♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ NARRATOR: Scorpio is metaphysics, putrefaction, and death.

Scorpio is regeneration, passion, lust, and violence.

Scorpions are magicians, alchemists, bondsmen, and undertakers.

The gem for Scorpio is the snake stone.

The plant, the cactus.

Eagles and wolves and scorpions are its creatures.

Touch the iron.

Go on.

Touch it.

♪ ♪ Burn yourself.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ NARRATOR: Its body part is the genitals, its weapon, the obligatory pain.

And its card in the tarot is Death.

Better than some poky little room in the back, eh?

Oh, yes.

Absolutely.

Oh, don't forget, your mother's cooking casserole this evening.

Right.

Of course.

Mr. Sage is here, Martin.

Thank you, Caroline.

Mr. Sage, he's, um, very nice looking.

Is he?

Yes, I suppose he is.

Oh.

Sorry.

Hello, Tim.

Martin.

Thank you.

And how's life been treating you, love?

Me?

Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

- I've told you.

- It's my last offer.

Yes?

- Over my dead body.

But it's 5,000 pounds.

I am not going to leave.

Malaka!

The demand for nearly 2,000 pounds worth of tax, now, that can't be right, can it?

Who on earth has been doing your accounts, Tim?

They're a complete mess.

I have.

Well, I hope to god it's not right.

It would be nice to get something back from this lousy system.

What about my library subscription?

I'll have to check.

Look, I'll do what I can, OK?

I promise.

The Frasers in flat three have agreed to move.

Mrs. Ioannidis is going back home to Cyprus.

But not her, not that one.

She refuses to go.

The way she walks, she thinks she owns the place and not me.

So I think to myself, what am I going to do?

I'm at my wit's end, Finn.

I say to her, Madame, I give you 25,000 pounds to quit my house.

On my knees, I say, please, I need to sell the place.

You know what she says?

You take the flat over my dead body, she says.

♪ ♪ Well, well.

So I think to myself, I make no more offer to you, Madame.

I give you no 25,000 pounds.

I give it to someone who appreciate it.

She's such a busy woman.

Doesn't get home till 5:00, 5:30 most days.

Yeah.

And she always take a bath when she get home, same time every day.

Wrap half the money up in newspaper in a parcel.

Send it around.

So I'll keep hold of this lot for you, all right?

And I'll reassess your income, OK?

My income, as you call it, is the lowest my newspaper can get away with paying me.

So I need some luck.

Other people get it.

I haven't got a penny capital.

And you know what that means, don't you?

It means I'm going to sink if you don't help me.

You don't change, do you?

As far as you're concerned, I could be talking about the sodding weather.

You know, I've always meant to invite you over to my place for a drink, meet the ménage, catch up on old times.

Do you remember them?

Those wonderful, lazy college days when the only people we owed money to were our lovers and our parents.

They weren't that wonderful, Tim.

That depends on what you were looking for.

I, uh, don't think I'll be able to make that drink, to be honest.

At the moment, I've-- I've got an awful lot on.

Yeah.

Well, one day perhaps.

Yes.

Bye, Martin.

Bye, Tim.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Yodel-ah ♪ Hello, Ma, Mrs. Gogarty.

I don't need the pendulum to tell me what's happening next Saturday.

Saturday?

No.

What's happening on Saturday?

It's our party.

It's our party!

MR. URBAN: Well, I told the man that gilt strips are relevant as discount securities, but will he listen?

Did you tell him how we work out the discount?

Well, of course I did, by comparing the market value of the strips.

But he still won't listen.

More potato, Martin?

Thanks.

I've, uh-- I've got something very important to tell you both.

MR. URBAN: Oh, business, is it?

No, it's not business.

MRS. BROWN: Martin, you haven't touched your salad.

Actually, I've won some money.

Won some money?

How?

On the lottery.

It's only the third time I've done it.

I was more or less talked into it.

By who?

An old friend I hadn't seen for ages.

I just bumped into him in the street.

I didn't even know which numbers I was supposed to pick or how many.

Six.

Right, six.

So he gave me his birth date, told me to add mine, just days and months.

And those were the six I used.

So what sort of money are we talking about?

1.8 million pounds.

What a dark horse you are.

Still, a win like that is tax free, but we shall have to think very carefully how we invest it.

You don't want to give all your interest to the Inland Revenue, now, do you?

I shall want to be giving you both something, of course.

Oh, we wouldn't dream of taking your money, dear.

So you don't fancy a world cruise, something like that?

No, thank you, dear.

We've got everything we want.

♪ ♪ VOICEMAIL: No messages.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ WOMAN: Mr. Finn?

Yes.

Mr. Urban?

Yes?

These are for you.

But they can't be for me.

You are Mr. Martin Urban and this is 12 Cromwell Court, right?

Yes, that's right.

Then they certainly are for you.

It says so on the card.

Well, I still think there must be some mistake.

You see, I live here alone.

What difference does that make?

Um, well, none, I suppose.

I-- look, I'm sorry to keep you standing there.

Would you come in for a moment while I get my glasses?

Or not.

OK. Great.

Great.

Sorry, please do come through.

You see, I'm not expecting any flowers.

Well, isn't that what flowers are all about?

What?

Surprises.

Yes.

"Thanks for everything.

I will never forget what you have done."

I can't quite make out the signature.

Is it-- is it Bazely?

Or is it Ramsay?

See, I wasn't there at the time, but I suppose whoever it was came into the shop and wrote that card themselves.

Oh.

I could check if you like.

Could you?

Mm-hmm.

I'm going back right now.

Or I could call by.

Yeah.

Why don't you do that.

When do you close?

6:00 on the weekdays, lunchtime Saturdays.

Great.

Bye.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ LENA: Why don't you look where you're going?

- You old bag!

Don't call me an old bag!

MRS. BROWN: Lena?

MAN: You're an old bag!

LENA: Who are you calling an old bag?

MAN: I'm saying it to your face, love.

Mind your own business!

Lena.

How are you?

Oh, I haven't seen you for ages.

Hello, Mrs. Urban.

You've got lots of shopping.

I've been buying presents.

Can I give you a lift?

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm-- I'm getting a bus.

Oh, no, please let me.

I'm driving past the end of your road.

Oh, all right.

Let's put your shopping in the car.

How's Finn?

Oh, he's fine.

He'll be 27 in November.

MRS. BROWN: What's he doing with himself these days?

LENA: He keeps himself busy.

He went to India once to live in the light of ancient wisdom.

You see, he can make things happen just by thinking about them.

Once, when we lived with my cousin Queenie, he told her to be careful because he'd filled the room with stones.

Great stones from the sea.

But Queenie couldn't see them.

MRS. BROWN: Did you see them?

I think I did.

But Queenie was furious with Finn.

She took it out on me.

And Finn didn't like that.

♪ ♪ Get in there.

Lena?

What on earth are you doing up there, Mr. Finn?

Um, working.

Will you come down at once, please?

Mr. Kaiafas asked me to check the loft thermostat.

In summer?

Best time to do it.

I didn't know you had a key to my flat.

And why aren't the lights working?

I've had to switch them off at the main.

Well, bloody well switch them on again now.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ What do you want now?

I need to get to the fuse box.

I intend to complain to Mr. Kaiafas.

I'm sorry about this.

I didn't expect you back so early.

I'm back so early, as you put it, because I want to get to the library before it closes.

And I don't expect you to be here when I get back.

♪ ♪ Guess who I just saw in town?

MARTIN: Who?

In the kitchen, please, Martin.

Lena Finn.

You remember?

No.

Mrs. Finn.

She used to come and clean for us till she became ill. Where do you keep the biscuits now?

In the corner cupboard, please, dear.

When was that, then?

MRS. BROWN: Oh.

Oh, years ago, while you were still at school.

She used to be a very thin woman, and pale.

Looked as if a puff of wind would blow her away.

She has a son, funny eyes.

She used to bring him to the house sometimes during the school holidays.

Yes.

He hardly spoke a word.

Yes, Finn, I do remember him.

I thought you'd remember.

Are you staying for supper?

No.

I just popped by.

Where's your father?

He's in town having a drink with a client, which is why I'm here, actually.

I, uh-- I wanted to take the opportunity to talk to you alone.

Mrs. Bhavnani, who runs the corner shop, do you remember telling me her son Suma has a heart condition?

Uh, yes.

Well, I've spoken to their GP, Dr. Ghopal.

If the boy could have it done privately, say in London, he could have the operation done in no time at all.

He says it would probably save his life.

MRS. BROWN: Yes, I suppose it would.

Only, the Bhavnanis can't afford that kind of money for an operation.

But I can.

Have you told them?

No, not yet.

I think Dr. Ghopal has.

Mrs. Bhavnani will be so pleased that someone cares enough to want to give her son life, and health, and a future.

All right, I suppose there'll be plenty of money left to spend on yourself.

I know.

But there are others I want to help.

Others?

Yes.

There's the Gibsons.

They're a young couple paying 65% of their wages on a furnished flat.

She can't have children, so they don't qualify for a council place.

Then there's Ms. Watson, she also has housing problems.

Mr. Deepdene-- Who are these people, Martin?

I haven't heard you talk about them before.

I've been asking around, looking for people who have financial problems, people who need help.

You won't have any money left.

Nearly 2 million?

There'll be plenty left.

All right.

Then why not help someone closer to home, someone closer to us.

Like who?

Well, like Mrs. Finn.

She still lives in that dreadful, squalid place.

It would break your heart.

The son lives downstairs.

And from what Lena says, he's still a bit odd.

Living in a place like that, I'm not surprised.

And Lena herself, she-- she's had mental problems in the past.

OK. Mrs. Lena Finn.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ NARRATOR: Scorpions are magicians, alchemists, and undertakers.

Eagles and wolves are its creatures.

Its body part is the genitals.

Its weapon, the obligatory pain.

And its card in the tarot is Death.

Hello.

Hello.

I was just thinking about you.

Did you manage to find out whose name it was on the card?

Um, no, you see, apparently they didn't leave their name.

She just paid for the flowers and wrote the card.

She?

Anyway, if you're worried about thanking the person, you've no need to.

After all, the flowers were to thank you, weren't they?

You can't go on thanking people for thanking you.

That'd go on forever.

Yes, you're right, of course.

Sorry.

OK. Oh, by the way, what's your name?

Fran.

Francesca Brown.

Francesca.

I'm Martin Urban.

You already know that, of course.

OK, bye.

I'd very much like to see you again, Francesca.

Would you come out for dinner with me tomorrow night?

Um, Sunday-- Sunday is not a good time for me.

Look, I'm sorry.

I really don't want you to think I'm on the make or anything.

Why do you keep saying sorry?

Do I?

Yeah.

You do it all the time.

- Sorry.

I won't do it again.

Promise?

OK. Why don't you come and get me on Monday evening?

Here.

♪ Yodel-ah, hee ♪ ♪ Ee, ee, ooh ♪ ♪ ♪ LENA: Oh, no.

No!

Oh, no!

No, no!

What's wrong?

LENA: Not again.

Oh, no!

Oh.

What is it, Ma?

Somebody's been murdered.

Ma.

Did you do it?

Come on.

But it-- it says so in the paper.

Show me.

Look.

Ma, this is an old paper.

Look, it's last week's.

Oh.

OK. Panic over?

Yeah.

And no one's really dead anyway.

Well, it says so in the paper.

They are finished with this life, yes.

But then they go on to the next cycle of their being and give their first cries a newborn child.

Where?

Somewhere.

Poor Ms. Blake.

You know, the rent she paid me, Finn, she could have afforded a car.

But no, she must go walking in these lonely places.

The police, they talk to me.

A mugging, they say.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

What's the world coming to, huh?

My sister, she comes to the flat.

She's going to take all the furniture away.

Some good pieces there.

Hello.

Come.

Lovely.

You are a clever man, Mr. Finn.

You know what people want.

So maybe some more work again soon?

Another house, a bit of plumbing, some woodwork to fix?

Good morning, Caroline.

Martin, a Ms. Jean Watson just rang.

She wants to see you.

Should I fix an appointment?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Oh, and by the way, Caroline, I shall be leaving early today.

I suppose you could say Dad and Clive kind of represent the old days.

So it's up to me to lead them and the firm into the 21st century.

I've just taken over a new office, as it happens.

I'm thinking of putting a sign on the door saying, why not be reasonable and do it my way?

Oh, no thanks.

One's enough for me.

Look, I'm sorry.

You don't want to hear me going on about being an accountant.

No, it's interesting.

Uh-huh.

Well, you're the first person to tell me that.

Anyway, I don't know anything about you.

You know that I work in a flower shop.

What else do you need to know right now?

I know that I can't take my eyes off you.

Don't, Martin.

Well, what do you expect?

You shouldn't look like that if you don't like compliments.

I couldn't help it.

I wanted to look nice for you.

Now then, I've taken it very easy on the wine.

And that is specifically because I insist on driving you home.

And my car's just parked over there.

No, I can get a taxi.

There's a cab rank over there in the square.

Thank you for a marvelous evening.

Francesca, what do you want to get a cab for?

I would love to give you a lift home.

Please, let me.

All right, then.

Thanks for the lift.

Francesca, we've had a lovely evening, haven't we?

I mean, I have.

Haven't you?

Yeah.

Have you got a boyfriend?

Someone you're living with?

Of course, I haven't, not that I'm living with.

Call me tomorrow.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MARTIN (VOICEOVER): Dear, Mr. Deepdene, you will not have heard of me, but I am a friend of Norman and Sylvia Tremlett.

They tell me that the council intends to rehouse you and that you are desperately unhappy about this.

The purpose of this letter is to offer you help.

Would the sum of 50,000 pounds be of use?

Hello, is that Kate?

I rang earlier, remember?

Martin Urban.

I left several messages for Francesca to ring me.

Oh, is she?

Uh-huh.

Where does she go for lunch?

Do you know?

Hi.

Uh, Kate told me you'd be here.

I've been trying to ring you all morning.

Sorry, I've been busy.

Could I, um-- Yeah.

So why did you run away from me last night?

I didn't run away.

Francesca, have I done something wrong?

No, you've done nothing wrong.

Well, then who has?

Look, I'd really like to see you again tonight, if possible.

No, I'm seeing my friend Annie tonight.

She's got me a birthday present.

You mean it's your birthday?

When, today?

No, the day after tomorrow.

Oh, no.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Come on, let me see.

No, Martin.

Come on, let me have a look.

No.

Francesca.

Francesca, you-- Francesca.

Francesca.

What's this about?

Please.

I mean, are you in the paper?

Is there something about you?

Something about the shop?

No.

Come on, this isn't fair.

Will you just let me have a look, please?

Please, Martin, will you just leave it?

OK, OK, I'll leave it.

I'll leave it.

But only if you promise to come out with me tonight.

I've told you I'm seeing Annie.

Would you like to see me again at all?

Yeah.

Good.

When, do you think?

Soon, I promise.

I'll call you back.

Caroline, do me a favor, would you?

You haven't forgotten your appointment with Ms. Watson, have you, Martin?

Uh, no, I haven't forgotten.

Find something in there for me, please.

So, what am I looking for?

A name.

Francesca Brown.

Is this business?

Yes.

It's about this, Mr. Urban, your letter offering me 75,000 pounds.

There's really no need to thank me, Ms. Watson.

I have no intention of thanking you.

What's more, I don't understand a word of this.

Oh, dear, well, perhaps I should-- Are you sure you're not mistaking me for someone else?

Well, of course not.

I couldn't take on the responsibility of owning property.

No one's suggesting-- And I wouldn't be in the position to repay any money which Urban Wedmore Mackenzie and Company might advance me.

Ms. Watson, please, let me-- And I'll tell you something else, shall I?

This letter has been worrying me to death.

I haven't been sleeping for worrying.

I therefore am returning your letter and your check.

I've never owed a penny in my life, Mr. Urban, and I don't intend to start now.

I found it.

It's only one small paragraph in the gossip column.

- Let me see.

- Hold on.

"This coming year will be an exciting one for Mr. Russell Brown, whose first book is to be published in the summer."

Russell Brown?

"This is an historical novel about the Black Death entitled The Iron Coccoon."

Sounds fun, doesn't it?

"Mr. Brown, who is an authority on the 14th century, teaches history at Charnwood Polytechnic.

He lives with his wife Francesca and three-year-old daughter Lindsey in 54 Coppetts Lane."

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You should have been wearing a wedding ring.

I never would have-- you should be wearing one.

I never wear one.

I like to think of myself as single.

But you're not.

No.

When Russell showed off about that piece in the paper, I was worried sick.

Well, you're so silly.

If you didn't want me to see it, you shouldn't have mentioned it.

I wouldn't have even read the paper.

I bought a copy immediately after I left you.

I even looked you up in the phone book.

I take it he is H.R.

Brown of 54 Coppetts Lane.

Yeah.

His first name is Howard, only he prefers Russell.

He thinks that-- he thinks that Russell Brown sounds better for an author.

Would it really have made any difference if I was wearing a wedding ring?

Yes.

I couldn't help it, Martin.

I couldn't help being interested in you.

Believe me, I'm not the kind of person to be unfaithful.

Francesca, please.

Please don't cry.

Have some wine, for god's sake.

You see, maybe none of this matters.

Maybe it's for the best.

At least we know where we are now.

But please, please, no more secrets.

No more secrets ever.

No.

You could have been the one that was married when we met.

Don't you have a girlfriend?

No.

I did have a serious relationship.

It ended two years ago.

Were you going to get married?

Yes.

What was her name?

It was Susan.

And there's been no one else since then?

No, no one.

Poor Martin.

MARTIN: Let's get rid of this for a start, shall we?

Can I get you a drink or anything?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MARTIN: Francesca.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ What about tomorrow lunchtime?

I can't let Annie down again.

I'm sorry.

I'm being a nuisance, I know, wanting to see you all the time.

There you go again.

MARTIN: What?

Apologizing.

Did you apologize all the time to what's her name?

Susan.

Did Susan make you feel sorry?

No, not really.

It's an old habit, I think.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

No, something's wrong.

♪ ♪ It's just that, um, Susan, she wasn't very experienced in bed.

And you're saying I am?

No, not really.

Well, what then?

I'm just saying with you, it's something else.

Give it time.

1, 2, 3, 4.

LINDSEY: Daddy, Daddy, Mommy's home.

Hello, my honey child.

How'd it go?

Mm.

Mm.

God, I'm starving.

Babe, give us a drag.

God, I need this.

So you can't smoke and you can't drink.

What can you do with Ms. Urban?

I want to know what happened.

What do you think happened?

Was it good?

No, but he'll learn.

So you'll teach him, will you?

Have you got any Scotch left?

Just about.

Teach him that there's more to life than same time, same position every night.

Is that what you're going to do?

Well, just remember where you learnt it from, you cow.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Who are you making love to right now-- him or me?

Why don't you just take me to bed?

Tell me about how you've misbehaved.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Francesca, you're so sexy.

You bastard.

You sound just like him.

Oh, Francesca.

- - Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And he hasn't mentioned money yet?

FRENCESCA: No.

TIM: Don't worry, he will.

As soon as he's in love with you, he'll mention it.

He is in love with me.

He just doesn't exactly confide in me.

Anyway, I don't even believe he's won the lottery.

Then you don't believe in your Uncle Tim's faultless intuition then, do you?

And anyway, when it comes to numbers, I don't forget a thing.

You forgot to do it yourself.

Yeah, well, just stick with it, will you?

Just for a while longer.

I know him of old, and nothing changes.

I know the way his calculating little mind works.

Mm.

I'll tell you what.

Try this on him.

He'll like this.

Happy Birthday, Francesca.

Hi.

Um, I thought you were having lunch with Annie.

She canceled.

She's got a cold.

Oh.

I was going to leave these for you.

Why don't you save it till tonight?

Tonight?

I think I can work something out.

What about Russell?

He doesn't believe in celebrating birthdays.

Well, that's fantastic.

I mean, sorry.

Would you let me cook you supper tonight at home?

Yeah, I'd like that.

LENA: What's happened?

I'm so glad you're back.

LENA: She's having one of her turns, a bad one.

What started it?

We'd been to the spiritualist church.

And people we know there were talking about that murder in Stanford Gardens.

- Shh.

The police say the woman lived alone and she'd no friends.

So they don't have a suspect.

She shouted out there in the church.

She shouted out that you'd done it.

I said, him, your lovely boy?

How could you say such a thing?

Wait here a minute.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Chlorpromazine.

We'll give her a big dose, 5 mil, maybe 7.5.

Ma?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I should never have built this for her.

You do it.

Ma?

Where are you?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Ma, where are you?

♪ ♪ Ma?

You killed Queenie!

You killed Queenie!

Do it!

Do it now!

Come on.

It was you!

You killed her!

He killed all the others!

Shh.

Shh.

Oh, I want to go home.

You're home, Ma.

You are home.

I want to go home.

Can you see the bird?

We need to find it.

Otherwise, she'll kill it.

♪ I'll wrangle ♪ ♪ Start at my feet and spell my name ♪ ♪ I shine like the morning sun ♪ ♪ Into a brighter flash ♪ Hi.

I'm sorry.

I had to bring her.

This is Lindsey.

Say hello to Martin.

Hello, Lindsey.

Come on, then.

Aw, this looks nice.

Doesn't it look wonderful, Lindsey?

Doesn't it?

Absolutely beautiful.

They're Victorian sent bottles.

They're lovely.

Thank you.

How did you get the bruise?

I'll tell you later.

I want my Daddy.

Lindsey, don't do that.

You eat like a bird.

I've never had a large appetite.

Did he do it?

Francesca, it's simple.

You've got to leave him.

OK?

You've got to leave him and come and live with me.

Martin, not now.

Lindsey, come on, you're going to make yourself sick.

Now-- We're going home now.

I want to see my Daddy.

Right.

"Dear, Mr. Urban, I'm sorry to tell you that my father died yesterday.

Although frail, he seemed quite well and in good spirits when I last saw him.

But he was found dead in his armchair when the home help came in at 9:00."

Oh, dear.

Go on.

"Apparently, he had been going through his post and your check for 50,000 pounds was found beside him.

I am at a loss to know why you should have sent my father such an enormous sum of money, and am returning your check.

Judith Deepdene."

You know something, Mom, helping people, it's, uh-- it's not as simple as I thought.

What about the other people you've written to?

Well, I've received no reply from the Gibsons.

I may have had a thank you from the Bhavnanis by way of flowers, but I'm not sure of that.

Have you given them the money?

Yes.

Well, I gave Dr. Ghopal a check, asking him to make all the necessary arrangements for Suma's operation.

And, uh, Mrs. Finn?

Yeah, I wrote to her son.

I thought maybe that was the best thing to do in the circumstances.

Oh, yes.

Oh, good.

He does everything for her.

It'll be so wonderful if they can buy their own place.

He could make it a real home for her.

MARTIN (VOICEOVER): Dear, Mr. Finn, I don't think you will remember me, but we have met.

Our mothers are old friends.

Where are you?

Are you there?

Yes, I'm here, Mom.

Don't leave me.

Don't let them take me away.

Mom, would I let that happen?

If you go, they'll take me away.

I'm not going anywhere, Mom.

Shh.

I'll never leave you.

In you come.

To the lounge, Madam.

Balcony overlooking the garden.

And the main bedroom-- bathroom en suite, of course.

Nice, isn't it?

Martin, I need to talk to you.

The kitchen.

Martin.

All the mod cons.

Second bedroom, no bathroom, but plenty of cupboard space.

Please, will you listen to me?

I-- I decided to tell Russell the truth.

I had to.

I told him I was in love with someone else.

What did he say?

The usual.

He shouted at me, insulted me.

He really hurt me this time.

You mean he hit you?

Yeah.

All the more reason then to bring you here.

Third bedroom, ideal for a small child.

Martin, will you tell me what's going on?

Why are you showing me this?

All right, I'll tell you.

You're going to leave Russell.

You know that, don't you?

Then you're going to get a divorce, and then you're going to marry me.

And in the meantime, I'm buying this flat so that you and Lindsey can stay here until the divorce comes through.

That way, you don't have to go back to him any more.

Time to celebrate.

Fran, is there something wrong?

Of course, there's something wrong.

How much did this place cost?

350,000 pounds.

You can't afford that.

Yes, I can.

You see, I won some money on the lottery.

I've never really been a gambler.

Maybe that's why I was so lucky.

FRANCESCA: How much did you win?

Nearly 2 million pounds.

Wow.

It's amazing, isn't it?

I get made partner in the firm, I win the lottery, and then I met you.

Not a bad little turn of events, that, for a boring bachelor accountant.

So you see, I can afford it.

Oh, yes.

Then I made a decision.

I know this sounds crazy, but I decided to give quite a lot of the money away.

You see, I suppose I felt grateful for having been so lucky.

And there really are a lot of people out there who need help.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Do you think I should start using my maiden name again?

Blanche?

You're Snow White.

Why not?

I only hope he doesn't start making life difficult for us.

Well, he probably will, Francesca.

But he's not going to hurt you anymore.

That's all I care about.

You're my knight in shining armor.

That I am, Madam.

I would swim 1,000 seas and slay 1,000 Frenchmen just to be close to you.

Arise, Sir Martin.

Since I met you, the world seems-- you've made me forget my small life.

I know.

Remember that, whatever happens.

He's giving my money away?

Not all of it.

Nearly 2 million, and the stupid bastard's giving it away?

He doesn't even need the money.

Faster!

Listen to me, Tim.

He wants to buy me and Lindsey a flat.

Yeah, well, sod that.

We need cash or things we can sell.

We don't want some poxy flat.

Make him give you money.

LINDSEY: Daddy.

Push me, Daddy.

TIM: Right then.

LINDSEY: 1, 2, and 3!

Whoa.

Hello?

FINN (ON PHONE): Mr. Urban?

Yes?

FINN (ON PHONE): It's Finn.

There you go.

Are you sure you don't want anything stronger than that?

Yes.

Cheers.

So, how's your mother, Finn?

She's OK. Good.

Actually, my mother's quite worried about her and where she's living.

Well, well.

I take it you don't own the property.

Is that why you wrote to me?

To tell me this?

I'm sorry, Finn.

I'll-- I'll come to the point.

Look, I can let you have 50,000 pounds.

I'm sorry It can't be any more than that.

♪ ♪ All right, when?

Well, as soon as you like.

As soon as possible.

Then just leave it to me.

Good.

So what should I do?

Just send you a check in the post.

I don't have a bank account.

I'd like cash.

Cash?

I'm sorry, I couldn't possibly-- Half now in larger notes.

Put it in a package.

Pad it out with newspaper.

Well, if that's what you want, then I'll try my best.

You know, you really should look into a bank account if you're going to be dealing with that sort of money.

♪ ♪ 54 Coppetts Lane.

So how old is Lindsey?

She's three.

Oh, that's a nice age.

Yes.

On the other hand, it can be a very troublesome age.

Although we never had much trouble with Martin when he was a toddler.

He was always very well behaved.

How does Lindsey feel about you-- well, about the family splitting up?

Um.

Well, I've talked to her about it and I think she understands.

Good.

You know, you've got such a beautiful garden.

Oh, no, don't say that.

We won't hear the end of it.

No, leave them alone.

It's amazing.

Would you like me to show you around?

Yeah.

(WHISPERS) She's very pretty.

Yes, she is.

I think you've made a very good choice.

Do you think Francesca would like me to make her a patchwork skirt?

You know, I really like your parents.

They were so nice to me.

Well, why shouldn't they be nice to you?

They like you, too.

Yeah, I know, but-- but I think you should go now.

I really don't want anything to be spoiled.

See you tomorrow at the solicitors.

You bet.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I think that's all in order now.

Agreement made this day, yep, between Butlers and Company, hereinafter called the vendors, and Mrs. Francesca Brown.

Could we have your signature then, Mrs. Brown?

Francesca.

Not there.

Down here.

There's only one name on there, Francesca.

The flat's all yours.

What do you think?

There's lots of space, isn't there?

What do you think we could put in there?

I think we could put your teddies and dollies in here.

Could we?

It's a big place.

Put the kettle up.

Good girl.

Look how clean it is.

MARTIN: I arranged with the estate agent to have some deliveries.

I hope you don't mind.

Oh.

I know it's not much, but this is our contribution.

Oh, Lindsey, thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Do you know something?

I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am today.

Are we going to live here?

Lindsey.

Lindsey, where are you going?

LINDSEY: To look at my bedroom.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Catch it.

Good.

Stand back.

- Hold it!

Hold it!

Catch!

LINDSEY: - Right on the nose.

- Go get it.

Give it to me.

I want a go.

Up!

Ah!

When will you move in?

As soon as I can.

Can I help at all?

No, I think it'd be best for me to do it on my own.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ Oops.

♪ ♪ Why don't you come by the shop tomorrow?

We can go to the flat.

That'd be nice.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Daddy.

All right, angel.

Muah.

Can I get a kiss, then?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ So, how's the love nest?

Sorted.

Is that it?

You don't want any more?

You should have seen the solicitor's face.

Solicitor?

I signed the contract, didn't I?

Tim, aren't you interested?

Not any more, no.

For god's sake, Tim, I signed the contract, only me.

It's all mine, ours.

Can't you just listen to me for once?

It's a lot of money, right?

Isn't that what you wanted?

I've told you what I want.

I need you to come home to me.

Well, I am home.

I'm back in this pigsty.

And what are you going to do with that lot?

Put it in a bag?

Hide it in the wardrobe?

LINDSEY: I'm hungry, Daddy.

TIM: Are you, my angel?

Right then, you tart, it's your turn to go and get the takeaway.

She's already eaten.

I haven't.

We saw a big house today.

Did you, my angel?

LINDSEY: Yes, and we're all going to live in it.

Ah.

And who told you that?

Mummy?

Yes.

And the man did.

Well, then, I think you should tell Mummy something.

You should tell Mummy that you both belong to me.

Because Mummy knows she couldn't leave me even if she wanted to.

I'm hard to give up.

Right, Mummy?

You know something?

I shant be sorrow when my honey child isn't deceiving me almost every night.

When you get back, I think we should have a serious talk.

Don't you?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Fran?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Caroline, have there been any messages left for me?

Um, no.

Sorry, Martin.

Right, do something for me, would you, please?

Ring BT, find out a new telephone number.

The name?

Mrs. F. Brown or F. Blanche.

The address is flat number 8 Swan Place.

♪ ♪ I checked with BT.

Reconnection of the phone at flat 8 Swan Place hasn't been applied for.

Right.

Thanks.

Oh, and there's a Dr. Ghopal to see you.

Dr. Ghopal, yes.

And he's got some people with him.

Mr. Urban, we've taken the liberty to come here to thank you for all that you've done for Suma.

Uh, Mrs. Bhavnani you already know, of course.

Hello, Mrs. Bhavnani.

The others are all members of the family.

We would like to shake your hand, Mr. Urban.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

And this is Suma.

Hello, Suma.

I, uh-- please excuse me.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Fran?

♪ ♪ Fran!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ FRANCESCA (VOICEOVER): Isn't that what flowers are all about?

Surprises.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I told him I was in love with someone else.

VOICEMAIL: You have one message.

FINN (ON RECORDING): This is Finn.

I thought I would have heard from you by now.

VOICEMAIL: No more messages.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ FRANCESCA (VOICEOVER): I decided to tell Russell the truth.

I had to.

I told him I was in love with someone else.

MARTIN (VOICEOVER): What did he say?

FRANCESCA (VOICEOVER): The usual.

He shouted at me.

He insulted me.

He really hurt me this time.

Oh, I, um-- is Francesca in, please?

Who?

This is where Mr. and Mrs. Russell Brown live?

No.

My dad, Harry Brown, lives here.

Um.

I'm sorry.

Does he live here alone?

Yeah, he's a widower.

He has been for the last 20 years.

- That can't be right.

- Yes.

I'm telling you, my dad, Harry Brown, lives here on his own.

And he keeps himself to himself, all right?

KATE: Very nice choice.

I'm sure they'll cheer her up.

Thanks, love.

We always seem to be short of change.

And I hope she's better very soon.

Thank you.

Uh, it's Kate, is it?

That's right.

We-- we spoke on the phone.

My name is Martin Urban Oh, yes.

I came here yesterday.

You were closed.

That's because I haven't got the staff.

I'm looking for Francesca.

So am I.

Have you seen her?

No.

Do you know where she lives?

I've been to Coppetts Lane.

Coppetts Lane?

No, Samphire Road.

Where?

Samphire Road, a god awful place.

I've told her time and again to leave there.

What number?

Number 5.

And when you see her, you can tell her I'm not happy.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hello, Martin.

I thought you'd turn up eventually.

Go on, go to bed.

There's a good girl.

I don't want to.

Go on, go inside.

Yes, Daddy.

You live here with Francesca?

You'd better come in.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Excuse the squalor, my dear.

So where is she?

Where's Francesca?

Fancy a drink?

No.

I think you should.

I think we both need one.

In here.

Are you-- are you and Francesca together?

We've been together, as you call it, for more than four years.

And before you ask me about dear old Russell Brown, she's still married to him.

She's what?

Except she hasn't seen him for ages.

She keeps his name, but not his memory.

I suppose you want the truth.

Of course I want the truth.

All right, then, you bastard.

You won the lottery using the numbers I gave you, my numbers.

Your numbers?

Wait a minute-- No, I gave you those numbers, my birthday and your birthday.

Our birthdays, Martin.

Our money.

No, not our money.

Those numbers weren't yours, Tim.

They didn't belong to you or me.

Other people used 'em.

Why didn't you, for god's sake?

You should have played them yourself.

Christ.

And I thought you were tight arsed and crafty at college.

You could see I was going down the tubes.

For god's sake, you're my accountant, Martin.

Right, exactly.

Exactly, Tim, I know you, remember?

I've known you for years.

You haven't changed.

If I'd have given you that money, you would have wasted it.

It would have gone the same way as everything else in your miserable life, like you say, down the tubes.

And what makes you think you haven't wasted it?

You've given it all away playing God, giving it away to a bunch of sad bastards.

I gave that money to people who needed it, people who could use it to improve their lives.

What would you have done with it, really?

Drunk it?

Gambled it?

Put it up your nose?

You know nothing.

You're a small man, Martin, living in a small world.

No.

No.

That was me, but it's not me anymore, not since I met Francesca.

Francesca has-- she is-- I love her, Tim.

Francesca conned you, Martin.

What?

Francesca and I, we both conned you.

You fell in love with someone who doesn't exist.

We couldn't find a Russell Brown in the local directory, so I had to cheat a bit.

We used the nearest to it, H.R.

Brown, 54 Coppetts Lane.

No.

And putting that article in the post wasn't a problem, was it?

I work for them.

No, not Francesca.

She loves me.

She loves me.

You do know she slept with me?

Of course I do.

You never had sex like that before, had you?

You bastard.

Where is she?

Fran?

Francesca.

There's no use calling her.

She's dead.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ What do you mean she's dead?

You're lying.

What do you mean, she's-- she can't be.

She loved me.

We were going to-- How the hell do you think I feel?

You only had her part-time.

But she loved me.

You?

You wouldn't have known how to love her-- not the way she needed to be loved.

I did.

I knew.

She loved me.

She loved me.

♪ ♪ How did it happen?

She had just come home from seeing you.

She left Lindsey here.

She went out to buy me a takeaway.

She was knocked down by a hit-and-run driver just outside a few yards from home.

We heard it.

The vehicle didn't stop.

The inquest is on Friday.

Cremation will be at 3 o'clock on Monday.

A hearty welcome will be extended to all husbands, future, common law, real, or imaginary.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, well.

I've been waiting.

Waiting?

What the hell are you doing here?

I want the rest of my money.

You want what?

Come inside.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Sorry not to have been in touch, Finn.

Things have been-- difficult.

I'll get you a check.

No.

Cash.

What?

I told you, I don't have a bank account.

For god's sake, man, do you think I keep this kind of money here?

You can get it for me by tomorrow afternoon.

And don't bring it around yourself this time.

What?

Put it in your car in the front passenger seat.

Leave the car on the forecourt of the Dominion service station.

OK?

No.

No, it's not OK. Is this some kind of joke, Finn?

Because I'm not finding it very funny right now.

I'm going to give you a check.

I don't want to play any games, all right?

Lena Finn, isn't it?

And then, if it's OK with you, I'd very much appreciate being left alone.

This is not what we agreed.

For god's sake, man, I'm doing your mother and yourself a favor.

What about what I've done for you?

What?

What have you ever done for me?

You don't know?

Well, it's done.

What is?

What's done?

The girl.

Girl?

What girl?

With the dark hair.

You mean Francesca?

Well, I don't know what she was called, do I?

What's Francesca got to do with this?

No.

No, hold on a minute.

Oh, god, no.

Tell me you weren't in that car.

Tell me-- That's what you wanted.

What I wanted?

What do you mean, what I wanted?

You paid me to do it.

Paid you?

You circled the address.

I saw you with her.

I saw her with him.

You killed her?

I paid you to kill her.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MARTIN (VOICEOVER): You've made me forget my small life.

My small life.

My small life.

FRANCESCA (VOICEOVER): I know.

I know.

Remember that.

Remember that.

Whatever happens.

Whatever happens.

Whatever happens.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ NARRATOR: Scorpio is metaphysics, putrefaction, and death.

Scorpions are magicians, alchemists, surgeons, bondsmen, and undertakers.

Eagles and wolves and scorpions are its creatures.

There he is.

Here's your boy.

Lay the cards.

Lay the cards for Finn.

♪ Yodel-ah, hee ♪ Picture of devotion.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ There's a lot of death here.

Oh, and a lot of money, my darling, a lot of money.

Oh, but wait, it's not coming your way.

You'll have a disappointment-- a disappointment over money.

OFFICER: That's right, break it down.

NARRATOR: Scorpio is regeneration, passion, insight, lust, and violence, its weapon, the obligatory pain.

And its card in the tarot is Death.

FINN (VOICEOVER): Don't worry.

I'll never leave you.

♪ ♪ ♪ Yodel-ah, ah ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Yodel-ah-di ♪ ♪ Ee, ee, ooh ♪ ♪ Ah, ah ♪ ♪ Yodel-ah, ha ♪