Daggers Inn

Hold her still.

Sybil?

Sorry, you look just like her.

Samron, right?

She talked about you.

You shouldn't be here.

And yet, here I am.

You need to leave.

They won't accept your kind around here.

And what kind is that?

- All I'm saying is we need

to be more aggressive when it comes to investments.

Conveyancing and litigation is your bread and butter,

but focusing on those simply limits expansion.

Just my view.

This isn't The City, Toby.

We have a robust financial base for expansion,

but there's only so much land we can have.

Our records indicate

that we've expanded well over the last two years.

Because of...

- Not if we're careful about how we do things.

You brought me in for a reason, Stanley.

I know how to move money under the radar.

Let me do this for you.

- No hold fire. I want Lauren in on this.

- The figures indicate we've expanded.

You want some?

Take it.

Take it!

- You'll be safe here, maybe for a night.

Please avoid being seen in the village.

You have kind eyes, Samron.

You should go.

- What the fuck's that on your breath,

aviation fuel?

Stan filled me in on your conversation.

Are we certain

that there's no electronic trail if we move

such large sums of money?

Of course it's what I do.

Stanley, I know you're on the legals,

but you have to trust me on this.

- He's a stickler for details, Toby, you've got to be sure.

- This village, there's not enough hunger around.

No ambition.

Those fossils at the Russell estate around the corner,

they're our targets.

Sitting around waiting to die,

but before they do, we need their investments.

No, I'm with them on this one.

Let's compete.

Montagu-John & Partners is your creation.

30 years.

- Okay. Okay, let's be levelheaded.

Lauren, earlier you mentioned shell companies.

- Oh, it seems to be the obvious route.

It's easy. In the US it's harder

to get a library card than it is to set up a shell.

Is this strictly legitimate?

Define legitimate.

I mean half of London is cocaine money, right?

And they can't track that back to the shells.

Small fry like us will just pass under the radar.

- We're not small fry. Don't use that term again.

- Are we going to the gala every year to be upstaged

by the cronies at Peters & Craig?

She's right.

They took a big chunk of your client base,

and called you a childish prick when you dared to object.

Don't forget that.

Bugger,

I'm in a meeting five minutes ago.

Okay, I'll authorize it. Prepare the paperwork.

Will that be all, Mr. Vass?

Maybe.

- After this, please don't follow me again.

I can't be seen with you.

Tell me what you know,

what they didn't tell the police.

The company have so much power

you would not believe.

- What's going on in the company, Claire?

Hello Mr. Robbins.

Claire.

- So I'm looking to move down south,

get some work in a different environment.

Nothing long term, you understand?

All that city life just got the better of me.

- Sorry I have to get back to work.

- We need to clear the meadow to build the car park.

But the local greens are up in arms.

My strategy would be to cite unemployment.

Boost the local economy and so on.

Absolutely.

They'll come around.

Money talks at the council.

It always does.

Anything else?

- Saw a new woman in the village earlier.

In the tea rooms.

Really?

Why didn't you say before?

Well, because I was distracted

by you throwing those bloody things at me.

- God Robbins you are such a crushing bore.

So this new woman.

Do we have to worry about her?

Some drifter looking for work.

Scottish. Thirties maybe.

Hot was she?

- I'd say so. Didn't see her legs though.

She was wearing trousers.

- Shame. Where's she staying?

- I don't know. She was talking to Claire.

Must know her somehow.

- You don't know. Okay, well

go ask Claire.

All I'm saying is,

he's become a lot more manic of late.

He's shifting money left, right and center.

Can we really trust him?

- Toby's lifting us up out of the mire, Stan.

Let him do his thing.

- But I'm the one that's in charge.

It's my head on the block, not his.

I'll speak to him, settle him down.

He knows his stuff

but he just needs to understand

to tread carefully.

- There, you see. My calm Stanley.

Is Hazel gonna be off to play bridge tonight?

- Let's not talk about this here.

The car's gonna take a while. Shall we go back to mine?

- Saw a new woman in the village yesterday.

Tall. Blonde.

God you sound like Robbins.

Yes I heard, Scottish apparently.

Where did you see her?

Oh somewhere in the village.

Right?

Robbins saw her with Claire yesterday

but we don't know where she's staying

or anything really.

Just someone she bumped into apparently.

Hmm.

Send someone to check her out will you?

Yes sir-reee.

Monty saw the new woman.

He wants her checked out.

Claire?

Like I said to Mr. Robbins,

I bumped into her in the village.

She seemed lonely so we had a coffee.

We didn't talk for long.

- So she didn't tell you where she was staying?

No,

just that she's looking for work.

Judging for her accents she's...

Scottish.

Yeah. Goodbye Claire.

Why do I get the feeling

that sometimes people lie to me?

You wouldn't lie to me, would you Robbins?

Certainly not, sir.

I'm all about loyalty

and I will go to the ends of the earth...

Oh, shut up, you idiot.

Look, take the morning off.

Go find our 'hot Miss Scotland'.

Monty's right.

It's just a precaution

but we need to keep our eyes on her

until she leaves the village.

Got it?

Leave it to me sir.

I'll leave no stone unturned.

- Karen. Diary.

What am I doing today?

Oh shit.

Samron!

I'm around the back.

Ah, Samron.

How's the repair going with Stanley's car?

- Not too bad. You might need a respray

and some rewelding though.

Yeah, hell of a prang.

And you know he hates running

around in that bloody shopping car.

Incidentally, you will keep quiet about picking it up from

Miss Oakes place, won't you?

Of course.

Good chap.

Moving swiftly on.

Have you seen a new woman in the village?

Pretty thing.

Blonde hair. Wear's a long coat.