03x04 - Episode 4

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I was syringing the
gear into Smiler's arm,

staging an OD like
you told me to,

then all of a sudden,

that Rekowski bird shows up,

snooping around.

I knew how to deal with her,

because my ex-wife was always
coming at me with a blade.

Even doped up, Smiler
still fancied it.

I've just put the
mug to bed when...

Aargh!

When I come to, I stumble
outside to see the little b*tch

driving off with Smiler
bleeding out in the back.

So I bagged the knife with
the bird's prints on it,

and I stake out Smiler's gaff.

But he never comes home.

So I asked a local hoodlum
to be my eyes and ears.

I'd love to do my
civic duty, Sergeant,

but I'm only a
poor old pensioner.

All right.

There you go.

They didn't want to
play ball at first,

so I put the frighteners on them

and they soon
changed their tune.

Normally I only use computers
for gambling or porn,

but it did help me track
Smiler's car down to Bristol

to find Rekowski bunking
in with some ex-boyfriend.

Smiler shows up in
a shallow grave,

not a thumb to his name,

so I persuade the local plod
to search the ex's place.

I slip the knife in
with Rekowski's undies,

let a PC find it.

Job done.

And now she's
Harrison bloody Ford.

What?

The Fugitive.

Like in the film.

Are you being glib?

Well, you don't get to be glib

when I'm looking at


I told you to take
out Smiler quietly.

And what did you do?

You screwed it up, and
you left an eyewitness.

I'll find the girl.

Yeah, like you said you'd
find Christian Taylor.

I did find Taylor,

but he got away, didn't he?

Where was his
protection officer?

This is a nightmare.

What a f*cking nightmare!

Well, you told me they'd
both be in the ground by now,

so where are they?

If we have any hope of breaking
in and stealing his hard drive,

then, as Frank said, we need to keep
eyes on the Dean's house in London.

We need to know the
comings, the goings,

regular visitors,
wife's routine.

Can you two take care of that?

And we need to know what
security the house has.

I did a Google. It was
renovated a few years back

by some high-end architect firm.

OK, I'll go and charm them,
see what I can find out.

Even if we do get
into the Dean's crib,

we don't know where
the hard drive is.

We need to speak to Smiler's
wife, see what she knows.

We don't even know
where she lives.

Well, we've got Smiler's phone.

Most people don't realise
that the maps on your phone

keep a record of
everywhere you've been.

How do you know that?

That's how I found out
that my wife was shagging

the regional manager of Greggs.

And I get the irony.

Her phone said she was going
in there three times a day.

She claimed she was just a
fan of their sausage rolls,

but she wasn't
gaining any weight.

If anything, she was losing
it, what with all the shagging

and everything.

At least I wasn't
dumped on a train.

I might have to
dump my boyfriend.

Why?

He proposed to me.

You don't want to marry?

I like my space.

You'll adjust.

He's boring sometimes.

So are you. What's going
on? What's the real reason?

Is it OK if we talk
about Myrna's sex life

after we plan the break-in?

I do have a question.

How do we know the Dean's
hard drive even exists?

I'll ask him.

How? He's in prison and
the police are after you.

You have issues with your
key prosecution witness.

Namely, you've lost him.

Currently, Christine Taylor
is MIA, that is true.

Without Taylor, you've
no case against the Dean.

We will catch him as soon
as he shows his face.

Wasn't expecting visitors.

Surprise.

This place must be a
culture shock for you.

Don't worry, you'll
get used to it.

Well, I have...

..no intention of
getting used to it.

Right.

Cos people like you don't
belong in jail, do they?

That's why you collect
people like me.

Collect?

I was 12 years old
when you recruited me.



For the way you groomed me

you should be on a
wing with the nonces.

Watch your language.

You just come in here to
call me names, did you?

Call off your attack dog...

..and I won't
testify against you.

Is that all?

Also...

..a little birdie told me you got
a hard drive stashed in your home.

Apparently, it has dirt on you.

I want to know if
there's dirt on me.

WHISPERS: I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Hmm.

Right,

see you in court.

Guard.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Keep your word on the testimony

and my dog stays in his kennel.

And the issue of the hard drive?

When I'm out of here, why don't
you come over to the house

and have some olives and a glass
of bubbly and watch me delete it?

How does that sound?

Like we got a deal.

Let's keep this quick.

I have to be in court soon.

Criminal damage again?
No, suing my dad.

All right.

Your ladyship, welcome.

How can I help? Whoa, whoa,
whoa, not so fast, sunshine.

Arms up.

Yeah, he's clean.

OK, do, do take a seat.

So!

What can I do for you today?

Back, back, back.

Sign this.

Oh, what is this?

You've never seen a
nondisclosure agreement before?

Suppose your Ladyship
tells you why she's here.

What's stopping you from
going to the papers?

I assure you, we maintain the
highest level of discretion.

My chiropodist once said that and then sold
pictures of my bunions to the Daily Mail.

Great big buggers they
were, size of grapefruits.

I had to wear Crocs
to a film premiere.

You probably saw the headline,
"Toff TikTokker in Croc Shocker".

So I'm in the public eye and
I get a lot of crazy fans.

One recently jumped out
and said, "I'll k*ll myself

if you don't sign my t*ts."

And he was a big lad,
like her bunions.

So, my house is in need of
a full security overhaul,

and I was given your details
by an associate of mine,

a Mr Liam Matheson.

Well, I must say,
I'm rather surprised

to hear you move in the
same circles as Mr Matheson,

given his reputation.

Have you not heard
of my reputation?

SHE SNIFFS

Also...

And...

SHE GLUGS

Also...

Drink-driving I got.
What was the last one?

Threesome off my nut
on ketamine and cognac.

Dirty but classy.

I want the same system as Liam.

I couldn't possibly discuss
another client's security.

I didn't ask you to discuss it.

I asked you to sell me it,
and now I'm not asking.

Ask Jerry to bring
the Bentley round.

J-dog, bring the wheels.

You work on commission, right?

Yes.

Big mistake.

Big, huge.

Your Ladyship, please!

If you just give me one moment.

I'll confirm

what we installed
for Mr Matheson.

That was great.

Big mistake, huge.

I love Dirty Dancing.

Pretty Woman.

Oh, thanks.

You're a looker yourself.

Oh, God.

Sorry.

Most nights Smiler's
phone ended up here,

so I bet that's his place.

Let's pray his wife's
home when we get there.

KNOCK ON DOOR

WHISPERS: Hide.

What are you doing here?

Five words every
girl loves to hear.

You promised to cook
for me, remember?

Uh...

I got a bunch of stuff.

Oh... great.

Um...

Do you know what? Now's not
even really the best time.

I was literally just
about to go out.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Er, I can't stop
thinking about you, too.

You, you, you give the best
hugs, you know? Yeah, right.

Yeah, let's just, let's
just really enjoy this.

This was good. This is
so good. It feels good.

You know what's
better than hugging?

Oh!

Home cooked food?

Why don't we unpack
that shopping?

Hmm? OK.

What have we got here?

What should I... cook?

Mm, my very own Paul Hollywood.

Well, it is bread week, so get
your dough in the oven, bakers.

You have seven minutes.

Grease those muffin
trays and ice those buns.

Ah!

Who the hell are you?!

Hi, I'm Rani.

I think we spoke on the phone.

I'm interrupting something.

I should go.

No.

Please, wait.

Please!

Sorry.

I know how this looks,
but nothing's going on.

I promise. It's fine, you
don't owe me any explanations.

We barely know each other. No!

No, I...

I do owe you an explanation.

OK, then.

My explanation

is...

..as follows.

That I

forgot to tell you...

..it's a double date

with Rani

and her new boyfriend, Chris.

Hi, sexy.

KISSING

Lovely couple.

You have to find someone
else. I can't win your case.

John was right, I'm hopeless.

Listen up, dear lad, I
don't remember RSVP-ing

for any pity parties.

What about executions? Because
that's what this is going to be.

Know what kind of
lawyer you are?

You're Tinker Bell.

A pretty blonde
with amazing legs?

You just need someone to believe
in you for you to work your magic.

Well, guess what, Tink?

I believe.

DOOR CLOSES

GAVEL BANGS

All rise, please.

We love you, Gabby!

Please state your full name.

Edmund Ptolemy Quentin
Wigbert St John Penrose-Howe,



Mr Dillard?

What?

Oh, I start, do I?

M'lord... Yes?

Sorry, I actually meant m'lord.

M'lord? Yes.

No, that time I actually
did mean m'lord, m'lord.

Kindly get on with
it. Yes, m'lord.

Meaning him.

When Lady Gabriella's
mother, your first wife,

took her own life,

she left Gabby £4
million quid, pounds,

sorry, in her will.

As trustee you were supposed to
manage that money for her own good.

But I put it to you
that in reality,

you used her cash to

bankroll your own
lavish lifestyle

and pay off debts,

whittling her inheritance
down to f*ck all.

To sod all, just to
nothing at all, sorry.

Every payment I ever made
from Gabriella's trust

was in the interest of my
daughter and her future.

Even the money you spent
on a birthday party

for your gundog?

He was three.

That's his 21st in dog years.

Did he really need to
be sung Happy Birthday

by Katherine Jenkins?

She's Monty's favourite
mezzo-soprano.

When Her Ladyship turned 25,

she was supposed to
receive her inheritance

but you kept the money from her.

Why?

Gabby could only inherit
the money if she could prove

she was free of drink and drugs.

But she passed the sobriety
test, did she not? She did not.

Did she not? f*ck.

Language, Mr Dillard.
Sorry, m'lord.

That one.

The only reason I
took it upon myself

to manage her financial
affairs is because, tragically,

she lacked the mental
capacity to do so herself.

It was the anniversary
of her mother's death.

Gabby descended into a
drink and drugs hell.

She also began to
self-harm. It became so bad,

I had to have her sectioned
in a mental health facility.

I ask you - what kind of a
man locks up his own daughter?

One who can't bear
to see her in pain.

Ee, no, you weren't
supposed to answer that.

That was rhetorical. Can we
strike that from the record?

No. Can we not?

How does that work,
then, striking things

from the record? What's the...?

I admit, I'm guilty of caring
for Gabriella with tough love.

But because of it,
she sits here today,

as radiant and beautiful
as the day she was born,

trying for a child of her own,

and if I'm painted as a villain
because of that, so be it.

My reputation means
nothing at all,

so long as my little
girl is safe and well.

ALL: Awww!

God, he's charming.

I know he's lying, and
I'm still tearing up.

You're a liar! Your Ladyship,
this is a courtroom!

We cannot have
such interruptions!

TORI: And that's not even
the worst one, right?

My first week,
working at the hotel,

I walk into one of the rooms

and there is a naked
man tied to the bed.

Right, so he starts kicking off.

"Someone broke in, tied
me up, stole my wallet!"

I look at him and I go,

"At what point
during the robbery

"did the thief make
you wear a strap-on?

"The police are going to need
to dust that dildo for prints."

That's funny!

Yeah, but, you know, you
shouldn't kink-shame.

You know?

Anyone for dessert? Shall we?

Yes. Yes, please.

OK...

I reckon... you chop, I get
bowls? Yeah. Yeah. Let's do it.

I need your advice on something.

I thought I was over Ben,
but it turns out I'm not.

I don't... I don't want
to hurt Tori but...

..I want him back.

Do you really?

Or is this just one of
them "I don't want him

"but I don't want anybody
else to have him" scenarios?

Er, initially it was that,

but since I've been spending
time with him, I remembered

how great he is.

I miss him.

What do... what do I do?

You're sure you
want to be with him?

Then, be straight.

Tell him how you feel.

Let him choose.

QUIET BACKGROUND CHATTER

Effie's birthday
is tonight! I know.

I know. And, listen, I'm
going to walk in tonight

with the greatest
gift for her. For us.

The gift of time travel.

What?

Hilgard and I, we're calling a vote
of no confidence against my dad.

I'm taking the b*stard
down, Ruth. Finally!

Oh, John... Listen, you
said I am the only person

who can make myself
happy and move forward.

And that is what I'm doing.
By turning the clock back,

I'm going to get the
factory back, and... and...

..and things are going to
be just as they were before.

I have to get the kids
ready for the party.

Ah... Ye...

OK, I'll see you later!

We've got company.

Who?

The elephant in the room.

It's been here since
you didn't give me

an answer to my
marriage proposal.

You said it was important
to always tell the truth.

Well, the truth is...

..I'm not right for you.

I'll be the judge of that.

You don't know me.

You think I am a good person.

Because you are. Does
a good person steal

a sh*t-tonne of money
from a drug lord?!

Does a good person
deal class-A drugs?

Would a good person be breaking
into a drug dealer's house

in a few days' time,
even though she knows

the last time she did
something that reckless,



Do you want to take another shot
at telling me how good I am?!

OK, thank you.

HE SIGHS

I can get on the Toronto
flight this afternoon.

John and I have got
to go to London.

We could give you a
lift to the airport.

Thanks.

Your Ladyship, can you
confirm for the court

whether that's your
signature on each page?

Yes, it is.

So, despite my
learned friend's claim

that your father mismanaged
your inheritance,

every receipt,
invoice or expense

paid for by the trust has
been signed off by you?

Yes, because I didn't
know what I was signing.

With respect, Your Ladyship,
ignorance is not a defence.

Objection, Your Honour.

Mr Dillard, in an
English court of law,

we do not shout "objection".

Do we not?

I don't know if you
earned your law degree

by watching Legally Blonde...

LAUGHTER

..but unlike the Americans,

we run our courts on
civility and decorum.

Right. Good to know.

Your Ladyship, at what age

did you take your
first alcoholic drink?

About 12 years old.

Your father found you
drunk, is that right?

Yes. Did he reprimand
you or strike you?

No.

What did he do?
He put me to bed.

Oh, he... he put you to bed?

Only because he wanted
to shag my Spanish tutor,

Isabella, who was half his age.

He had deck shoes
that were older.

To this day, I still
can't eat gazpacho.

Your Ladyship, have you abused
drugs and alcohol consistently

since the age of 12?

I've been sober for six
months. I really am trying

to be a better person.
Yes, have you consistently

abused drugs and
alcohol? Yes or no?

Yes.

Did you destroy
your father's lawn

with a motorcar? My father
reneged on a deal...

Yes or no?

Yes. In recent months,

you were sentenced to
community service? Why?

I damaged my girlfriend's car.

Yes, while drunk, you keyed
the word "skunk" into her door?

It was supposed to say "skank"
but I'm a bit dyslexic.

At a fast-food drive-thru,

did you deliberately
ram your car

into the vehicle of
a total stranger?

I was very upset... Yes or no?

I was very emotional
because I...

Please answer the
question, yes or no?

But it's not a clear-cut yes
or no. I'm trying to explain!

Is this whole affair not
just a desperate attempt

to extort money from your father
because you cannot support yourself

financially because you
are an unreliable addict

with a violent and
erratic temper?

YELLS: You would be too, if
you had a b*stard for a dad!

ALL GASP

No more questions.

We're doomed.

Every road I go down, your
dad's three steps ahead.

He always is.

God, if he wasn't, he wouldn't
have a roof over his head.

Huh?

When he was divorcing my
b*tch of a stepmother, Vivian,

to stop her getting
her grubby little hands

on the family estate, he
put the house into my trust

so that she couldn't touch it.

Well, I couldn't wait to see
the shock on Vivian's face,

but she'd had so many
face-lifts, I couldn't tell.

There you go.

Three steps ahead!

Hmm.

Did you sign it back?

Hmm?

When your dad put the family
house into your trust,

did you sign it back?
Darling, I can't remember.

That was during my ketamine
and Tia Maria phase.

Think, Gabby. It's important.

Wait.

It was Cointreau, not Tia Maria.

RANI: Come on! Why can't
you go any faster?!

BEN: Cos I don't want another


DOORBELL RINGS REPEATEDLY

If you're looking for
Josie, she's gone.

Er, do you know
when she'll be back?

No, gone for good.

Moving to Portugal. Her
husband was m*rder*d,

you know. They cut
off his thumbs.

Probably some kind of sex thing.

A lot of perverts round here.

However, I... I don't judge.

I was quite a goer.

They used to call
me Back Door Doris.

And that's before
it was all the rage.

Right, so, when did Josie leave?

Half an hour ago.

You might just catch
her at Stansted Airport.

When Mum visited
relatives in Sri Lanka,

she wanted to give them money.
They didn't have any bank accounts,

and bringing cash on
a plane looks dodgy.

So Mum bought them
jewellery instead because...

Because you can wear
that through Customs

as it looks less suspicious.

So maybe this jewellery's
their nest egg.

DORIS: You said to call

if a young Indian
girl turned up.

Yeah, and did she? Well,
I'd love to tell you,

but I'm only a
poor old pensioner.

I can't give you cash now.
I'm in bloody Bristol!

I take PayPal.

Yeah, course you do.

Thieving slag.

PHONE RINGS

Hi, Graham.

So, listen,

I've called an emergency
board meeting for six o'clock,

where I'll propose a vote of
no confidence in your father.

Did you sound out the board? As
you predicted, it's split 50/50.

Yours'll be the deciding vote.

OK.

Is that going to be a problem?

Not going to be a
problem, Graham.

See you at six.

Are you sure you
want to do that?

Toss my old man
on the scrapheap,

like he did to me, take his job,

then walk into my daughter's


and reclaim my family?

Yeah, Sean, yes,
I want to do that.

I'm taking back control.

Did you read chapter
eight in my book,

about fathers and sons?

Yeah. And you still think taking
down your dad is the answer?

Well, my wife has told me

that I need to move forward
and make myself happy.

So that's what I'm doing.

OVER PA: Would Josie
Campbell please make her way

to the information hub,

where your friends
are waiting for you.

Josie Campbell to
the information hub.

Blue lives matter!

SIREN WAILS

It's not here! It's not here!

YELLS: It's not here!

HE WHISTLES Greggy bread.

In here.

Tell me, how many other
clients have you got?

Loads. One old
couple who'll be dead

by the time you settle
their boundary dispute.

Mate, you lose
Lady Gabby's case,

you'll spend the rest of your
working life asking people,

"Have you been to
Nando's before?"

Her Ladyship's father
has instructed us

to make a very generous offer
to settle all this right now.

£500,000.

Of which you'd get one third.

You could buy one of
those robotic sex dolls.

Finally, a woman
even you can turn on!

And nowadays they've got AI,

so it can learn to despise
you, just like a real woman.

Gabby's inheritance
was £4 million.

Well, how many sex
dolls do you need?

It's 500 grand.

Take the money, mate.

See you in court...

..mate.

DOOR CREAKS AND CLOSES

MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY: Young
Dumb & Broke by Khalid

♪ So you're still thinking of
me Just like I know you should

♪ I can not give
you everything... ♪

Oh, my God.

I remember dancing to this
song with a cute guy on a boat.

Hmm.

Oh, you mean Rafe?

The interior designer?

What is Yolanda the
porn star doing?

Mainly a**l.

We had fun, didn't we?

Back when we were young,
dumb, broke high-school kids.

♪ Young dumb broke
high school kids... ♪

Nah, stop it.

You still have
these? Course I do.

I keep it with me always.

Hi. There was a message for me.

Josie Campbell? Oh, yes...
Said a friend of mine was here?

Yes, just over
there. You see them?

Josie! Uh, he's not my...

Hey, how are you, my love?

I'm here about Smiler.

Thank you.

I... I didn't do it. Oh,
bollocks, I saw you on the news.

I'm innocent, I swear.
Get out of my face!

I was there, but it wasn't me - it
was a corrupt cop called Burgess.

And I tried to save Smiler
but I couldn't and I'm sorry.

Look, I have a message from him.

For you and your daughter.

The brainbox with a
scholarship to Oxford!

Marshall was right -

you ARE a manipulative
little b*tch.

Some free advice - I don't
think k*lling your father,

metaphorically speaking,
is what your wife meant

by "moving forward".

Oh, you're being serious?

You're lecturing me
on how to run my life,

when you clearly have no
idea how to run your own?

I think I have a very good idea.

Uh-huh? Then, why are
you walking out on Myrna?

Because she's told me what
you've all been up to.

Did she tell you why?

What possible reason
could she have?

She stole drug money!

Gave it to a very good
cause. She dealt drugs!

To stop her friends
being k*lled.

And now she's breaking
into a drug dealer's house!

To ensure that he's
punished for his crimes

and not hurting
people she loves.

If that's all true, why didn't
she tell me that herself?

Oh, God. HE CHUCKLES

Sean, have you even
read your own book?

Course I have.

Not chapter 12, clearly.

If you're watching this,
it means I screwed up,

so get straight on that
plane, live your life,

and know that I love you
and our gorgeous girl

with all my heart. JOSIE SOBS

I'm sorry to ask
questions, but...

Do you know what's on
the Dean's hard drive?

Proof.

Of his whole operation.

Marshall said it had
records of shipments.

Distribution networks.

Supply chains. Money laundering.

Police payoffs.
Swiss bank accounts.

Everything. What,
just sitting there?

In a safe, in case the
Dean needs it one day.

Rekowski!

Stop wasting police time.

After Mia was born,

Marshall didn't want to
be in the life no more.

But the Dean don't let
people just walk away

when they know as
much as Marshall,

so Marshall wanted to make
sure the Dean went down.

But the Dean got to him first.

When the Dean was arrested,

the police would've
searched his house,

and they would have
found the safe.

A dummy one.

Marshall said the real
one is well hidden.

Behind a horse. Rani...

DS Tony Burgess. I need
to find this girl...

We have to go. Yeah, me too.

But what does that
mean, behind a horse?

I don't know! He
just said a horse!

Right, let's go! sh*t,
the jewellery. No, no. No.

No. It's too late. No, it's not!

It's her nest egg. Rani,
we have to leave now.

I let the father
of her child die.

I owe her this.

I... I'll meet you outside.

DS Tony Burgess.

I need to find this girl
quickly. Get the doors there.

Right. Guard 'em now.

At the departures door now...

RANI PANTS Josie!

Wait!

This is for you...

..from Marshall.

Thank you.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Hey, you! Where are you headed?

Er, Venice.

Venice? Venice sounds
lovely. Can I come?

Uh...

Well, I mean... I'll
see you there, then.

Who the hell was
that? I don't know.

Oh, so we're off to Venice
to save our relationship,

and you're up to
your old tricks?

CHILD GIGGLES

CHILD GIGGLES Sh.

CHILD: Mummy, look
at the funny lady!

Rekowski?!

Rani! Rani, come here!

Seal the doors!

ALARM BLARES

ECHOING: Seal the doors!

Hey!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

YELLS: Seal the doors!

Come on!

Agh!

Unseal the doors!

Unseal the doors! WAILS

SEAN SIGHS Unseal the doors!

Unseal the doors!

Don't just stare!

A word - now!

I have to find out
from the other side

that you've turned down
half a million pounds -

without asking me?!

It doesn't exist.

What doesn't exist?

A deed, proving your dad's
house was transferred

back to him. I've got
them on the ropes, Gabby.

It's not your decision to
make! Who do you think you are?

I'm Tinker Bell! You
told me I can win this.

I was trying to gee you up.

Christ!

You blew John's case, and
now you are blowing mine!

Get in there and take
the 500 grand right now.

All my life I've backed
down from the fight.

If someone called me a loser,

I was just pleased
they had an opinion.

But I can win this thing, Gabby.

I have to win this, not
just for you but for me!

If I don't, I'm nothing -
I'll have achieved nothing

in my whole sorry life!

Please believe in me.

Just once.

OK.

Your Lordship, your family
estate, Brackelthorn Manor

and the surrounding
lands, are valued at what?

£25 million, if you include
the butterfly house.

Open to the public
May to August.

Group discounts available.

MURMURING

Is it correct that during
divorce proceedings

from your second wife, Vivian,

you transferred the manor
into Lady Gabby's trust fund

to prevent your wife laying
claim to the property?

I was merely seeking to
protect Gabby's ancestral home.

But once the divorce
was finalised,

you couldn't transfer the
house back to yourself

because you were a trustee and
the house was a trust asset,

so you needed Her Ladyship

to sign it back over to
you, isn't that right?

You tell me. You're a lawyer...

..supposedly.

LAUGHTER

All right, m'lord,
it's not THAT funny.

Can you present us with
paperwork, signed by Her Ladyship,

transferring Brackelthorn
Manor back to you?

M'lord, do you need me
to repeat the question?

Um, my lord, I wonder if we
can, er, request a moment or two

to confer with our client?

Absolutely not.

Give.

Fine.

Er, if it pleases the court,

we wish to submit a new
exhibit into evidence.

Approved.

M'lord, I must protest. If this
item wasn't included during...

Your Lordship, is
that your signature?

It is indeed.

Your Ladyship, is that yours?

Yes, it is. Let the record note

that both the claimant and
the defendant's signatures

are present on the return deed.

CHUCKLING

We'll take the


Oh, that moment's gone, mate.

Mr Dillard, do you have

any further questions
for His Lordship?

HE SIGHS

I'm so sorry.

You may step down, Your
Lordship. Thank you, m'lord.

If you sh**t, join us
for the grouse season.

Very kind of you, Your
Lordship, thank you.

Er, m'lord, sorry,

I do have one more
question, actually.

Mr Dillard, you are
seriously trying my patience!

Would you mind, Your Lordship?

It's the least I can do,

given that Mr Dillard
has gone to the trouble

of renting a suit for the day.

I imagine it's expensive,
paying by the yard.

LAUGHTER

Um, what... what is the
date on this document

signing Brackelthorn
Manor back to you?

August 7th.

Your late wife died on
August 4th, is that right?

I don't remember the exact date.

I do.

Because the anniversary
was last month.

Lady Gabby and I
lit some candles

and played Sarah
McLachlan until 2am.

How moving. Is there a point?

Is there?

Well, you said earlier that
you had Her Ladyship sectioned

in a mental health facility because
she went on a drink and drugs bender

prompted by the anniversary
of her mother's death.

That is correct. Well, in
order to have her sectioned,

you would have
needed to convince

legal and medical professionals
that she was not of sound mind.

Isn't that correct?
If you say so.

Well, if she wasn't of sound mind,
then Her Ladyship's signature

returning Brackelthorn
Manor to you

is null and void. It's
not legally binding.

She... uh...

She was of sound mind
when she signed this!

I-I'm confused, then, because you
told us all earlier, under oath,

that the reason you were
managing Gabby's inheritance was

because she lacked the mental
capacity to do so herself.

Now you're telling us that she
was of sound mind after all,

so which is it?

When this document was signed,
was Lady Gabby of sound mind?

How dare you speak
to me like that?!

I'm the 16th Earl
of Gloucestershire.

When this document was signed,
was Lady Gabby of sound mind?

I won't answer
any more questions

from this gangly yokel.
Was Gabby of sound mind?!

No!

When was she ever?!

She's sick in the head, just
like her f*cking mother!

You like to think
of me as the bad guy

and that your mother was a
saint - well, she wasn't.

She was a junkie and a
drunk, who k*lled herself

rather than sticking
around for you.

But I did stick around! I may
not be the father you wanted,

but I am the father you needed,
you ungrateful little b*tch!

No more questions, m'lord.

JOHN: Right, front gate
is about two metres high.

PEN SCRATCHES MYRNA:
Two metres high.

Garden walls look
about a metre thick.

Metre... thick.

There's some kind of bodyguard.

Disable bodyguard...

Oh, God, and he's armed.

Armed. DOG BARKS

What did you and Sean talk about
when you were at the airport?

He was just trying to lecture
me, about my dad, y'know.

I said, "You're trying
to diagnose me -

"you haven't even
read your own book."

I said, "Reread
chapter 12, mate."

Why?

What's in chapter 12?

Right, we've got movement.

ENGINE STARTS

Don't let that VW cut in.

Overtake, overtake!
TYRES SQUEAL

You're too close.

Keep your distance.

If you can see them,
they can see you!

Well, I have to see them

or I'll be following
a different car!

Run that red light.

Hmm? Run it!

Myrna!

We're not in The
Fast And The Furious,

we're in Harrow and Wealdstone.

What was in chapter 12?

Huh?

Sean's book.

RUSTLING

"When loved, and
giving love back,

"we are vulnerable,

"and when we're
vulnerable, we feel scared.

"We worry that if someone
knows the real us,

"they'll find out we
are the pieces of sh*t

"we believe ourselves to be.

"So, we do whatever we
can to push them away

"before they can reject us.

"This fear of intimacy only leads
to isolation and loneliness."

Here she comes...

..with her two little angels.

THE DEAN'S WIFE: OK, bye.

JUDGE: For the reasons
I have outlined,

with regards to the claim
of negligent mismanagement

of the inheritance of Lady
Gabriella Penrose-Howe,

I find in favour...

..of the defendant,

Lord Edmund Penrose-Howe.

Having dismissed
those submissions,

I turn to the question of
Her Ladyship's capacity

and the ownership of
Brackelthorn Manor

and all pertaining lands,

valued in the region
of £25 million.

Here, I find in favour...

..of the claimant, Lady
Gabriella Penrose-Howe.

CHEERING

SPEECH DROWNED OUT

Oh! Thank you, Tink.

BOTH LAUGH

Greg.

Spencer.

You were, er...

..Greg-cellent.

Oh.

So, how long do I have

before you turf me
out of house and home?

I'm not going to turf you out.

Why not?

Because you're my dad.

I love you.

You're a good person, Gabriella.

You get that from your mother.

CLAMOUR

RADIO: Showbiz news. TikTok
toff Lady Gabriella Penrose-Howe

won her court case today
against her own father.

The blue-blooded beauty gave
an impromptu press conference

outside court.

GABBY: This was
never about revenge.

An eye for an eye makes
the whole world blind.

This has changed my
relationship with my father,

but for the better.

I've realised that I can't
just be a child any more,

waiting for Daddy's approval.

No-one else can make me happy.

That's on me.

I am calling for a
vote of no confidence

in John Halloran Snr as CEO.

All those in favour of the
motion please raise your hand.

Two against two.

John...

..you're the casting vote.

I... I...

I vote against the motion.

I-I'm sorry, what?!
You wanted this!

You came to me!

Changed my mind, Graham.

Did your dad get to you?

No.

No, this one's on me.

DOOR OPENS

Did you forget something?

Yes.

Something I wrote in my book

that your friend reminded me of.

Chapter 12?

HE CHUCKLES Yep.

Would you please...

..ask me that question again?

So long as I don't have
to kneel down again.

Myrna Okeke,

will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes, I will.

What happened to your suitcase?

I don't really know.

CHATTER

Hey, come on! All right!

Oh.

Hi, John.

CLEARS HER THROAT

Hi, Dad.

You sure you should be here?
Surge pricing not kick in

during the rush
hour, huh? CHUCKLES

Effie, Isla, your dad's here.

Hello, my darlings.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.
Thank you. I definitely know

what this is. I know you do!

She's not the only
one celebrating, Ruth.

I survived a coup
attempt today -

mounted by my own son.

Did you think I wouldn't
find out, eh? Is that true?

Oh, don't worry. Couldn't
stick the knife in.

Bottled it at the last minute.

I told Hilgard, "You picked
my son for patricide?

"I wouldn't pick him
for five-a-side!"

CHUCKLES

You're not really cut out
for the big calls, are you?

You're better suited
to driving a minicab.

Your only responsibility
being following the sat nav,

wiping stains off the seats.

I forgive you, Dad.

What?!

I forgive you.

You forgive me?!

For what?

I forgive you.

I haven't done anything!

I forgive you.

I'm the one who should
be forgiving you!

You're the eejit who drove
my company into the ground!

I forgive you.

Stop saying that, you...

..you useless b*stard!

Come back here when
I'm talking to you!

John?

I'm really proud of you.

Will you come over
for dinner on Tuesday?

Just you, me and the kids.

I'd like that.

You got some nerve
asking for a meet.

What's stopping me taking
you down soon as you leave?

Cos whatever the
Dean is paying you,

I got a deal worth way more.

I'm all ears.

BEN SIGHS

Look, I don't know why
I'm telling you this,

but when I saw you...

..kissing Christian...

..I kind of felt a bit...

What?

Weird.

Er... Er, Ben, I...

I wanted to tell
you that I still...

TORI: You coming to bed, babe?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Night.

Night.

DOOR CLOSES

How come you're so willing
to sell out Rekowski

and the rest of 'em?

I don't know them,
and I don't owe them.

Only loyalty I got is to me.

This hard drive
is worth a fortune

to any rival crew
looking to take over

the Dean's operation.

So, do we have a deal or not?

You try and double-cross
me on this one,

and you'll be finished quicker

than a virgin in a
knocking shop. Yeah?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, we're in trouble...

Sh, sh, sh-sh!

I just spoke to a paralegal I know
who's working on the Dean's trial.

Get this - the defence
cited R v Galbraith

and made a submission that
there's no prima facie case.

What does that mean?

No star witness. Corrupt cops.

The judge had to
throw the case out.

Yes!

It means the judge will tell
the jury to reach a verdict

of not guilty. We have to
move the break-in forward.

We're not ready!

Then, the Dean gets out
tomorrow, and we're all dead.

CHUCKLES