Alibi
Episode 103
Episode 3 | 45m 23sVideo has Closed Captions
Linda grows suspicious when she learns that Marcey was in the taxi that found Martin.
Linda grows suspicious when she learns that Marcey was in the taxi that found Martin. Marcey abruptly quits her job and tries to warn Greg, but a confrontation between Greg and Linda now seems inevitable.
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Alibi
Episode 103
Episode 3 | 45m 23sVideo has Closed Captions
Linda grows suspicious when she learns that Marcey was in the taxi that found Martin. Marcey abruptly quits her job and tries to warn Greg, but a confrontation between Greg and Linda now seems inevitable.
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- You'll have to take the one in the front, love.
- You're the driver from the inquest?
- Afraid so, yeah.
Are you family?
- THe passenger, Marcia Burgess, what did she look like?
- Darkish, quietish, dullish.
- [Linda] Where was she coming from?
- Outside the Black Horse.
- What time was that?
- (chuckles) I had to do all this when my mother died.
I had to know every last detail, who smelled gas first, said what, did what, saw her last.
(groans) They take over your life, you know.
- Yeah.
No, my best advice to... (car door closes) (suspenseful music) (phone beeps) (radio playing rock music) (saw buzzing) - All right, Greg?
- Hey.
Yeah.
- How'd it go?
- What?
- Inquest.
- Oh!
Pretty good.
Accidental death, very dignified.
(mysterious music) (drawers clattering) (drawers clattering) - [Eugene] Fair lady here to see you, boss.
(clears throat) - Earlier than I said.
There was a train just waiting to go out.
The lady who interviewed me said that if I could be here for 4:00, the job was mine.
Unless it's not?
(phone line ringing) - [Marcey] Hiya.
Sorry I can't take the call.
As soon as I'm free, I'll get straight back.
(phone beeps) - How long have you been temping, Verna?
- Eight years.
- Ever left a job with two hours' notice?
- No.
(shuffling paperwork) - What's your agency?
- Frederick Ball.
- Phone them.
I want Marcia Burgess' home address.
- [Verna] Helena?
Verna.
Have you got an address for the woman who had this placement... - Where is he, Eugene?
- I wish I knew.
- Did Marcey say anything to anybody about leaving?
- Well, not to me and the lads, no.
- Mrs. Brentwood?
Marcia Burgess didn't come from our agency.
Sorry.
- See you.
- See ya, then.
- She's better qualified than I am.
Well, I'm not qualified, not for wages.
- So, what will you do?
- What will I do?
If I'm not pretending to work for you?
- [Greg] Yeah.
- Back to my not-pretend job on the benefits board, on top of the catering job I don't do for a hobby.
So, (laughs) don't go fretting, Greg.
I won't be stuck for ideas.
Unless you meant, what will you do?
We got a verdict of accidental death, so count your blessings and keep your mouth shut.
Beyond that, you don't need me.
- But all this stuff, it's still such a bloody mess.
- What's complicated about that?
He's been fiddling, paying false invoices into an account your company technically owns.
And, if you look at the main banking agreement... See?
Two of three signatures, yours, his, or Linda's.
He's dead, so you just need hers.
It's nothing complicated.
You haven't lost anything.
- So, what, am I saying I knew?
- Not straightaway, no.
Give it a fortnight and let Verna trip over it.
- Who?
- Your temp, Verna.
- Oh, yeah.
Thanks for nothing.
- She's done about 300 years in Inland Revenue, so drop enough clues, and she'll be onto it like a shot.
- Yeah, but it still leaves me knowing she opened an account with him to leave me, doesn't it?
- Look, you'll have to talk to Linda about your marriage, yeah.
But I can't help you with that.
Look, I need to get ready for work.
I'm catering tonight, so... - Oh, right.
It's been bloody terrifying, this, hasn't it?
We can't just walk away from it like this, can we?
Can we?
- What was that about?
- (nervously chuckles) I don't know.
- Do you need something else not to talk to Linda about?
How many do you need?
Nearly need?
- You think it was a move?
No.
Christ, Marcey, no.
It was... Oh, do bugger off!
I know I'm a bit flaky, but I'm not deluded.
I'm old enough to be your bloody father.
It was not a move.
Please!
"Special," wasn't it?
I said "special," didn't I?
And it scared you, didn't it?
I mean, that's why you bolted.
I didn't mean it like that.
I meant... Oh, God.
What... Gee... Look, you know more about me than I've ever told anybody, and that's petrifying.
I mean, what you've done for me is a debt I wouldn't even know how to start repaying, and it... Again, it is scary.
I don't know anyone like you, and it's fine.
But, you see, you only don't like "special" because you don't think you are, and that's kind of why you are, special, and it's my word, anyway.
I'm perfectly entitled to use it, so do bugger off.
I'm sticking with it.
Thank you.
(door closes) - [Wendy] You okay?
- I'm here about Marcia Burgess.
- Oh, I don't think she's in yet.
- What time's she due?
- Do you know if Marcey's coming in, or are we meeting her at the 21st?
- [Man] No.
She's going straight to Hayfield Hall.
- Oh, all right.
I can get a message to her.
- She worked at my place on the 18th, Rosehill House.
- I thought I knew your face.
Oh, it was a lovely party.
- She left with the rest of the crew, didn't she?
- I think so.
Is there a problem?
- No, no, but somebody rang the next day.
They'd left a watch behind.
- Hmm.
Well, to be honest, I've no idea.
Do you remember Marcey leaving a watch behind at that thing we did?
No!
She left her bag, didn't she?
Yeah, she left her bag, so she had to schlep back for it.
- To the house?
What time?
- We'll, we'd reached Kenflem by then, so about two-ish.
- You all came back?
- Oh, no, no.
Some of us, me included, had lifts waiting for us at the other end.
But if there's a problem, I can get her to call you or-- - No.
If she got her bag, then-- - Yes, she did.
I've seen her with it since.
- That's absolutely fine.
Thanks for your help.
- Okay.
(dance music playing) (guests chattering) (music fades) (chatter faintly echoing) (wind whooshing) - Did you kill him?
- No.
- Who?
- What?
- Didn't kill who?
- I don't know.
- Who can say you didn't before you'd ask who?
Wasn't an accident, was it?
- Linda, I don't know what you're talking about.
(dance music playing) (guests chattering) She knows!
She knows!
Linda's just, she's-- - Sorry, not here now.
Leave a message.
(Marcey panting) - Taxi!
Taxi!
Taxi!
(phone ringing) (phone beeps) - Yeah?
- Can you talk?
- Yeah.
(vehicle approaching) No.
(hangs up phone) (suspenseful music) (drawer sliding) (papers shuffling) (water running) Linda?
(Linda sighs) Linda?
Is that you?
I didn't hear you come in.
Did they tell you that I broke down on the A41?
Tried to get you, but your mobile was off.
I phoned from a pub for the verdict.
I mean, it's good that there was one.
I mean, yeah, well, of course we'd get one.
But, I mean, it's really good that they can get on with the funeral now.
(Linda sighs) (car door closes) (car driving away) Christ.
(Greg mutters) Linda?
Hello?
What... (keypad beeping) Yes, police, please.
Yeah, well, I'm not sure, but I think I've been burgled.
Yeah, Rosehill House off Standish Lane.
Yeah.
No, I'm not touching anything.
(door creaks) Right, yeah.
Thank you.
(phone beeps) (ominous music) - Well, when I first set eyes on her, I knew I'd seen her before, and she knew I knew, so she brings it up first, "I was catering at your house."
And, at first, I'm going, "Caterer last week?
Temp this?"
But she said, "Agency," so I go, "Fine, casual worker, fine."
No, not fine, not bloody fine!
'Cause she's going back to the house, 'cause she's left her bag.
On her own, how?
If that's not planned... She lives in Failstone, but she's still seven miles away at six in the morning, witness for the police?
How, if that's not planned?
(knocking on door) - I rang to say don't bother.
- Yeah, I know, sir, but we've got no option if it's a 999.
- Yeah, well, it was just my wife, She bombed in and bombed out again.
I heard a bit of a noise, and, anyway, she's fine.
It's fine.
- Mind if we come in?
- Yeah, come, right.
- If he was picking her up in Braughton, delivering her back into Failstone, fine.
Even that would make half a pint of sense two hours earlier, but it wasn't!
- Linda... - She's there the night Martin died.
Ask the taxi driver.
You go and ask him.
- Linda, we know about-- - She's there when the police get called.
She's there in Greg's office within days of this.
And where?
Sitting at Martin's desk, for God's sake.
And she's there when he's needing bloody Valium.
- Linda... - 'Cause I saw it!
Her Valium, her prescription, Marcia Burgess.
How, if she's only known him a week?
What's all that, if she's only known him a week?
She can't have!
He knew her before.
He'd met her before.
He must have been seeing her.
That's what scares me.
(slams glass) - Linda, we know about you and Martin.
- So if I'm in the way, bang?
What will happen to me?
What happens to me?
(gasps) Oh, God!
(Linda sobbing) - Shh.
- Oh.
(breath trembles) (Linda sniffling) Oh.
- Shh.
- No, she is not 'round the twist.
She's just upset, okay?
Bit of both, actually, as it happens, but your mum's onto it.
- Seems fine.
(phone ringing) I think we can verify that he lives here.
- Right.
That it, then, yeah?
(phone ringing) - Don't you want to get that?
- The answering machine will kick in in a sec.
(ringing continues) Done?
- Yeah.
- Well, anyway, thanks for coming.
Appreciate the service.
- It's not kicking in, is it?
(ringing continues) - Yeah, I know, but after a while, you just don't hear it, do you?
Great!
(ringing continues) Yeah, yeah, I'll get it.
Let me get it.
(phone beeps) Yeah, Rosehill House.
- [Marcey] It's me.
Is she there?
- Oh, not at the moment, no.
Can I take a message?
- She turned up at work.
She knows.
I need to know what I'm saying.
- Okay.
- Is she with you?
- Yeah, will do.
Yeah, can't really talk at the moment, I've got the police here.
Okay?
- Oh, God!
- Okay.
(phone beeps) Right, that's it.
Yeah, thanks again.
- Yeah.
- It's our job.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- God.
- Ring the police.
- You don't want the police.
- I want the police.
- No!
- Well, I'll go myself.
Not till we've straightened you out.
And you are not driving in this state!
(Linda breathes deeply) Look, it's been a massive day for all his friends, you more than most.
(Linda sighs) - Who told you?
- Personally, I didn't believe you could be that stupid.
It was Danny who'd count the times you and Martin avoided each other in a room.
Then I watched you, like polarized magnets.
So, good or bad, something had happened.
- And I saw you on the M1, heading south in Martin's Vitesse, when you'd said you were off to an auction in Scotland.
- So you told Greg, thanks.
- Eh, me?
No way!
No, Greg is a mate.
You don't do that to mates.
- Well, somebody told him.
Martin's death wasn't an accident.
- Linda, (chuckles in frustration) you're welcome to stay, but if you're gonna start that-- (paper rustling) She leaves her mates to go back for her bag.
She's less than a mile from my house four hours later.
She's working for my husband within a week.
He's the only one telling the police that Martin had been drinking, check!
And she's telling the police absolutely nothing about ever having been near the house.
Come on, Danny, say that aloud, see what it feels like.
- Put like that, what else can it sound like?
- There must be some kind of explanation.
- And I asked her, straight!
You didn't see her face.
- Scared?
- Bloody right, scared.
- I'm off to bed.
(Linda sighing) (dramatic music) (water running) (Greg spits) (water stops running) (suspenseful music) (tires screech) - No, no, no, no!
- Linda!
- [Danny] Linda, don't open that door!
- [Steph] Come away from the door, Linda!
- I'm coming in, mate!
- Linda!
Linda, inside!
- [Linda] I know what you've done, Brentwood, you bastard!
- Steph!
Inside!
- I'm trying!
- I know what you've done, and I'm ringing the police!
- [Steph] No, you're not!
- You and that woman... - Yeah?
- I'd like to see your face then, when you both get bloody life!
- Oh, I murdered him?
- Yes!
(arguing over each other) - Thieving, cheating, no good... - You knew I was having an affair!
You bloody knew!
- Well, I wish I had!
- What?
Nobody stole from you!
(Danny grunting) - My money, my business!
- You blew your money!
- Yeah, he wanted me to think so, didn't he?
- You're not walking away from this.
- Screwing you, screwing me!
(bangs door) Yeah!
- Back to bed!
- You bloody let him.
- Now!
- You bloody helped him!
- You killed him!
- Well, I hope he bloody rots!
(bangs door) - With her?
- I was right, wasn't I?
It was enough.
- Look move your feet!
- And it should have been, if you hadn't bloody robbed me blind!
- The door is closing!
(grunting) It's gonna hurt!
- You should have just bloody walked, you bloody coward!
- Well, I wish I had!
And being a coward, you knew and said bugger all!
- Months and months of this!
(all shouting) - Danny, give him a shove!
- Both of you, now!
- You're making me think it was bloody me!
- What?
- Thieving, rotten, dirty, filthy... (grunting) - Oh, he's making this up!
- I'll kill you, you filthy bastards!
Just why?
Why?
(grunting) - Oh, he's lying!
- It's gonna hurt!
You'll scream!
- Ow!
Danny!
Danny!
(Danny and Linda groaning) He's talking-- - Shut up!
- Danny!
- Shut up!
(breathing heavily) - What money?
- How should I know?
- What money?
- Ask him!
(suspenseful music) - You knew about this!
You bloody knew, and you still bloody let him!
You heartless, scavenging, - Come on!
Out of here!
- deceiving-- - Get out of here!
Come on!
- Just get off me!
Let me talk to her!
I've gotta talk to her!
- [Danny] Go now.
Go home.
- [Greg] This is really friendly of you!
(door slams) - What?
(birds chirping) (bird squawking) (office chatter murmuring) (phones ringing) (phone notification beeps) - Morning.
- Sorry, it's off.
(birds chirping) (car approaching) (Greg sighs) - Where was he getting the money?
- Well, you name it, he spliced it.
- How'd you find out?
- Well, we've been through the books.
Anything with a decimal point, he's nailed it two places forward.
And look at it.
Hmm?
I wasn't wrong, I could afford it.
The bastards had me thinking I was going 'round the bend.
- Linda reckons she knows nothing about it.
- Yeah, well, you seen the bank statement?
- Yeah.
- You seen her name?
- (clicks tongue) Yeah, she knew nothing about the amount.
- No reason to lie at all?
- We believe her.
- Black and white, yeah?
- I mean, she knew they had an account.
She admits that they were saving up.
But she genuinely thought that...
I saw her face when she went through that stuff, and, Greg, Linda freaked.
She thought five grand, you know?
Five grand, tops.
- How can she not know she's got over 100 grand?
- How could you not know you'd lost it until now?
(Greg sighs) If you didn't... And who's "we," you know?
"We've been through the books."
- At work.
- Ah.
- Your Marcia.
- She's left.
- (sighs) Whew.
Well, yeah, that's another corker, isn't it?
I mean, accidental death?
Can't see the woman for dust.
- Temp, it means temporary.
- Yeah, and "busy" is short for being places that she shouldn't.
And Linda's not kidding.
She's got witnesses saying that Marcey was with you.
When did you meet her?
- When you did.
- (scoffs) At the party?
- I swear on the life of my, house.
- What, and then back for the bag?
- Yeah.
- Just the two of you?
- Yeah.
"There's your bag.
Piss off."
- Well, she didn't piss far off, though, did she?
The taxi driver's saying he picked her up just down the road.
- Go home.
- (sighs) Linda's right.
- Home.
- (sighs) If the police look at that, you both made false statements.
Look, I've never met her, I'm not judging the woman, but the least that Marcey can be is a total bloody liar.
You're in this, Greg, and you know you are, the pair of ya!
Well, if you won't tell me what happened-- - No.
That's your lot.
- Greg, look, I've been a lot closer to you than I am to Linda.
I'm the guy who stands in pubs defending you.
If I can help, I'll help.
Just talk to me.
- Pick a subject.
- Did you kill him?
- Yep.
- Eh?
- Yep.
- You killed him?
- Yep.
- You killed Martin?
- Yep.
- You killed him?
- Yep.
- Oh, Jesus.
(sighs) For this?
- Yep.
- And Linda?
- Decimal points.
Boing, boing, boing!
Everything, the lot, yep.
Deserved it.
- Oh, Jesus.
(breathing heavily) (dramatic music) - All right.
- Danny, what's going on?
- They sent me home from work, (sighs) stomach and that.
- You didn't find Greg?
- No.
Nope, no, no.
- You look like... - (sighs) Yeah.
What?
(police car starts up) (police car leaving) (display beeping) - Where the hell have you been?
I haven't slept.
- Well, I came 'round last night, you weren't there.
- I came to yours.
The lights were on, but there weren't any cars.
- No, I popped 'round to have a chat with the lovely Linda.
- How much does she know?
- Well, a lot more now.
We did the money, marriage, murder in about two minutes flat.
Now tell me I can't confront issues.
- Tell me what we're saying, Greg.
- Well, you, nothing.
- Don't be stupid.
- Don't say anything.
- That's impossible.
She went to the caterer.
She knows I came back that night.
- Yeah, but that's all anybody can prove.
I mean, what can they say if I'm going, "Okay, I did it.
He deserved everything he got?"
- You'll sound like you meant to.
- Well, I'm glad he's dead.
Can't hide that.
What's the difference?
- Well, I don't know in prison years, but that is not what happened.
That is not the truth!
- I know, I know, I know.
I just... Well, I got Linda going, "120 grand, how can it be?
Ooh, no idea."
I mean, she admits there's a stash, but only about five grand.
No idea at all how the rest of it got there, total bollocks.
I mean, if that stands up in court, I'll eat my mailbags.
I mean, fine, if she doesn't think it's hers, let's see her give the rest of it to charity, eh?
- The money is yours.
- (clicks tongue) Yeah, but by the time I can spend it, it'll be worth half of that, even in bloody Failstone.
Okay, sorry, not Failstone.
Failstone's lovely.
It suits you.
(phone notification beeps) - Have you got your tablets?
- Don't want tablets.
(sighs) - Your eyes look better without them.
(footsteps approaching) (phone notification beeps) - Ms. Burgess?
Can I see you in my office?
- Yeah.
We're just wrapping up.
So, I'm suspending your benefits for a fortnight, pending investigation.
Fill this in if you want to appeal.
You'll get written confirmation... Don't say "deliberately."
- By the time you got there, there was nothing to see.
That's all you need to know.
And I do hope that you find somebody who deserves you.
(dramatic music) (Marcey sniffles) (Marcey sighing) (dramatic music) - You then end up working for Brentwood Shaps.
So how did that come about?
- Martin Shaps, when I was waitressing at the party, he asked me what my day job was.
I said this, that I hated it, wanted out.
And he said they might be looking to take on a clerical worker.
People often say that drunk, and it doesn't go anywhere, but you never know.
- But he wasn't drunk, he wasn't drinking.
- I know.
I could tell, which is why I followed it up.
Came to see him at work.
- What, the day after?
- Yeah.
- Really?
'Cause he was dead by then.
- I know.
That's the point.
You see, I'm realizing that the guy I've come to see is the guy whose death I'm witness for.
Greg Brentwood was a... Have you met him?
- Several times, yeah.
- He was a nervous wreck.
How do I say I saw the body?
Would you have told him you saw his best mate die?
If they knew that, I didn't stand a chance of getting the job, or keeping it, if they found out.
I'd be like a, (breathes in deeply) like a permanent reminder, wouldn't I?
- Well, yeah.
- I haven't eaten meat since.
- I don't, anyway.
- According to Linda Brentwood, you cleared out the minute the verdict was announced.
- Because her name came up at the inquest.
So they all know now.
Yeah?
- I didn't know you could do that without my permission.
Thanks for that.
- (smacks lips) I see.
(suspicious music) - Mouth-to-mouth didn't work.
- (sobs) You didn't even ring an ambulance?
- He was dead, Linda.
Yes, it was my fault, but, it was an accident.
- But you knew that they were having an affair?
- Well, not from either of you two.
Thank you, friends.
- We thought it was over.
- Well, it wasn't.
- No.
- Far from it.
Plus, he got me to lie to the police.
I lied to the police about when Martin left.
Admit that!
- Yes, I admit it.
- Meaning what, if it was an accident?
Eh?
- Linda, just-- - You don't even know why it happened, do you?
(slaps Greg's arm) Do you?
That's why.
You don't talk.
You can't talk.
- Pick a subject.
- Children.
(Linda scoffs) Every single bloody problem we had was "tomorrow."
I used to think you were getting your thoughts together.
But where?
I only knew what you were thinking when you'd been and gone and bloody done it!
Which is why we ended up in this... (phone ringing) Rosehill.
- Linda, it's Marcey.
- Is it?
- Well, you know what, Marcey?
He won't be coming out to play for a while.
Neither will you, when the police get hold of you, 'cause I know you're both lying.
(phone beeps) (thuds) - She had nothing to do with it.
- So how come you're sending her flowers?
I rang them to say the order hadn't been delivered.
They said they'd ring me straight back on this number.
- I sent her flowers 'cause she lost a child.
No, he's not dead.
He's 11.
She just, lost him.
She deserved flowers.
I sent her flowers.
(phone ringing) (phone beeps) - I've already talked to the police.
If you want the truth, Linda, you are not gonna get it from Greg, are you?
I'm outside if you want me.
(dial tone ringing) (phone beeps) (door opens) Get in!
Well, he won't tell you the truth, will he?
He daren't.
Get in!
(suspenseful music) (engine starts) Bugger off!
- Marcey!
No, you can't do this!
Don't do this!
Don't do this!
Look, you don't owe me anything!
Move, Greg!
Will you tell him?
- I'm not going.
You drive off, you're gonna kill me, really.
Look, you don't need to do this!
Just think about it!
- Yeah, that's all I'm gonna get to, abso-bloody-lutely nowhere!
- That's not even funny!
- [Linda] Danny, keep him here!
(door locks chirp) - Danny!
Danny, give me the key.
Well, guess whose side you're on.
(Danny sighs) - Who burned the car?
- Greg.
- Whose idea?
- Mine.
Not burning it.
Nobody put a match to it.
He pushed it over, and it went up.
- What were you doing?
- Cleaning your house.
- He goes, "I didn't mean to do it," so you go "okay" and start rolling your sleeves up?
- He was telling the truth.
- How could you be certain of that?
You're obviously along way off stupid.
He bloody knew I was having the affair.
- No.
- He couldn't have found out after Martin's death, 'cause I told no one.
Neither of us said a word.
I bloody well wish we had now, so the police could nail the bastard.
- He didn't know until I told him.
- I mean, that's just a bad lie.
How the hell could you know, if Greg didn't?
You hadn't even met me before then.
- I saw Martin touch you.
Your party...
It's this little thing with his hand.
And when I told that to Greg, that was the first he'd heard.
(Linda sighing) - Oh!
Oh, my God!
Where were you going with Martin?
- (scoffs) None of your business.
I knew nothing about the money.
- You knew about the five grand's worth.
- Yeah, because I put it there.
- I know.
Cash deposits, about 300 a fortnight.
- Money I'd earned, not stolen.
I hadn't a clue where the rest of it... (chuckles in disbelief) Well, I do now.
I still can't believe it.
Martin said nothing about siphoning the books.
And I wish I hadn't found out, because, that's the only thing he's ever done that's... Oh!
What the hell's wrong with me?
I'm swapping the basket case for the one with his fingers in the till.
Great choice!
(sobbing) Great judgment, Linda.
(Linda sobbing) - Linda?
(Linda sniffling) Linda?
Do you know why Martin did it?
- (sniffling) You're in no bloody position to go slinging his name around.
- [Marcey] No, no, I'm saying that I think I do.
- What?
- What if he was never gonna spend the money?
Had you told him you were gonna leave Greg?
- Yes.
- What if Martin was trying to force your hand?
'Cause the worse business got, the faster you'd have to put your house on the market.
It was only the house keeping you and Greg together.
Martin was just trying to speed things up so you could leave.
Not a penny has been touched from that account.
See, I think that Martin was always gonna give it back.
- (sighs) That's exactly what he'd do.
(lock clatters) That's exactly what he'd do.
(sniffling) - [Powell] Let's go and sit down and hear your version of events that occurred... (footsteps approaching) All right?
- I'll have to see you again to do that, so... - Well, if you do need us, just give us a call.
- Thanks.
- Bye, then.
(door opens) Mr. Brentwood?
- Yes, Sergeant?
- People don't usually like me saying this, but, (smacks lips) persuade your wife to see a doctor.
Well, honestly, there's no shame in using sedatives for a week or two, and they can be very helpful in a situation like this.
- Yes, so I'm told.
- Yeah, thanks for that.
- Yeah.
Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Brentwood.
- Thank you.
(footsteps departing) - If I'd done it in Devon, I never would've got this many people.
And, of course, I shall want to foot the bill.
- No, I wouldn't hear of it, Stan.
The company insurance more than covers it.
- Well, that's very good of you.
- Well... - I'm saying, "Martin, you're supposed to shampoo it first, hose it later."
(chuckling) And he goes, "I never do that."
(friends chuckling) He loved that car.
Cleaned it every single weekend, whether it needed it or not.
(vehicle approaching) I was gonna get rid of it, but he wouldn't let me.
In the end, I hung on to it.
Gave it to him for his 21st.
(door closes) - You can give them to Stan yourself.
He's in the living room.
- No, they're for you.
- Can I get you a drink?
- Oh, no.
I'm working this afternoon, bar mitzvah.
- Well, you'd better have one, then.
(glasses clinking) (wine pouring) I'm going to drive Stan back down to Devon.
(clicks tongue) I'll stay there a couple of weeks.
And then after that, hmm, don't know.
Back to Scotland maybe.
- What about your work?
- Which?
- Don't you restore antiques?
- Not through choice.
It was just a way of earning money when we needed it, when I thought we needed it.
- Doesn't your sister work here?
(door opening) - That's up to Steph.
(sighs) She'll have to try and work something out with Greg.
Good luck to her.
You don't like me talking like that, do you?
- I don't see what you see.
He's a bit... My mum can take all night to tell a duff joke.
Dad used to call her a short story in a long book.
- Hmm.
Is that attractive?
- The opposite is.
Greg's the opposite.
You don't know what he's said till he's gone.
- How old are you, Marcey?
(door opens) - Just needed to get this signed.
- Well, I've got to be off, anyway.
Good luck, Linda.
- Same here.
(door clattering) (door closes) - [Greg] If you need more money, you know you've only got to shout.
- (chuckles) Yes, I do know that.
Thanks, Greg.
But I won't.
Was he seeing other women?
- No.
Just wanted to hurt you back.
Ah, I can't just wave you off, can I?
Well, I can't say I'm sorry he's not there for you, but, you know, I'm sorry he's dead.
- You'll be fine, Greg.
- Well, I'll...
I'll miss you.
- You'll be fine.
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