What a shit-tip.
Neighbours have been complaining for weeks.
He was a hoarder apparently.
Get away.
It stinks.
You'll get used it.
We've had worse than this, haven't we, Keith?
Oh, yes, this is a veritable pot-pourri compared to Stanley Gardens.
Oh, now that was bad.
Widow had been there 18 months.
Nothing left of her. just a pile of old lady porridge on the settee.
With a hat on top.
Whoa, that is rank!
That's the job, Mary. You never know what lies in wait.
I have to say you don't strike me as a Mary.
People call me Maz.
And you do strike me as a Mary if you don't mind me saying.
Why, because I wear glasses?
Basically, yeah.
The gentleman's name was Frank Meggins, 68 years old.
Fell through a glass coffee table and bled out apparently.
Ugh. Are we gonna have to change those floorboards?
Yep.
We're also doing a probate valuation and document search.
Mr Meggins had no living relatives so any clues will be beneficial
to sorting out the estate.
Yeah,
because someone will be dying to get their hands on all this crap won't they?
Someone did die, Mary.
That's why we're here.
Look at this! Looks like Frank's numbers came up.
What! He won the lottery?
Looks like it.
Maybe he was a bit of a Howard Hughes, but without the germ phobia, obviously.
But why would you live in a council flat full of shit
-if you were a millionaire? - Show some respect.
Sorry, Keith.
But seriously, 3.5 mill!
I would be like Ferrari, massive mansion, special edition Yeezys!
- What's that? - Trainers.
Oh, right. Yeah. Push the boat out, why don't you?
Ah, a boat, why not!
Though my dad did say, "If it flies, floats or fucks, rent it."
That's enough!
Nick, show her how to bag up the kitchen waste,
I'll make a start on thisjenga.
- He's a barrel of laughs, isn't he? - Keith's all right.
He means well.
He's has a hard life.
I heard his son's got M&S.
MS. He's...
A rent boy?
No! What? No... He's in a wheelchair!
Oh!
He's got a lot on his plate. Here.
Lesson one, no matter who you are, people always have the same things
in their kitchen cupboards.
Kidney beans,
peaches in syrup,
half a box of icing sugar.
But not everyone has...
A dead rat!
Ugh! Get that away from me, man!
- These need to be double-bagged. Here... - I'm not touching that!
Come on! You can't be squeamish in this job.
- Hurry up, man! - All right.
Good. Now go and put Roland by the front door.
- Roland? - Never mind, it's from the 80's.
- Is it locked? - Jesus!
Are you trying to kill me?
Yes.
Look, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I don't know, what are you thinking?
3.5 million.
Try this. 17-04-50.
It's his wife's date of birth.
Clever clogs.
Is that it?
Package and a VHS.
What's a VHS?
It's from the 80's.
I assume you were trying to find a passport or will or some such?
Exactly. just trying to find his prostate.
Probate.
"Danger. Do not open."
Should we open it?
Course, how can we not?
It's better that we have the full picture.
Is that it?
I bet it's full of drugs. Smash it open.
Feels pretty solid. Probably sentimental value.
Then why did it have "Danger" written on it?
We need to find a player for this.
Maz, you look in there, Nick, check the kitchen.
Don't even know what I'm looking for.
Oh, I've just had a horrible thought.
What if it's home-made pornography?
Ugh!
I'm not sure I want to see old Frank going at it with his fat wife.
Keep it clean, you two.
That's ironic!
We just found a rat in here.
Dead or alive?
Dead.
- I double-bagged it! - Good.
I wish it was alive.
Less paper-work.
Found it.
There's nowhere to sit.
By the time you see this message, I hope to be free.
Free from this terrible curse
that I have brought upon myself through greed and vanity.
It's like jackanory.
Don't tell me, 80's?
Yep.
Inside this package is an object that has ruined countless lives,
including mine.
I got it many years ago
for a small fortune from a holy man in jaipur.
He got ripped off there, could have got it from Ikea for a tenner.
- Quiet. - He told me
that this artefact would grant the bearer three wishes,
which would transform my life.
And for a while, it did,
but after what happened to Brenda...
If you find this package,
I urge you, I implore you, do not open it.
Send it away, destroy it!
Our lives are ruled by fate,
and those who interfere with fate
do so to their sorrow.
No, he's not gonna...
That's very sad.
I mean where's Social Services in all this, eh?
Nobody cares any more.
What's up?
You heard what he said.
That thing is dangerous.
Oh, come on Nick, he was clearly delusional!
He's lost his wife and he couldn't accept it, it's classic displacement.
Blaming a rabbit ornament isn't going to bring her back.
- It's a hare. - So?
Hares are associated with witchcraft and trickery
in almost every culture in the world.
How do you know?
Because I did a PhD in Ethnology and Folklore.
Then why are you here, acting as a glorified bin-man?
Because it didn't get me anywhere, did it?
It's like having a degree in Washing Up.
Yeah, but still...
Let's just say I made some bad choices.
Oh, you were a rent boy!
He was an alcoholic.
Am an alcoholic.
Never goes away.
Fortunately there are people willing to give you a second chance.
Look, why don't we put the man's property back in the safe, eh?
This glorified bin-man thinks we've wasted enough time as it is.
Guys! Come here a second.
You don't double-bag a live rodent.
- It was dead. - Really?
Yeah, I know a dead rat when I see one.
- It's all right, we all make mistakes. - I wished for it!
- What? -just now, in there.
I was holding the statue, I said, "I wish it was alive,
"it'd be a lot less paperwork!"
- Nick, calm down... - Nah, he's right, he did.
Damn. That means we've only got two wishes left.
What do you mean?
Well, you've used yours, you wished for the rat to come alive.
- What? I was just making a joke. - That's your problem, mate.
I could've had anything in the world, I've ended up with a pet rat?
Well, that's very domesticated, very clean.
- Well, you have it then! - Excuse me.
Sorry. Couldn't concentrate.
Look, Nick, what we're dealing with here is an old man,
possibly with undiagnosed dementia, who had a run of bad luck.
Is one explanation, but consider this... Maz?
This is Frank's wife, Brenda.
I'm not being rude but she is a bit of a...
- She's overweight. - Yes. She's a beast.
I think the word is "obese."
Anyway, within six months she gets ill
and ends up looking like this.
She had cancer, yes,
that's what happens.
But here in Frank's diary,
"Brenda upset about her weight again.
"Poor sausage, I wish there was a way I could help her."
- Poorsausage? - You see,
he wished for her to be thin, she gets cancer, weight drops off, she dies.
How could you even... That's just sick!
All right, look at this.
3rd of September, back from India, 12th of September, wins the lottery...
- You've said all this... -29th of September,
sends his brother on a luxury holiday to the Florida Keys.
- So? - Where he dies
in a boating accident.
- See? - Vvhat?
Every wish backfires. It's throughout folklore, there's no way round it.
After his wife dies, he sells the big house in Highgate,
he moves in here. Starts frittering away his money buying crap off eBay.
That's because he was a hoarder, it's an illness.
It's because he was trying to get rid of it
by buying the most innocuous things. The money is cursed!
This is just storifying, Nick,
You've developed an overactive imagination
'cause of your Fairy Tale degree.
Have you been drinking the antibacterial hand-wash again?
I did that once!
All right then, so what was his third wish?
I don't know.
Look, my point is, we've got two wishes left,
what are we going to use them on?
Well, I wish we could just go back to work and get this job done!
That's not gonna happen now, is it?
No.
You have to be holding it.
Come on.
I know what we should do.
We should wish for unlimited wishes!
- It won't work. - How do you know?
It never does.
You can't wish for anything
that would alter the structure of the wishing-system itself.
Can you make a start on those floorboards, please?
I've got an ATP fluorescence booked in at 12:00 tomorrow,
I need that room spotless.
Grab that.
Why don't we just ask for shitloads of money?
Like, 50 million each.
That's exactly what Frank did, look what happened to him.
Just a stain to get rid of.
The wish-granter is always vengeful.
If you're greedy, you pay the price.
Yeah, but it's like the tax man, isn't it?
I claimed for a Happy Meal
because I found a receipt in a trolley outside Tesco,
and he never came after me.
I don't think you can compare fate to the Inland Revenue.
I wish for £93,000 please.
- What are you doing? - What?
That was very carefully thought out.
Not too much but enough to make a difference.
- Give me that. - Why?
- You're an idiot. - Everything all right?
Yeah, we're just sorting out the floorboards.
You should not have wished for that money!
Well, what then?
I don't know. Something harmless... An activity.
An activity, what like? Skydiving?
Yeah, 'cos that'd end well, wouldn't it?
Don't say I didn't warn you.
When will I get it anyway?
What do you mean?
Well, when you wished for your rat, it was instant.
- It's not my rat. - I'm just saying.
How long will it be before I get my money?
- Wha... - Huh.
What have you got there, Keith?
Er, come across some of Frank's lottery winnings.
Looks like he didn't spend it all, after all.
And what are you doing with it?
Well, you know the procedure, Nick.
This money has to be secured and taken off the property as soon as possible.
By stuffing it in your coat pockets?
I thought it would be safer that way but you're right.
Let's keep it all in one place.
What's going on?
Keith has found some money.
Yes, looks to be in the region of £100,000.
Ninety-three. It's mine. I just wished for it.
You do talk some rubbish, Mary.
This money was just here.
Nobody wished for it.
Then how do you explain the rat?
I can assure you there's more than one rat on this property, Nick.
They're everywhere.
- Now, if you'll excuse me... - You're not going.
- What? - That's my money.
You're not taking it.
- Maz! - It belongs to me.
Maz! Come back!
I'll get the fuse box.
Maz, listen to me.
If you take that money,
something terrible will happen to you.
I know you're spooked,
but that money is not yours.
There's no point hiding. There's only three rooms.
Don't come any closer!
Maz...
I'm warning you. Don't move or I'll turn you both into cushions.
What?
It's the first thing that came into my mind.
Think about what I said.
You're being greedy.
Remember the Happy Meal in the Tesco's trolley.
- It's not the same thing! - I'm sorry you've lost me now.
Maz...
You don't know what your fate has in store.
It could be that you are going to be really rich.
Don't meddle with it.
Just let it be a surprise.
Thanks for the warning, Nick. But I know what I want.
I don't like surprises.
Jesus.
Don't touch anything, Nick.
You don't want to contaminate the evidence.
We've still got one wish left.
I could wish for Maz to come back to life...
But then she'll be brain-damaged.
Just like in The Monkey's Paw, when the son comes back all mangled.
Nick, Nick, you're babbling.
Why don't you go home now and I'll sort this out?
- Yeah, but what about Maz? - She's gone.
She's gone.
It was an accident at work, we both saw it.
I'll alert the authorities, I'll take the money back to the office
and in the morning I'll reassign the case, OK?
Will you, though?
What do you mean?
Take the money back.
I saw what you were doing with it.
- I explained all that... - Keith.
I've known you 12 years. Don't lie to me, please.
OK.
OK, 50/50.
- What? - We'll split it, 45 grand each.
No one knew it ever existed, it's not a crime.
Keith, I don't want anything to do with that money. We've got to get rid of it!
- Burn it! - I can't burn it, Nick.
This money's a godsend to me.
This could pay for Charlie's operation.
Yes, yes, maybe. In the stories, people always make self-serving wishes.
Use it for something good, there'll be no retribution.
There's no such thing as wishes!
There is no magic, there's no short-cuts.
If you hadn't found that stupid video, Maz'd still be alive,
we could have just done this job and gone home!
Hang on a minute, we found that video locked in the safe.
So?
It was his suicide video. Who put it there?
What are you trying to say?
Maybe Frank isn't dead.
Frank is dead, Nick.
- Yes, but how do you know? - Because I killed him!
The trouble with these old properties is...
They're death-traps.
Especially,
if you've been drinking.
I'd heard rumours there might be money here.
The neighbours had been in complaining about the smell,
so I arranged a home visit.
I told Frank about Charlie,
asked him if he could help me out but he wouldn't listen.
We argued, and I lost my temper.
The next thing I know...
He was dead.
So you see, Nick, it's got nothing to do with your stupid wishes.
I am so hungry.
I don't know what's happened to all my food.
Frank?
What are you doing here?
This is my flat, where else am I going to go?
But you're dead.
I had some tinned peaches in here somewhere.
I know you, don't I? You came from the council.
One minute you're trying to help me
and the next you're pushing me through a glass coffee table.
Yes, sorry about that.
I have a son, you see...
Yes, I remember you saying.
We try and help the ones we love, I understand that.
I tried to help my wife,
but it didn't work out.
I also wished to be rich
and now look at me.
What was your third wish, Frank?
I'd have thought you'd have guessed that by now.
What's the point in being rich if you can't live forever?
So that video tape...
Oh, I've tried countless times to end it all,
but I can't.
Like a bad penny, I keep coming back.
It's a living hell and I'm trapped in it.
Don't make the same mistake I made. Be careful what you wish for.
Here.
This belongs to you.
Thank you. I'll make us some tea.
Keith!
Here you go.
You've got a visitor.
Charfie?
Look, Daddy, I can walk.
I wished it for you, Keith.
It's what you deserve.
Oh, my boy, my beautiful boy.
Daddy?
What's that smell?
Oh, no.