All language subtitles for Shakespeare and Hathaway Private Investigators - Season 5 Episode 7

(ominous music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

I am so, so, so sorry.

Something came up at the station.

I'm sure you would
have called if you could.

Where's Ottie?

Your mum picked her up an hour ago.

My mum?

Tamara, remind Joe to buy me a card.

Joe has 19 unread reminders.

I didn't forget. I...

I'll make it up to you.
Are you here now?

Let's just enjoy our anniversary.

- I love you.
- I love you.

All right, croissants are in the oven.

Almond all right?

Um, yeah, sounds perfect.

Come on, roll that cross.

I know you like the chocolate ones.

Don't worry, I'll put the
dreaded wedding album away.

No, no, it was the
greatest day of my life.

I just wish the, um.. I know.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

BEEP

Good morning, Detective Sergeant.

Who is this?

Listen carefully and
do exactly as I say,

or else you will do a wife to
find out who you really are.

(upbeat music)

(laughing)

You're talking, aren't you?

I knew I shouldn't have come here.

Oh no, sit down, please.

We're listening. Start again.

I made a mistake.

Big one.

I went out for a drink
last night after work.

Next thing I know, it's 10 a.m.

and I'm stumbling out
of a cab in my driveway.

Then I get that.

Okay, wow.

So, um, just a wild stab in the dark.

I guess this is not your wife.

I don't even recognize her or the room.

- How drunk was I?
- How drunk was she, Marley?

Probably an escort.

Most of their clients are married creeds.

All right, believe me. Nobody's
more disgusted about this than I am.

I'm being blackmailed
and I don't know why.

He calls himself Dr. Eccles.

Said he's a wanted man who
needs help fleeing the country.

It was clearly a fake name.

What's he wanted for?

I don't know, but he warned me
not to get my colleagues involved.

Said he'd know if I did, but he
didn't mention anything about PIs.

Look, I wouldn't be here
if I had any other choice.

Diseases desperate grown by desperate
appliance are relieved or not at all.

Not helpful.

How does this Dr. Eccles
expect you to help him?

- Money?
- Nah.

First task was to buy provisions.

Then get to Henley Street in 13 minutes.

I can play along for an hour, but I
need your help to catch this scumbag.

I'm sorry, we don't do extramaritals.

Why don't you just fess up to Emma?

It's not an option because it's
our 10-year wedding anniversary.

So I can't,

I can't lose my wife.

So please.

Okay, we'll help you.

Sebastian and I will try and
find out who this woman is.

You can go with Keeler.

Right, halfway. 12 minutes, let's go.

Why do I have to get
punished for this dirty affair?

Oh, hell no!

Out the way.

PANTING

We need to talk this through.

Do you know anybody
who might have it in for you?

I'm a copper Frank, who doesn't.

(phone ringing)

Right, I got what you asked for.

Now you tell me something.

Why me?

There's a camping
super store outside town.

I'm sending you a list.

Purchase every item.

You have one hour.

Yeah, but why me?

BEEPS

Forget why you.

Why those items?

I can't get all this in an hour.

I mean, it'd take at least
half an hour to get there.

I mean...

Oh, Taxi!

Taxi!

Oh, no, doorstep or please.

(dramatic music)

Nope.

As far as I can tell,
she's not a local escort,

a known criminal, or
an out-of-work thespian.

Well, that rules out half
of Stratford, doesn't it?

- Luella Shakespeare.
- What?

I'm just doing my job.
Anyway, I've already looked.

You can't actually see anything,
but check out this whiskey glass.

There's something embossed on it.

What is that corporate branding?

I'm thinking hotel logo.

Oh, you're good.

(dramatic music)

I got a cab, sorry.

Dude, did you want a lift?

38 minutes.

No time for banter.

Large gloves.

Large gloves.

The thing is... I...

Look, this is now I saw my day

going either, but whatever
witty remark you have

cannot be more important
than me saving my marriage.

I was just gonna say
you're being followed.

You focus on the shepherd list.

I'll sniff him out.

(dramatic music)

Okay, jiggly about, babe.

Yep, yep.

Oh, that's it, that's the spot.

- Nicely done.
- Thank you.

You must remember to our
breaking and entering to my resume.

Right, well, looks
like the same room, but...

Sounds paramour, sounds
evident, sounds everything.

We cleaned those beaters to it.

Isn't that always the way?

They always come at the worst time,

like when you've just
stepped out of the shower.

Or when you're singing along to the
radio so you can't hear them knocking

while you're stark naked
slathering yourself in after the sun.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

I will never understand camping.

Small fortune on this joke just
to catch pneumonia in a field.

(phone ringing)

Time's up, Sergeant.

I hope you've found
everything, for your sake.

Go to the wedding room.

I found exactly what I'm looking for.

All of you two go.

- Billy?
- Right, Frank.

What are you looking at?

This is where he would
bring her, the secretary.

Yeah, well, they're not here now, so.

We will take him for all
he's worth, Mrs. Keeler.

I'm her solicitor.

I'll just fetch her a tissue.

Yes, please.

What is wrong with me, Warwick?

Why doesn't he want me?

No, you're, I mean, I
would, husband's idiot.

Oh, you're so sweet.

Tell me, 'cause I can...

I can take it.

Did you see them here last night?

I couldn't say. I see a lot of people.

Go on, take a look.

I don't get involved
in copper's business.

Um, sorry, how did you
know he was a police officer?

Well, well, he looks
like one, doesn't he?

Plus the room's booked under a DS Keeler.

No, please, Warwick.

I told you, I don't know anything.

So get lost on calling security.

No, I won't.

Just had to be your
delinquent pal, didn't he?

I told you, I've gone straight.

All I did was follow him.

He's one of them
surveillance job, you know.

Oh, so Billy the Brick's a PI now?

Spent enough time with
you, you kind of pick it up.

We caught you on the phone.

Yeah, to my girlfriend.

You take me for a complete idiot?

- Go on, answer that.
- Yeah, I do.

No, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop.

All right, Billy, we'll humor you.

Who hired you for this surveillance job?

Well, I've never actually met him.

I've got this phone in the
post this morning

from a Dr. Echols.

You've got to be kidding me.

You're supposed to report where he goes.

That's all, Frank, I swear.

Word of advice.

Some jobs are not worth the money.

He's lying.

- It was him on the phone.
- [PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Hang up on me
again, and you'll regret it.

- But I thought...
- Survival gear will only get me so far.

There's a bank on Leonardo Street.

I need 10,000 pounds cash.

You have 14 minutes.

Taxi's waiting outside.
You are coming with us.

- I'm not going anywhere with him.
- Have you lost your mind?

This is not up for debate.

We need to figure out
who's behind this and fast.

Fine.

Genuinely, one more
word out of your mouth.

You can't stop me from talking.

This is Stagdu.

He's tying the knot tomorrow.

Hello?

Hello.

So, no sign of the woman, but we do
think that the Hotel Porter knows Keeler.

His name's Warwick.

Is the name Warwick ringing any bells?

Warwick Sam's former shoplifter
drug dealer pain in my neck.

He's acquainted.

He hasn't made any
moody phone calls, has he?

Not in the last half hour, no.

It's not Dr. Eccles, then.

It's business card.

Gratiano Management.

Oh, okay, we've got a lead, so
we'll see you back at the office.

See you there.

See you where?

If I'm not at the bank in
32 minutes, I'm done for.

We'll make it, all right?

Don't worry.

Drive!

Fascist.

Do you even know what a fascist is?

Yeah, I'm looking at one.

Why don't we wait in reception?

Oh, it's a modelling agency.

There she is.

I slept with a model.

Well, do you want a high five for that?

Well, that photograph
is not on my phone,

so I must have taken it with hers.

So she must have sent it to Dr. Eccles.

- Let's bring her in.
- Yeah, good idea.

Let's just get a warrant card, shall we?

I'm sure we'll find a way somehow.

PHONE RINGING

Hiya, ma'am.

(speaking in foreign language)

What photograph?

It's not what it looks like.

PHONE RINGING

Just burn it.

Don't tell Emma.

PHONE RINGING

You sent it to my mother.

Disobey me again,
and it'll be your wife.

I'm on the way to the bank.

With or without Mr. Hathaway.

That's right, you're being watched.

In my defence, you didn't mention PIs.

Then let me clarify.

All loopholes are now closed.

Ditch the help.

Wait.

Look, if you need to get out of
town, I can make arrangements.

I can send you a car.

Just tell us your location.

Nice try, Detective Sergeant.

You have 18 minutes remaining.

Get the money, then
head back to Henley Street.

Alone.

We need to get moving.

We'll try and find this model.

I see what she knows.

Did you not hear what Dr. Eggo said?

We're all you've got.

You better just hope
that Billy was his only spy.

Practically emptied the joint account.

As if Emma's not furious enough already.

Don't worry, you're not
actually gonna pay up.

I promised her.

This year would be different.

Not good at anniversaries, eh?

Wasn't even a great groom.

Too much vino on the wedding night.

Not arrested someone at the reception.

That'll do it.

But there's one thing I live by.

I've always been faithful.

We don't know for certain
what happened last night.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

What?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm,
mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

I said, sounds like your
wife's better off without you.

Read that room, Billy.

PHONE BEEPING

Oh, better get to Henley Street and
see where Dr. Eggo's ascending me next.

Somewhere in East
Warwickshire, by the looks of it.

Eccles just messaged Billy.

He doesn't know we've got him.

Go to cottage, Keeler
arriving in one hour.

I was going to be good for something.

All right, come on.

Time to get ahead of this guy.

Drive!

Oh, great, Sebastian, she's coming.

I mean, Luigi.

I heard Luigi Verafino is
as rude as he is pretentious.

Okay, look, just don't underestimate her

'cause these model
types, they can be ice cold

and of course, this
one also might turn out

to be a ruthless blackmailer,
so we're...

Hello, sorry I'm late.

I'm Molly.

Luigi Verafino.

Yeah, I love the look.

Very Balenciaga.

Thank you, that's
exactly what I was going for.

And those cheekbones.

Who's your agent?

Oh, me?

No, no, I'm not, I'm just the stylist.

Yeah, I'm Gabrielle, actually, yeah.

Did you really think I could be a... Oh.

So, what am I modeling?

Oh yes, excellent question.

You're modeling a
gorgeous designer scarf.

Hate to be a diva,

but do you mind if I nip the loo first?

Burst in.

- It's fine, it's...
- Through the door.

I think I love her.

Yes, beautiful, yes, yes, yes, Molly.

I love it.

Now, give me fierce.

Just a little adjustment there.

So did you do anything fun last night?

My boyfriend cooked my favorite meal.

Who were your boyfriends?

Beans on toast, with cheese.

Aw, lovely.

I thought you might be out partying,
you know, clubs and restaurants, hotels.

That's not really me.

Gorgeous.

Now, show me Terra.

Yes?

There's a wolf coming.

(howls)

And then, what about after dinner?

Anything then?

- I went to see my mum.
- Oh.

No, she's not around much, and family's
the most important thing in the world.

And work, obviously.

Take five, the battery's low.

Well done, that was really good.

Between you and me, Gab,
this might be my last ever gig.

Oh, really?

You, uh, come into some money, have you?

I wish. Priorities change, you know.

Being a model sounds so glam.

Traveling the world and stuff, but,

I'd much rather be home
with the people I love.

Come on, just another hour.

(howls)

Take it off yourself.

No sign of anyone.

Front door's unlocked.

But look who's staying here.

Dr. Eccles.

I was spelling it with a C.

Two Cs?

He's not a cake bill.

Don't tell me we've just been
abandoned in the middle of nowhere.

And you left a duct
tape on the back seat.

All right, forget about that.

If this is Dr. Eccles'
hideout, he might be nearby.

We need to get inside.

You, bring that gear.

(phone rings)

I've got the money. What next?

There's a cottage.
I'm sending you the address.

Come on, hurry up.

Oh, beautiful.

Now let's try Happy Bunny.

What's this scarf magazine called again?

I'll have to get my mum a copy.

Oh, All's Wool That Blends Wool.

Yep, it's a new one.

I could probably put in a word
and get you on the front cover.

I thought you were the stylist.

And if this scarf is designer,
why does the label say...

Molly, honey, we are nearly done.

We just need that one shot
that perfectly captures your truth.

My truth?

Uh-huh.

Everyone knows the camera always lies.

And real photographers
bring spare batteries.

Tell me what's going on.

Yeah, what are you?
Some kind of pervert.

- I've got pepper-spray.
- Look, we are not dangerous.

We?

Yeah, we, we, we are
just trying to help DS Keeler.

Who?

Come on, Molly.

Blackmail's a serious crime.

You're not a serious criminal, are you?

No.

I met him in some bar.

We got drunk and went back to his hotel.

- What, a menu?
- Nothing.

I mean, he was too hammered, anyway,

but even if he wasn't, I'd
never blackmailed someone.

I've gotta go.

Wait after I use your bathroom again.
Sorry.

She's too sweet to be a villain.

She's hiding something.

Probably a UTI, judging by
the amount she goes to the loo.

She's giving up modeling...

and those ginger tablets, people use
those for morning sickness.

Well, she's pregnant,

but she left her boyfriend
at home to go on a

- bender with a random older man.
- With Keeler?

Oh.

(somber music)

What kind of sickle brings
Turkish delight to a stakeout?

I am sorry, Jelly Babies
weren't on the list.

Blame Dr. Eccles.

You know what I think?

You're Dr. Eccles.

If you try to do this to mess
with me, mate, it won't work.

That is quite possibly the
dumbest thing I've ever heard.

So why's it got your name
with the letters jumbled up?

Look, Frank.

He's right.

It's an anagram.

- Who's the dummy now?
- (phone ringing)

This is me calling myself then, is it?

Brainiac?

I'm almost there.
I see a cottage up ahead.

Good.

There's a shed in the garden.

- Leave everything inside.
- Then what?

Go home to your wife.

If you've done what I asked,
you'll never hear from me again.

It's too easy.

And this is personal.

He's using an anagram of your name.

Yeah, agreed.

And he's probably disguising his voice,
so I don't recognise it, and it's worked.

I haven't got a clue who this is.

No, but you've got what he wants.

We'll text him Billy's report
and say you've made the drop,

and then we'll wait for
him to come and get it.

Right.

Let's get this stuff in the shed.

I wanna cash this man red-handed.

- Hey, Frank, it's me.
- Obviously.

So we met Molly, and,
Frank, you would love her.

What, the home wrecker?

Well, that's the thing, you see?

She swears nothing happened
with her and Keela,

but we felt like she knew something,

so we followed her, and
guess where she went?

Back to the hotel.

What, the hotel with the pod who
just happens to hate Keela's guts?

She did mention a boyfriend.

Good work.

- Call me when she meets him.
- Okay.

So I didn't cheat on my wife.

Looks like you're off the hook.

(sighs)

Warwick Samms.

Now, if that halfwit is behind this,
there's gonna be evidence everywhere.

Something's not right.

Yeah, this is slave labour.

I should unionise.

Warwick's not a wanted man.

And if he wanted to flee the country,

there's easier ways than
blackmailing a copper.

What if the idea was
to keep you distracted?

Distracted from what?

Frank.

Frank.

Hello.

You'd better get over
to Keela's house sharpish.

His wife might be in danger.

Okay, drop me the address.
I'm on my way.

Right, she's going in.
Don't take your eyes off her.

Okay, you be careful.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Oh, oh.

Hello.

Sorry, my car has broken down and
I just, my phone has also, yep, that's,

needs some charge and
wondered if you could help.

False alarm.

Yes Emma, coffee'd be lovely.

She's okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

Which is more than I can
say for her anniversary meal.

Do you want me to stay with that?

Just to be safe.

Thanks, Lou.

Right, there's a car
parked round the back.

There must be a spare
key somewhere, right?

Emma's okay.

She's with Lou.

They're all so funny.

If anything happened to her, it'd be your
fault for being a lying, cheating pig.

This is only my fault for helping her.
Shut the fuck up!

- Get off me!
- I'm gonna get an heart attack!

Stop it!

I have to try and steal my girlfriend!

- What?
- What?

It's true, Frank.

He's been seeing Molly behind me back.

- What is this all about?
- I can't tell you.

You know what?
This wasn't worth the money.

Don't blame me. I only got
involved 'cause I was desperate.

Well, well, well.

Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfellows.

That's right.

We know everything.

Well, you might wanna explain it
to me 'cause I ain't got the foggies.

Oh, really?

And how do you two know each other?

What, we don't?

I caught her snooping around and recognised
her from the photo you showed me.

All right.

Why don't we just start from the top, hm?

When I clocked in last night,

there was an envelope of
cash with a note from a guest.

You know?

Do not disturb.

You mean hush money.

Well, when someone tips
that much, you don't question it.

Plus, I saw Keila's name on the booking

and I can't stand the guy, but...

I don't mess with Godness.

Hmm.

It wasn't me.

Then who?

Your boyfriend?

He's got nothing to do with this.

It would be understandable, in a way,
if you were trying to raise some cash.

Babies are expensive.

How did you?

You've got it all wrong.

I haven't even told
Billy I'm pregnant yet.

Bill?

Not Billy the Brick.

I met Molly last year at
the community roller disco.

She sort of passed all my mistakes,

made me see that I'm
not just a waste of oxygen.

Hey, you're not.

But lately, she's been acting strange.

And then her phone arrived
in the post this morning.

Well, what did Dr. Eccles say to you?

That Molly was leaving me for that pig.

But if I just kept tabs on him
for a day, he'd be taken care of.

You weren't being paid.

Molly taught me that there's
more important things than money.

I can't live without her, Frank.

Nothing happened between us.

You have my word.

I mean, I'd like to think I've
got higher standards than that.

Sell some respect for Molly.

Yeah, you've got some of mine.

But Billy. Your girlfriend
is not going to leave you,

and your aim is happily sipping
coffee with Luke as we speak.

It's not possible.

We don't keep coffee in the house.

Emma's acutely allergic.

Could be fatal.

It won't be a sec.

I was fine.

Take your time.

(dramatic music)

Oh, hi.

Just seeing if you had any milk.

I'm afraid we seem to be out of coffee.

That's fine.

That's fine.

I might just check if my phone's charged.

I warned him to ditch the PIs.

Such a shame he didn't listen.

(phone ringing)

The phone's supposed to be switched off.

I can't wait 90 minutes for a cab.

There must be a key some way.

It's time to call it in, Joe.

It's too risky.

Setting them racing
in with blues and twos.

I want to go home, Frank.

I need to see Molly.

I know, and Joe needs to see his wife,

and I wouldn't mind knowing
that Lou's okay and all.

How did Dr. Echols get a
photo from your wedding?

No idea.

Clearly obsessed with our marriage.

Or maybe it's something else
that happened 10 years ago today.

Like you were resting a guest, maybe.

No, she wasn't a guest.

She was the photographer.

You can't look me for helping.

I've always hated selfies.

They make my poor nose look enormous.

It's the wide angle lens.

It always stretches the image.

Not this image.

It's like you said,
the camera always lies.

Keela wasn't taking the photograph.

He was reaching for the camera.

It was off his face when I walked in.

I just treated it like a modeling job.

Who was behind the camera?

Molly, who is it that you're
so desperate to protect?

She showed up on the
morning of our wedding day,

said our photographer was
sick and she was filling it.

I didn't think anything of her.

You had a lot on your mind.

Later when we were cutting the
cake, I noticed she'd gone AWOL.

I went looking for her and I found her

behind the catering tent,
loading a rifle, Irene Argo.

Hang on.

Turns out she was a notorious assassin.

She'd evaded the authorities for years.

Irene?

Who's worth assassinating
at your wedding?

Arden's chief constable happens
to be a very close family friend.

Can I say something?

PHONE RINGING

Sebastian?

Keela wasn't drunk.
His drink was biting.

He was dragged to the hotel room

where Molly posed with him
because she was desperate.

Please, the photographer, Irene Argo.

I tried to tell you,
Irene's Molly's mum.

She'd just got out of prison.

I thought you knew her.
She'd been driving us around all day.

She was right in front of me?

You were sat there and
you didn't see anything?

I couldn't, could I?

He put tape on my mouth.

I can't believe I let her use me.

I knew she was a total psycho.

Should probably warn Lu.

She said she'd kill me
if I called out to warn you.

Okay.

Got a lovely house.

Beats the inside of a prison cell.

I can't blame Joe for stopping you.

He's a detective.

Please.

He was an oblivious groom who stumbled
into the biggest arrest of his career.

The trifling... simpleton
who has no idea who I am

or what I'm capable of.

The kind of detective
who doesn't recognise

danger when she's
sitting right in front of him.

Maybe he's just not that memorable.

No offence, like as in
maybe girl next door.

Trust me, he's not gonna
forget what's coming next.

Come on.

If Irene was such a brilliant assassin,
she could have got to Emma at any time.

Why make you gather up all that stuff?

To torture me.

No, hang on, right.

If you were investigating
yourself, what would you see?

A man acting erratic,

emptying his bank account,
gathering supplies.

Renting a secluded
hideaway with an alias

so obvious even Billy could work it out.

Thanks.

And if I found that hideout, I'd
find the scratched out photograph.

Along with bin bags, rope, a shovel,

all the other red flags
on the shopping list.

She's framing me for Emma's murder.

Is she?

It's green.

Joe.

The light's green.

It was going to be so simple.

Dodgy detective kills his wife.

Police get a tip off,
catch him cleaning up.

Then your partner decided
to mess up my narrative.

Frank's got a talent
for getting in the way.

And I have a talent for improvising.

I only plan to follow them.

Who knew you'd climb in the cab?

Your plan's failed, Irene.

'Cause Frank will be Keeler's alibi.

Or was he his accomplice?

One ex-copper helping out the other?

For 10,000 pounds, perhaps?

You want to frame them both?

It was cleaner before
you turned up uninvited.

Maybe... you suspected what they
were up to who caught them in the act.

Keeler panicked and
killed the lot of you.

It's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?

More plausible than some wild tale

of blackmail and coercion.

Joe stopped you
before and he'll do it again.

He'll be on his way here now.

That's exactly what I'm counting on.

I knew I should have
told Ludus there, but

if anything happens
to her, this is on me.

It's not too late.

He's right, Frank.

I know it in my heart.

No, I actually know it.

I can't be framed for murder if I'm
miles away at the time of death, can I?

True. In Irish, they're not going to
hurt them until you're closer to home.

The Fauns, she's tracking them.

We need to get them undetected.

Bet you're fed up of
hearing about me and Frank.

We're not as bad as he makes out.

I'm sorry, Joe's never mentioned you.

Oh.

Well, he won't talk to me about work.

Barely name his colleagues,
let alone invite them for dinner.

He thinks he can outsmart me.

If he's going to put his
work before his family,

he could at least help me
understand why, couldn't he?

Ah, you get in here or die.

Well, if you're going to kill us
anyway, why should she help you?

Okay, fine. Fine.

Tamora, call Joe Keeler.

Calling Hubby.

- Tamara.
- Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe.

She's got us tied up in the living room.

- Joe, Joe, Joe.
- I'll be there in half an hour, I promise.

Pry harder, detective.

You were closer than that
when you dumped my phones.

Let them go, Irene.

It's me you want.

Yet, it's because of you.

In five minutes, they'll both be dead.

Tick tock.

They're in the living
room, front of the house.

Back door, then.

???

I've got this.

Did you just carry that
around the whole day?

It's his house, Billy.

He's got a key.

Sorry, force of habit.

I know what it's like having
a husband with a secret life.

Literally, in my case.

If you think that Keela cares more
about work than you, then you're wrong.

Why's he insist on
keeping me in the dark?

Probably just wants to protect you

from all the awful things he
has to deal with every day.

He doesn't need to do that, does he?

Everyone knows it's not
healthy to keep things bottled up.

No, you're right, it's stupid.

I'm sure you find it really infuriating,
but hey, that's love, isn't it?

If he truly loved you, he'd be
here to witness your final breath.

Oh, well, at least you got each other.

(Whispering)
We need a distraction.

Tamara, lights out.

Run!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Tamara, lights on!

Where's Emma?

Help!

Stay back.

All right, hear me out, yeah?

I heard you at the press conference.

A bungling assassin is
no match for Arden's finest.

That sounds worse out of context.

I've taken down
oligarchs, CEOs, politicians.

You destroyed my legacy.

Nobody knew who you were.

Exactly, I was the Phantom.

But you reduced me to...

to 10 years in a cage.

All I did was save a man's life.

Do you want me to apologise for that?

She wants you to
tell her she's brilliant,

even though all her
clever plans have failed.

Shut up.

I don't need his validation.

I'm doing this for me.

No, you've done it.

You've proven I'm no match for you.

I said stay back!

You win, Irene.

Please, let her go.

I'm not finished.

You were supposed to suffer
in the same way that I suffered.

It's not gonna work, Irene.

We've got you cornered.

I fancy my chances, Missy.

What about your daughter's chances?

Where is she?

She's in a company.

Of our most unhinged associate.

I never cared.

She missed all of my school plays.

I only ever wanted her to love me.

Oh.

Some people just aren't capable of love.

(phone ringing)

Well played.

Now we both have something
that belongs to the other.

- I don't belong to anyone.
- Emma, please.

Let's make a trade, right?

Everyone walks away alive.

Yes, Frank. It could be arranged.

I've got a better idea.

All right, Billy.

Mrs. Argo.

Be a good boy and grab her, would you?

What, no. Don't you dare touch me.

Molly would want you to help me.

What, you made me
think she was leaving me?

No, Billy, you're her soulmate.

And if you send me back to
prison, she'll never forgive you.

Don't listen to her, Billy.

And you'll never get to
meet your unborn child.

What?

I'm having a baby.

Sorry, is this man a friend of yours?

Absolutely not.

And if he has one functioning brain cell

in that thick head of
his, he'll sit the hell down.

Stop talking about me like that!

I can't grow up with a nice one, Keelan.

Great work.

Look at this.

The wheel has come full circle.

Think about what you're doing, Billy.

What's there to think about?

I'm not having my kid grow up like I did.

Enough of the chit-chat.

This is what's gonna happen.

(laughing)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I was thinking about
the Birmingham Derby in '97.

What?

Yeah.

That equalizer.

That was a farce, wasn't it, eh?

(laughing)

Yes, I know, I remember that, Carl.
That was a joke.

90th minute.

The villa keeper had the ball in his
possession, and then the striker just,

he just knocked the ball
straight out of his hand.

What is this, some kind of
psychological tactic or something?

Oi, oi, sir, you get off me!

You're all gonna regret this.

Maybe.

Molly wouldn't want me to hurt anyone.

- She's a Pessimist.
- Pacifist.

Looks like you finally met
your match there, Irene.

I love you.

I love you too.

We didn't play Birmingham in '97.

Molly!

Is it true?

Am I gonna be a daddy?

I was waiting for the
right time to tell you.

You're not mad, are you?

Molly.

You mustn't blame yourself.

You simply weren't born
with your mother's intellect.

At least I was born with a heart,

and I'm done wasting it on
selfish people who never change.

Darling, please.

Irene, next year, send me a card.

Hey, Keeler, about these two lovebirds.

Now, technically, they
didn't actually break any laws.

17, they broke 17 laws.

Very specific.

But having said that, they
were clearly manipulated

and they didn't know
what they were doing, so.

So, we're free to go?

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks for that.

Oh, all right, all right, okay, nice.

If this baby's a boy,
we're gonna call him Jim.

My name's Joe.

Go on, before he changes his mind.

You really came through for me, Frank.

I appreciate it.

Nah, well, I was just doing my job.

No.

It wasn't just me who
nearly lost someone today.

I saw it, I worried you were for Lou.

Well, you know.

Nah, I was just worried
about getting paid.

Oh, yeah.

The fee.

Can't act like I don't have it on me.

There you go.

Oh, guys, keep it.

Happy anniversary.

Oh, thanks, Lu.

Thanks for everything.

Maybe we could stay in touch.

Yeah, yeah, I'd like that.

- You're all right with that, aren't you?
- Yeah.

One more thing.

Get the hell off my crime scene.

Oh, it's very good, that.

Bye.

Bye.

Did you hear that, Seth?

Frank was worried about me.

Aww, big old softy.

Yeah, because you're in there.

All right.

In that terrifying moment when I
thought something had happened to you,

I realised I couldn't imagine
my life without you in it.

Oh.

And then she gave that big
old wad of money back to Keila.

Yeah, she did.

Come on.

And that really did it all.

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