?
In what sense "happen to us"?
You'll be living with your baby
and working with a grandfather who won't have me in the house.
Where will I fit in in that sense?
It won't always be like that.
When won't it?
Give me time.
I'll talk him around to you--
eventually.
What are you actually going to do there?
I don't know.
I don't care, just as long as I can have Joseph.
Anna, I don't have any choice.
He's my kid.
I can't describe how I feel.
I feel jealous.
Look, I love you.
I'm make it more right.
It's OK.
No it's not but it will be.
Maybe we should keep it simple, just stop now.
I can't.
[music playing]
Derek, have you ever thought that, maybe,
one day you might have to choose between us, me or Joseph?
No.
What would you do if you had to, one or the other?
Cheat.
Mr. Franklyn, is it true that your bill, British campaign,
is on the rocks?
No.
Come on, we've got some description.
You must have something for me.
Will you be making a statement today?
Nope.
Is it true you're facing record losses this year?
None of you bloody business.
We need a statement, Mr. Franklyn.
You won't get one.
MAN (ON TV): Thomas Franklyn, the longtime favorite at number
10, is in trouble with his crusade to revive
British manufacturing.
And shares in his--
Well, Franklyn can afford it, I suppose.
No you can't and neither can I.
I selling out of his casino syndicate
and dissolving all our financial ties.
What?
Is it that bad?
I do not intend to find out first hand.
His judgment is now funneled by pride and personal grief.
Not content with urinating a million a day
into this risible obsession, he engages
a rake whose career would make a dockers whore blanch.
As long as he keeps Franklyn away from here, I don't care.
I can't bail out of Winterleigh the way
you can dump your casino.
Olivia, darling, of cause you can.
Leave everything to Piers and his Communist doxy.
I should.
[loud bang]
Sorry to interrupt, Piers.
Hello David, or is this an official visit, inspector?
Not yet.
Um, I've been meaning to have a chat for a while.
It's the gambling, I'm afraid.
No private parties?
My guests can do what they want.
You're registered for entertainments, not gambling.
And between you and me, we know you're running
a casino virtually every night.
GIBBS: We've got a lot of friends
that spend a lot of time here.
So do I, one way or another.
GIBBS: Legally, Piers is operating in a gray area.
Legally, he's operating in a prisonable area.
We're friend's, Piers, and I don't want the Gaming Board
prosecuting you and asking me how come I never noticed
this casino on my patch.
Look, you've had a good run so do me a favor
and make tonight your last for a decent period of time.
You're late.
Stars, I meant to go on.
What a dump.
Jerusalem-- the jewel in his crown.
It's his life's work making a success of this.
No one lives that long, Willy.
Well, it's great to have you back.
Where's Joseph?
Home.
And Franklyn's in with his merchant bankers
but he left the instructions for you, clean it inside and out,
especially the windows.
You're sacked, Stebbings?
WILLY: He's got a foul temper.
Oh gentlemen, this is Derek Love.
You may remember him.
He recently achieved notoriety when he gave himself up
after a long career of dishonesty and fraud,
he reached a rather senior position in one of your banks.
What's he doing here, Tom?
TOM: Oh Michael, you promoted him yourself, didn't you?
Um, well, I, uh--
He's a man of great drive and talents,
and I believe in second chances.
As of now, he runs my Build British campaign.
Objections?
Sir Stephen?
It's a bit late for that, isn't it, Tom?
This Hunnish obsession with manufacturing
is bleeding you dry, and by extension, therefore, it's
bleeding us dry.
It's investment in our future, British motorbikes, high-fis.
That's what the Japs are there for.
Our future is in tourism and leisure.
The, uh, casinos are doing very well, for example.
This country has become a casino.
And what, may one inquire, is your formula for getting
this corpse upright?
Dishonesty and fraud, only kidding.
Look, I'm sorry, Tom, but times are hard.
We have our shareholders to consider.
Well, I didn't land all their money into countries
who couldn't pay it back.
We've all been meteorically patient, Tom.
But unless you will drop your campaign and Jerusalem,
we should withdraw our funds and our support.
[dark music playing]
What?
Is this the opinion of you all?
All the plans for this place that we made--
companies are ready to build their factories.
All we need is more time, more money.
Too late.
Look, uh, let's meet for lunch tomorrow.
I'm afraid we need an answer by then, Tom.
[music playing]
TOM: Hunnish obsession, corpse--
those craven turds.
And a tiny push and this filth would be transformed--
real jobs, railway.
DEREK: What do you expect, they're bankers.
Those bastards are useless.
It's only a project, Tom.
No.
Sooner or later, we bankrupt our schools,
our hospitals, and ourselves--
an economy that shall manufacture,
not from fast food chains funded by credit.
Why it can't?
This is England.
Go back to Winterleigh, then.
There's no job for you here now.
What do you mean?
What about Joseph?
We had a deal.
I work for you, I get access.
That's my son, Franklyn.
Yours?
Yeah, mine.
Mine.
If you can't afford it, then you don't pay me.
I'll sweep Jerusalem for nothing, anything,
but I'm not going.
Why can't you just keep your word for once?
Because I live in the same vicious unpredictable world
as you, a world where things change like they
did this morning.
I don't want your philosophy.
I want my son.
TOM: But how much do you want him?
Save this place.
Do that, and I shall legally recognize you as the father.
And if I can't?
Then bring me their heads on a plate.
And if you can't do that either, then forget Joseph.
No, thank you.
No, it doesn't matter where I am.
Oh god.
[heavy breathing]
[dialing phone]
Derek Love, please.
Yes, it's very urgent.
[clinking glass]
Drink?
Address.
I have her father's flat and his old bank.
Cleavers, it that it?
Roman, your holiday inside screwed up a lot of work.
You're going broke.
It's not going in, is it?
Listen, Anna first, business later.
ERIC: She put you inside, don't let her bankrupt you.
Somebody grassed you up.
It wasn't me.
[music playing]
Roman's out of prison.
How'd you know?
Because I found out.
So?
So, I'm scared dickhead.
What of?
The only thing he knows about you in England
is your father's name.
And his bank labors.
Where he doesn't work anymore.
Listen, right, you hit Winterleigh
by chance, so did Blake.
Where would you start?
Am I keeping you?
Sorry.
Look, this was a bad time to get away.
Look, please, take me seriously.
Roman can be charming but when he isn't, he's totally
ruthless and totally jealous.
He just doesn't let people see that.
Considering.
You know why he was in prison?
This bloke came up to me in a bar,
Roman cut his face with a razor.
You could see the teeth through his cheek.
What were you doing with someone like that?
I was able to control it at first,
then he just went too far.
So I shot him and ran.
Anna, listen, I'm sorry but I've got some real problems
here and now.
Roman isn't here and now.
And he can't find you, so there's nothing to worry about.
You've got to put things in perspective.
Thanks for the support.
I won't keep you from your career.
Anna!
Wait, I love you but I don't need this, not now.
No.
No, neither do I. I won't be around for a while.
Anna.
You've got to get things in perspective, Dex.
- Have you got a minute? - No.
Yes, you have.
I'm just dying to tell you all my bad news.
I suppose they had to get onto it, eventually.
Fatherhood is making you quite a philosopher.
Look, the casino did OK while it lasted.
Yeah, so it did.
Sometimes I just want to jack the whole lot in and go.
Got any ideas?
Yeah, think about my problems and yours don't seem so bad.
I suppose so.
There must be easier ways of getting rid of your mother
than selling the land to builders.
No one else will buy it.
I've been onto every land agent in the south of England.
Winterleigh is the Douglas Motors of the leisure industry.
Another great British investment opportunity.
Invariably faking to bankers.
Yep, no known antidote.
What did you say?
PIERS: When?
Gotta go.
[music playing]
I've had a thought.
And a very long lunch hour.
I think you should forget Jerusalem and build Europe's
largest fun park instead.
What was it that you had for lunch
and does it cause irreparable damage?
It's what the bankers want.
They'll kill each other to invest.
I've already researched the market
to death for Winterleigh.
It's all on computer.
I can bang out a preliminary investment
prospectus by breakfast.
You expect me to cover Jerusalem with filth like that?
Not Jerusalem, no, Winterleigh.
Piers is desperate to sell his land to someone he can trust,
not to build houses on it.
Oh, it's far worse.
Wolland would never agree.
Not if we tell them what we're doing, no.
Oh, you would cheat him?
They'll spoil Winterleigh.
I've just seen him.
He's sick of the responsibility and dying
to get rid of the whole thing, but he
has to pretend he still cares.
I know him.
He'll get used to the idea and the money.
You've become very cynical, Derek.
I want Joseph more than anything
or anyone in the world, that's not cynical.
So, now I know what's in it for you and Wolland.
What's in it for me?
Why do I build what I despise most
to please those I hate most?
I'm coming to that.
We've got 12 hours exactly.
[music playing]
Here it is.
Move that across, and I don't like that-- something else.
A petulant objection, I may say.
How old are you?
35.
35 million, 50 copies.
I want to thank y'all for staying up.
You have to get some sleep in a minute.
Well done, well done.
Sir, they're here, the bankers.
Oh, right.
I want you to take notes, Ella.
Do you think we'll get away with this?
DEREK: The bigger the lie, the more believable.
How did you manage all this so quickly?
We didn't.
It's an idea we had a while ago.
I did all the work at the time but he shelved
it to get on with Jerusalem.
Well, I'm gratified he's returned to his senses,
at least.
The final key point is the site.
Well, it's clearly ideal, close to the capital,
great transport links, cheap.
Cheap?
DEREK: I know Lord Melbourne.
He's in a tight fix financially.
MAN: Good.
Won't there be opposition to such a large project?
It's a dying rural area desperate for jobs.
They're trying to build up its tourism.
Well, they should do that all right.
If you can get the site tied up, we'll speak again.
Have you met Franklyn's checkbook?
How does it do?
Not so good these days.
I should take the offer while stocks last.
What offer?
Your land.
I want to buy the estate on behalf of Franklyn.
This is the deal, we guarantee never to build houses on it.
You give us a good discount.
Why on earth would he do that?
Because I asked him to.
I found him a good deal.
In return, he'll buy you out and you get your independence.
It's good land, nice investment if you can afford to sit on it,
which you can't.
Give me time to think.
You don't have time, you know Franklyn.
We've got to tie this thing up before I get sacked
for wearing the wrong shoes.
What's the matter, Piers, don't you trust me?
PIERS: Of course, I do.
Good.
Where's Anna?
Still in London, we think.
I don't know really.
So what do you say?
Yes, I said yes.
Such a relief, I think.
Oh, no, it isn't.
WOMAN: What?
Why didn't you wait till I'd seen it?
Well, there's a deadline.
I trust him.
I had lunch with my brother today,
he told me the word in the city is that Franklyn's
draining the banks for a major leisure project,
somewhere around here.
Franklyn, coincidence, the contract--
Prohibits housing development, yes, but not much else.
I'm sorry Piers, I think you've been had.
Right.
I think that's quite enough, we'll
give you a decision tomorrow.
[car honking]
I don't want any shit.
I want the truth about this fun park now
or I throttle it out of Coley.
Trust me, it's a hoax.
Trust me, it's a hoax?
We're screwing the banks.
They're investing in something worthless,
which will never happen anyway.
Are you insane?
No, but Franklyn and the bankers probably are.
Look, Piers, it all works on trust.
The Bankers trust Franklyn, which is tough on them
because he's spanking them for wrecking Jerusalem.
And Winterleigh?
Us buying the land just makes it all seem real.
What happens to their investment?
We give it back.
There's nothing to invest in.
We're just exposing the whole greedy stupid system,
not ripping them off.
I can't believe Franklyn would blow his reputation like that.
He won't.
He'll just swap it for another one, the Robin
Hood who fooled the banks.
He's making a stand.
The truly appalling thing is you'll probably pull it off.
What if you screw it up?
Then the bankers just might turn against Franklyn
and I stand a much better chance of getting Joseph.
He's why I'm doing it, nothing else.
Why didn't you tell me?
Would you have trusted me?
Yes.
Then I apologize.
Piers, don't ruin it.
Trust me.
Piers, so how is life in the country?
Hello, Michael.
Sorry can't stop to chat, I'm afraid.
Good luck with this, sir.
Excuse me.
Piers, still no sign of Anna?
No.
Did you try Blake's London flat?
[background noise]
[phone ringing]
MAN (ON ANSWERING MACHINE): Mayfair 4792, please
leave any messages for me after the tone.
[phone buzzing]
DEREK (ON PHONE): Anna, if you're there it's me.
I'm sorry.
You know where I am.
[loud bang]
[glass breaking]
We tossed to decide who'd get the bath and who'd get the bed.
He lost.
Where the hell have you been?
Willy let me in.
You owe me an apology.
I know I do.
But that's OK because I owe you one too.
So we're even.
No, we're not.
I've, uh, sorted out my academic future,
and been to dad's flat.
Roman hasn't been there.
I think I've been getting things out of perspective.
So do I. You were missed.
What are you thinking?
I keep remembering you're Jimmy Blake's daughter.
Does it make sex a problem?
No, I'm over it now.
Which floor?
Oh, uh, 22, thank you.
[elevator shuts]
[suspense music playing]
Excuse me, it's Michael, isn't it?
Michael Coley?
Yes, do I know you?
Of course, it is.
I'm sorry, Paul Hughes.
We met at one of those Christmas do's a good few years ago now.
Jimmy Blake, I'm a friend of Jimmy Blake's.
Jimmy Blake.
Yeah, Jimmy Blake.
So, he hasn't changed at all then?
Sadly, not.
No, the only address I have for him
these days is care of the Mayfair casino.
Mayfair, I know the Mayfair.
The Mayfair's in--
In Edward's Street.
In Edward Street, right.
Look, why don't you pop in there?
They may have something more up-to-date.
Well, if I get the time, I will.
But in the meantime, it's very good to see you.
Well, it's awfully good to meet you again.
Give my regards to Jimmy.
I will.
Yes, yes 18.
Mm-hmm.
We started without you Michael.
Uh, yes, I'm sorry.
So, great opportunity, we think.
Great cash flow and a good deal of publicity in it for you,
of course.
Of course.
Now, what does Cleavers say about it?
Well, it's a beautiful sight.
The plans really come alive when you see it.
Any problems with the planning commission?
Oh, the authorities are being embarrassingly co-operative.
All the same, there's bound to be a bit of a stink,
surely, such a massive development on our doorstep.
I've got an arrangement with Lord Melbourne.
He still owns the village.
Objectors may find their landlord
getting less reasonable.
Well, it's been an appalling year for us,
but we managed to claw something back from South America.
Thank god.
So we're in.
Thank you, Michael.
You don't know what this means to me.
Sir Stephen, I must, of course, remind
you of the necessity for total secrecy till we're public.
Tom, Tom, labor is a byword for confidentiality.
Actually, Michael, I hear you don't vet
your employees very carefully.
(LAUGHTER)
Well, I don't know.
I think we can find some spare change for this one.
[music playing]
[baby talking]
We did it kid.
He should be asleep.
What's the matter?
It's strange, you know, it seemed such a good idea,
such a challenge at the time.
But now that we've won, I just don't
think I can go through with it.
What?
Cancel it?
Give the money back?
Whoops, sorry, we've changed our minds?
No, I mean, um, I think I'll have to build
Franklyn world after all.
What?
Too old for all that scandal.
You can't do that.
It's evil.
Ugh, harmless fun.
But it's everything you hate?
But such a gold mine, did the sums yourself.
You got Winterleigh, Piers.
Which is more important to you, Winterleigh or Joseph?
They'll get used to it, you said so yourself.
[baby crying]
Now Joseph, not Derek.
[people yelling]
All right, all right.
There's no point in these recriminations.
Not for you, maybe.
You've got the blooming cash.
I'll donate it to the fighting fund.
Very generous of you, my lord.
So what do you want to do?
Get a job building Franklyn world or shut up and think?
The first thing to do is wreck Franklyn's press evening
tonight.
[crowd yelling]
PIERS: Let the investors see exactly what they're in for.
Look, I know this is my fault. I trusted a friend
and I was wrong.
No, you weren't.
It was my fault, not yours Piers.
I don't know what to say except that I'm sorry.
I blew it.
WOMAN: That's all very well for you to say.
But look what you've done.
Look, we know what he's done.
Let's talk about what else he can do.
Well, Winterleigh has got no future.
The gambling is finished.
We can't even turn it into a theme park.
So how do we compete with Franklyn world, hey?
It hasn't happened yet.
We fight-- you here, me on the inside.
VILLAGER: How?
He's a billionaire.
He's got everyone in his pocket.
You've got one weapon he hasn't, time.
Stall him long enough and it won't happen.
VILLAGER: Bollocks.
Piers, I've got to get back.
I'll explain what happens tonight, promise.
OK, let's have a show of hands as to who's coming tonight.
What, then?
A little extra incentive for you and your labors.
Sooner or later, there'll be some sort of inquiry,
and I should make sure your curriculum
vitae, plus a few previously unreleased facts,
will be fully available for public scrutiny.
Come on, Jimmy, you know Franklyn.
I can't change his mind now.
I would if I could.
Oh, dear.
Well, I should try otherwise I think
you'll find when all that feces hits the public mosh,
your position at Franklyn world could
change from asset to liability.
I don't think he'll even let Joseph open your letters.
That's just spite.
Leave me on the inside, Jimmy, it's our only chance.
Is it?
Well, I mustn't let you keep me puppet.
I have a casino to sell.
[music playing]
And what else did Jimmy think?
DEREK: That's it.
If you go ahead with Winterleigh,
he's going to ruin me.
Well, the show must go on.
What happens to our deal then?
I'll have to see.
You should always expect the unexpected.
I'm sick of your games.
I gave you the bankers on a plate.
If he got cold feet, that's not my fault.
You made me betray Winterleigh for Joseph.
I kept my side of the bargain.
If-- If you try and take him away from me now,
I swear I'll hound you into the grave next
to your wife and daughter.
You know Derek, I always thought
that I could own the world but one merely rents for a while--
objects, friends, love, and of course, life itself.
Do you know what always drove me?
Not money, my wife, my children, I worked so hard for them.
And they slipped between my fingers.
By the time I noticed, it was far, far too late.
It's a terrible thing to feel such hatred for yourself
when it's too late to change.
But then you knew all that, didn't you?
You looked at me and saw an old man so disgusted
with himself that the idea of self-destruction
was no longer repugnant.
What are you talking about?
I'm sick of your games too, Derek.
For a while, you let the world believe that you were
sacrificing him for Joseph.
For a while, you let me believe you were sacrificing
the bankers for Joseph.
In fact of course, right from the start,
you were sacrificing me for Joseph, pushing
me into isolated bankruptcy.
Weren't you?
Had you going for a bit, thought.
A great game--
you must win or lose everything.
You lost.
Yes, thank you.
Goodbye.
Mr. Blake?
Who are you?
Uh, the name is Dunsmore, Patrick Dunsmore.
I'm a lawyer representing--
I've drunk my fill of lawyers today.
If you'll excuse me.
I'm actually trying to get in touch with your daughter
on a matter of some urgency.
That hardly surprises me, however, I cannot help you.
In connection with a Mr. Roman.
That mountebank's acquaintance has, I'm glad to say,
hitherto escaped me.
Do excuse.
The fact is, Mr. Roman passed on just recently leaving
behind a considerable estate of which your daughter is
the principal beneficiary.
Passed on?
Uh, yes, shortly after I obtained his released
from jail.
Rather sad, really, for him.
Indeed.
How considerable?
Well, I'd be delighted to fill you in on the details.
But I really do need Miss Blake's
signature as soon as possible.
The problem being I have to be in Geneva tomorrow.
I was rather hoping you'd be able to help.
Well, yes, of course.
Of course, come on.
Have you ever met my daughter?
No, I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
It is not necessarily a pleasure.
Um, she's a bit of a handful by all accounts.
This legacy.
Mhm-hmm.
JIMMY: Are there any conditions pertaining to it?
No, it's quite straightforward.
Why?
Well, it's just that a marriage
could affect such arrangements.
She's married?
No, um, no-- no conditions, no.
(CLEARS THROAT)
You know, Jimmy, I think you've rambled me.
Rambling?
How'd you do?
Now listen, I'm not going to hurt Anna because I love her.
I just want to speak to her, that's all.
And I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't drive
me straight there, there could well be one or two more
of those, and I'd rather we didn't follow out, hm?
[music playing]
Can you get out please, Mr. Blake?
Thank you.
And around to the back, please, this way.
And if you'd get in here, please.
But you can't--
I'm awfully sorry, but it is necessary.
For god's sake.
Just get in.
Thank you.
I'll bring you some supper.
Good.
You're your own worst enemy despite all the competition,
and then you're sacked like what?
What did he say then?
That's it.
Winterleigh is stuffed for nothing.
So am I.
And what about the baby?
Well, I don't know.
I'll have to talk to him tomorrow.
I can't see him letting me near Joseph now.
Anna?
ANNA (ON THE PHONE): Dex.
Look, it's all gone wrong.
Can you come over now?
I need to see you.
We're all coming over now anyway.
What's happened?
DEREK (ON THE PHONE): I'll tell you later.
Do you love me?
Of course I do, stupid.
See you in a bit.
Of Course you do what?
Roman.
PIERS: Anna, you ready?
We're off to pillage Franklyn's.
No, I've changed my mind.
Go without me.
You look very beautiful.
Thank you.
ROMAN: Kiss me.
It's something people do when they haven't seen
each other for a long time.
It's weird seeing you, that's all.
I'm surprised.
Well, me too.
I'm surprised-- I'm surprised you left me in Africa.
I'm surprised you didn't write.
It's been difficult.
ROMAN: Mm-hmm.
Kiss me.
Properly.
What's the matter, hmm?
Where's Anna?
She wouldn't come.
Where's Franklyn?
Did she say why?
Sod Anna.
Look at these people, remember them?
These the people you pissed around
with your little stratagems.
Bollocks, Derek!
You want your son, that's why you did it.
We want Winterleigh, that's why we're here.
Now where is Franklyn?
[hurried footsteps]
I don't feel like it.
Oh, right, right, right.
Nothing's changed.
I'm tired, that's all.
Well, me too.
I'm tired too.
I mean, I've flown all the way from bloody Africa to find you.
I've lied my way across England to find you, and you're tired.
I can't help it.
What do you want?
I can tell you anything you want to hear, anything, just say it.
Well, I mean, if you wanted some time on your own
why didn't you just say.
There's somebody else, isn't there?
No.
Someone rang your father's flat, who is it?
There is no one else.
I've just grown up a bit, that's all.
I just want it be like it was.
(LOUD SIGH) I'm going to Geneva tomorrow,
I'd quite like you to come.
Would you?
Roman, listen, it can't be how it used to be.
OK?
OK.
ANNA: Roman, please.
Stop it!
Don't please, Roman, you're hurting me.
Don't, don't.
[music playing]
Stop, please.
Please, stop, stop.
[heavy breathing]
[laughter]
Enough of that.
We're here to celebrate Franklyn world, the funfair of Europe,
which has the backing of you all in one way or another
unlike this.
Many of you will recall my poor campaign, some of you
actually destroyed it yourselves like, uh, Angel here or Coley.
Others sat and watched--
watched while my lonely attempt to compete
with solid economies, like Japan and Germany,
were smothered by stupidity and short sightedness.
You wouldn't build factories in your dying cities
but you paid to cover unspoiled acres of England
with a shanty town of hot-dog stands.
Now, many interesting things have been
written about Franklyn world.
But I think I'm right in saying the most interesting
has yet to come to light.
Namely, the whole thing is an enormous hoax,
played by me on you.
I worked for years on Jerusalem and you laughed.
But when I came to you with a nonsense,
a hoax invented overnight by an ex-convict,
you couldn't wait to back it.
And we laughed.
There is no Franklyn world.
There never was and never will be.
And why?
Because I have seen this England, this morbid isle,
this teeny wound that blows in hospitals, this realm
of rotting schools, this happy breed of unemployed lying,
lying day-by-day and I will not stand by it once.
That is why there is no Franklyn world.
[music playing]
[applause and cheering]
[loud sigh]
Forgive me, forgive me.
I'm-- I'm sorry.
Get some sleep.
We've got a long journey tonight.
[music playing]
[applause]
(YELLING) Oh, Piers.
Lady Melbourne, I owe you an apology.
You must have had a few sleepless nights.
I think you're very brave, Mr. Franklyn.
Oh, thank you.
I would never have ruined Winterleigh, you know.
To me, it is a symbol of England.
Dreary, non-viable, and bankrupt.
Safe journey.
Thanks!
What a night!
Did you see their faces, hey?
Marvelous, unforgettable!
What's the matter with you?
I had all their heads on my plate.
Winterleigh is safe.
I was just expecting somebody to turn up tonight, that's all.
Who?
Why did you let me think you were
going to wreck Winterleigh?
All part of the game, a small lesson.
So where does that leave us?
Waiting.
I've humiliated the banks.
They could just possibly break me,
but I'm betting they haven't got the guts.
DEREK: And if they have?
Well, it was all your idea.
I imagine it will put quite a strain on our relationship.
You are not going to keep me away from Joseph,
whatever happens to you or me.
We'll find out tomorrow, won't we?
Good night.
[theme music]