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- God made a
garden for man and woman,

and he told them, "Do not eat
of the fruit from that tree."

A serpent visited the woman

and offered her an apple from the tree.

He told her the apple
would give her knowledge.

He was very persuasive,

and mankind has been paying
the price ever since,

all because we were tempted
by something we didn't need.

The serpent was the first grifter.

- Yo, yo, yo, Terry, what's going on?

It's Chaz again.

Here, what, yeah?

Here, what.

I need those flaming boxes
delivered this afternoon, Drey.

You can do that for me, just
put them all in the van, yeah?

Yeah, that'll be great, that'll be great.

Yeah, Terry, gotta put you on hold,

it's my mum on the other
line. Probably her hip again.

One sec.

Mr. Hyotona, konnichi wa.

Yes, the artifact is with me now.

Of course you can see it,
but time is of the essence.

I'm expecting a consignment
of Italian lithographs,

all arriving this afternoon

in identical boxes, unmarked of course.

- Mr. Emmerick's phone.

Ah, Mr. Jensen, I'll
put you right through.

- Yes, yes, Mr. Hyotona, I'll
have to place you on hold.

It's my Madrid dealer.

Mr. Jensen, I'm afraid there's
another interested party.

Well, an original, illuminated
sixth century transcript

of the Pentateuchal Books of the Bible

is bound to generate a lot of buzz.

You've seen the Photostats?

Well, some of these pictures

put even the "Book of Kells" to shame,

and we, what's that?

You haven't seen them?

My associate, Professor
Jackson, isn't with you?

- Ash, where is Professor sodding Jackson?

- Albert hasn't shown.

I can't raise him.

- I'm sure there's a very good
reason why he's not with you.

- Albert's not turned up.

- One moment please, Mr. Jensen,
my PA has just walked in.

What do you mean he's not turned up?

- He ain't there, okay?

He's a no-show, Mickey.

The street is an Albert-free zone.

- For the poor?

Are you troubled, my son?

- I think I saw the future today.

- God sometimes gives us glimpses

of the path we are traveling.

- I always thought I knew
just where I was headed.

Truth is, Sister, now I'm not so sure.

- Do not despair.

There is always hope.

- I don't mean to split hairs, Sister,

but I don't believe in hope exactly.

I prefer to call it chance.

And a chance has to be grabbed.

What's your problem, my son?

- I'm not a churchgoer, Father.

The wife's a big fan, though.

She told me to light a candle

to Saint Marie of the Incarnation.

I'll bend the knee to any statue you like,

but you have got to help me.

- Albie.

We were worried.
- What are you, my nurse?

I'm fine.

Look, now there's bad news
and there's good news.

- Yeah, when you didn't show,
the Marks lost their bottle.

- So you've had the bad, then.

- Where the hell were you?

- We were worried.

- Albie, if you want to go off piece,

at least let the rest of us know.

- This one has always been a no-no.

I've had a bad feeling from the off.

- Okay, okay, so what's the good news?

- Ah, Johnny Keyes.

- Keyes, oh, yeah, ooh, I know him, ooh.

Proper hard man.

Proper East End, he is.

- I thought he was a chef.
- "The Kitchen King."

- Yeah, my missus had that book.

- So you saw a fancy chef in a church.

Whoopee-diddley-doo!

- No, I saw a powerful, arrogant thug

with cash in his pockets
and desperation in his eyes.

- What's he got to be desperate about?

He grew up on the streets, robbing houses,

talking with his fists.

- Yeah, not to mention turning
over a couple of banks.

- And he did time for that, a lot of time.

Evil personified.

- Inside, I was just like
the rest of them, a nobody.

I did kitchen detail just
to pass the time at first.

But then it got into my blood,
and I was devouring books,

hungry to learn, cooking for the big men.

- So he gets out of prison
and buys a restaurant

with a bag of gold bullion.

- And now of course, he runs K's.

- K's?

Who do you have to kill to get
a table in there these days?

- He said it's in case I get a puncture.

- So why is he desperate?

- What most people have forgotten

is the story of James, his son.

In 1974, his one-year-old
son was kidnapped,

never to be heard or seen again.

- I had a lot of enemies in those days,

suppose I'll never know
which bastard took him.

I couldn't pay what they wanted.

I didn't have the ransom, all right?

I've got to find him before it's too late.

- Keyes is sick, a bum ticker.

He wants to find his heir

before they stick him in the ground.

James would be 32 now.

- So you're talking
birthrights, inheritance.

That's your angle, yeah?

- Sorry, but stinging some
guy who's still grieving

over his long lost son?

- Don't shed one tear for him, my dear.

The guy's a nasty piece of work.

- I got a feeling in my
bones that he's close.

I got money for him,

plenty to help him make something
of himself the way I did.

If I could give him the money,

at least then I'd feel I'd
done something for him.

- Now what?

- I think we should reunite
him with his long lost son.

- Albert, what the hell were
you doing in a church today?

- Gil Stewart died this afternoon.

I was there at the end.

- Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Albert.

You two were like brothers.

- We worked Vegas together.

That man was made for bright lights.

Poor bastard.

Died of a stroke in a dental surgery.

- Well, someone should sue them.

- He was pretending to be the dentist.

Before he died, he gave
me this, his wedding ring.

All those years of hard grift

and he dies holding a
bottle of plaque remover.

When I die, Mickey,

I want my pockets to be filled with cash.

Let's take Keyes's money, Michael.

- Stacie, find out as much

as possible about Keyes's past.

The details will help convince
him that Danny is his son.

- These older articles talk
about a vicious armed robber

into everything from extortion
to protection rackets.

But once Keyes gets out of
jail, he reinvents himself.

Suddenly he's about as
dangerous as Delia Smith.

- Well, I reckon she's got a dark side.

Salmon nibble?

- One theory is that he swindled

some of his old compadres out of money.

The kidnap was revenge.

- Okay, so how do we usually get a mark?

- We appeal to their greed.

- Yeah, well, this bloke's not
looking to make money, is he?

He's looking to give it away.

- So we spin him a sob story.

- Will that be enough?

You see, giving Danny the
money has to be his idea.

- What you got in there?
- Got luncheon meat.

Obviously.

- That's on the turn.

- Yeah, that's how I like it.

Who's Albert with?

- His new best friends.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

A bunch of cab drivers
he met this morning.

- Three Jacks.

Happens to the best of them.

- Yeah, it does.

Four kings.

You lose, old-timer.

Go again?

- Soon, I hope.

- So, he's had a few, then?

- Yeah, he's been here a while.

- A rose in a bed of thorns.

- We keep away from blokes on a hot streak

unless we got another deck up our sleeve.

Albert?

Look, mate, gambling's not
going to bring Gil back.

Have you called Keyes yet?

- No, I don't wish to make a reservation.

I wish to speak to Mr. Keyes.

Yeah, Father O'Brien.

- Of course there's nothing
like a wine tasting.

I've just come back from
a chateau in Burgundy.

Top stuff.

Mm, no.

Of course, it's all bloody show.

Still, I'm a sucker for the grape.

Who'd you say you were again?

- Chris.

I run Family Ties.

We help reunite estranged families.

I don't know anything about wine.

- Only about 200 people
in this country do.

Sammy here accounts for
about three of them.

So the priest sent you, then, eh?

- He called us about three years ago,

trying to locate his real family.

Look, I'm talking about James, your son.

I know this is difficult, but
please believe me when I say...

- There's no way.

The priest makes one call and
finds my son just like that?

- All right.

Call us when you're ready.

- What is that?

- Don't look in the cupboard.

- Oh, is it gonna jump out?

Jesus!
- I warned you.

What do you think the
air freshener's are for?

- Oh.
- Albie?

Ta-da.

- Nobody's going to the funeral.

- But Gil would have loved this.

- He's being buried under
the name of Benedict Doonan.

Died a dentist, buried a dentist.

- So he doesn't get his
own name on his headstone?

Bummer.

- What does it matter?

Who's gonna be there to cry for him?

- Hello, Chris speaking.

Yeah, yeah, no.

That's no trouble at all.

We can get that arranged, yeah.

Okay, cheers.

That was Keyes's lawyer.

They want a blood test.

- Organ courier.

Theater, which floor?

- Your contact is?

Oh, contact sheet's back in my panniers.

- I wasn't told of a transplant.

- Yeah, well sorry, love,
but seeing as you're not

doing the operation, maybe they
didn't make you a priority.

Which floor?

- I'm afraid I can't
let you through until...

- Right, okay, all right, all right.

There's a fella upstairs
the same color as a canary

and he's waiting for one of these.

On a slab, on a drip, cut open

with a little machine doing
the job of his liver for him.

Do you want to ask him if
he minds hanging on a bit

while I go and get me clipboard, eh?

Thank you.

- Ah, staff, excellent.

I'll need someone available
to take a blood sample

for me in about half an hour.

Get me three chairs and an
internal phone and coffee.

Three sugars if you can.

The doctor is in.

- Dr. Reef, yes, he phoned to let us know.

First floor and follow the signs.

- Cheers.

- This is all rather unorthodox.

Protocol is to send these
results in the post,

but since you insist on knowing now.

- Let's have it.

- We compared the DNA from your sample

to that of James Haworth.

The relative chance of
paternity is 99.99%.

- So James...

- It is as beyond doubt as it can be.

He is your son, Mr. Keyes.

- I want a second opinion.

- I'm sorry?

- I want it reconfirmed now.

- Well, you can see the results.

- It's the way I do things.

You get another doctor in, now.

- Well, I'm not sure I can just pull

a colleague off the corridor.

- If it'll put Mr. Keyes's
mind at rest, Doctor.

- Very well.

- Do you want a cup of something?

- He's been ages.

He's made a cock-up.

I knew this wasn't right.

- Yeah, I think I agree.

- What, we're going?

- Well, it's not doing you any good,

pacing up and down here.

Besides, they can always send

the second opinion in the post.

- Do you really think we should go?

- It's your call.

You're in the driving seat.

I'm here to unite people,
not alienate them.

- Five more minutes.

- Okay.

- This is Dr. Mansfield.

Dr. Mansfield, I will show
you these two DNA results.

Your assessment, please.

- 99.99% matched, Doctor.
- They're related?

- Yes.
- I need a drink.

- You did very well.
- So am I a doctor now?

- Oh, definitely.
- Do I get to do operations?

I'd like to operate on a
heart, or an eye, or a lung.

- Oh, steady, steady.

These pre-meds can really
give you the wobbles.

- Or a brain.

- Yeah, let's get you back to bed.

- God, the things I do for you guys.

- Ah, you look cute.
- Yeah, you look fantastic.

Juliette Keyes, she's
on to her third husband.

She'll want to know what
you're after financially.

- Yeah, but mate, the blood
test confirms it, doesn't it?

I'm his son.

- But still, I'll be
there to stage manage.

Okay, you look great.

Let's go eat.
- Just looking.

- Thank you.

It's okay, come on.

Right.

Ah.

This is James.

- Jim, Jimmy.

Everyone calls me Jimmy.

- Jimmy.

And this is Jimmy's missus-to-be, Paula.

- Ah, this is an amazing place.

Isn't it amazing, Jimmy?

- Yeah, it's amazing.

- I'm Juliette.

Handsome devil isn't he, Johnny?

- So you found us all right, then?

- Yeah.

Well, it took a few years.

- The important thing
at this very early stage

is not to worry about any
doubts, or fears, or anything.

Just be patient.

- It's an amazing place, it is.

- You got to keep ahead
in the restaurant game.

Customers will eat the food,

but when it comes to other
chefs, it's dog eat dog.

- Keep the menus brief, that's the trick.

People want to be told what to eat.

So what are you cooking, Jimmy?

- Well, I'm just at burger chef right now.

But I mean, I've done stints

in some fancy places, ain't I?

- Yeah.
- Lamb and apple tatties.

That's one of mine,
with a spicy fig sauce.

Saffron, roasters.

- You don't want to get too fancy.

Simple food tells its own story,

providing it's sauced right.

Here, try that.

Don't dawdle.

Know your mind, Jimmy.

Are you taking the piss out
of me with this chowder?

On second thought,

have you put the piss in the chowder?

So you're mad about your food, Jimmy.

But have you got what it takes?

- No, I am dreadfully sorry, sir.

Yeah, but I...

- Sir, shouting at the maitre
d' doesn't alter the fact

that there is a four-week
waiting list for Sunday lunch.

Goodbye.

Oh, some people.

- Wow, four weeks?

- Eight weeks for a Saturday night.

Of course, we always
keep a couple of tables

on stand-by for those last minute celebs.

What you doing out here on your lonesome?

- Oh, well, two's company,

and a social worker's a crowd.

- We're not being wound up, are we, Chris?

He isn't a gold-digger, is he?

Because we've had
someone try it on before.

- No, no, Jimmy's for real.

- Well, he'd better be.

Or knowing Johnny, God help him.

- So you want to open a gastropub?

- Well, that's the plan.

I mean, that's a long way off.

So did Mum suffer much before she died?

- Your mum?

No, it was quick.

The cancer was all through her.

We were separated by then.

The family didn't let
me go to the hospital,

just the funeral.

Bastards.

I wasn't angry, I didn't cry.

When you come from
nowhere, you learn pride.

No weakness, yeah?

Look, tomorrow night, in
here, a family party, eh?

Come on, yes or no?

What's the matter?

- Yeah, all right, then.

Yeah, tomorrow.

I tell you now, if he could,

he'd hand me the whole
business on a plate today.

- I don't think so.

- What are you talking about?

- There's a connection,
but there's no bond.

You need to bond, Danny.

- What?

- Why don't you give him a kiss?

- Oh, yes.

Eddie's aunt's attic.

Hasn't been cleaned since
Everton won the FA Cup.

Killer cobwebs.

Sticky with those little bits of grit.

- It's very nice, yeah.

We need to beef Danny up.

Book a table at K's for tomorrow night.

- Eight-week waiting list.

- Problem?

- No.

- Hey, guys, guys, guys?

You wouldn't be interested
in having your picture

snapped with Justin Timberlake, would you?

Yeah?
- Yeah!

- Yeah, I got the nod he's eating at K's,

and the pics always look better

with a little bit of a crowd.

You know?

Yeah, go, off you go.

- Justin Timberlake!
- Go on, quickly.

We love Justin!

Yeah, off you go, come on.

Just around the corner.

Go quickly.

Justin!

- Will you please leave right now?

I don't want to have,

listen to me, I don't want
to call the police. Now go.

- Excuse me, when I booked a table,

I asked for discretion to the max.

Why do you think Mr. Timberlake

is choosing to dine out of the West End?

- I don't understand.

- Oh, Justin Timberlake, you moron.

- He's not in the book.

I can check with Ms. Keyes.

- No, Justin doesn't do books.

He comes in under the wire.

- Not under my wire, sir.

- Well, I'll tell you what we'll do, then.

Don't get the table ready.

Instead, we'll wait in the foyer here

with the adoring horde
so you can explain it all

to Justin and his people when he arrives.

Just doesn't look good for
a place like this, does it?

- Well, I can assure you, sir,

this publicity leak had
nothing to do with us.

- See where the hard-core ones
pick it up off the fan sites?

What can you do?

I'll take the table and
tell Justin's driver

to delay for an hour.

Justin's a regular guy.

He'll understand.

Nothing by a window, no
place settings facing west.

Lead on.

- Who is he and why has he got
a table for four on his own?

All right, look after him.

But tell the kitchens

to check his face against the wanted list.

- What's a wanted list?

- We have photos in the
kitchen so the staff can spot

the restaurant critics and
the Michelin inspectors.

- Oh.

- It helps the monkeys
know who the hunters are.

- Oi, sparkling water
with a twist of lime.

And can you get this butter softened?

It's like a slab of ice.

- So where you gonna get the
money for this gastropub?

- Well, once the banks
know they can trust us...

- Banks?

Crooks with pens in their pockets.

Trust me, I know.

- Well, how else are we
gonna get the capital?

- You can't let them run you.

- Waiter?

You, here, now.

This lamb tastes like boiled dog.

Get rid of it.

- Johnny Keyes.

There's a problem?

- My God, were you born
with such perception

or did you learn it from
some ancient Chinese master?

- If you're dissatisfied...

- I'm a major player
in the entertainment world...

- Excuse me.
- And I know a lot of critics.

- One word from me and this...
- Where is he going?

- And this place will be...
- Oh, no, Jimmy.

Don't.
- On the receiving end

of a review containing three

of my favorite words,
nauseating, heinous, and putrid.

- If you don't shut up, all right,

it's not the food that you're
gonna be complaining about.

- Oh, call off the whelp

unless you want this dump black-listed

by the likes of Beyonce.

- Johnny Keyes built this
place up from nothing.

People like you only have a talent

for pissing on other people's hard work.

Well, go on, mate.

Go and get your friend,
go and write your review.

All right?

And then wait to see the letter
that lands on your doorstep

which will have my three favorite words,

libelous, unsubstantiated, and court-case.

- Court case is two words.

- Yeah, well I used a bloody hyphen!

- I don't know who you are, but
you just made a big mistake.

- No, he didn't.

Now make like one.

And I'll tell you who he is, he's my son,

my long lost son.

Champagne for everyone!

My son is home.

Yes!

- Don't tell me you lost
your nerve after yesterday.

Monkey to see me, old-timer.

- You have cleaned me out.

Here.

It's real silver.

- He wants us to stay the night.

- So?

And where am I gonna sleep?

- Who do you think you are, Sister Wendy?

You're gonna be sleeping with me, sweetie.

- Fine, so long as you
remember there's a no-fly zone.

- Hey.

Laugh at his jokes, drink his drinks.

Just to keep being a chip
off the old block for Keyes.

Okay?
- Oh, come on, Chris, mate.

- What's going on?
- Well, he's saying

he thinks that we should go.

- I just think it's too much, too soon.

- How can it be too much?

I've missed out on the last 32 years.

Stay.

- First one to get the
picture card gets the bed.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Oh.

St. Balthazar, patron
saint of card players.

I should've lit a candle to him

before I took on that cabbie again.

- The bloke's on hot streak.

I told you, stay away or load the deck.

- Yeah.

Tell me, is Danny making a good son?

- Yeah, perfect son.

- Did you ever wish
that you had kids, Ash?

- Well, it's the life we
signed up for, isn't it?

What about you?

- Oh.

The way Mickey talks to Danny reminds me

of the way I used to talk to Mickey.

- Yeah, I know.

- There's a horrible point
in your life when you realize

that you've got nothing
to teach the younger ones

except through your mistakes.

But when I die...
- Oh, no, no, mo, don't start.

Help me.
- No, when I die,

I'm gonna die rich.

And I don't want any eulogies or tears.

I just want people to say,
there lies Albert Stroller.

He couldn't take it with him.

But by thunder, at least he has it all on.

On him.

- You can cheat anyone out of anything.

Here, I think you'll cheat
Death and live forever.

- Don't be flippant.

I'll still be chasing the
cons when I fall off my perch.

- You're gambling too much.

Don't do it to yourself, mate.

- Shut up and leave me alone.

= Well, look, Gil was your
friend and you miss him, I know...

- I said leave me alone!

- Sh, sh!

It's probably Keyes
thinking about us doing it.

- Well, we shouldn't
disappoint him then, should we?

I mean, I am supposed to be
a chip off the old block.

- Danny?
- Yeah.

No, thinking it's a very good point.

Oh, Paula, do you think we should?

Oh, Okay, then, you're
insatiable, ain't you?

Okay, all right, oh.

- Oh!
- Oh.

Oh, I love it when you make those noises.

- Oh yeah, oh, baby.
- Ooh yeah.

Oh, oh, yeah.

All right, ah, yeah.

♪ Makes me feel so good ♪

- 'Night, then.

- Goodnight.

- I want to give you two some money.

- Mr. Bombastic has done it again.

- Danny, Danny, Danny.

Look, if I could speak to you
right now across this table,

what would I advise you to do?

- Give it a break.

Can we stop playing Jedi
master for two minutes?

Okay, it's working just dandy-andy-pandy.

He's offering.

I should accept.

- Mm-hmm, and what about her?

- You never wanted his charity, Danny.

- No, because you have your pride.

You want to make it on your own.

And that's why you're going
to turn his offer down,

just like we agreed, Danny.

- All right, then.

Now, why don't you ask me
what you're gagging to ask me?

- Oh, no, I don't have to.

I know you two were faking last night.

- What?
- What?

- It is a common mistake,

but no one has that good a time of it.

- I made a judgment call, and I lost you.

It haunts me, Jimmy.

I can't make up for the last 32 years,

but I can help you now.

I want to invest in your future.

- Darling, don't you think we
should talk about this later?

- Well, I want to make it on my own.

- Yeah, Jimmy's right.

We want to carve a life
on our own terms, our way.

- Well, what about this, then?

I come over to your place and you cook me

your piece de resistance.

- Cook for you?

- And if your food's good
enough, then I'll invest.

- You'll come won't you, sweetheart?

- I've got a pedicure.

- And I'll be tough on you

'cause I know that's what you want.

Look at that face.

He loves the idea.

Tomorrow at 5:00, your place.

- My place.

- There's a lot of light,

but I expect you guys provide your own.

What's it called again?

- Zombie Towers.

Block of flats.

That's the gateway to Hell.

Now I don't think there's enough room

to run a dolly in here.

Hell, I may just have to ride
that bad boy on the crane.

Come up here through the window.

Boom.

- Now Mr. Eaves, we're
wrestling a very tight budget.

- Well, one month's lease

is still going to cost you two grand.

- Let me crunch you some figures.

The net cost of the picture is 2.2 mil.

U.S. Studio will pick up North
American rights for 3 mil.

A consortium will handle
domestic and European

and a third party's gonna
take care of DVD and cable.

So we're looking to clear
about 5 mil before box office.

So you would think that
we have money to burn.

But, alas, no.

- It's still two grand.

Take it or leave it.

- How would you like to be in one?

- I thought you were kidding

when you mentioned it earlier.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

You be here, 11:00 a.m. on the 14th,

and you are in the movie, Mr. Eaves.

Oh yeah, we'll give you
tickets to the premiere,

and all your pals can
come along and see you

up on the big screen.

In return, you waive the rent
until the movie is in profit.

It's called a satisfactory deferment.

- As zombie roles go, it's great.

You get to eat Amanda Donohoe.

- Thank you.

- Cheese.

- All right, which sauce do I use?

- All of them.

- You don't think that's too much?

- No, trust me.

It'll do the job perfectly.

Infuse the pheasant.

Remember to infuse the pheasant.

Ash, we're getting tight for time.

How's it coming along?

- It'd be a lot quicker if
you didn't keep phoning me.

All right?

- This is going to be close.

- You going to the Wilson's party and all?

- No, I'm visiting my son, Jimmy.

- Jimmy and Paula, top floor?

So you'd better get climbing, huh?

- Third floor?

- What, Jimmy Haworth, yeah?

Yeah, are those your directions?

Oh yeah, yeah, no, it's not 301, it's 901.

That's their old address.

- Don't I know you?

Your voice is familiar.

- Well, I get that a lot.

Yeah, people say I sound
like Michael Caine.

- Do they?
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, I'm not waiting
for this death trap.

I am taking the bloody stairs.

You used to live in 901
and then you moved to 301.

- Numb-nut sent me to the top floor.

- Oh, he's got it the wrong way round.

We used to live on the ninth,

but there was plumbing problems.

- How are you, Mr. Keyes?

- Oh, hello.

Still feel you can't leave us on our own?

- Well, I got no life of me own, mate.

- This is our way of saying
thank you to Chris as well.

- Oh, you shouldn't have done all this.

- Oh, we wanted it to be perfect.

- Hi.

I hope you brought an appetite.

- Where was this taken?

That was Eastbourne, weren't it, love?

Just after we got engaged.

- You alright, Johnny?

You're looking a little bit peaky.

- Nothing a good supper won't cure.

What are we eating?

- Okay, now you've got to
bear in mind that I am working

in the confines of a very
small domestic kitchen.

- Don't give me that.

- Oh, come on, Johnny,

you know better than to go poking round

another chef's kitchen.

Here, you sit down.

I'll get you a nice drink.

You need to get yourself a girlfriend.

- Yeah!

Ah, ah, ah!

- Ah, that's in
case he gets a puncture.

- All right.

I'll work for some.

- What's that smell?

- Oh, it's, well, roasting some garlic.

- Roasting or obliterating?

- Ta-da!

- Well done, babes.

- Yeah.

Oh, right.

- Wow.
- All right.

- Bon appetit.

Took me inspiration here
from the Catalonian gypsy way

of cooking the dish.

That's what I like to
call Peasant Pheasant.

Try the sauce.

What do you think's in it?

- Too much.

- All right, anyone care for a brandy?

- No, I'm fine.
- Well, I'd love one.

- Why not?

- I don't suppose you could
reach up to the top shelf,

could you, Johnny?

- This bottle's empty.

- Oh, well, I'll just nip over
to the offy then, shall I?

Won't take me five minutes.

- Lovely, sweetheart.

Would you go with her, Chris?

- Yeah, yes, yeah.

Is anything wrong?

- We'll clear the table for you.

There's a lot of me in you.

You got the dreams,
and you got the patter,

and you got the pride.

And you got the bullshit.

I should know.

I wanted to say this to you in private.

And I'll do you the honor
of speaking plainly.

You ain't got it, son.

You're passionate about your food

and you can rustle up a
meal, but you ain't got it.

- If I had a proper kitchen,
if I had the right gear.

- A good chef can whip up a gourmet meal

on a hot car bonnet.

You're slapdash about your ingredients.

You throw too many flavors at it.

Too many ingredients and not enough skill.

Now, I could throw a load
of cash at you anyway,

but you wouldn't accept it

because you got principles and pride.

And I respect that more
than you'll ever know.

- Look, Johnny, we can...

- Come with me.

- Hang on, let's just give
them a few more minutes.

- Where did you get this Madeira?

Where did you get it, Jimmy?

- The day I tracked them down,

those people that I
thought were my parents,

they wouldn't even let me in the house.

That's when I found out
that they'd dumped me.

They paid the kidnappers
good money for me,

only to realize that I was
your boy, and that was it.

They didn't want me anymore.

I was so angry,

so I just trashed the place.

- Why did you take the bottle?

- Because of the lion.

Lions were my first memory.

Guess that's where I
get all my pride from.

- Samuel?

- It's a molded bottle,
early 20th century.

You can see the seam.

Here on the back, B-1936-HMS.

It's a 1936 Boal vintage
produced by H.M. Sortiz.

Ah, no revenue stamp.

- I don't get it.

- The stopper cork has no wax cover,

but that's not surprising.

The cork itself has been infested.

Maggots got right into it.

The wine itself is lying low shoulder.

It's undrinkable, but then

you'd never dream of opening this Madeira.

- Why not?

- This particular vintage was transferred

to the Spanish mainland and bottled there,

probably given the name of
the ship that brought it.

Leon, The Lion.

But it's the etching
here in the glass itself.

Now that's amazing.

- FF.

So?

- What you are holding is a Madeira

that was presented to
General Francisco Franco.

- On the day he was
made commander-in-chief

of the Spanish Army in October, 1936.

FF.

- Though scum you thought
were your parents bought,

this as an investment.

Now, it's your investment.

This bloke's not looking
to make money, is he?

He's looking to give it away.

So we spin him a sob story.

- But will that be enough?

Because giving Danny the
money has to be his idea.

I mean, that should convince
him more than any blood test.

- So the son persuades him
to invest in a restaurant?

- Ah, oh, that will mean
that I got to learn to cook,

which does sound far
too much like hard work.

We need him to pay up in cash.

So, is it worth a few quid?

- Oh, yeah.

- Yes.

- I ain't felt this ruddy good in years.

You and Paula deserve a start in life,

and you deserve something from, well,

something from me to make up
for not being there for you.

You don't want handouts, fine.

I'll buy this bottle of wine off you.

Call it 120?

- 120 quid?

- 120 grand.

It ain't charity, son.

It's what it's worth.

I might even make a slim
profit at auction one day.

- Yeah?

- It's not too late for me
to be a dad to you, is it?

You and me, boy, you and me.

We're kings.

Kings of the ruddy jungle.

- Yeah.

- Come on!
- Come on!

- Come on!
- Come on!

- Johnny?

Johnny, Johnny, what's wrong?

- It has to fool a trained eye.

Find a way of rotting the cork.

Get maggots into it.

Rancid meat should do it.

Age the bottle.

An expert will know if
it doesn't feel right.

Every detail has to be perfect.

♪ Oh, hey ♪

- Get it.
- No, leave it.

- Save it.
- No, leave it, leave it.

- Save it.
- Leave it.

- Oh, son.

All right, listen.

- I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.
- You're not gonna die.

You're not going to die.

I'm just gonna call an ambulance.

- Oh, don't, I have been,

so many lies, I've told so many lies.

- Look, you did what you
had to do, didn't you?

- You don't understand.

I had the money.
- What?

- I had the ransom to pay the
kidnappers, but I kept it.

I called their bluff.

That was my money to get started,

'cause I wanted the business.

Forgive me, son.

I'm a liar and a cheat.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.
- I forgive you, Dad.

- Oh.

It was a work of art, Ash.

- You all right, Danny?

- I know he was a bully and a liar,

but I lied to him, too, didn't I?

The last thing he heard
before he died was a lie.

- We don't just lie to people, Danny.

We tell them what they want to hear.

And for a moment, they're truly happy.

- So, can we see it, please?

- Absolutely.

- He rescued it with his
last ounce of strength.

He was a strong man.

- Weak in other ways.

120 grand.

I'm doing this because
it's what Johnny wanted.

- Well, thanks for everything you've done.

- Now, this is what I want.

I want you to leave.

Live your happy little lives
and don't bother me again.

I've got a business to sell off.

- So why did you bother making a back-up?

- As a back-up.

- I'm sorry, Mickey.

I know I haven't been easy.

- You lost a friend, Albert.

It's okay to grieve,
but don't shut us out.

- Now Keyes died well, didn't he,

thinking that his son had forgiven him?

Maybe old Gil died well,
too, doing what he loved.

I don't know, maybe I worry too much.

There is no destination in life.

The journey is everything.

What, what?

- It's just, the things you
come out with sometimes, Albert.

- Well.
- You're still an inspiration.

You know that?
- Oh, like a father figure?

- I was thinking more
grandfather figure, really.

Okay, okay, okay.

What about guru?

- Now guru, I like that.

- And there's nothing to be scared of.

We're all in this together.

To the end.

- You okay, mate?

I didn't see you.

- Yeah, just need a hand.

- For the poor?

- Yes, of course, of course.

- My son, you cannot buy your way

into the Kingdom of Heaven.

- Just playing the
percentages, sweetheart.