All language subtitles for The Outlaws s03e04.enng

I was syringing the gear
into Smiler's arm,

staging an OD
like you told me to,

then all of a sudden,

that Rekowski bird shows up,

snooping around.

I knew how to deal with her,

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

Even doped up,
Smiler still fancied it.

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

Aargh!

When I come to, I stumble outside
to see the little 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.

There you go.

They didn't want to play ball
at first,

so I put the frighteners on them

and they soon changed their tune.

Normally I only use computers
for gambling or porn,

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

to find Rekowski
bunking in with some ex-boyfriend.

Smiler shows up in a shallow grave,

not a thumb to his name,

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

I slip the knife in with
Rekowski's undies,

let a PC find it.

Job done.

And now she's
Harrison bloody Ford.

What?

The Fugitive.

Like in the film.

Are you being glib?

Well, you don't get to be glib

when I'm looking at 20 years
in a 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 did find Taylor,

but he got away, didn't he?

Where was his protection officer?

This is a nightmare.

What 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 his hard drive,

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

We need to know the comings,
the goings,

regular visitors, wife's routine.

Can you two take care of that?

And we need to know what security
the house has.

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

by some high-end architect firm.

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

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

we don't know where
the hard drive is.

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

We don't even know where she lives.

Well, we've got Smiler's phone.

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

keep a record of everywhere
you've been.

How do you know that?

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

the regional manager of Greggs.

And I get the irony.

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

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

but she wasn't gaining any weight.

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

and everything.

At least I wasn't dumped on a train.

I might have to dump my boyfriend.

Why?

He proposed to me.

You don't want to marry?

I like my space.

You'll adjust.

He's boring sometimes.

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

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

after we plan the break-in?

I do have a question.

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

I'll ask him.

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

You have issues with your key
prosecution witness.

Namely, you've lost him.

Currently, Christine Taylor is
MIA, that is true.

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

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

Wasn't expecting visitors.

Surprise.

This place must be a culture
shock for you.

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

Well, I have...

..no intention of
getting used to it.

Right.

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

That's why you collect people
like me.

Collect?

I was 12 years old
when you recruited me.

12.

For the way you groomed me

you should be on a wing
with the nonces.

Watch your language.

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

Call off your attack dog...

..and I won't testify against you.

Is that all?

Also...

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

Apparently, it has dirt on you.

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

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

Hmm.

Right,

see you in court.

Guard.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Keep your word on the testimony

and my dog stays in his kennel.

And the issue of the hard drive?

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

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

How does that sound?

Like we got a deal.

Let's keep this quick.

I have to be in court soon.

Criminal damage again?
No, suing my dad.

All right.

Your ladyship, welcome.

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

Arms up.

Yeah, he's clean.

OK, do, do take a seat.

So!

What can I do for you today?

Back, back, back.

Sign this.

Oh, what is this?

You've never seen a nondisclosure
agreement before?

Suppose your Ladyship tells you
why she's here.

What's stopping you from going
to the papers?

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

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

Great big buggers they were,
size of grapefruits.

I had to wear Crocs
to a film premiere.

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

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

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

if you don't sign my tits."

And he was a big lad,
like her bunions.

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

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

a Mr Liam Matheson.

Well, I must say,
I'm rather surprised

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

given his reputation.

Have you not heard of my reputation?

SHE SNIFFS

Also...

And...

SHE GLUGS

Also....

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

Threesome off my nut on ketamine
and cognac.

Dirty but classy.

I want the same system as Liam.

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

I didn't ask you to discuss it.

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

Ask Jerry to bring
the Bentley round.

J-dog, bring the wheels.

You work on commission, right?

Yes.

Big mistake.

Big, huge.

Your Ladyship, please!

If you just give me one moment.

I'll confirm

what we installed for Mr Matheson.

That was great.

Big mistake, huge.

I love Dirty Dancing.

Pretty Woman.

Oh, thanks.

You're a looker yourself.

Oh, God.

Sorry.

Most nights Smiler's phone
ended up here,

so I bet that's his place.

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

KNOCK ON DOOR

WHISPERS: Hide.

What are you doing here?

Five words every girl loves to hear.

You promised to cook for me,
remember?

Uh...

I got a bunch of stuff.

Oh...great.

Um...

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

I was literally just about
to go out.

I can't stop thinking about you.

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

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

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

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

You know what's better than hugging?

Oh!

Home cooked food?

Why don't we unpack that shopping?

Hmm? OK.

What have we got here?

What should I...cook?

Mm, my very own Paul Hollywood.

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

You have seven minutes.

Grease those muffin trays
and ice those buns.

Ah!

Who the hell are you?!

Hi, I'm Rani.

I think we spoke on the phone.

I'm interrupting something.

I should go.

No.

Please, wait.

Please!

Sorry.

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

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

We barely know each other. No!

No, I...

I do owe you an explanation.

OK, then.

My explanation

is...

..as follows.

That I

forgot to tell you...

..it's a double date

with Rani

and her new boyfriend, Chris.

Hi, sexy.

KISSING

Lovely couple.

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

John was right, I'm hopeless.

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

for any pity parties.

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

Know what kind of lawyer you are?

You're Tinker Bell.

A pretty blonde with amazing legs?

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

Well, guess what, Tink?

I believe.

DOOR CLOSES

GAVEL BANGS

All rise, please.

We love you, Gabby!

Please state your full name.

Edmund Ptolemy Quentin Wigbert
St John Penrose-Howe,

16th Earl of Gloucestershire.

Mr Dillard?

What?

Oh, I start, do I?

M'lord... Yes?

Sorry, I actually meant m'lord.

M'lord? Yes.

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

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

Meaning him.

When Lady Gabriella's mother,
your first wife,

took her own life,

she left Gabby £4 million quid,
pounds,

sorry, in her will.

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

But I put it to you that in reality,

you used her cash to

bankroll your own lavish lifestyle

and pay off debts,

whittling her inheritance
down to 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 gundog?

He was three.

That's his 21st in dog years.

Did he really need to be sung
Happy Birthday

by Katherine Jenkins?

She's Monty's
favourite mezzo-soprano.

When Her Ladyship turned 25,

she was supposed
to receive her inheritance

but you kept the money from her.

Why?

Gabby could only inherit
the money if she could prove

she was free
of drink and drugs.

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

Did she not? Fuck.

Language, Mr Dillard. Sorry, m'lord.

That one.

The only reason
I took it upon myself

to manage her financial affairs
is because, tragically,

she lacked the mental capacity
to do so herself.

It was the anniversary
of her mother's death.

Gabby descended
into a drink and drugs hell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No. Can we not?

How does that work, then,
striking things

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

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

But because of it,
she sits here today,

as radiant and beautiful
as the day she was born,

trying for a child of her own,

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

My reputation means nothing at all,

so long as my little girl
is safe and well.

ALL: Awww!

God, he's charming.

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

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

We cannot have
such interruptions!

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

My first week,
working at the hotel,

I walk into one of the rooms

and there is a naked man
tied to the bed.

Right,
so he starts kicking off.

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

I look at him and I go,

"At what point
during the robbery

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

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

That's funny!

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

You know?

Anyone for dessert? Shall we?

Yes. Yes, please.

OK...

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

I need your advice on something.

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

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

..I want him back.

Do you really?

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

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

Er, initially it was that,

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

how great he is.

I miss him.

What do...what do I do?

You're sure
you want to be with him?

Then, be straight.

Tell him how you feel.

Let him choose.

QUIET BACKGROUND CHATTER

Effie's birthday is tonight! I know.

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

with the greatest gift for her.
For us.

The gift of time travel.

What?

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

I'm taking the bastard down, Ruth.
Finally!

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

who can make myself happy
and move forward.

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

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

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

I have to get the kids ready
for the party.

Ah... Ye...

OK, I'll see you later!

We've got company.

Who?

The elephant in the room.

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

an answer to my marriage proposal.

You said it was important
to always tell the truth.

Well, the truth is...

..I'm not right for you.

I'll be the judge of that.

You don't know me.

You think I am a good person.

Because you are.
Does a good person steal

a shit-tonne of money
from a drug lord?!

Does a good person
deal class-A drugs?

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

in a few days' time,
even though she knows

the last time she did something
that reckless,

40 years ago, a man died?!

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

OK, thank you.

HE SIGHS

I can get on the Toronto flight
this afternoon.

John and I have got to go to London.

We could give you a lift
to the airport.

Thanks.

Your Ladyship,
can you confirm for the court

whether that's your signature
on each page?

Yes, it is.

So, despite
my learned friend's claim

that your father mismanaged
your inheritance,

every receipt, invoice or expense

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

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

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

Objection, Your Honour.

Mr Dillard,
in an English court of law,

we do not shout "objection".

Do we not?

I don't know
if you earned your law degree

by watching Legally Blonde...

LAUGHTER

..but unlike the Americans,

we run our courts
on civility and decorum.

Right. Good to know.

Your Ladyship, at what age

did you take
your first alcoholic drink?

About 12 years old.

Your father found you drunk,
is that right?

Yes. Did he reprimand you
or strike you?

No.

What did he do?
He put me to bed.

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

Only because he wanted to shag
my Spanish tutor,

Isabella, who was half his age.

He had deck shoes that were older.

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

Your Ladyship, have you abused
drugs and alcohol consistently

since the age of 12?

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

to be a better person.
Yes, have you consistently

abused drugs and alcohol?
Yes or no?

Yes.

Did you destroy your father's lawn

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

Yes or no?

Yes. In recent months,

you were sentenced
to community service? Why?

I damaged my girlfriend's car.

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

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

At a fast-food drive-thru,

did you deliberately ram your car

into the vehicle
of a total stranger?

I was very upset... Yes or no?

I was very emotional because I...

Please answer the question,
yes or no?

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

Is this whole affair
not just a desperate attempt

to extort money from your father
because you cannot support yourself

financially because you are
an unreliable addict

with a violent and erratic temper?

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

ALL GASP

No more questions.

We're doomed.

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

He always is.

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

Huh?

When he was divorcing my bitch
of a stepmother, Vivian,

to stop her getting
her grubby little hands

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

so that she couldn't touch it.

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

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

There you go.

Three steps ahead!

Hmm.

Did you sign it back?

Hmm?

When your dad put the family house
into your trust,

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

That was during my ketamine
and Tia Maria phase.

Think, Gabby. It's important.

Wait.

It was Cointreau, not Tia Maria.

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

BEN: Cos I don't want another
30 hours of community service.

DOORBELL RINGS REPEATEDLY

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

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

No, gone for good.

Moving to Portugal.
Her husband was murdered,

you know. They cut off his thumbs.

Probably some kind of sex thing.

A lot of perverts round here.

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

I was quite a goer.

They used to call me
Back Door Doris.

And that's before
it was all the rage.

Right, so, when did Josie leave?

Half an hour ago.

You might just catch her
at Stansted Airport.

When Mum visited relatives
in Sri Lanka,

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

and bringing cash on a plane
looks dodgy.

So Mum bought them jewellery
instead because...

Because you can wear that
through Customs

as it looks less suspicious.

So maybe this jewellery's
their nest egg.

DORIS: You said to call

if a young Indian girl turned up.

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

but I'm only a poor old pensioner.

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

I take PayPal.

Yeah, course you do.

Thieving slag.

PHONE RINGS

Hi, Graham.

So, listen,

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

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

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

Yours'll be the deciding vote.

OK.

Is that going to be a problem?

Not going to be a problem, Graham.

See you at six.

Are you sure you want to do that?

Toss my old man on the scrapheap,

like he did to me, take his job,

then walk into my daughter's
13th birthday party

and reclaim my family?

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

I'm taking back control.

Did you read chapter eight
in my book,

about fathers and sons?

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

Well, my wife has told me

that I need to move forward
and make myself happy.

So that's what I'm doing.

OVER PA: Would Josie Campbell
please make her way

to the information hub,

where your friends are waiting
for you.

Josie Campbell
to the information hub.

Blue lives matter!

SIREN WAILS

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

YELLS: It's not here!

HE WHISTLES
Greggy bread.

In here.

Tell me, how many other clients
have you got?

Loads. One old couple who'll be dead

by the time you settle
their boundary dispute.

Mate, you lose Lady Gabby's case,

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

"Have you been to Nando's before?"

Her Ladyship's father
has instructed us

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

£500,000.

Of which you'd get one third.

You could buy
one of those robotic sex dolls.

Finally,
a woman even you can turn on!

And nowadays they've got AI,

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

Gabby's inheritance was £4 million.

Well, how many sex dolls
do you need?

It's 500 grand.

Take the money, mate.

See you in court...

..mate.

DOOR CREAKS AND CLOSES

MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY:
Young Dumb & Broke by Khalid

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

I can not give you everything...

Oh, my God.

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

Hmm.

Oh, you mean Rafe?

The interior designer?

What is Yolanda the porn star doing?

Mainly anal.

We had fun, didn't we?

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

Young dumb broke
high school kids...

Nah, stop it.

You still have these? Course I do.

I keep it with me always.

Hi. There was a message for me.

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

Yes, just over there. You see them?

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

Hey, how are you, my love?

I'm here about Smiler.

Thank you.

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

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

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

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

Look, I have a message from him.

For you and your daughter.

The brainbox
with a scholarship to Oxford!

Marshall was right -

you ARE a manipulative little bitch.

Some free advice -
I don't think killing your father,

metaphorically speaking,
is what your wife meant

by "moving forward".

Oh, you're being serious?

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

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

I think I have a very good idea.

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

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

Did she tell you why?

What possible reason could she have?

She stole drug money!

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

To stop her friends being 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.
HE CHUCKLES

Sean, have you even read
your own book?

Course I have.

Not chapter 12, clearly.

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

so get straight on that plane,
live your life,

and know that I love you
and our gorgeous girl

with all my heart.
JOSIE SOBS

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

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

Proof.

Of his whole operation.

Marshall said
it had records of shipments.

Distribution networks.

Supply chains. Money laundering.

Police payoffs. Swiss bank accounts.

Everything.
What, just sitting there?

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

Rekowski!

Stop wasting police time.

After Mia was born,

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

But the Dean don't let people
just walk away

when they know as much as Marshall,

so Marshall wanted to make sure
the Dean went down.

But the Dean got to him first.

When the Dean was arrested,

the police would've searched
his house,

and they would have found the safe.

A dummy one.

Marshall said the real one
is well hidden.

Behind a horse. Rani...

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

We have to go. Yeah, me too.

But what does that mean,
behind a horse?

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

Right, let's go! Shit,
the jewellery. No, no. No.

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

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

I let the father of her child die.

I owe her this.

I...I'll meet you outside.

DS Tony Burgess.

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

Right. Guard 'em now.

At the departures door now...

RANI PANTS
Josie!

Wait!

This is for you...

..from Marshall.

Thank you.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Hey, you! Where are you headed?

Er, Venice.

Venice? Venice sounds lovely.
Can I come?

Uh...

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

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

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

and you're up to your old tricks?

CHILD GIGGLES

CHILD GIGGLES
Sh.

CHILD: Mummy,
look at the funny lady!

Rekowski?!

Rani! Rani, come here!

Seal the doors!

ALARM BLARES

ECHOING: Seal the doors!

Hey!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

YELLS: Seal the doors!

Come on!

Agh!

Unseal the doors!

Unseal the doors!
WAILS

SEAN SIGHS
Unseal the doors!

Unseal the doors!

Don't just stare!

A word - now!

I have to find out
from the other side

that you've turned down
half a million pounds -

without asking me?!

It doesn't exist.

What doesn't exist?

A deed, proving your
dad's house was transferred

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

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

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

I was trying to gee you up.

Christ!

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

Get in there and take
the 500 grand right now.

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

If someone called me a loser,

I was just pleased
they had an opinion.

But I can win this thing, Gabby.

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

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

in my whole sorry life!

Please believe in me.

Just once.

OK.

Your Lordship, your family estate,
Brackelthorn Manor

and the surrounding lands,
are valued at what?

£25 million, if you include
the butterfly house.

Open to the public May to August.

Group discounts available.

MURMURING

Is it correct that during
divorce proceedings

from your second wife, Vivian,

you transferred the manor
into Lady Gabby's trust fund

to prevent your wife
laying claim to the property?

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

But once the divorce was finalised,

you couldn't transfer the house
back to yourself

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

so you needed Her Ladyship

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

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

..supposedly.

LAUGHTER

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

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

transferring Brackelthorn Manor
back to you?

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

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

to confer with our client?

Absolutely not.

Give.

Fine.

Er, if it pleases the court,

we wish to submit
a new exhibit into evidence.

Approved.

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

Your Lordship,
is that your signature?

It is indeed.

Your Ladyship, is that yours?

Yes, it is. Let the record note

that both the claimant
and the defendant's signatures

are present on the return deed.

CHUCKLING

We'll take the 500 grand, please.

Oh, that moment's gone, mate.

Mr Dillard, do you have

any further questions
for His Lordship?

HE SIGHS

I'm so sorry.

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

If you shoot,
join us for the grouse season.

Very kind of you,
Your Lordship, thank you.

Er, m'lord, sorry,

I do have one more question,
actually.

Mr Dillard, you are seriously
trying my patience!

Would you mind, Your Lordship?

It's the least I can do,

given that Mr Dillard has gone
to the trouble

of renting a suit for the day.

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

LAUGHTER

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

signing Brackelthorn Manor
back to you?

August 7th.

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

I don't remember the exact date.

I do.

Because the anniversary was
last month.

Lady Gabby and I lit some candles

and played Sarah McLachlan
until 2am.

How moving. Is there a point?

Is there?

Well, you said earlier that
you had Her Ladyship sectioned

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

prompted by the anniversary
of her mother's death.

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

you would have needed to convince

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

Isn't that correct? If you say so.

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

returning Brackelthorn Manor to you

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

She...uh...

She was of sound mind
when she signed this!

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

that the reason you were managing
Gabby's inheritance was

because she lacked the mental
capacity to do so herself.

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

so which is it?

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

How dare you speak to me like that?!

I'm the 16th Earl
of Gloucestershire.

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

I won't answer any more questions

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

No!

When was she ever?!

She's sick in the head,
just like her 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 am the father you needed,
you ungrateful little bitch!

No more questions, m'lord.

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

PEN SCRATCHES
MYRNA: Two metres high.

Garden walls look
about a metre thick.

Metre...thick.

There's some kind of bodyguard.

Disable bodyguard...

Oh, God, and he's armed.

Armed.
DOG BARKS

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

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

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

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

I said, "Reread chapter 12, mate."

Why?

What's in chapter 12?

Right, we've got movement.

ENGINE STARTS

Don't let that VW cut in.

Overtake, overtake!
TYRES SQUEAL

You're too close.

Keep your distance.

If you can see them,
they can see you!

Well, I have to see them

or I'll be following
a different car!

Run that red light.

Hmm? Run it!

Myrna!

We're not
in The Fast And The Furious,

we're in Harrow and Wealdstone.

What was in chapter 12?

Huh?

Sean's book.

RUSTLING

"When loved, and giving love back,

"we are vulnerable,

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

"We worry that if someone knows
the real us,

"they'll find out
we are the pieces of 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.

THE DEAN'S WIFE: OK, bye.

JUDGE: For the reasons
I have outlined,

with regards to the claim
of negligent mismanagement

of the inheritance
of Lady Gabriella Penrose-Howe,

I find in favour...

..of the defendant,

Lord Edmund Penrose-Howe.

Having dismissed those submissions,

I turn to the question
of Her Ladyship's capacity

and the ownership
of Brackelthorn Manor

and all pertaining lands,

valued in the region of £25 million.

Here, I find in favour...

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

CHEERING

SPEECH DROWNED OUT

Oh! Thank you, Tink.

BOTH LAUGH

Greg.

Spencer.

You were, er...

..Greg-cellent.

Oh.

So, how long do I have

before you turf me
out of house and home?

I'm not going to turf you out.

Why not?

Because you're my dad.

I love you.

You're a good person, Gabriella.

You get that from your mother.

CLAMOUR

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

won her court case today
against her own father.

The blue-blooded beauty gave
an impromptu press conference

outside court.

GABBY: This was never about revenge.

An eye for an eye makes
the whole world blind.

This has changed
my relationship with my father,

but for the better.

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

waiting for Daddy's approval.

No-one else can make me happy.

That's on me.

I am calling
for a vote of no confidence

in John Halloran Snr as CEO.

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

Two against two.

John...

..you're the casting vote.

I... I...

I vote against the motion.

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

You came to me!

Changed my mind, Graham.

Did your dad get to you?

No.

No, this one's on me.

DOOR OPENS

Did you forget something?

Yes.

Something I wrote in my book

that your friend reminded me of.

Chapter 12?

HE CHUCKLES
Yep.

Would you please...

..ask me that question again?

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

Myrna Okeke,

will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes, I will.

What happened to your suitcase?

I don't really know.

CHATTER

Hey, come on! All right!

Oh.

Hi, John.

CLEARS HER THROAT

Hi, Dad.

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

during the rush hour, huh?
CHUCKLES

Effie, Isla, your dad's here.

Hello, my darlings.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.
Thank you. I definitely know

what this is. I know you do!

She's not the only one celebrating,
Ruth.

I survived a coup attempt today -

mounted by my own son.

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

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

Bottled it at the last minute.

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

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

CHUCKLES

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

You're better suited
to driving a minicab.

Your only responsibility
being following the sat nav,

wiping stains off the seats.

I forgive you, Dad.

What?!

I forgive you.

You forgive me?!

For what?

I forgive you.

I haven't done anything!

I forgive you.

I'm the one who should be
forgiving you!

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

I forgive you.

Stop saying that, you...

..you useless 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.

I'd like that.

You got some nerve
asking for a meet.

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

Cos whatever
the Dean is paying you,

I got a deal worth way more.

I'm all ears.

BEN SIGHS

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

but when I saw you...

..kissing Christian...

..I kind of felt a bit...

What?

Weird.

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

I wanted to tell you
that I still...

TORI: You coming to bed, babe?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Night.

Night.

DOOR CLOSES

How come you're so willing
to sell out Rekowski

and the rest of 'em?

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

Only loyalty I got is to me.

This hard drive is worth a fortune

to any rival crew
looking to take over

the Dean's operation.

So, do we have a deal or not?

You try and double-cross me
on this one,

and you'll be finished quicker

than a virgin in a knocking shop.
Yeah?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, we're in trouble...

Sh, sh, sh-sh!

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

Get this - the defence cited
R v Galbraith

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

What does that mean?

No star witness. Corrupt cops.

The judge had to throw the case out.

Yes!

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

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

We're not ready!

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

CHUCKLES

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