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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.

Hey.

I knew how to deal with her,

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

Even doped up, Smiler still fancied it.

Urgh!

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

- Aaargh!

When I come to, I stumble outside

to see the little bitch 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.

Here you go.

They didn't want to play ball at first,

so I put the frighteners on 'em...

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?

You don't get to be glib when I'm looking at 20 years in the box.

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... I did find Taylor but he got away, didn't he?

Where was his protection officer?

Oh, this is a nightmare.

I'm in a fucking 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 this 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, the wife's routine.

- Can you two take care of that? - Mm.

And we need to know what security the house has.

I did a Google and it was renovated a few years back

by some high-end architect firm.

Okay, 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?

It's how I found 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.

Claimed she was 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 him?

- I like my space. - Yeah, well, you'll adjust.

He's boring, sometimes.

Well, so are you. What's going on? What's the real reason?

Is it okay if we talk about Myrna's sex life after we've planned 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 Christian 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.

Twelve.

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've got a hard drive stashed in your home.

Apparently, it has dirt on you.

I want to know if it has dirt on me.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hmm.

Fine, see you in court.

Guard.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Keep your word on the testimony and my dog stays in his kennel.

And the shit on 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've got a deal.

Hmm.

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. - Oh...

- Yeah, he's clean. - Okay. Do... do take a seat.

- So, what can I do for today... - Ah, bah, bah.

Sign this.

Oh, what is this?

You've never seen a nondisclosure agreement before?

Suppose her ladyship tells you why she's here?

What's stopping you going to the papers?

I assure you we maintain the highest level of discretion.

My chiropodist once said that 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 TikToker 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 kill myself if you don't sign my tits."

- And he was a big lad, like her bunions. - Mm...

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 Mathieson.

Oh, I must say I'm rather surprised

to hear you move in the same circles as Mr Mathieson.

Given his reputation.

Have you not heard of my reputation.

Also...

- Oh, yeah. And... - Yeah.

Also...

Er... Er, 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 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? - Uh, yes.

Big mistake!

Big, huge!

Er, your ladyship, please!

Er...

I... If you just give me one moment...

I'll confirm what we installed for Mr Mathieson.

- Oh! - 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.

Hide.

- What are you doing here? - Five words every girl loves to hear.

You promised to cook for me, remember?

Er... I...

I got a bunch of stuff.

Er...

Great.

Erm...

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.

Mm-hmm.

- You... you give the best hugs, you know. - Do I?

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

This... this feels good. Does it feel good?

It feels good, but you know what's better than hugging?

Er, home-cooked food?

Why don't we unpack that shopping, hmm?

Okay.

What have we got here?

What should I cook?

Mmm, 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!

Mm!

Who the hell are you?

Hi!

I'm Rani. I think we spoke on the phone?

I'm interrupting something.

I should go.

No, I...

Please!

Wait, please.

Tori.

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.

Okay then.

My explanation is...

as follows.

- That I forgot to tell you...

it's a double date.

With Rani...

and her new boyfriend, Chris.

Hey, sexy.

Lovely couple.

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

John was right, I'm hopeless.

Listen up, Dillard, I don't remember RSVP-ing for any pity parties.

What about executions? 'Cos that's what this is gonna be.

You know what kind of lawyer you are? You're a 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!

- All rise, please.

We love you, Gabby!

Please state your full name.

Edmund Ptolemy Quentin Wigbert St John Penrose-Howe,

16th Earl of Gloucestershire.

- Mr Dillard? - What?

Oh, I start, do I?

- My lord. - Yes?

Sorry, I actually meant "my lord", milord.

Yes?

No, er, that time I actually did mean "milord", my lord.

- Kindly get on with it. - Yes, milord.

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 fuck 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 gun dog?

He was three, that's his 21st in dog years.

Did he 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? Fuck!

- Language, Mr Dillard. - Sorry, milord.

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.

Ey! 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?

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.

Aww!

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.

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?"

"Police are gonna 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.

Okay.

All right. Ben, you chop, I get bowls?

- Yeah, 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... I... I don't wanna hurt Tori, but I want him back.

Do you really?

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

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

Uh, 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 sure you want to be with him?

Then be straight.

Tell him how you feel.

Let him choose.

- I let you guess that. - Mm.

You got that technique down yet?

- Effie's birthday is tonight. - I know.

I know, and listen,

I'm gonna 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 bastard down, Ruth, finally.

- 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 things

are going to be just as they were before.

I have to get the kids ready for the party.

Er... You...

Okay, 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'm a good person.

Because you are.

Does a good person steal a shit ton 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,

forty years ago, a man died!

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

Okay.

Thank you.

I can get on the Toronto flight this afternoon.

John and I have gotta go to London, 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...

...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.

And 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-through, 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're an unreliable addict with a violent and erratic temper.

You would be too if you had a bastard for a dad!

- Oh, dear!

No more questions.

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

He always is.

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

Hm?

When he was divorcing my bitch of a step-mother 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 facelifts I couldn't tell.

There you go, three steps ahead.

Mm.

- Did you sign it back? - Mm?

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.

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

'Cos I don't want another 30 hours of Community Service.

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 murdered, you know. They cut off his thumbs.

Probably some kind of sex thing. Lot of perverts round here.

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

I was quite a goer. They used to call me backdoor Doris.

And that's before it was all the rage.

Right, so when did Josie leave?

Mm, 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.

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.

Hey, 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.

You sound out the board?

As you predicted, it's split 50/50.

Yours will be the deciding vote.

Okay.

Is that gonna be a problem?

Not gonna be a problem, Graham. I'll see you at six.

You sure you want to do that?

Toss my old man on the scrap heap, like he did to me,

take his job,

then walk into my daughter's 13th birthday party and reclaim my family?

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

I'm taking back control.

Did you read Chapter 8 of 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.

Will Josie Campbell please make her way to the information hub,

where your friends are waiting.

Josie Campbell to the information hub.

Blue lives matter!

It's not here, it's not here.

It's not here, here!

- 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 will spend the rest of your working life asking people,

-"Have you been to Nando's before?" - Our ladyship's father's instructed us

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

£500,000.

Of which you 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.

Oh, my God!

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

Hmm?

Oh, you mean Rafe?

- Mm... - The interior designer.

What is Yolanda, the porn star, doing?

Mainly anal.

We had fun, didn't we?

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

Nah!

Stop it!

- You still have these? - 'Course I do.

Keep it with me always.

- Hi. - There's a message for me?

- Josie Campbell. - Oh, yes.

- You said a friend of mine was here. - Yes, just over there. Can you see them?

- Josie! Hey! How are you, my love? - Erm, he's not...

I'm here about Smiler.

Thank you.

I... I didn't do it.

Oi, bollocks! I saw you on the news.

- Listen... Listen, - Just 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.

Yeah, brain box with a scholarship to Oxford.

Marshall was right.

You are a manipulative little bitch.

Some free advice.

I don't think killing your father, metaphorically speaking,

is what your wife meant by moving forward.

Oh? Are you being serious?

Are you 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 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 killed.

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!

Sean!

Have you even read your own book?

'Course I have.

Not Chapter 12, clearly.

But if you're watching this it means I've 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.

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 pay-offs, 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 have 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... - Er, we have to go now.

Yeah, me too.

But what does that mean? Behind a horse?

I don't know. He said a horse.

- Right, let's go. - Shit, the jewellery!

- No, no! No. No, it's too late. - Oh, no, it's not. It's her nest egg.

- Rani, we have to leave... - 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. Guard 'em now. - Right, Sarge.

At the Departures door now.

Josie! Wait.

This is for you... from Marshall.

Thank you.

Passengers are reminded there is no smoking inside the terminal building.

- Somewhere in the D Zone, is that? - You're right. That's right.

Er, okay.

- Hey, you! Where are you headed? - Er, Venice.

Venice, Venice, that sounds lovely. Can I come?

Er, 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.

- Shh!

Mummy, look at the funny lady!

- Rekowski!

Rani! Rani! Come on!

Seal the doors!

Seal the doors!

Hey!

- Come on, come on! Come on! - Urgh!

Seal the doors!

Come on!

Argh!

Unseal the doors!

- It won't budge, Sergeant!

Unseal the doors!

Unseal the doors!

Don't just stand...

Words, 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 could 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.

Okay.

Your lordship, your family estate,

Bracklethorn 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.

Mmm!

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.

All right, milord, it's not that funny.

Can you present us with paperwork signed by her ladyship

transferring Bracklethorn Manor back to you?

My lord, do you need me to repeat the question?

Er, my lord, I wonder if we can 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.

Milord, I must protest.

- If this item wasn't included... - 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.

We'll take the 500 grand, please.

Oh, that moment's gone, mate.

Mr Dillard, do you have any further questions for his lordship?

I'm so sorry.

You may step down, your lordship.

Thank you, milord.

If you shoot, join us for the grouse season.

Very kind of you, your lordship. Thank you.

Er, my 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.

Erm...

What... what is the date on this document signing Bracklethorn 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 2:00am.

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 Bracklethorn Manor to you is null and void.

It's not legally binding.

She... she was of sound mind when she signed this.

I'm, 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 Lady Gabby of sound mind? - No!

When was she ever?

She's sick in the head just like her fucking 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 killed herself rather than sticking around for you, but I did stick around.

I may not be the father you wanted, but I'm the father you needed,

you ungrateful little bitch!

No more questions, milord.

All right, front gate is about two metres high.

Two metres high.

Garden walls look about a metre thick.

A metre thick.

And there's some kind of bodyguard.

Disable bodyguard.

Oh God, and he's armed.

Armed.

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

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

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

You haven't even read your own book." I said, "Re-read Chapter 12, mate."

Why?

- What's in Chapter 12? - Ah, we've got movement.

Don't let that VW cut in!

Overtake!

- Overtake!

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.

"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 shit 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.

Okay, bye.

For the reasons I have outlined,

with regard 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.

Well done.

Having dismissed those submissions,

I turn to the question of her ladyship's capacity

and the ownership of Bracklethorn Manor and all pertaining lands,

valued in the region of £25 million.

Here, I find in favour...

of the claimant,

Lady Gabriella Penrose-Howe.

Yes!

We will appeal. We will appeal.

Thank you, Tink!

I've never seen quite this injustice.

I cannot believe...

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.

- 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.

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.

And I've realised that I can't just be a child anymore

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 Senior as CEO.

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

Two against two.

John?

You're the casting vote.

I vote against the motion.

I... I'm sorry? What?

You wanted this.

You came to me.

I changed my mind, Graham.

Did your dad get to you?

No.

No, this one's on me.

Did you forget something?

Yes.

Something I wrote in my book

that your friend reminded me of.

Chapter 12?

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.

- Here, come on! - All right.

Oh. Hey, John.

Hi, Dad.

Are you sure you should be here?

Surge pricing not kick in during the rush hour, huh?

Effie, Aila, your dad's here.

Hello, my darlings. Hi!

- Happy birthday, sweetheart. - Thank you.

- I definitely know what this is. - Yeah, you do.

She's not the only one celebrating, Ruth.

I survived a coup attempt today.

Mounted by my own son.

- You think I wouldn't find out, huh? - Is that true?

Oh, don't worry, he 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."

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 satnav,

wiping stains off the seats.

I forgive you, Dad.

What?

I forgive you.

You forgive me? For what?

- I forgive you. - But I haven't done anything!

- I forgive you. - I'm the one who should be forgiving you!

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

- I forgive you. - Oh, stop saying that, you...

you useless bastard!

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.

Oh, I'd like that.

You've 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.

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

but when I saw you...

kissing Christian...

I kinda felt a bit...

What?

...weird.

Er...

Er, Ben, I...

I wanted to tell you that I still...

You coming to bed, babe?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Night.

Night.

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?

- Oh, we're in trouble! - Shh! Shh!

Shh-shh-shh!

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

Get this. The defence cited R vs Galbraith

and made a submission that there 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. - No, we're not ready.

Then The Dean gets out tomorrow and we're all dead!